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tickly-giggles · 10 months

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Okay, so can we have lee!Dabi, ler!Hawks with "th3 safeword is tickle." Cuz Hawks knows Dabi can't say it, and he wants a go at his bellybutton!

Anon, you read my mind. The second I made that one of the options, I thought of Dabi being forced to say it~

A/N: Istg, I always put way too much romance in these lol I'm such a hopeless romantic, please forgive me. Also, this doesn't connect to any storyline, this is just fluff <3

Warning: Tickle fic ahead! Also very light bondage

Prompt: "The safe word is 'tickle'."

Characters: Dabi, Hawks

Shipping: DabiHawks, they are together!

Lee: Dabi

Ler: Hawks

Word Count: 1,187

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“Alrighty, ya ready?”

Dabi groaned, face flushed as he experimentally tugged on his binds that held him spread eagle on the bed. He wasn’t tied down very tight, it was only his first time trying bondage, but being unable to protect himself made him far more nervous than he would like to admit. He tried to recall how he even got himself in this situation.

Ah, that’s right. Ever since he and Hawks started dating, he had become a lot more comfortable around him. That included attacking him with tickles at any chance he got. The feeling of superiority that washed over him whenever he tickled Hawks into submission was addictive. He knew he liked it, too, so it wasn’t that big a deal. However, one day, Hawks had expressed his desire to get revenge on his boyfriend.

“I’m always on the receiving end,” he said,

“I just want a chance to get back at you.”

“Not gonna happen, Feathers,” Dabi chuckled.

Hawks smirked mischievously,

“How ‘bout this then? If you can go a full day without tickling me, I won’t get you back. But if you can’t,”

he took Dabi’s chin in his fingers and pulled him closer,

“Then I get to tie you up and get proper revenge.”

The hot head smirked, not wavering from Hawks’ touch,

“Fine. I’m gonna win, though~.”

He didn’t win. In fact, he lost quite spectacularly.

There were no rules set in place when they shook on the bet, and there was nothing saying Hawks couldn’t provoke his boyfriend. From being a little brat to straight up asking to be tickled, suffice to say Dabi did not last the whole day.

So now, here he was, tied down at his boyfriend’s mercy like promised. He watched Hawks, who had a stupid grin on his face. That same stupid grin that never failed to steal Dabi’s breath.

He huffed and averted his gaze, tugging on his ropes one more time, before succumbing to his fate with a sigh,

“Yeah, I guess so.”

Hawks beamed and slowly began rolling up his boyfriend’s shirt. Dabi instinctively sucked in his belly, which made Hawks chuckle.

“I haven’t even started yet! You’re so cute~.”

“Shut up, feather brain,” Dabi hissed.

“Ahahalright, alright,” Hawks positioned his wiggling fingers over the villain’s belly,

“By the way, the safe word is ‘tickle’.”

“Wait wha- GAAHAHAHAHAHA!! WAHAHAHAHAIT, NONONO NOT THEHEHEHEHERE!!”

Dabi shrieked and bucked as Hawks immediately went for his death spot. Was he trying to kill him? The bed bounced and shook with his incessant struggling. Hawks laughed, meticulously skittering his fingers along the outer rim of the villain’s belly button, sometimes dipping in to lightly scratch at the skin. What really made Dabi go crazy, however, was when Hawks positioned his fingers on the outer edges of his belly button and squeezed. There wasn’t a lot of healthy skin to work with on his torso but, luckily, he never seemed to get used to the sensations.

“Awww, lookit you! You’re such a ticklish wittle baby, aren’t you~?” Hawks teased, smirking when Dabi’s laughter went up an octave from hearing the T word.

“SHUHUHUHUHUT UHUHUHUP, BIHIHIHIRDIE!!”

Dabi growled through his laughter, frantically tugging on his binds,

“STOHOHOHOHOHOP, GOHOHO SOMEWHERE EHEHEHELSE!!”

“I’m not stopping until I hear the safe word. Which is ‘tickle’, did I mention that already? Tickle tickle tickle~!”

“GOHOHOHOD DAHAHAHAHAMMIT, SHUHUHUT UHUHUHUP!!” Dabi whined and stuck his face in his arm, desperately trying to hide his flushed cheeks and giant smile.

All he had on his mind was revenge. How dare Hawks make the safe word a word he couldn’t even say? He had no choice - if he wanted it to stop, he had to say it. He wasn’t necessarily flustered by it, it just wasn’t a word he felt comfortable saying. Whenever he would say it, it felt like acid on his tongue, and he would feel like he committed some kind of sin. When he heard it in the context of teasing, however, he was absolutely flustered by it. His face erupted in red, his laughter got louder and more hysterical, his squirming doubled in intensity. He couldn’t bear to hear the word while being tickled, let alone say it. He figured he was doomed to be tickle tortured like this forever at this rate.

Suddenly, there was a small reprieve, and Dabi gasped for air. He looked up at Hawks while catching his breath. The winged hero smiled down at him, shimmying down his boyfriend’s legs and repositioning himself a bit.

“You seem like you’re having fun~,” he grinned.

Dabi scoffed,

“What gives you that idea?”

“Well,” Hawks ran his hands up Dabi’s torso, making him shiver at first, then he relaxed into his boyfriend’s warm touch,

“You haven’t bothered to say the safe word at all. And I’m tickling your worst spot. Are you actually enjoying being at my mercy while I tickle you to pieces~?”

The villain shivered, narrowing his eyes at the cocky bastard he called his partner,

“You know I can’t say it, that’s not fair.”

“And when, my dear Touya, have you ever played fair, hm~?”

Dabi swallowed at the mention of his real name. He huffed and averted his gaze once more, not dignifying Hawks with a response. Another moment of peace passed before there was a sudden intake of breath, and Dabi’s entire tummy erupted in ticklish vibrations.

“GAAAHAHAHAHAA, HAHAHAHAWKS!!” he arched his back, effectively pushing his belly deeper into the raspberries,

“CUHUHUHUT IHIHIHIT OUT, YOU SOHOHOHON OF A BIHIHIHITCH!!”

“Wohohow, you’re weak to raspberries!” Hawks laughed, squeezing along Dabi’s sides,

“I wouldn’t have guessed~!”

He took another deep breath and blew an even bigger raspberry directly on his boyfriend’s belly button, causing him to throw his head back in shrieking hysteria.

“S-STAHAHAHAHAA! PLEHEHEHEHEHE HAHAHAHA!!”

Dabi couldn’t even form full words, he was in such ticklish agony. He thrashed and writhed helplessly, wanting nothing more than to turn these damn ropes to ash.

“You know how to stop this~,” Hawks purred, readying yet another raspberry.

It took about another ten minutes of tickle torture before Dabi could finally muster up the courage to say it. He couldn’t believe how the sensations never died down, he was always just as ticklish as when the sessions began. It was absolute agony, the way his nerves were shocked with such intensity every time Hawks so much as squeezed his tummy. There were days he wished he wasn’t so ticklish.

“OKAHAHAHAY! OKOKOK, T-TIHIHIHAHAHA!! TIHIHIHIHICKLE!! TICKLE TICKLE, I SAHAHAHAID IT, HAHAHAHAPPY?!”

And like that, it all stopped. Dabi coughed and groaned, letting his head fall against the soft pillow beneath him as he regained composure. He heard Hawks chuckle, and he watched him as he started untying the ropes.

“What’s… so funny?” he panted.

Hawks shot his boyfriend a genuine, beaming smile, and Dabi’s heart skipped a beat,

“Hearing your laugh is so therapeutic. I can’t get enough of it. You’re adorable, and I love seeing you smile.”

Dabi didn’t reply. He lay on the bed, patiently waiting for Hawks to finish untying him.

Maybe being this ticklish wasn’t so bad.

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intheticklecloset · 4 months

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Bungo Stray Dogs Coffee Shots #31-40

A collection of the BSD Coffee Shots I've done, compiled for the sake of ease. These are all stand-alone stories. Many are from my 2023 Peppermint Mocha Event.

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31) Lee Dazai, Ler Chuuya

“I love that you’re being so clingy today, chibi~”

“Shut up. I’m freezing my ass off,” Chuuya snapped back, snuggling in closer to his partner despite himself. “And you’re warm. That’s it.”

“Aww, really? Here I thought you loved me.” Dazai let out a forlorn sigh even as he wrapped his arms around the redhead and pulled him in closer.

The two of them were snuggling under a large blanket on the couch, Chuuya sitting in Dazai’s lap and wrapped around him like a koala. Despite being the one to have the blanket actually on him, he was still shivering. The recent cold snap outside had caused some power outages in the city, and lucky them, their place was in one of the sections that lost power. Chuuya usually didn’t mind inclement weather, but right now it was hitting him hard, making him less combative than normal.

Hence his sitting in Dazai’s lap right now. And snuggling against his chest. And soaking in his warmth as much as he could.

Dazai couldn’t say that he minded.

“You look adorable, all pouty like that,” the brunette teased gently, kissing his cheek. “You know, there are some other ways we could keep warm, if you’re interested~”

Chuuya blushed, but covered it up by keeping his head firmly tucked under Dazai’s chin and growling, “I don’t want to move.”

“We don’t have to,” Dazai purred into his ear.

The redhead let out an annoyed huff, then grabbed onto the detective’s sides underneath their blankety cocoon and squeezed.

