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Port Mafia Styled Torture

This is a Buraiha Trio tickle fic! With Lee!Dazai, Ler!Oda, and verbal Ler!Ango! If this isn’t your forte, no need to read!

Summary: Oda just got off the phone with the curry chef after a little chat about the kids, threatening a little bit of ‘Port Mafia Styled Torture’. Dazai’s curious about it. He got his answer, just not in the way he expected to. (Dark Era, Eighteen!Dazai)

Dazai was rather content on a lazy night at the bar.

The familiar atmosphere held a comfort only Lupin could provide, its dim lights and peaceful nights were to die for, truly. For Dazai, it felt much more relieving in the presence of two people.

He wrapped his arms around Odasaku’s torso, sat contently on his lap, who was busy talking on the phone with the restaurant owner about who-knows-what, nursing a Whiskey on the Rocks with his free hand.

Ango was making idle chat with the bartender two seats down, sipping his own tomato juice, as he stated that he wasn’t in the mood for alcohol that night. And Dazai found himself here, simply relaxing against his friend, feeling confident that this would simply be a slow night at the bar.

He snuggled in closer to Odasaku’s side, absentmindedly letting his forehead press against the man’s cheek, who in turn abandoned his drink to give Dazai a quick pat on the head, letting his hand rest there after a moment. Dazai let out a little sigh, tuning in to catch the tail end of Odasaku’s phone conversation.

“-If Katsumi does it again, let him know I’ll be coming home to dish out some Port Mafia Style Torture, okay? Bye then.”

…Hoh?

“Hmm?” Dazai tilted his head up to look at Odasaku, who looked down at him with a raised brow. “What is it?” he asked, pocketing his phone as Dazai sat up. “Port Mafia Styled Torture? I haven’t heard anything like that before. What do you mean by it?”

Distantly, he noticed the scrapping of Ango’s bar stool and his footsteps, and Odasaku glanced at the other, before letting out a hum. “Just a term I came up with for the kids.” he plainly explained, causing Dazai to huff. “Yeah, but what is it?” He pouted, clearly displaying curiosity.

“Ah, well,” Odasaku contemplated, tilting his head to the side for a moment before ultimately shrugging. “It’s better to show more than tell, I suppose.” Now it was Dazai’s turn to cock his head to the side, confusion flickering on his face. The sound of Ango aggressively sipping his drink behind them certainly wasn’t helping, though.

Then Odasaku held up wiggling fingers.

Dazai was beyond confused.

“What…are you doing? Why are you moving your hands like tHAT-”

He had no time to react, zero seconds to collect himself before those wiggling fingers descended on his sides like quick lightning, startling a shriek out of the teenager. It was a foreign feeling that shot through his body, causing him to sputter and teeter into frantic laughter.

“Whahahahahat the-Odahahaha!!!” Dazai squealed when Odasaku dug dexterous fingers into his ribs, causing the poor boy to buck and squirm in Odasaku’s lap, who wasn’t at all deterred by the sudden rowdiness of the younger. That didn’t stop him from commenting though.

“Huh, I didn’t expect you to be this ticklish.” He hummed, giving an experimental tweak higher up his ribs, and leaning forward a bit to accommodate Dazai’s jerk backwards. “I can work with this.”

“This is terrible.” Ango said from behind, and Dazai could barely twist around to start reaching for help, a smile tugging his lips in a way he never thought were possible. “Ahahahango!! Hehelp mehehehe- AHhhahAhahAhh!!” He practically spasmed with screechy laughter when Odasaku took the opportunity to scribble along his back, having not expected his own back to be as ticklish as his front.

“Nope, I’m fine right here. I do not trust that man.” Ango hummed from the complete other side of the bar, Dazai kicking wildly and yelping with laughter as Odasaku considered his options, as if this were some delicate procedure and not him just tickling his crazily squirming friend to utter pieces. “Ow Ango, I feel hurt.” He nonchalantly muttered.

And then he poked around his lower back.

It was almost as if Dazai turned into a track runner, it was just that funny.

The boy let out a straight up scream, aggressively kicking his legs as he started slapping Odasaku’s hands, which were tweaking at the dimples that he must have remembered were there. The other leaned back a bit as Ango raised a brow. “Ah, that must feel terrible. Rest in peace, Dazai, I’ll be sure to write your eulogy.” It’s not like it was terrible… he was just unprepared, dangit!

“I thought that was my job?” Odasaku questioned, digging a knuckle into the middle of his back, only to jolt at the loud snort Dazai let out. “Jesus, that startled me.” Ango scoffed in amusement, watching as Dazai’s feet would bang against the bar table.

He’s pretty sure he kicked something else, from the clattering noise that startled a flinch out of both Ango and Odasaku, causing the man’s merciless fingers to falter and dig into a bundle of nerves, and Dazai couldn’t help the full body spasm that overtook him. Seriously, how was he supposed to know what he kicked if he was laughing too much to even care!?