Dazai yelped, but to his credit, he never let go of Chuuya, even as the smaller man began scribbling and scratching at his sides and torso, making him giggle helplessly in his trapped position. “Chuhuhuhuhuuya…”

“I don’t know what ideas you were having when you said we could keep warm in other ways,” the mafioso teased, knowing full well what Dazai had meant, “but this is where my mind went.”

“Chihihihihihibi wahahahahants to plahahahahay, does he?” Dazai snickered, holding him closer and burying his face in his long red hair. “Fihihihihihihine by mehehehehehe.”

Chuuya tsked. “You would like this, you moron.” But his words had no bite to them, and it really was making it even warmer under the blanket.

By the time the power came back on, neither of them felt like they needed a heater anymore.

32) Lee Chuuya, Ler Dazai

Chuuya blushed so rarely, it was always a treat when Dazai got to witness it.

Like now, when the redhead was starting down at the paper in his hand with wide eyes and red cheeks, at a loss for words for once in his life.

Well – for a few moments, anyway.

“What the hell is this supposed to be?” Chuuya tried to snap, but it came out sounding more like a genuine question.

Dazai gave him a lazy smirk. “I’m sure you can read, chibi.”

“But…why would you think I’d want—?”

The detective shushed him with a finger to the lips, making Chuuya blink up at him in surprise and annoyance.

“Whenever you want me to wreck you, just hand me that paper.” Dazai gave him a gentle smile that was so unlike his usual teasing, nonchalant smirks that Chuuya didn’t know what to do with it. “I’m giving you a free pass to not have to ask me or provoke me first.”

Chuuya glanced down at the paper in his hands.

No way would he actually use this stupid thing. That would be humiliating. As good as admitting he wanted it.

Absolutely not.

Dazai had to admit, he was impressed that it took so long for his partner to get over himself and actually hand him that paper.

It had been three whole weeks, and – determined to make Chuuya actually fess up – the detective hadn’t once tickled him into hysterics in all that time. He hadn’t so much as poked a ticklish spot. It had been awful, really, but to see the mafioso finally come stomping up to him with the paper in his hand had made it all worth it.

“Here,” Chuuya growled, shoving the crumpled paper at his chest with a huff and a beautiful pink blush on his cheeks. “I’m redeeming this damn thing. Just do it already, you bastard.”

Dazai took the paper, glanced down at the “tickle me Chuuya” he’d scrawled across it, and gave his partner a slow smirk. “I knew you’d come around.”

“You said I wouldn’t have to ask for it if I gave you that—ack!” Chuuya yelped as Dazai grabbed onto him and pulled him down onto the couch, quickly moving to sit atop him and dig his fingers into the redhead’s ribs.

Chuuya squealed and arched his back, hands instinctively coming down to stop him before shooting up to cover his face instead as he cackled helplessly, squirming beneath the detective, whose smile could light up the whole of Yokohama.

“You bahahahahahahahastard! I hahahahahahahate you!”

“Sure you do, chibi,” Dazai replied, grinning as his mafioso partner let himself give in and laugh, squirming and blushing freely as the brunette’s fingers danced across his ticklish spots. “But just so you know, the fact that you love it when I tickle you is one of my favorite things about you.”

Chuuya tried to sputter out an indignant reply, but it was impossible when he was having so much fun, so he promised himself he’d chew Dazai out later and just focus on laughing his heart out for the moment.

It wasn’t like he could really deny it, after all…

33) Lee Sigma, Ler Dazai

Sigma was not at all used to Dazai’s shenanigans yet, though it gave him some small comfort to know that even his coworkers at the ADA were only barely used to them, and they’d known him much longer.

So when the brunette in question snuck up behind him in the hall one day and pressed his cold hands to Sigma’s neck, the taller man was only mildly embarrassed to have let out such a loud shriek in response.

He whirled around, putting his back to the wall and glaring daggers at the detective, who was bent over at the waist laughing, still bundled up in his bulkier outerwear for the winter. “That’s not funny. And highly immature.”

“Oh, come on, don’t go Kunikida on me,” Dazai replied through a wheeze, reaching out to jab his ribs playfully. “I get enough of that from the man himself.”

Sigma didn’t understand the sharp jolt that shot through his body in response to Dazai poking him, but he gasped and shrunk back all the same.

Dazai’s eyes lit up, and all of a sudden the other man had a terrible feeling he was in trouble.

“W-What?” he stammered, pressing himself against the wall as much as possible as Dazai approached him. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“You could have told me you were ticklish~”

“T-Ticklish? What…what does that mean?”

For a moment, the detective stopped in his tracks, looking utterly stunned. But it passed quickly, and he smirked instead. “Ah, right. I bet you didn’t get many people trying to tickle you at the casino.”

Sigma had no idea why that word was making his stomach do flips, but he couldn’t say he entirely disliked the feeling. “Ti-ckle?”

Without another word or warning, Dazai began rapidly and sporadically poking his ribs and belly, and – inexplicably – Sigma let out a squeak, followed by a spew of giggles he had absolutely no control over whatsoever. He was mortified, but the detective didn’t seem surprised in the least. In fact, he seemed…excited?

“W-Whahahahat? Whahahahat are you – D-Dahahahazai, wait!”

“Aww, you are ticklish! How cute~”

“B-But whahahahahat does that mehehehean? I cahahahahan’t stop—” At that moment Sigma let out another squeal and instinctively twisted away, only to be followed by Dazai pinching along his hip on the opposite side, effectively forcing him to squirm in place against the wall, still giggling helplessly.

“Can’t stop laughing? Good.” Dazai grinned, winked, and kept up the gentle assault. “That’s the whole point.”

Part of Sigma felt like he should be fighting back – pushing the brunette away, calling for help, something – but there was a larger part of him that really didn’t want to get away at all. He was laughing, after all, and he couldn’t remember a time he’d been able to giggle so freely.

Besides, Dazai looked like he was having fun, too. And if that were the case, why shouldn’t he let it continue?

34) Lee Dazai, Ler Chuuya

“Where are you going?” Chuuya growled, pulling Dazai closer to him by the ankles before straddling his thighs, pinning him in place. “A minute ago you wouldn’t leave me the hell alone, and now you’re trying to run away? I’m hurt.”

Dazai was cackling breathlessly, hands gripped around his boyfriend’s wrists as he wheezed, “Plehehehehehease, Chuuya!”

“You thought canceling my ability would be enough to free you, eh? You forget how good I am at no-skill combat.”

The detective could only laugh helplessly beneath his partner, already red in the face and gasping for breath as Chuuya continued to drill into his hips without mercy. He tried to buck him off but couldn’t even manage to do that.

“Plehehehehehehease, I’m sohohohohohorry! I’ll leheheheheheave you alone, I swear!”

Chuuya smirked down at him. “Still cold? You look like you’re warming up to me, Dazai. I knew you liked being tickled, but this much? Really?”

“The fihihihihihire is rihihihihihight behind me, you ahahahahahahass!” Dazai shot back, tossing his head back with a scream and clamping his arms to his sides when the mafioso dove into his armpits. “NOHOHOHOHOHO PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE NOT AGAIN!! CHUHUHUHUHUHUUYA I’M SOHOHOHOHOHORRY!!”

The redhead chuckled, watching his boyfriend fall to pieces beneath him with no small amount of satisfaction. Yes, his partner loved being tickled, but to get him to the point where he was truly desperate for it to stop and would do anything to make it happen? It was nigh impossible to achieve, and Chuuya had done it in mere minutes. He was proud of himself.

“Let’s see…what do I want you to do for me…?”

Dazai’s laughter was turning frantic, and Chuuya knew he didn’t have long before he seriously needed to stop, but he was going to draw this out as long as he could, damn it.

“AHAHAHAHAHANYTHING!! ANYTHING YOU WAHAHAHAHAHANT CHUUYA!! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!”

Chuuya hummed, kept digging into his worst spot for another few moments, then finally slowed to a stop and grinned as Dazai sucked in a huge breath of air, mirthful tears streaming down his face. He was utterly wrecked, and the redhead was loving the sight of it.

“I think,” he said at last, “I want you to take me somewhere really nice for dinner. As a bonus Christmas present.”

“Okay,” Dazai said instantly, a clear indicator that he was well and truly done with tickles for the day. “Wherever you want. Just name it.”

“Good.” Chuuya smirked, brushing his partner’s bangs from his face. “And if you’re really good, I’ll reward you for it afterward. Yeah?”

Dazai’s eyes widened, but then it seemed to register what the mafioso was implying and he smirked right back. “Yeah. I like the sound of that.”

35) Lee Chuuya, Ler Dazai

“YOHOHOHOHOHOU FUHUHUHUHUHUCKING CHEHEHEHEHEHEATER!!”

“I’m not cheating. This is strategy~”

Chuuya screeched with hysterical laughter, arms flailing, trying to grab onto anything he could to get this all to stop – Dazai’s coat, his wrists, his stupid face – anything! But all he could manage to do was lay there in the freezing snow and laugh himself hoarse, unable to roll away and escape this torture thanks to Dazai’s ingenious positioning.

The brunette curled his fingers into the redhead’s inner thighs, pressing in with just the right amount of vibration, and Chuuya nearly wheezed as another round of laughter overtook him. He grasped a handful of snow and tried to shove it in the detective’s face, but all that did was make Dazai’s playful gaze turn playfully wicked.

“Still trying to win the snowball fight, eh, chibi?��

“I HAHAHAHAHAHAHATE YOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOU!!”

“Why don’t you give up? Then this will all be over, and I’ll be the winner, just as I should be.”

Despite his growing desperation to get out of this ridiculous position, Chuuya screamed, “LIKE HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHELL!!”

Dazai chuckled, and the sound only made the redhead panic even more. The next thing he knew there was pressure on his knees pinning his legs to the snow as well, and Dazai was leaning forward to kiss him, but he was still fucking tickling that goddamn spot—

Chuuya tried to wrench his mouth away so he could breathe, gasp for air, laugh his lungs out, but Dazai followed him relentlessly, never allowing him more than a split second between kisses that eventually descended to his neck just above his scarf.

“Give up, chibi?” Dazai teased into his ear before biting it playfully.

Chuuya was more than ready to give up – the tickling was driving him onto a whole other plane of existence, and he felt like if he didn’t get it to stop he was going to expire right here and now.

“STOP STOP FUHUHUHUHUHUCKING STOP DAHAHAHAHAHAHAZAI!!” Chuuya screamed, the desperation in his voice clear even to him, not that he cared about that right now. “I CAHAHAHAHAHAN’T ANYMORE, PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE STOP!!”

Mercifully, Dazai did in fact stop, immediately shifting his weight so he wasn’t pinning Chuuya but rather straddling him lightly, and he allowed the redhead a few moments to catch his breath and gain his bearings before leaning down to kiss him again and murmur, “I win~”

And Chuuya – thoroughly wiped out and beyond the capacity to fight back, his nerves still singing from the ticklish assault – managed only two words in response:

“Fuck. You.”

36) Lee Dazai, Ler Chuuya

Chuuya was always frowning.

Well, okay, not always – but often enough that getting a smile from him was a rare occurrence. It was so hard to get him to grin at something let alone laugh that when it did happen, Dazai cherished every moment.

Like now, when Chuuya’s eyes were bright and his lips turned upward in the barest hint of a smile as he gazed outside. It had been gloomy and snowy the last couple of days, but today it had finally let up, allowing the sun to light the city and warm up the streets with its rays.

“Let’s go for a walk,” Chuuya said now, turning to face his partner, schooling his features back into their usual indifference. “We’ve been stuck inside the last couple of days.”

“And that’s a bad thing?” Dazai yawned, stretching out on the couch, getting comfortable. “I don’t want to go outside. It’s cold.” The truth was he wouldn’t mind going out with his partner; he just wanted to see that adorable look of frustration that would inevitably cross Chuuya’s face when he didn’t cave immediately.

It appeared seconds later, just as predicted. “Seriously? I’ve spent the last couple of days getting dragged into whatever you wanted to do to pass the time, but now you can’t go on a walk with me? What, are you too good for exercise now, detective?”

Dazai winced a little at the title. Chuuya only called him “detective” when he was upset. Whoops.

“Fine, fine,” the brunette relented with an exaggerated sigh. “But I might need a bit more convincing.”

The redhead glowered at him, then marched over to where he lay on the couch and plopped himself in Dazai’s lap, making his partner let out an “oomph!” of surprise. Then he used his two pointer fingers to jab into his ribs – not moving, not actually tickling, just sitting there threateningly…or perhaps promisingly.

“Come on a walk with me,” Chuuya said, smirking down at Dazai’s reddening cheeks and widening eyes, enjoying the wobbly smile that threatened to slip free already just at the tiniest hint of what was to come. “And when we get back, I’ll wreck you into next Sunday if that’s what you want.”

Dazai couldn’t help how flushed he’d suddenly become; it had been too long since the last time Chuuya had really destroyed him with tickles, and he’d missed it. Badly. “R-Really?”

Chuuya grinned one of his genuine grins and wiggled his two fingers, making Dazai choke on eager giggles and shoot his hands down reflexively. The redhead pulled away and winked when his partner pouted at him. “Only if you come with me.”

The brunette hesitated, but not for the reason Chuuya was probably thinking. “Can you…give me more now? Just a minute, I swear. Then I’ll go with you if you promise to wreck me when we get back.”

Chuuya blinked, then smirked, then burst into laughter, which both warmed Dazai’s heart and made him feel a tad embarrassed. But he didn’t have time to dwell on it, as the redhead was pinching and squeezing his sides within the next second, and Dazai gasped and giggled happily at the feeling.

“You want it bad, huh? All right,” Chuuya teased. “But you only get a minute of this until you get your ass off the couch and take a walk with me."

37) Lee Atsushi, Ler Akutagawa

Akutagawa reacted before he even thought about it.

“Weretiger!” he shouted, Rashomon flying out from his coat to wrap around Atsushi’s waist and pull him roughly forward just as the icicle broke off the ceiling and crashed where he’d been standing.

Startled, Atsushi turned around and blinked at the shattered ice on the ground, then turned back to thank Akutagawa only to realize they were now pressed up against each other, faces inches apart. He gulped.

Akutagawa’s eyes were hard, but the way Rashomon didn’t let go of him told Atsushi how upset he was. “Don’t stand directly beneath icicles like that, you idiot! I’m going to be the one to kill you, not some damn winter weather!”

Atsushi couldn’t help but smile. “Thank you.”

“Idiot,” Akutagawa said again, his eyes dropping to where Atsushi had his arms behind his back. He frowned. “What are you hiding?”

“Nothing,” Atsushi said quickly.

Akutagawa gave it a moment, then leaned in to kiss him. The weretiger made a surprised noise, then melted into him, especially when the kiss lasted more than just a few seconds. Eventually Atsushi wrapped his arms around Akutagawa’s neck, and that was when the mafioso finally pulled away and smirked at him.

“You’ll have to let me go,” he teased. “And when you do, I’ll see what you’re hiding.”

Atsushi’s eyes widened, but then he smiled defiantly. “I don’t have to let you go.”

“Hmm.”

“Ah! Ahahahaha, wahahahahait, no fahahahahair!” Atsushi whined through a mess of giggles, desperately trying to keep his arms around Aku’s neck as his partner tickled his ribs and sides.

“Better show me, weretiger,” Akutagawa chuckled.

“Nohohohoho! Ahahahahahaku!” Atsushi blushed at the few people who had turned to look at them, grinning at the playful scene. “Stohohohohop, we’re in puhuhuhuhublic!”

“And?”

“You wohohohohouldn’t wahahahahant me to—”

He didn’t have to finish the sentence for Akutagawa to know that he was right. He stopped immediately, letting out a sigh. “Fine. If you don’t want me to see what you’re hiding—”

Atsushi shoved something into his chest, and Akutagawa looked down in surprise. He blinked. “A chocolate bar?”

“I was going to save it for Christmas Eve,” Atsushi admitted, blushing. “But you did save my life just now, so I guess you can have it early.”

Akutagawa took the chocolate bar, holding it almost reverently, then looked back up at his partner and drew him in for another kiss. Atsushi kissed him back, this time not caring about the looks they were getting. “Thank you,” the mafioso whispered after a moment, touching their foreheads together.

Atsushi smiled. “Merry Christmas, Ryu.”

38) Lee Atsushi, Ler Lucy

“You’re doing great, Lucy!” Atsushi encouraged, a gentle smile on his face as he drifted alongside the redheaded girl, who was hugging the wall of the skating rink as if her life depended on it. “You can let go now; I’ll be right here to catch you if you fall.”

Lucy huffed at him. “Easy for you to say, Mr. Catlike Balance. And don’t just say stuff like that so casually!”

“Huh?” He blinked at her, genuinely confused. “But it’s true. Come on, Lucy, you can let go.”

She grumbled under her breath, but eventually pried herself away from the wall one hand at a time, wobbling unsteadily but able to keep her balance for the most part. She attempted to push off gently, gliding forward two feet at a time.

“There you go, see? You’re a natural,” Atsushi praised, grinning, skating along beside her. It was true he was able to pick up ice skating fairly quickly thanks to his inner catlike qualities, but he thought Lucy was picking up relatively quickly in her own right, too.

“This is ridiculous,” she grumbled. “I look like a child.”

“Everyone has a first time on the ice, you know. It’s no problem. No one’s looking at you weird or anything.”

Lucy turned her head to glance around and confirm what he was saying, but the instant she did so her balance was lost, and she began to flail. Atsushi rushed forward to help her just as he promised, making sure she didn’t fall, but in her attempt to steady herself she grabbed onto the nearest thing – which happened to be the weretiger’s hips.

Had he reacted any differently, she’d have been mortified at herself. But the way he squeaked and giggled while never letting go of her only made her blink at him in surprise.

“Atsushi?” she asked. “What was that?”

“N-Nothing,” he murmured, gently guiding her hands back to the wall instead of his waist. “I’m just kind of ticklish there. You surprised me.”

Lucy stared at him, then gave him a playful smirk. “Ooh, ticklish, huh?”

Atsushi whimpered, but it was no use. She reached for him again, this time holding his waist while tickling his ribs, and he squealed with giggles again, attempting to back up but taking her with him thanks to her grip on him, and soon they were both too far away from the wall to fall back on it if need be. Others skated by them with knowing looks in their eyes, but Atsushi could only giggle and squirm in her arms.

“Luhuhuhuhucy!” he whined. “Plehehehehehease!”

“What’s the matter?” she teased back, far too pleased with herself. “Don’t cats like getting their bellies rubbed?”

He’d have argued that he was a tiger, not a cat, but he was too wrapped up in his own laughter to manage it. What had started as an ice skating lesson for Lucy quickly turned into a giggly, tickly dance on the ice for both of them.

He couldn’t quite bring himself to say he didn’t enjoy it.