“Oooh…apologies for that, bartender-” Dazai’s hand came cracking down against the counter, his finger catching on something solid before that went crashing down too. “....And that.”

Dazai could hardly hear what the bartender was saying when Odasaku started experimentally wiggling fingers into his hips, his laughter taking on a whole new pitch as he struggled, laughter sputtering without filter from his mouth, slapping his hand repeatedly around the bar table.

“BAHAhahaHahAHar!! PleEhEhehase!!!” He pleaded senselessly, unsure just what it was he was pleading for. “Were you trying to call the bartender? God, you’re just calling for anyone now, huh?” Ango hummed with a casual raise of the eyebrow, which shouldn’t be so damn funny in the situation, but Dazai found himself laughing more anyways.

He’s certain he almost slid off of Odasaku’s lap if the man hadn’t been there to hold him up, tears of mirth pricking his eyes as he squirmed and squealed, trying everything he could to worm himself out of the man’s dangerously deft hands. A fruitless endeavor in the end, but the attempt was appreciated.

“You okay there, Dazai?” Odasaku apparently found it in himself to be worried by the tears he was deliberately causing to stream down Dazai’s face, who finally was able to turn onto his back again, head and torso dangling off from the stool with a beet-red face. He couldn’t help but think how terribly mean that was, and how giggly he felt just from the aspect that Odasaku cared enough to ask for a raincheck.

Somehow, he gave a half-assed nod, wheezing all the same.

“Now he just sounds like a pterodactyl.” Came the comments of his other, equally mean friend, who pre-ordered some water and was just sitting there waiting now, waiting for Dazai to give up and beg for it to stop. “Hmm, I think that adds onto the charm.” Odasaku casually commented, further embarrassing their precious friend, who was frantically shaking his head and whining, wheezing, laughing his heart out. God, he didn’t want to think it, but-

This was so, so fun.

“He sounds like he’s being murdered though, and I do not know how to feel about that.” Obviously that was a lie, from the way he was hiding a small smile behind his tomato juice glass, but Dazai could hardly muster the strength to call him out on it. Dazai, being tickled to shambles, took way longer than he thought to get enough breath in him to finally, finally plead mercy.

“AIHIHIHIR!! I NEHEHEED AIHIHIR-ODAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” Odasaku took him seriously then, and the boy gasped in relief (and hidden disappointment) when he removed his hands, instead helping Dazai sit up properly. He adjusted him in his lap, asking again if the other was okay as Dazai greedily sucked in bucket-fulls of air, hardly noticing Ango approach with the glass of water.

Maybe it took Dazai an embarrassing few tries to actually grab the glass of water, Ango supporting it as he drank from it in relief. He let out a sigh, leaning back against Odasaku’s chest as Ango sat down, the bartender watching fondly from afar.

“Dazai?” Odasaku called again, making him realize how he had yet to answer the man’s question, frantically nodding his head in earnest. “‘M fine, ‘m fine.” He managed to mumble, letting his eyes slide shut as he took in all of what just happened.

It was unexpected, he was so unprepared. Those foreign tingles fried his brain in a way he couldn’t explain, but for some strange, strange reason…

He wanted Odasaku to do it again.

It was so fun, so unpredictable, so…not boring. It lit a fire in Dazai’s heart and the uncontrollable laughter left him feeling so light. He was practically boneless, the blush on his face felt so hot, yet he didn’t mind. He only found himself snuggling further into Oda’s gentle embrace, wishing to himself for the other to do it again. But at the same time, he was exhausted, he wanted a nap right about now, no more of that for him then.

“Well, now I’m just glad the Port Mafia’s enemies never thought of tickle torture to get the answers they wanted; we all would have been so screwed.” Dazai huffed at that, cheeks flushing for a whole other embarrassing reason now at Ango’s smartass comment.

“Oh fuck you, Ango.” He growled lightly only to quietly yelp and giggle feverishly at the tweak to his sides from Odasaku, practically melting on the spot. “Oi, no cussing at Ango. I’m not afraid to dish out some more of this for the next hour.”

Dazai hiccupped, mumbling ‘mercy mercy mercy’ and vigorously shaking his head. Thankfully Odasaku didn’t go through with his playful threat, instead letting his arms wrap around Dazai and settle comfortably.

“Finally, a knight and shining armor to save me from your insanity.” Ango rolled his eyes, letting out a sigh as he leaned his head against his palm. “Although, I suggest you get to cleaning up your mess as soon as possible. That would be appreciated.”

…Mess?

“Eh?” Dazai tilted his head, blinking his eyes open to look to the opposite side of them, almost shooting up in surprise at what he saw. Multiple bar stools had fallen to the ground, and Odasaku’s drink was miserably spilt over the bar counter, sitting there sadly.

An even brighter flush of embarrassment took over him, something he for once couldn’t seem to hide as he sulked heavily. “How did I do that..?” He muttered to himself briefly. “Don’t ask how; just get to cleaning already.” Ango pressed, downing the rest of his tomato juice.