39) Lee Fyodor, Ler Dazai

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Dazai,” Fyodor said as he put on his coat, reaching for the doorknob.

Suddenly a hand was on his wrist, tugging him away from the front door. “Baby, it’s cold outside~” Dazai sang in what was probably supposed to be a purposely bad singing voice.

Fyodor smirked a little. “I’m not staying the night.”

“Baby, it’s cold outside~”

“You realize this song implies the singers wish to engage in some kind of unseemly activity—”

Dazai tugged him away again, further into the living room, grinning. “Baby, it’s cold outside~”

“Is that all you’re going to say?”

“I’ll say a lot more if you stay the night with me,” Dazai replied, wrapping his arms around Fyodor’s waist. “Come on, it’s Christmas Eve. What’s the point in leaving? You’ll be here in the morning, won’t you?”

“If I stay, you know you’ll try to convince me to do something other than sleep, and I’m not in the mood for—”

Suddenly the detective had whirled him around and pushed him back onto the couch with an “oomph!”, straddling his lap as he smiled at him innocently. “Beautiful, what’s your hurry~?”

“Dazai—”

“Your eyes are like starlight now~”

“You’re singing it all out of order, you goofball—”

With a mighty flourish, Dazai reached his personal crescendo while sliding his hands up Fyodor’s back to trace along his spine. “Baby, it’s cold outside!”

“Ah!” Fyodor gasped, a wobbly smile on his lips now as he arched away from the detective’s touch. “Dazai, dohohon’t—!”

“Won’t you stay, bunny?” Dazai teased into his ear as he began to tickle lightly, drawing muffled giggles out of his partner. “I promise we can just cuddle and sleep, nothing else. Unless you want to~”

“Wihihihihihill you lehehehehehet me tahahahahahalk, dahahahahamn it?!” Fyodor cried, unable to help his wide smile and blushing cheeks as Dazai darted around to scratch at his sides. “Fihihihine, fine, I’ll stahahahahahay, you evil gehehehehehenius!”

“Evil genius? Me? Better check the mirror, bunny,” Dazai teased, then kissed him before he could protest further.

They did, in fact, only cuddle and sleep as promised – with some light tickles thrown in on both sides to make the night a bit more fun.

40) Lee Poe, Ler Ranpo

It was exceedingly difficult to focus on the task at hand when Ranpo kept trying to show off all these different writing quills.

To be fair, they were beautiful – pretty designs, soft plumes, and the pens themselves were of very fine quality. Poe would have been happy to own any of them. But Ranpo’s enthusiasm was distracting him, because while they would have made excellent writing tools, they would also been great tools for…other things.

“Look at this one,” Ranpo said excitedly, grabbing Poe’s hand and brushing the feather end of the quill along his palm. “Sooo soft, right? You would hardly feel it!”

I’d feel it in other ways, Poe thought, but cleared his throat and managed, “Y-Yes, quite so. It is very nice.”

“Ooh, or this one!” The detective swapped it out with yet another quill, and so their afternoon continued.

They’d gone out with the singular mission of finding gifts for the other members of the ADA. It was a half-date, half-errand, and Poe was happy to spend time with him either way. But those quills…

“I want to get one for you,” Ranpo said suddenly, squinting up at him. “Which one is your favorite?”

“Huh?” Poe sputtered, growing even more flustered at the thought of owning one of those beautiful, tickly quills. “I-I…we’re not here for…”

Ranpo waved his hand. “I know, I know. But I still have to find a gift for you, too, and I think one of these would be perfect. You like them, don’t you?”

“Y-Yes,” Poe admitted.

“Then pick one! Which one is calling out to you? Which one can you see yourself writing the next bestselling novel with?”

Poe’s eyes roamed over the array of quills Ranpo had shown off to him so far.

Then suddenly the detective had pulled him down to whisper in his ear. “And which one do you think would tickle the most?”

“Huh-wha?!” Poe staggered back, slapping a hand over his mouth to keep from screeching. His eyes were wide, but Ranpo’s were knowing. Too knowing.

“You can’t get anything past me. I’ve seen the way your eyes light up every time I brush one along your hand or arm. So, pick your favorite, and later we’ll have some fun with it to break it in. Okay?”

Poe blushed, but he couldn’t deny that Ranpo was right. Shakily, he reached out for the one with the softest plume; it was a bonus that it also happened to look pretty. He barely had it off the shelf before Ranpo had snatched it from him, wiggling along his ear playfully.

“Ranpo,” Poe hissed out a giggle, covering his mouth again. “Not here!”

“Don’t worry, Poe,” Ranpo teased, winking at him. “I won’t let anyone else have the privilege of seeing you laugh your heart out while I tickle you with this~”

After that, Poe was more than eager to finish up their errands so they could move on to their new evening agenda.

#fanfiction #tickle drabbles #coffee shots #quick prompts #sentence starters #bungo stray dogs #bsd #dazai osamu #chuuya nakahara #soukoku #atsushi nakajima #akutagawa ryuunosuke #shin soukoku #ranpo edogawa #bsd edgar allan poe #ranpoe

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hymemena · 8 months

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Mischievous Tickling Prompts

Feel free to change pronouns as necessary, and remember to specify muse for multimuse blogs.

CW: Tickling, Threats

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"Tell me where you want me to tickle you."

"You're not trying to stop me. Do you like this?"

"Just wait until I get my hands on you~"

"Now, don't laugh,"

"Wait, wait, wait-- Are you-- Ticklish?"

"I didn't mean to~"

"Is that a sensitive spot?"

"I didn't know your -body part- was ticklish!"

"Here comes the tickle~ monster~"

"I'm gonna getcha."

"Bring your ticklish tush back here."

"Don't squirm so much!"

"I said no tickling!"

"No! No, no, no, no!"

"Don't-- Don't touch that--"

"Hey! No!"

"Yeah, I'm ticklish, what of it?"

"That's so ticklish, stop."

"I've been ticklish there my whole life."

"If you surprise tickle me you're in for a world of hurt."

"And what are you going to do, tickle me?"

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giggly-squiggily · 2 months

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{Candy Heart Prompts: OFFICIALLY CLOSED!}

Heyo! So long story short- I accidentally deleted the candy heart prompt ask for this one- my apologies anon! I hope you like it all the same!

Nagito x Reader:

Bestie: "Hold still! You're so squirmy!"

“AH!” Nagito yelped, arching some and reaching for his back. “Something’s in my shirt!”

“Huh?” You blinked, watching him frantically try and catch whatever was running along his back. “Calm down, it’s probably a bug.”

“It’s too big to be a buuhuhg! Ehehehe, it tihihiihckles!” Nagito cried, starting to giggle. “Hehehlp me!”

“I’m here.” You tsked, trying not to laugh at his reaction. Coming to his aid, you felt along his back, trying to find said culprit. “Hold still- you’re so squirmy!”

“I chahahan’t! It tiiihihihckles! Ehehheheh, whahahtch your hahahahnds!” Your boyfriend twitched and danced as you and whatever was lose in his shirt tickled him endlessly, cheeks flushing a bright pink as he pressed his arms against his sides. “Chahahahtch ihiihihit!”

“I’m working on it!” Feeling around wasn’t working- time for the big guns. You stuck your hands up his shirt and jacket, making him squeak. “Sorry- cold hands.”

“Lihiiihhittle lahahahte with the whahahrning- ehehehehehe!” This time you intentionally tickled him, pinching his sides. “Iihihih’m shahahry, stahahahp!”

“You better be- oh?” When you went to search more, you felt something soft brush your hand. Gathering it up, you pulled your arms out to reveal..

“Cham-P!” You smiled down at the chubby ham-deva, petting its fur with your finger as Nagito doubled over before you, gasping for air. “There you are- did you get lost from Gundham? Oh, I bet he’s worried about you, little guy!”

“Hhoohohw..hohohoow’d he gehehet in my shihihirt?” Nagito wheezed through tired giggles, watching you coo at the small creature.

“Probably from your hoodie. You know how these little guys are.” Putting Cham-P on your shoulder, you took your boyfriend’s hand, pulling him along. “Let’s go bring him home. Maybe Gundam will put a protective spell on us as a reward.”

“A protective spell, huh?” Nagito mused, leaning closer to you as he wrapped his arm around your waist. “Think it’ll protect me from future tickle attacks?”

“You wish.” You poked his side, making him jump and giggle.

#Candy Heart Valentine Event #chve2k24 #tickle #tickle dabble #Nagito x reader #reader #nagito komaeda #fluff #sdr2 #danganronpa #I don't know if I got the correct sentence starter or not #I'm pretty sure it was bestie?#And the prompt was left open so I just picked one at random #Apologies if this is incorrect!

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amazingmsme · 2 months

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...more news duo for number 21?

They’re literally couple goals! I want what they have!

Dan and Donna's relationship was still rather new, and they were both hesitant to come forward. But if they were being honest, being secretive was rather thrilling. It became almost like a game to them: hiding around the studio to hook up.

It wasn't always sex, they both craved more than that. Sometimes, they just wanted a moment alone together. And other times, they just needed a quick make out session before they went on air. Like right now.

They were in one of the larger supply closets, Dan pressed against a shelf as Donna kissed from his mouth down his neck, her hands roaming his torso hungrily.

He chuckles into her lips as she groped his love handles. In turn, she giggled and pressed her forehead against his. "Quit being loud!" she playfully scolded, going back to kissing his neck, careful not to leave any hickeys in her wake.

"Quit tickling then," Dan countered, smirk still visible in the dim lighting. Donna felt her mischievous streak flare up.

"No, I don't think I will," she teased in a nonchalant tone before going back to what she'd been doing. Her hands and mouth continued roaming his body, slowly taking him apart. She decided to be a little mean and nibbled at the spot just under his ear. His knees buckled as he snorted, one hand covering his mouth as the other went to brace himself, knocking over a cable coil in the process.

"Shh, you have to be quiet!" she whispered between her own hushed giggles. Her mouth returned to that spot before he could answer, and he struggled to keep himself composed.

So all in all, just another Tuesday night.

#asks #anon ask #sentence starters #sentence prompts #donna daggit #dan reynolds #hatchetfield fic #hatchetfield tickle fic #ticklish!dan #the guy who didn't like musicals #tgwdlm #nerdy prudes must die #npmd #hatchetfield #hatchetverse

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hyper-pie · 1 year

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15 Hurt comfort tickle sentence prompts

Feel free to reblog!

"are you okay?

"I know how to cheer you up!"

"do you want a hug?"

"your safe with me"

"it's okay to be vulnerable"

"can you, uhm do the thing?"

"Never fear the tickle monster is here!"

"what's wrong?"

"sorry"

"it's all my fault"

"I'm fine"

"I'm gonna fail if I don't Finnish before the deadline "

"leave me alone"

"are you crying"

"all you need is a good laugh and affection!"

#sfw tickling community #tickle community #comfort tickles #sfw tickles #sfw tickling #tickle prompts #sentence starters #lee #tickle fic stuff #pie information

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kiibo-is-flustered · 2 years

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ROLL FOR FANFICTION

#someone else has probably done this before #but I haven’t seen it so #i made one myself :]#roll for fanfiction #dungeons and dragons #dice #prompt #prompts #scenario #scenarios #sentence starters #fanfic #fic #look at me sneaking tickles in there lmao

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alwritey-aphrodite · 4 months

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to celebrate 1k followers (holy shit), I figured we could have a little party!! running from January 1st through the 7th, but you can feel free to send in asks starting now!! and because this is my way of showing my love and appreciation, please feel free to send in as many asks as you’d like, but please know that I might not get to all of them <3

love notes - send me one of the characters from the list with a prompt, and I’ll write you a little blurb <3

photograph - send me one of the characters on the list, along with an aesthetic or vibe or color or whatever tickles your fancy, and I’ll make a moodboard <3

turn table - send me one of the characters from the list, vibes and aesthetics are optional, and I’ll create a mini playlist just for them <3

checkers - send me any game (fmk, would you rather, etc) with any combination of characters that I write for or just characters that I know!

cards and letters - this one is limited to my wonderful friends on here (simply because I know them better <3), but send in this prompts for a personalized moodboard or playlist because I love you all dearly <3

Characters:

Sejanus Plinth

Coriolanus Snow

Finnick Odair

Jamie Tartt

Roy Kent

Keeley Jones

Poe Dameron

Santiago Garcia

Marc Spector

Steven Grant

Prompts:

soft sentence starters

domestic prompts

physical intimacy

romantic gestures

I am so eternally grateful to every single one of you, it may sound ridiculously but this little space on the internet is truly one of my favorite places to spend my time. I was always a weird little girl making elaborate stories in my head, preferring to spend my time with fictional characters inside my brain, and being able to still do that and create a wonderful little community makes me so unbelievably happy. You all mean the world to me, so truly, thank you so much for 1k <3

Some lovely friends: @andr0medafallen @beybaldes @foxilayde @whimsical-roasting @hopefulromances @onceuponaoneshot @the-force-awakens @dameronalone @eyelessfaces @katsu28

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tickly-giggles · 10 months

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Can we have a drabble for lee!Hawks, prompt 12, with his wings? I'm a sucker for lee!Hawks and especially ticklish wings! Only if you want to, tho!!

YES OF COURSE YOU CAN, ANON! Thank you for sending this in, I've been waiting for someone to send one!

A/N: Some sentence starters are a little awkward for me to put directly at the beginning, so this one is a little further down, but it's there! This isn't necessarily connected to my current DabiHawks tk universe, but if you wanna think of this as a little flashback type deal, then go for it! Also, I decided to make this a college AU, cuz I couldn't find a proper way to make it in the normal universe and have Hawks be struggling with something that has a deadline that he could fail on. So, college AU it is! A quick thought just popped into my mind, though, about renewing hero licenses, though I don't know if that's a thing. REGARDLESS, ENOUGH RAMBLING-

Warning: Tickle fic ahead!

Prompt: "I'm gonna fail if I don't finish before the deadline."

Characters: Dabi, Hawks

Shipping: Technically DabiHawks, I promise they'll get together soon, guys

Lee: Hawks

Ler: Dabi

Word Count: 1,072

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Yet another sleepless night of never ending studying put Keigo into quite the irritated mood. He sat at his desk in front of his laptop, head in his hands, the screen displaying a document that currently only had three paragraphs written. Birds started chirping outside his window as light from the sunrise began streaming into his dorm. With a frustrated sigh, he looked up at his computer screen and glared at the document. He had never been this stressed in his life.

Keigo’s overthinking was abruptly interrupted by a low groan and the shuffling of bed sheets from behind him. Touya slipped out from under the covers and stretched, then he looked over at his roommate, who had his back turned to him and was still staring at the laptop.

“You’re up early,” Touya commented, shivering as his bare feet hit the floor.

“Haven’t slept,” Keigo replied curtly.

Touya frowned and stood, walking over to his roommate. Empty energy drink cans littered his desk, and a small pile of dirty plates sat beside his laptop. When was the last time he even moved from his chair?

“You gotta get some sleep, Keigo,”

Touya said as he reached for the laptop. He huffed when Keigo swatted his hand away,

“When’s the last time you showered?”

“Like, last night or something?”

“Bullshit,”

Touya hissed, glaring at Keigo, who refused to look at him,

“I had a hard time getting to sleep cuz your sleep deprived ass wouldn’t go to bed, and that damn laptop is brighter than my fire.”

“Tsk. Whatever, I just need to get this done.”

“You need to look after yourself.”

“I’m fine, Touya.”

“You’re not fine,”

the hot head crossed his arms,

“Your wings are drooping.”

“Dude, I’m gonna fail if I don’t finish before the deadline,”

Keigo finally turned to his friend,

“You know how important this essay is! It’s due tomorrow, and I barely have anything written down. I know how my quirk works and how I can use it in battle, but I can’t explain it!”

he growled and slammed his fist on the desk,

“Why is an essay gonna be the deciding factor of if I graduate or not?!”

Touya sighed and rubbed his roommate’s head soothingly,

“Relax, birdbrain. It isn’t the end of the world. You still have a whole day to get it done,”

he then took Keigo’s hand and tugged gently,

“But you need sleep first. You won’t be able to think properly if you’re running on fumes.”

“I can’t sleep right now,” Keigo groaned,

“Please leave me alone.”

Touya glared at his friend, getting more frustrated as time passed. Suddenly, an idea popped into his head, and his annoyed expression quickly transformed into a mischievous one.

“Fine,”

he huffed as he walked behind Keigo and positioned himself at his wings that hung over the back of the chair,

“I guess I’ll have to make you.”

“What does that even me-HEEEHEHEAN! NONONO TOUYA STOHOHOHOP!”

Keigo shrieked with sudden, uncontrollable laughter. Touya smirked as he dug into his friend’s fluffy wings, then yelped when one of them flapped a little too hard and smacked him right in the face.

“You little shit,” the hot head grumbled.

“I-I’m sohohorry,”

Keigo whined, standing up and holding his hands up in surrender while his roommate approached him,

“Touya, please, I’ll go to sleep, just anything but this– TOUYA!!”

Touya wasted no time, pouncing on his winged friend and pinning him to the bed, then scribbling all ten of his fingers over his sensitive feathers. Ever since they were children, Touya knew Keigo’s worst spot was his wings. He loved tormenting him whenever he got on his nerves, or even if he was just bored. His friend never failed to provide an entertaining experience.

“Too little too late, Keigo,”

the hot head smirked evilly, savoring his trapped roommate’s screams of ticklish agony,

“You should’ve decided before I had to resort to this. ‘sides, you hit me with your wings. I deserve some payback for that.”

“IHIHIHIT WAS AN AHAHAHACCIDENT, YOU PRIHIHIHICK!” Keigo cackled, thrashing helplessly,

“YOU WERE TIHIHIHICKLING MEHEHEHE! I COULDN’T HEHEHELP IHIHIT!”

“Not my problem,”

Touya shrugged, moving his fingers toward where Keigo’s wings connected to his back, and he chuckled as his friend’s laughter became more high pitched and desperate,

“Poor little Keigo. Can’t handle it, huh? Is it too much? You poor thing~.”

“SHUHUHUT UHUHUHUHUP!!”

“Awww, does teasing get to you? Hmm? Does it make it worse?”

he leaned in closer to Keigo’s flushed face, still talking in that sickeningly effective baby voice,

“Do you like it when I tease you? Huh, little birdie~?”

“TOHOHOHOUYA, PLEHEHEHEHEASE!!”

Keigo felt extremely hot, and he pushed at Touya’s face with one hand while covering his own with his other hand.

“Ohh~? Do you like that nickname, little birdie? Does it make you flustered? Ah ah ah, don’t cover your face,”

Touya huffed and quickly grabbed Keigo’s wrists, pinning them above his head and giving him a little breather,

“Or I’ll make you regret it~.”