“But Angooo!” Dazai complained, leaning heavily back against Odasaku, who bonked him lightly on the head. “Your mess, you clean it up.” He said, which caused Dazai to gap at him. “But you’re the one responsible for making me make this mess, Odasaku!” Odasaku hummed with a shrug. “You still did it, take responsibility. You're a mafioso for God’s sake, Dazai.” Ango huffed.

“Uuuugh, fine!” Dazai whined, sulking off Odasaku’s lap and begrudgingly setting to work on picking up the bar stools. He almost hissed at Odasaku chuckling behind him, but thought better of it, knowing that would lead him nowhere.

He didn’t complain as much as he usually did though, as for once, he wasn’t as opposed as he thought he’d be to cleaning up his mess. All he could really think about was when and how he could get that to happen again. You can’t really blame him.

After all, he’d really like to know all the ins and outs of this ‘Port Mafia Styled Torture’.

#HBWriting #bsd tickle fic #Lee!Dazai #Ler!Oda #Ler!Ango #Buraiha Trio #bsd #please do not tag this as Oda/Dazai #This is purely platonic I just hc that Dazai's love language is Physical Touch! #XD #bungou stray dogs tickling

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[nataliewritez]

Ango's Weakness || BSD Tk Fic

A/N: Thanks to a certain someone, cough, Dani, cough, I have been convinced to do this. Hope all you other Ango enjoyers like this!!

Summary: Ango and Y/N are watching movie's, during this, you make a wonderful discovery.

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"Ango, get off your laptop, it's movie night!" Y/N sighs, a gentle roll of their eye's catching his attention. "You know I saw that, right?" He said, giving you a sly smirk, as you could feel your cheeks flush slightly, pouting ever so slightly, making him chuckle gently.

"Alright alright, I'll stop for now." He said, saving his work and closing the page, turning his laptop off and putting it on charge to the side, before joining you on the lounge. "So, what movie did you pick out?" He asks, gently pulling you close to him so the both of you were cuddling. Y/N got the blanket beside them, neatly tucked, and undid it, wrapping it around the both of them to grow comfy.

Ango made a comfortable sigh as he wraps his arm around Y/N's. "I chose this one, it's called (insert name), that sound good to you?" You asked sweetly, a warm smile invading his face. "It's perfect." Ango says, kissing your temple, again, making Y/N's face grow red. "S-Stop doing that.." You mutter, making Ango make an amused scoff, "You know you love it when I do that, darling." He says, caressing your cheek with the back of his hand, his skin was soft and supple, yet it was slightly cold, not that you minded it, however. It was a comforting cold in a sort of way, as he rubs his thumb over your jawline, kissing your cheek as he pulls away, making you huff softly.

"Fine fine, no more dilly dallying around, let's watch the movie." You proclaimed, Ango humming in agreement.

Thirty minutes in, Y/N started to feel a bit more clingy, your hand crawled under Ango's arm, gently rubbing at his side, the unexpected contact retracted an unusually shaky gasp from the brunette, this gained both of you and his attention to the very hand at his side.

"Y..Y/N, do you, ah.. mind taking away your hand?" He asks, with a hint of embarrassment, a cheshire grin from ear to ear sticking on your face.

"Oh, I do mind, actually." Y/N's eye's stared into Ango's dirty emerald one's, making his cheeks swell red. "Y/N.. Don't." He attempts to warn you, but you squeeze yourself closer against him, wrapping your arm's ever so innocently against his waist, "All I want is to cuddle, darling~" You dared to tease him, and it worked successfully, making him blush brightly.

Before he could say anytjing in protest, his breath hitched as Y/N's nails circled against his side's, his body involuntarily arching the opposite way. "A-Ah!? Y/N, no!" He scolds you like a misbehaving puppy, but you don't falter your movements, curling your nail's a little faster against the sensitive area, as his defense is rapidly dropping. "Y-Y/N! Noho- gah!" He covers his mouth out of embarrassment, a soft giggle leaving his lips, making you flush in awe. You never heard him giggle before, only when he was the one getting you, but today, that changed.

"You're so cute like this, An-An!" You smiled, deciding you were getting bored of his side's and opting for his stomach, watching him shiver out a whimper, curling up against the couch, using his forearms to cover his face, only leaving his wobbly smile to your gaze, making Y/N chuckle at him.

You crawled your left hand up and started scribbling at his ribs, making him gently chuckle into his wrists, his glasses were half knocked off, just holding on by a thread, and a few tears of mirth had appeared, het he never told you to stop..

"Oh? Do you like this?" You taunt, laughing along with him as he just whined softly, quivering under your touch. Before he knew it, he arched his back off the couch and proceeded to cackle, all because you kneaded clueless thumbs at the side's of his ribs. "Uh oh, seems I got you, beloved~" Y/N proceeds too laugh along with him, as Ango shrieks.