The winged student swallowed nervously and stared deeply into his friend’s eyes while catching his breath. He’d be lying if he said this wasn’t exciting and fun, but he still had his paper to write. He frowned and averted his gaze.

“Can I go back to working on my paper, please?”

“Your paper will be there.”

“Touya, let me up.”

“Nope.”

“Touya–”

“That’s it.”

Laughter once again rang throughout the dorm room, only stopping when Keigo’s boisterous cackling turned into silent hysteria. Touya knew he wasn’t going to listen, so he had no choice but to tire him out enough so that he wouldn’t even think of anything but sleep.

About an hour had passed when the hot head finally decided to let up, and his plan had worked. Keigo fell asleep almost instantly after the tickle attack, and Touya tucked him in gently. He smiled as his roommate snored peacefully. It was an adorable sight - his flushed face stained with mirth and a small smile resting on his lips. He looked so comfortable. Touya sighed fondly and ran his fingers through Keigo’s soft hair, his eyes lingering on his lips for longer than he would admit. Finally, he walked over to the desk and made sure to save his friend’s work before closing the laptop, and began cleaning up the mess. He was positive Keigo would do better once he got some rest.

Request a drabble~

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intheticklecloset · 5 months

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Bungo Stray Dogs Coffee Shots #21-30

A collection of the BSD Coffee Shots I've done, compiled for the sake of ease. These are all stand-alone stories.

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21) Lee Atsushi, Ler Akutagawa (ft. Dazai)

“Now, if you want to get him really laughing, you gotta go for his tummy,” Dazai instructed very seriously. “But if you want to kind of rile him up first, you can tickle basically anywhere else—”

Akutagawa settled himself on Atsushi’s hips. “I know how to tickle the weretiger, Dazai.”

Atsushi, for his part, giggled in anticipation and squirmed under Dazai’s hold, knowing it would do him no good. His wrists were pinned above his head, and even though he hadn’t yet tried to summon his tiger, he knew he couldn’t if he wanted to. He could feel Dazai’s ability working on him, keeping him totally helpless to what Akutagawa was about to do to him.

“P-Plehehehehehease hahahahave mercy, Ahahahaku,” he begged even as his nemesis began gently running his fingers up and down his sides.

“Mercy? Hah.” Akutagawa smirked down at him, drilling his thumbs into the sides of his belly in warning. “Don’t make a fool of yourself trying to beg me for mercy.”

Dazai hummed, inspired. “Ooh, good teasing! I’ll have to use that sometime~”

“Buhuhuhuhut you alwahahahays want me to beheheheheg you!” Atsushi protested, giggling hiking up into soft laughter when Akutagawa started scribbling along his belly.

“In private, you can beg me all you like.” Akutagawa gave him a wicked, almost seductive smirk that made Atsushi full-body shiver. “But here, you’ll only make yourself look foolish in front of your beloved mentor.”

“He’s yohohohohour beheheheloved mentor too – AHAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHO!!”

Akutagawa growled and dug into his tummy with everything he had, quickly untucking his shirt to slip his fingers underneath and tickle his belly button directly. He chuckled in satisfaction at the weretiger’s shrieks of laughter, at his legs digging into the ground behind him as he thrashed as much as possible.

“Beloved mentor? Me?” Dazai smiled at his former protégé. “Aww, I’m touched, Akutagawa.”

Akutagawa felt himself blushing and – growing frustrated – took it out on Atsushi by tickling even harder and faster. Damn weretiger. You’ll pay for making me look so pathetic!

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAKU PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!! NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

But his annoyance was quickly forgotten the longer Atsushi laughed and pleaded for mercy beneath his touch. He smiled.

“Not today, weretiger. Today, you are mine.”

22) Lee Akutagawa, Ler Gin

“The sky is beautiful tonight, isn’t it?” Gin asked as she came up behind her brother on the rooftop.

Akutagawa has been looking out over the city, his mind racing as always. It never shut up. It could get to be a lot sometimes, which was why when she couldn’t find him after midnight, she knew exactly where to look.

He let out a breath that fogged up in the cold air. “Yeah.”

She stood beside him, glancing at his face, gauging his mood. He seemed to be in good spirits – as much good spirits as he was capable of, anyway. But that faraway look in his eyes told her everything in a moment.

“If you like him, you should tell him,” she said, never once to mince words.

Akutagawa stiffened beside her. “Who?”

“Ryuunosuke.”

He closed his eyes. Hearing his first name was so rare these days, and Gin was almost always the one to say it. She knew it brought him some strange sense of peace, which was why she used it when she could.

“I don’t like him,” he muttered, turning away, walking a few paces. “That’s…preposterous. I’m going to kill him. That’s it.”

“You’re going to kill the first thing that’s ever made you happy?” Gin shot back. “You would. Which is why I’m telling you, you shouldn’t.”

He spun around, eyes wide. “He’s not the first—”

Gin stopped him. “I don’t count, Ryuunosuke. Any happiness I bring you is nothing compared to the weretiger.”

Silence.

Akutagawa frowned. “You’re wrong.”

Gin was fast. He knew that; had watched her grow into a skilled assassin alongside him over the years in the mafia, but it still took him by surprise sometimes. Like now, when she was in his personal space, fingers in his ribs in less time than it took to blink.

“Gin!” he yelped, trying and failing to grab onto her, to stop her. But she was quick, and she danced around him, digging and poking and tickling until he couldn’t help but laugh, eventually crumpling to his knees on the rooftop. “Gihihihihin, nohohohohoho! Enohohohohough!”

“Tell him,” she insisted, never showing mercy. “Tell him before you miss your chance. Before you regret it. Because you will, Ryuunosuke. Trust me, you’ll regret it if you let him get away.”

Akutagawa knew she was right. About all of it. But he had his pride, and so he retorted, “My ohohohohonly regrehehehehet will come if I dohohohon’t kill him lihihihike I prohohohomised! I ahahahalways keep my prohohohohomises – Gin, stohohohohohop!”

“Then keep your promise to me, and let yourself be happy,” she said, climbing on top of him to pin him down, going for the kill.

“GIHIHIHIHIHIHIN!!” he screamed, laughter spilling out of him in crashing waves as she dug into his lower ribs. He tried pushing at her, but his physical strength was nonexistent, and he would not use Rashomon on her. “AHAHAHAHAHA PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!! NOHOHOHOHOHO!!”

“Tell the weretiger how you feel,” she demanded, grinning behind her mask, “or I’ll tickle you until you see reason!”

Akutagawa opened his mouth to protest that he didn’t like Atsushi – that was ridiculous – but right at that moment, she found a really ticklish spot near the back of his ribs and he instead found himself yelling, “FUHUHUHUHUHUHUCK!!” before collapsing in a fit of wheezing laughter, tapping her arm in submission.

She stopped, let him catch his breath, still grinning. “You gonna tell him?”

He groaned but nodded. “Very well, Gin. I’ll…I’ll tell him.”

“Good.” She nodded, satisfied, and helped him to his feet. “Thank you for keeping your promise to me, Ryuunosuke.”

23) Lee Akutagawa, Ler Chuuya

Fighting Akutagawa was always a challenge, which was why Chuuya liked sparring with him so much. It was great practice, and it kept both of them sharp. Plus, it helped the redhead refocus his subordinate if he needed it, which he did sometimes, especially after a run-in with Dazai.

He was used to fighting low, so ducking under Akutagawa’s attacks was easy enough – it was leaping out of the way when something came up from underground that was the hard part. That, and trying to land a blow himself. The younger man was truly one of the most skilled individuals he’d ever known. It was no wonder Dazai had taken him in all those years ago.

Chuuya tucked under a fabric blade aimed for his heart and rolled to the side as a second blade pierced the ground where he’d been. If he could just brush his fingers along Akutagawa – just get that one touch – he’d be able to even out the playing field a little more.

But Akutagawa never let anyone within striking distance. That was his greatest advantage.

All of a sudden, Akutagawa seemed to grow bored and retracted Rashomon, letting out a sigh. “I think that’s enough for today.”

“Oh, so you’re in charge of me now?” Chuuya spat, frustrated with himself, getting to his feet. “We’re not done yet.”

“I am gaining nothing from this sparring session. Respectfully, I feel you’re simply using me to better your own chances in battle. Sir,” Akutagawa added almost as an afterthought.

Chuuya’s frustration evolved into irritation. He clenched his fists. “Cocky bastard. You sound just like Dazai.”

Akutagawa’s eyes snapped wide open, and the redhead cursed himself. It had been the wrong thing to say, and he knew it.

“I am nothing like that traitor,” Aku snapped.

“Calm down, I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Pray, how did you mean it, then?” Rashomon reappeared, and the younger man bolted forward.

That was why he needed these sessions. To refocus. To not let his guard down. To remember that distance was his greatest ally in a fight.

But since he seemed to think he wasn’t gaining anything from them…

Chuuya knelt low and met Akutagawa, sweeping his feet out from under him and pinning him down on his back in one swift move. He saw the anger in his subordinate’s eyes, the tendrils of Rashomon about to attack him again, and he reacted.

“GAH!!” Aku screeched with a hard spasm, arms flying down to grip Chuuya’s wrists. Thank goodness he wasn’t physically strong, or he’d have broken the redhead’s bones for sure.

“You’re not gaining anything from this sparring session, eh?” Chuuya demanded, fingers wiggling into Aku’s ribs. He was only mildly shocked to actually witness the usually angry man crumble into a mess of helpless giggles – he’d heard from Dazai that Atsushi had taken to tickling him more and more these days as their relationship grew. Still, it was a sight to behold.

“Sihihihihihihihihir!!”

“This is why we train,” Chuuya continued as though he wasn’t making Akutagawa writhe in ticklish agony beneath him. “So you can learn to keep a level head when Dazai is around, or even when his name is mentioned. So you’re not stuck in his shadow. So you remember that distance is what keeps you winning battles. The instant you let me get close, not only can I use my ability on you…”

Aku tossed his head back with an embarrassingly loud shriek when Chuuya pinched his hips, and he cried, “AHAHAHAHAHAHALL RIGHT, ALL RIHIHIHIHIHIGHT!! I UNDERSTAHAND!! PLEHEHEHEHEASE, STOHOHOHOHOHOHOP!!”

Chuuya did stop, bracing his hands on his thighs as he smirked down at the now blushing and bleary-eyed Akutagawa. “Now, ready to go again?”

Akutagawa averted his eyes, but he couldn’t help the few leftover giggles that slipped out of him. “Y-Yes, sir.”

24) Lee Atsushi, Ler Ranpo

“If you win, I’ll let you off the hook. But if you lose, I tickle you. Deal?”

Atsushi’s eyes went wide. He hadn’t realized that swiping some of Ranpo’s chocolate as a gift for Akutagawa would bring such consequences, but he was here now, so he had to deal with them.

“O-Okay, deal,” he stammered, already glancing around the office like he was going to have any clue where to begin.

Ranpo grinned and leaned back in his chair lazily, waving a hand at him. “Go on. I’ll even give you a little longer than usual.”

Atsushi turned and bolted out of the office, hurrying down the hall to his coworker’s locker. All he had to do was figure out the code and break in before Ranpo came for him. Or, more specifically, for his chocolate – which Atsushi had stolen. That’s how he’d gotten into this situation in the first place. But it wasn’t his fault! Ranpo’s locker door had been left open, and it wasn’t like he didn’t have a ton of other candy…

Atsushi shook his head. No time for that now. He had work to do.

He tried everything obvious first – Ranpo’s birthday, Poe’s birthday, Fukuzawa’s birthday, the ADA’s founding date – nothing. All of it was wrong. Then he tried the time Ranpo had probably realized his sweets were missing, as well as a couple of other time-related combos. Again, nothing.

He was up against the world’s greatest detective. This was impossible!

The door to the offices opened. Atsushi froze as Ranpo strolled out into the hall, sauntering toward him with a smirk on his face.

“Figure it out?” he asked.

“N-No,” Atsushi replied, shifting into a sitting position. There was no point in trying to run, and really, didn’t he deserve this? He should have just bought the chocolate himself. It probably would have meant more that way…

Ranpo stopped in front of him and crouched, still smirking. “Really? I’m surprised. I figured you’d get it immediately.”

Atsushi frowned. “But…why would you make it obvious if you didn’t want me to get into your stuff in the first place? Which I shouldn’t have, I know, I’m sorry.”

Ranpo grabbed his ankle and dragged him away from the lockers so he was lying in the middle of the hall. Then he straddled him and gently began prodding into his sides. “If I was really mad, I’d be making you buy me twice as much as you stole. You wanna know what the code is, Atsushi?”

The weretiger giggled helplessly, embarrassed but willing to take this punishment for his crime. “W-Whahahahahat?”

“0-3-0-1.”

Atsushi’s eyes went wide. That was… “Ahahahahakutagawa’s bihihihihirthday? You knohohohow that?”

“Of course. He means a lot to you, and you mean a lot to us.” Ranpo’s smirk softened into a smile even as he switched tactics and started scribbling all over Atsushi’s belly instead. “So, you stole about five chocolate bars, right? I think a minute for every bar will do.”

“Buhuhuhuhuhut why wohohohohohould you make thahahahahat your cohohohohohode? And why tehehehehehehell me?”

“Oh, I’ll change it after this, don’t worry,” Ranpo replied, chuckling. “I just wanted to know how obsessed with him you really were is all~”

Atsushi felt himself blushing, and not just from the tickling making him laugh and squeal. “Rahahahahahahanpo…!”

25) Lee Fyodor, Ler Dazai

“You’re not trying to stop me,” Dazai teased, giggling along with his partner as he gently pinched and squeezed his sides. “Do you like this?”

“Dahahahahahahazai!” Fyodor squealed, using both arms to cover his dark red face, either unaware or uncaring of the fact that it left his torso wide open for more tickling.

The detective hummed playfully, very loosely straddling him and keeping his touches light, knowing that harsher ones wouldn’t have the effect he was looking for. Fyodor cackled and made little embarrassed noises but never tried to roll away, never asked him to stop – which was why Dazai had picked up on his love for the activity so fast.

“The greatest criminal mastermind the world has ever known, and you melt like a chocolate bunny when I tickle you? How cute~”

“Dohohohohohon’t call me thahahahahahat!”

“Aww, why not? You’re certainly cute and squeaky like a bunny.”

“Thehehehehey dohohohohon’t squeheheheheak!”

Dazai chuckled. “I think you’ve never heard a bunny make noise before, Fyo. Never cuddled with one? It’s very calming. You should try it.”

Fyodor let out a curse in Russian, then arched his back with a yell and finally shot his arms down when Dazai began scribbling in his armpits. “NOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!”

“Uh-oh! I found your spooooot~” Dazai sang, having to really straddle him now that Fyodor was actively trying to roll away, whether on purpose or on instinct the detective couldn’t quite tell. Either way, being able to see his blushing, teary-eyed, laughing face made his heart flip in his chest, and he sighed happily. “Tickle, tickle, little Fyo~”

“SHUHUHUHUHUHUT UP!! DAHAHAHAHAHAZAI!!” Fyodor pleaded, his composure and pride finally crumbling to bits the longer Dazai tickled under his arms.

“How rude! If it makes you feel better, it seems we share a worst spot,” Dazai teased.

“WHY TEHEHEHEHEHELL MEHEHEHEHEHE?! YOU KNOHOHOHOHOW I’LL—GAH!!” Fyodor’s laugh went practically silent as Dazai increased his tickling pressure the tiniest bit.

The brunette smirked. “Oh, come now, bunny. You know why.” He leaned down so he was right in Fyodor’s personal space. “Just like I know you still don’t want me to stop.”

26) Lee Chuuya, Ler Dazai

“There’s no point in hiding,” Dazai chuckled.

“Shut the fuck up!”

“You know you want it~”

“Shut up, I said—!” Chuuya growled when his voice broke on the word, covering his dark red face with both hands. “Get that cursed thing away from me!”

“Hmm…” Dazai mock pondered, then brought the tip of the feather down to Chuuya’s tummy and drew an invisible, tickly line. “No.”

“Dazai!” Chuuya screeched, arms flying down to shove him away, but it didn’t stop the slew of giggles that fell out of his mouth at the minute contact. He shivered, his smile wobbly as he looked up at his partner. “Fuhuhucking…don’t do that!”

The detective twirled the feather teasingly between his first two fingers and smirked down at the redhead. “Do what?”

Chuuya was going to kill him. How had he wound up here, lying on the couch with his dumbass boyfriend on top of him, wiggling that wretched torture device at him with a far too happy grin on his face?

“Don’t…don’t tickle me with that thing!”

“Oh?” Dazai looked at the feather as if surprised by its presence, then swiftly brought it down to dip into Chuuya’s belly button.

The redhead screeched again and bucked his hips desperately, loud cackles flying past his lips as he shoved his partner away again. “Dohohohohon’t! You fuhuhuhucking asshole!”

At this point, even Dazai couldn’t hold back his amused giggles. “You’re so feather ticklish, chibi. It’s adorable.”

“Shut up! No it’s not!”

“Oh, but it is! Look,” he teased, wiggling the feather in front of Chuuya’s face, watching his boyfriend shrink back into the couch cushions, eyes wide with a nervous smile. “I’m not even touching you now and you’re still so flustered~”

“It’s fucking embarrassing!” Chuuya groaned, covering his face again. “For the love of god, don’t use that on MEHEHEHEHEHE!! NOHOHOHOHOHO!!”

This time when his hands flew down to stop him, Dazai deftly grabbed his wrists in one hand and held them out of the way while the feather trailed a tickly path down the redhead’s tummy, making Chuuya throw his head back and laugh completely unfiltered.

“FUHUHUHUHUCK, DAZAI!! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!”

Dazai took the opportunity to smile fondly at his distracted boyfriend, very slowly and softly dragging the tip of the feather up and down his bouncing belly. “Hmm…no, I don’t think I will, chibi. I like seeing you like this. Besides…”

He dipped the feather into Chuuya’s belly button again, beaming at the loud shriek and subsequent curse his partner let fly at him, his cheeks flushed red and arms trembling in Dazai’s hold.

“…I think we both know you like this just as much as I do~”

27) Lee Fyodor, Ler Dazai

“Mmph!”

Dazai smiled at Fyodor’s limp brown hair as the Russian buried his face in his chest, body trembling in response to the light traces the detective’s fingers were running up and down his spine. “Fyo?”

“Mhmhm!”

“Something the matter?~”

Fyodor huffed out a half scoff, half whine and tightened his grip on Dazai’s waist, pulling him closer. Dazai grinned, keeping up his featherlight touches.

“You seem shaky all of a sudden.”

“Nnnmph!”