"Y/N! GYAH!? AHAHAH! GEHEHE-GEHET OFF! STOHOP!"

At those last word, you stop, pulling him in your lap and proceeded to place gentle, loving kisses against his neck, a few behind his neck making him giggle, you giggling in return and stopping as his hand blocked anymore kisses there.

"You alright?" Y/N asks, clearly a bit worried, but still highly amused at his situation. "Yes, yes, I'll be.. ahem.. alright.." He heaves, fixing his glasses and even his hair, before cupping your cheeks softly and placing a gentle kiss at your lips, proceeding to stradle you.

"Now.. it's your turn."

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GETTING HIS ATTENTION

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Fandom: Bungo Stray Dogs

Characters: Ler!Ango x Lee! Reader

⚠️THIS IS A TICKLE FIC SO IF YOU DON’T WANNA SEE THAT, YOU HAVE BEEN RANDO WARNED⚠️

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It was getting late and your boyfriend was currently still at his desk, typing away at documents on his computer. But you weren’t having any of it, you wanted him to put it away even for a moment and give you attention before you were too sleepy. And maybe you wanted the tickly kind of attention too…His fingers scribbling over your sides and maybe your back and-! You stopped yourself there, getting flustered even thinking about it. But you had to try! So you walked over to him, draping your arms around his shoulders.

“Angooo~ I’m so bored…!” You whined, leaning over his shoulder. “Why don’t you close that document and finish it later…?”

“Unfortunately I can’t, I need to do it now. Why, though? Do you need something?” He asked, but his eyes were still glued to the computer in front of him.

“Not anything specific…Just want you to pay attention to me!” You replied, giving him a small cheeky smile. He looked to you with a small apologetic smile of his own, bringing his hand to your cheek. Had he finally given in?

“I’m sorry love, but this is really important..Just give me a few more minutes, then I’ll be able to give you all the rest of my time!” Nope, he still wouldn’t budge. And you knew he meant more than a few minutes, the man was the biggest workaholic you knew! So you decided to pull out the big guns and gave him the iconic pleading puppy eyes.

“But Ango..! It’s getting late! By the time you finish, I’ll be fast asleep…!” He shook his head with a small snicker at your antics. He’d be lying if he said your charms weren’t almost working. Almost.

“Well then, I promise to be as quick as possible to avoid tha-Hey!” You had taken his laptop off the table, saving the work before closing it and holding it high above your head. “I need to finish tha-“

“I saved it for you! You can finish it later!” You gave him a sly smirk, thinking you had won.

“Why you-!” He was about to just take it out of your hands, after all, he was taller than you. But he didn’t. Because he could read you like a book, he knew what you wanted from him. Though he wasn’t about to let you get it so easy. “You know what fine-! Take it! I’ll just work on these papers!” He said, holding back his own smirk as he sat down again, grabbing a pen and the sheets of paperwork in front of him.

“…What?” You couldn’t believe it. Sure he was a typically serious man, but normally that would have brought out his playful side. Pouting, you put the computer down in front of him, before going to lay on the couch in the corner of the room. A dramatic groan of annoyance escaped your lips as you closed your eyes, bringing your arms up to shield them from the light, crossing them over your face. For a moment, you both sat in silence. Ango would have dragged it on a bit longer, maybe make you admit what you wanted. but he decided to be merciful. So he got up from his desk, making his way towards you. It wasn’t until he sat himself above you that you realized he was there.

“So, you just gonna lay here? Not even gonna try again?” He said, hands moving to your sides, but doing nothing else. Yet.

“Why should I? If you’re so busy, I won’t bother you..!” You said, huffing, as a blush started to rise on your face. Though you didn’t move your arms down to look at him.

“You know what…Maybe I could go back to my work if you don’t need me anymore.” He hummed, as he let go and pretended he was about to get off you and leave. Okay maybe he was still a little mean! Could you blame him though? He loved seeing your reactions!

“No! I mean-! Uh-!” You yelped, stuttering and grabbing his hands. There it was, your adorable blush he loved so much!

“Oh..? Is there something you want after all~?” He asked innocently, but he couldn’t help the teasing tone that crawled out of his lips.

“W-Well- I- Can you- Agh-!” You huffed in flustered annoyance, before pulling his hands to your sides slowly. “C-Could you- Maybe…Ya know…”

“Could I maybe what, sweetheart~?” Damn him and his sweet names, making you even more red than you already were. At this point you were nervous you’d die right then and there from all the nerves, before anything even happened!

“Canyoupleasetickleme!” You blurted out quickly, and you could feel his fingers slowly curl around your waist at this. It made you all giddy, as you held in anticipatory giggles. But his fingers still didn’t move.

“What was that hon? I’m sorry, I’m not sure I caught what you said!” Although he was normally merciful and genuine, you knew he was teasing this time, as you peaked through your fingers giddily.

“ You- I- Just-! Just tickle me alreheady-!” You whined out slightly, a small giggle accidentally escaping.

“Nawww is that what you want~? Well, I suppose I could indulge you~!” He gives you a small playful smirk, as he slowly raises his hands off you, and for a moment, he waits. You lay there in the quiet, confused, before peaking through your fingers again.

“Ango…? Why aren’t you doing anythi-!” You stopped yourself mid question, as he wiggled his fingers playfully in the air. He wasn’t normally the type to tease like this, so this side of him always caught you off guard when he showed it. You hid your face again, not able to hold in your giddy giggles anymore. “Ahango…! Stohop dohoing thaHAhaha-!” And as if on command, he dropped his hands to your sides, gently tracing across them. It caught you by surprise, as you began giggling lightly. “Ahahangoho!”

“What? You told me to stop teasing you~!” He said, a small smirk still playing on his lips, his glasses shining.

“Thihihis is wohohorse!” You giggled out, however you made no effort to squirm away. He continued to trace up and down your sides, occasionally squeezing and poking, making you squeal.

“Oh is it now~? Well it can only get even worse then~” He teased, eventually stopping the traces and giving you a small break. However, he was quick to get up and flip you over on your stomach, before sitting above you again. “I believe the last time we did this, your back proved to be pretty sensitive right?” He asked, sounding both genuine and teasing. You blushed, burying your face in your arms.

“I- I uh- Nooo….? That’s not true!” You said, but he wasn’t one to forget small details like this, nor was he one to fall for your lies.

“Tsk Tsk…Trying to deny it now is practically like you’re asking for me to prove you wrong~!” He teased as he slowly dragged a finger up your spine, making you shiver.

“D-Don’t you dare-!”

“Don’t I dare do what~?”

“Tickle me- I mean-“ You realized your slip up a little too late, as he brought all ten fingers up, placing them on your upper back.

“Well, If you insist~!”

“Wahait that’s nohot what I-EEP! NAHAHA!” And with that, his fingers began dancing around the spot. Up and down, side to side, no area was left untouched. “AHAHANGO-! NAHAHAT THEHEHERE!” You squealed out, practically exploding with laughter.

“Nawww, but this is your favorite spot is it not~?” He teased, spidering his fingers over your shoulder blades. If your face wasn’t as red as a tomato already, it definitely was about to be. “Besides, you aren’t even trying to fight it. And you keep saying "not there!”, but never ask me to actually stop! I think you’re enjoying this~!” He said with another smirk. How dare he call you out like that! You buried your face into a pillow to hide the undignified and childish screech that left your lips when he suddenly leaned down, blowing small raspberries into your shoulders.

“AHAHANGO-! I CAHAHAN’T!” You managed to say through your muffled laughter. He honestly found it endearing how you were so sensitive to this.

“Can’t what? Is someone a little too ticklish? How cute~! Also just because I can’t see your face with you hiding it, doesn’t mean I don’t know you’re a blushing mess over there~!”

“SHUHUHUT UHAHAP!” You squealed out, but you’d be lying again if you said he wasn’t correct about everything he’d said so far.

“Shut up? Now that’s not very nice! Ya know what you asked for this~” He said, feigning hurt, before blowing a big raspberry right in between your shoulder blades, causing you to shriek loudly, incoherent squeals spilling through your laughter. This continued on for a bit longer, however you were reaching your limit, which he noticed quickly. He raised his head away, however bringing one finger to light traces again, making your laughter quiet down to sweet giggles.

“You okay there sweetheart?” He asked genuinely, a fond smile on his face.

“Yehehea..Buhut youhu are so mehean…”

“Oh? Do I need to continue~” You squeaked, but were too tired now to squirm away.

“Nononoho! Noho mohore..!” He chuckled slightly at your reaction, eventually stopping the traces and getting off you. You practically melted into the couch, a content smile on your face.

“Alright, Alright…I suppose you’ve had enough now?” He asked, to which you nodded softly.

“Yes…Thahank you…” You said, a few leftover giggles pouring out.

“Of course, any time. As long as I’m not too busy that is!” You both laughed a little at this. “Do you need any water?” He asked, and you nodded. He was quick to leave, before returning with a glass of cold water for you. You took the glass carefully, gulping down the water, before placing it down on the small coffee table in front of you. He then walked over to glance at the work on his desk, and then back at you. Meh, he supposed the papers could wait a bit longer. He came back to the couch, pulling you into his arms, to which you shivered. “Don’t worry, I’m done, no more tickles I promise! Now c’mere..” He spoke softly, and you allowed yourself to relax in his arms as he wrapped his them around you. He began running his hand through your hair, and soon you could feel yourself falling asleep in his comforting hold. He smiled down at you as you closed your eyes, kissing the top of your head lightly.

“G’night Ango…” You said, before succumbing to sleep.

“Sweet dreams my love…” He whispered, and soon, he found himself asleep too.