“Hmm.” Dazai dragged his fingers around to his partner’s side, dragging a single fingertip up and down his bare skin.

At this point Fyodor couldn’t help but arch a little, a few stray giggles slipping out of him as he squirmed in his lover’s hold. He may have muttered something in Russian; Dazai wasn’t sure, not being well-versed in the language.

“You’re so squirmy~” he teased, beaming in satisfaction at the way Fyodor whined aloud and brought a hand down to loosely wrap around his wrist.

“Dahahazai…”

“Yes, bunny?”

“You’re tihihihihickling me.”

“Am I? Oh, dear.” Dazai didn’t sound at all concerned, dragging his finger around to his partner’s tummy and pressing in a little harder.

Fyodor let out a soft snort, hugging Dazai closer with the intent to trap his hand and stop the torturous tickles. “You mehehenace.”

“Menace? Me? Have you looked in the mirror lately, Fyo?”

Ah, right. Dazai had two hands, and his other one was in the perfect position to scribble at the base of his neck, near his shoulder blades. Fyodor arched into him with another giggle, cheeks turning pinker by the second.

“For gohohohod’s sahahake!”

“I didn’t know you believed in a god~”

“Dahahahazai!” Fyodor squirmed, trying to escape the tickly trap, but no matter which way he twisted, the detective’s fingers were always there, ready to follow him. He couldn’t stand to see that knowing smirk on his lover’s lips, either, so he covered his face with his hands and grumbled, “Juhuhust gehehehet on with it.”

“Oh? You sure?”

“Yehehehehes.”

Dazai hummed, pulling him in close and burying his face in Fyodor’s neck, peppering him with light kisses, still gently tracing his ticklish spots. “Very well, then. Just for you, bunny~”

By the time they finally got out of bed that morning, Fyodor was blushing and giggly and overall far too cute for Dazai to want to share him with anyone else that day.

28) Lee Fyodor, Ler Nikolai

Nikolai didn’t love Fyodor.

How could he, given everything?

But he couldn’t quite bring himself to say that he hated Fyodor, either. Not when the Russian – despite his cruelty and cunning and downright demonic spirit – was so adorable when he was being tickled.

“Nihihihihiki, I swehehehehehear!” Fyodor giggled now, curling up on himself, going to bat at the hand digging fingers into his side but finding only empty air. Then those same fingers were in his opposite ribs, and he yelped and twisted the other way, again only just in time to see Nikolai’s fingertips disappear through his portal ability. “Cut it out!”

“Hmm, quite a bold demand to make for someone in your unfortunate position.”

Nikolai was unbothered, giving the Russian just enough time to plant both feet back on the ground before sticking his hand back through the portal and swiping up Fyodor’s spine.

Fyodor shrieked and stumbled forward, then turned and gave Nikolai a cold stare. “If you don’t cease this at once, I will make you pay like you’ve never paid be-fohohohohohore!”

“Yes, yes. Doom shall befall me and all that, I know,” Nikolai said nonchalantly, scribbling into his knee from behind, narrowly avoiding a kick to his fingers. He smirked to himself behind his cape, suddenly getting an idea. “I think you rather deserve this punishment, don’t you, Fyodor? I mean, after all you put me through…this is really the least I could do.”

Fyodor nearly collapsed to the ground when his other knee was tickled, but he was quicker this time. He whirled around with a kick, fully intending to break his assailant’s fingers, but Nikolai pulled back just in time, then shot his arm out again with a purpose.

Fyodor realized his mistake the instant his foot was in the air, but it was too late now.

Nikolai grabbed his ankle and pulled it through the portal, leaning back comfortably in his seat and dragging his fingernails across the bare sole that was now all his.

Several paces away, Fyodor finally did collapse to the ground, giggling hysterically and squirming helplessly, cursing in Russian when Nikolai slipped a finger between his toes and wiggled.

“Stohohohohohop! You’ll pahahahahahay for this, Nihihihihihiki!”

Nikolai smirked, crossing his legs and trapping the ankle between them, freeing both hands to tickle Fyodor to pieces from a safe distance. “You know, Fyodor, it would be easier to believe you if you were using my actual name~”

29) Lee Dazai, Ler Chuuya

“The hell are you doing?!”

The words spurred Dazai into frantic action. He struggled for just another moment with his partner’s keys, then gave up and stole all of them – including keychains – and bolted down the hall.

Chuuya was right behind him.

“Get back here! I know you were trying to steal my pug keychain!”

Dazai yelped as he tripped over the rug in their shared bedroom, toppling onto the bed in an ungraceful heap. He whirled around, the hand holding the keys stubbornly behind him. “Why would I steal your stupid dog keychain? You know how I feel about dogs.”

The redhead glared at him, gripping his free arm and uselessly trying to wrangle the brunette around to take his keys back. “Dazai!”

“Whahahat?” Dazai giggled, easily keeping the keys from his partner’s grip.

“Give it back!” Chuuya demanded, growing more frustrated the more he realized there was no winning this fight. “And quit laughing already!”

At that Dazai only laughed harder, which spurred the mafioso into grabbing onto his hips and digging in with a vengeance.

The detective squawked and bucked his hips, his laughter instantly shifting from amused to ticklish. He tried to pry the redhead away with his free hand, still keeping the hand clutching the keys firmly behind him. “Ehehehehehehe! Chihihihihibi!”

“At least call me by my name when I’ve got you like this, stupid Dazai,” Chuuya grumbled, swinging a leg over to half-pin his partner to the mattress. “You want to laugh? Fine. I’ll give you something to laugh about.”

“I wahahahahahasn’t tahahahaking your keychahahahain!” Dazai insisted through helpless cackles, squirming uselessly beneath the redhead’s touch.

“No? Then what were you doing?”

“I wahahahahahas just gohohohoing to tahahahahahake your P-Port Mahahahahahafia keys!”

Chuuya blinked. “What for? You planning a break-in?”

Dazai shook his head, then squealed when his partner found the hypersensitive spots on his hips and kneaded into them meticulously. “So yohohohohohou’d gehehehehet to wohohohohork and nohohohohot be ahahahahahable to get in!”

Chuuya let out a longsuffering sigh, bringing his tickling to a stop. Dazai caught his breath, blinking up at him in confusion. Before he could ask why he’d stopped, however, the redhead plunged his hands into the detective’s upper ribs.

“GAH!!” Dazai yelled, frantically waving his free arm around while trying to resist the urge to bring his other arm out protectively. “NOHOHOHOHOHO, CHUHUHUHUHUHUUYA!!”

“You’re going to give my keys back,” Chuuya said in a low, dangerous voice that Dazai only ever heard when he knew the redhead was being totally serious, “or I’m going to tickle you until you’re crying my name and begging me for even a moment of mercy.”

Dazai made a distressed sound in the back of his throat, but still refused to give the keys back, despite there being no point. Chuuya knew his plan now; even if he got the key off the stupid ring, his partner knew what was up. It was over.

But…

“Don’t want to give it up? Fine.” Chuuya activated his gravity manipulation to forcibly push Dazai’s arms above his head – both of them. “Guess you really want me to make you scream.”

Then he plunged both hands into Dazai’s unprotected armpits.

The detective was begging for mercy in no time at all.

30) Lee Atsushi, Ler Dazai

According to Akutagawa – who told Chuuya, who told Dazai – Atsushi was always warm.

And it wasn’t that he always felt warm; he physically was a naturally warm person. Perfect for cuddles, according to Dazai – who told Chuuya, who told Akutagawa, and now the mafioso hadn’t spoken to him for three days.

But that was beside the point.

The point was, the Armed Detective Agency office was freezing today, and Dazai had it on good authority that their resident weretiger was the perfect solution.

“Atsushiiiii,” he called to the younger man, having followed him out of the office and to the lockers when the weretiger was about to go to lunch.

He pretended to miss the way Atsushi tensed up with anticipation at his call. It was like he used that tone of voice every time he was going to play a prank or something.

“Y-Yeah, Dazai?” Atsushi asked.

Deciding to really throw the young man off his game, Dazai flopped into him, wrapping his arms around him in a hug rather than say another word.

Atsushi froze again, but for a different reason this time. He seemed shocked, even as his arms came up to return the gesture.

“Dazai?” he asked in a gentler voice. “Is something wrong—AHA!!”

The brunette grinned as Atsushi began to wiggle in his arms, soft giggles spilling from his lips thanks to his fingers digging into his sides. “I’m so cold! Warm me up, Atsushi~”

“Ehehehehehehe, Dahahahahazai!” the weretiger whined, managing to squirm away for a split second before being drawn back into his boss’ tickly clutches, this time with his back to his chest so Dazai could reach around and scribble at his tummy. “EHEHEHEHEHEHE, NOHOHOHOHOHO!!”

“But you’re so warm! You’re like a personal heating pad,” Dazai teased, hugging him closer. “I just want to warm up.”

“Gehehehehehet a real heheheheheheating pad, thehehehehen! I hahahahahave to go – EEEK NOHOHOHOHO NOT THEHEHEHEHERE!!”

Dazai hummed as though confused, though the both of them knew he knew exactly what he was doing, wiggling a finger into Atsushi’s belly button like that. “I’m sure Akutagawa wouldn’t mind waiting a couple extra minutes. Stay and warm me up first, Atsushiiii~”

The poor weretiger ended up arriving at his lunch date with Akutagawa pink-faced and still a little giggly, and having to explain why he’d been tardy.

Akutagawa wasn’t surprised in the least.

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