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A/N: HI NAT OMG THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST! I loved writing this, as you can probably tell! I hope it was good, as I haven’t written in a while haha TvT This was also probably out of character jdhbjsb- Anyways, once again thank you for your request and to anyone else reading, I hope you have a good day/night!

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HI BSD FANDOM SIDE OF THE TK COMMUNITY….HOW YOU GUYS FEEL ABOUT MUSHITAROU…CAUSE HE’S SO LEE REAL THANK YOU NEXT-!

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TickleTober2022/Day 20 - Counting

Bungou Stray Dogs - Dazai x Atsushi

“You know… I think you should relax a little,” Dazai suggested, stopping his reading and watching Atsushi as the weretiger let out another frustrated groan from behind a pile of reports.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb you,” the boy muttered, pressing his hands on his face. Maybe he was a little stressed with the work.

“No need to apologize,” Dazai chuckled, placing the book down and now focusing on the other, “have you tried some breathing exercises?”

“Mhm,” he replied, following his coworker and placing the report he was currently reading back on the pile.

"Maybe going for a walk?" Dazai suggested, now determined to find a method to solve the weretiger's stiffness.

"I did earlier, but I keep thinking about the work left here," Atsushi said as he giggled nervously.

"And have you tried counting to 12?" He spoke with a serious face, even frowning a little as he inspected the other with his eyes.

"Don't you mean counting to 10?" The boy tilted his head in confusion, which only got worse as Dazai shook his head signing 'no'.

"No, counting to 12. It's a new method to make people release stress. Have you never heard of it?"

As Atsushi confirmed Dazai suspicions, the man offered himself to demonstrate and help him experience it. And since he already had enough of the paperwork, giving it a try wouldn't do him any bad, would it?

"Alright, I need you to turn your back to me and stretch your arms up above your head," Dazai instructed, waiting for the other to do it.

"Like… this?"

"Yes, perfect. Now, I'll start counting and when I get to 12 you can lower your arms again, ok? Just don't move or we will have to start over," Dazai continued, still sounding as serious as he could while explaining the whole thing.

When Atsushi nodded, Dazai placed his hands on the boy's sides, close to his lower ribs. That alone was enough to make the boy tense up with a shiver that ran up his spine.

"One," and as he counted, he poked him on both sides, making Atsushi jump in place as he gasped in surprise.

"Stay still… two."

"D-Dazahahai! It tihihickles," Atsushi tried to protest, his arms trembling, battling the urge to clamp against his torso to protect himself.

"Na-ah, keep your hands up," Dazai said as if scolded him, thankful that the boy didn't check on him and couldn't spot the huge grin on his lips.

He waited just for the right moment when the weretiger would manage to put his arms up again to deliver another poke.

"Three."

"Ahahah- I cahahan't!!"

"Well," Dazai muttered, taking his hands away as the boy curled up, "tsk tsk, now we will have to start all over."

"S-sohohorry…"

"Don't worry, we have all the time in the- one."

"Ah! Wahahait, I wasn't ready!"

Well, despite what would happen first - Atsushi finding out that he was tricked or they actually manage to get to his 12th pair of ribs - it should give them enough time to relax and forget all that paperwork.

A/N: not going to even mention the time anymore, i’m a procrastinator, sorry

Wahhh, it’s been a while since I watched BSD and I’m still ashamed I didn’t write something earlier. Regardless of my time-wasting-self, I really enjoyed to do this one, heheh <3 Hope you enjoyed it as much as I did

#augtickletober2022 #tickletober2022 #bungou stray dogs #atsushi nakajima #dazai osamu #bungou stray dogs tickling #lee!atsushi #ticklish!atsushi #ler!dazai #anime tickling #tickle fic

[nataliedrawz]

I don't watch BSD, BUT, what if you just kiss around Dazai's(?) bandages and his there, just quivering because it tickles so fucking bad?

#i really need to watch it gah dayum! #bsd tickle #bungou stray dogs tickling #tk headcanons #tickle headcannons #tickle headcanons #lee!dazai #ticklish!dazai #IDK IF THAT'S HIS NAME BUT I THINK IT IS

[fluffy-ami]

SIS HELLO AND CONGRATS ON 300+ FOLLOWERS!!

May I request lee!Kunikida or Ango? If not, just go for any bsd character you like most <3

Have a wonderful day/night! <3

.......you will get both 🫵🏻 (i love u), I'll just post them separately and tag you once I'm done with my little Ango doodle! Have this for now✨🌸

✨silly doodles silly doodles silly doodles✨ I am so normal about them I swear- (click for slightly better quality lol)

(Milestone ☁️ Top 5 Favourite Fandoms + Recently added) Requests are still open! 🌟

#answered asks #nat the fluffball 🐀 #tickling #my stuff #tickle art #art #ami's art #bungou stray dogs #lee!kunikida #ler!dazai #dazai osamu #kunikida doppo #help I was so soft while drawing them 🥹 #pls I adore lee kunikida so much oh god thank you for giving me the opportunity to draw him 🙏🏻😭✨🌸 #thank you so much and have a wonderful day too sis <3 #just wait until I deliver your boi ango to you sis 😎🍺 #300 followers #milestone

[squealing-santa]

Hi! 🥭 @italeean . Sorry for the long, very long, very very long wait. Mango anon will have a reputation for no being on time. It took me longer than it should have. Still I hope it will be to your liking.

Today combo 2 x 1

Akutagawa x Atsushi "Wake-up tickles" -Akutagawa, executive of the Port mafia, serius and intimidating, he had the oversight of falling asleep on the couch instead of being in bed next to his boyfriend. Atsushi didn't agree with that. Enough reason to wake Akutagawa up with tickle.

Bonus:

Reader x Childe "Lee has been getting terribly serious and depressed the last few days and Ler can't allow it."

#Squealing Santa 2k23 #ss2k23 #tickle art #Lee!Akutagawa #Ler!Atsushi #SSKK #Akutagawa x Atsushi #Shinsoukoku #Ticklish!Akutagawa #ReaderxChilde #Tickle Childe #Lee!Childe #Tartaglia #Bungou Stray Dogs #Genshin Impact #tickle fluff #Tickle #Author: mango!anon

[ettaevie]

Some of the creative choices made by the bsd anime adaptation for the sake of cool visuals end up causing some funny implications

For example:

Light Novel Mori: So I pretended that the old boss needed routine emergency throat surgery in order to open his airway, and then reported that he ultimately succumbed to illness during the procedure.

Anime Mori: Yeah so then I slit the old boss' throat with a KNIFE and let him BLEED OUT in his own bed. The stains from the blood-splatter can still be seen on the wallpaper TO THIS DAY.

Now which version sounds more suspicious to you?

#lol #this has tickled me since I first read 15 #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd mori #bsd fifteen

[helleboretks]

Kids Will Be Kids

This is a Sokouku Tickle Fic! With Lee!Chuuya, Ler!Dazai! If this isn’t your forte, no need to read!

Summary: Chuuya wants to get to their next mission, Dazai wants to satisfy his (both their) curiosity. We all know who gets what he wants anyway.

Dazai may be scary to a lot of people, but never truly to Chuuya.

It was odd to him at first, why everyone around him was so frightened by a literal child, only just reaching the fifteen mark in his years. If anything, to Chuuya he was…weird. Kind of a ridiculous weird, kind of a concerning weird. One of the most important emotions he seems to take pride in tends to be something close to listlessness.

He could be incredibly lazy if he wanted to, laying around and spacing out without a care in the world, and yet everyone would still steer clear of him if he was at least in the vicinity, or within earshot.

Chuuya did not exactly like what that implied.

But, no matter what Dazai did, whether it was shooting a corpse into the ground simply because what he gave them, the release of death, was something they ‘didn’t even deserve’, or using that master brain of his to create such elaborate and twisted plans, forcing Chuuya to go along with them whether he knew about it or not (and most often times, it’s the latter), Chuuya himself couldn’t always see why Dazai was so feared.

He was just…stupid.

Like right now.

Chuuya was staring Dazai down, whose face was covered with that iconic Suicide Handbook he somehow always seems to have on his person, sprawled out on the couch of one of the many lounges. He would have looked dead, had it not been for the soft rise and fall of his chest. He was asleep.

Fact still stands, this was Dazai. The kid who barely acts like a kid, something he’s only seen at least two or so times before. He can’t even be completely sure if the other is asleep, he’s very convincing in the ways of deceit after all.

“Oi, Dazai.” Chuuya huffed, hands stuffed in his pockets as he deadpanned. “We’ve got a mission in two hours, get the fuck up already.” He pressed a foot lightly into his partner’s side, not actually having any reason to kick him yet. The inevitable ‘yet’ makes him hold back an exasperated groan of annoyance already.

The other didn’t respond, still deep in (feigning?) exhaustion as light snores hummed from him. Chuuya let out a short growl, pressing a bit harder against his side, shaking the taller as well. “Dazai. Shitty mackerel, I said, get the fuck up!” He spoke a little harsher. And still, nothing, the idiot refused to move.

He huffed, glancing around the empty room. He really didn’t feel like getting into a fight today, if anything, he just wants this done and over with so they could move on and get to the mission. He sat down on the ledge of the couch, the only other place Dazai’s tall frame wasn’t covering, crossing one leg over the other. “Dazai.” He grumbled. “Mackerel, Shitty Dazai, Vagabond, Waste o’ Bandages.”

Not a single one of them got him to respond. Rolling his eyes, Chuuya reaches for Dazai’s book, peeling it off his face. He tried to resist the urge to take a peak at its contents, but ultimately failed, glancing at it for a few moments. Just as freakish as he thought it would be.

But when he finally takes a look at Dazai’s face, he can’t say the same for the boy.

Face scrunched, eyebrows in a tight crease, and a visible frown on (rather delicate) features, he didn’t look at peace, and yet he was still snoring away, mouth slipped open the smallest bit. He was in discomfort, clear as day for anyone to see. Was that why he had the book covering his face? He predicted even his own discomfort, and hid it from the world before it was even in progress of appearing?

Well, that was Dazai. Even many steps ahead of himself. And he knew nobody would disturb him either, with the status of Demon Prodigy, truly a genius of his own being, as much as Chuuya hates to admit it.

So maybe he felt a little pissed that Dazai probably thought it applied to him too.

Chuuya tapped the boy’s face twice, just to ensure that he’s actually asleep and not faking it. And sure enough, not even a twitch came over him. He didn’t exactly like the idea of having to wake up Dazai, but the sooner it’s done the better.

(That was a lie, the face of contorted distraught on Dazai didn’t fit him at all, it was unnerving and, dare he say it but, it worried him…)

He didn’t really think much of how he’d go about waking up Dazai, simply grabbing at his side and squeezing it rapidly, deeming that the safest way to go about it. “Oi, Dazai, get up-” Chuuya hummed, only to stop mid sentence when he heard a slight noise, stopping in his movements.

Was that what he thought it was? It couldn’t have been, it was probably just a little exhale from the touch Dazai’s brain was processing as a response. So hesitantly, he continued squeezing at his side, now letting his other hand join in the fray on the other side.

It didn’t take long for Dazai to start squirming in his sleep, arms curling closer to his chest as Chuuya gazed up at his face, looking for a sign of consciousness. Instead, he saw something different, so different in fact, that his own brain (and heart) seemed to stutter at what he was looking at.

Dazai’s face was growing pink, eyebrows twitching and sleepy exhales getting breathier, hitching a few times as his lips wobbled into something akin to a smile. Chuuya, curious to this odd kind of behavior, started speeding up his touches, almost fascinated by the other’s odd reactions.

He swore the other boy gasped, before sleepy giggles fell from his lips, trembling in place as his squirming became more erratic. Why was he giggling? Was it because of what Chuuya was doing? Was he just susceptible to odd kinds of touch? Was Chuuya’s touch even odd?

In his thoughts, he let his hands wander down to Dazai’s hips, experimentative. However, he jolted harshly when Dazai squealed (he fucking squealed!) loud, awake within an instant and sitting upright.

“Chuuya!” Dazai yelped, batting the other’s hands away. But nope, Chuuya was in his own world, eyes wide and practically sparkling in fascination. He’s never seen a person react like that to touch before, eyes flitting between his hands and Dazai’s face, who was very visibly pouting.

“That’s so mean, Chibi!” Dazai pouted, wiping away the sleep from his eyes as he held back a yawn. “I’m ticklish, idiot.” Chuuya blinked owlishly at that, gradually tilting his head to the side.

What??

“What’s that?” He asked blankly, and now it was Dazai’s turn to blink at him, for once seeming a bit stunned. “You don’t- you don’t know what that is?” Chuuya deadpanned at the Prodigy for that one. “Oh, of course I’d know whatever the fuck that is within the eight years I’ve been alive.” He spat with all the sarcasm he could muster.

Dazai huffed out a laugh, rolling his one visible eye as he scooted back, allowing Chuuya to sit on the couch more comfortably. “What is it?” Chuuya asked, moving closer to Dazai, who promptly ignored his question. “Dazai, what is it? What the fuck is it? Tell me, God damnit!”

The other, at first seemed keen on ignoring him, huffing as he searched for his little Suicide Book. But then he perked up, and Chuuya instantly recognized a certain glint in his eyes.

Maybe…maybe this was a mistake-

“If I show you, will you stop asking, chibikko?” Chuuya blanked for a moment, staring at the other in confusion. Show him? He doesn’t even know what it is, why would Dazai think he’d trust him with that? They even had a mission in like, two hours! He can’t just waste his time doing something to satisfy his curiosity.

“...fine, but make it quick. We got places to be, dumbass.”

But of fucking course, he was too curious for his own good sometimes.

“Great! Thanks for being sooo much more compliant today, Chuuya!” The other growled at him, but stupidly continued to comply when Dazai coaxed him onto his back, albeit hesitantly. “Just so you know, I don’t fucking trust you.” Chuuya scowled, to which Dazai just rolled his eyes, flexing his fingers together.

“Obvious enough, really.” Came Dazai’s reply, only for Chuuya to yelp as Dazai-that stupid lanky mackerel- decided to sit his stupid butt on the other’s thighs. So of course, Chuuya freaked for a second.

“OiOiOi! If this is some stupid sexual thing I swear to GOD-” Dazai shushed him with a hand over his mouth, a pouty look on his face. “Oh hush Chibi! This is essential so I won’t have you kicking me in the face! I don’t want any unnecessary bruises right now.”

…Excuse?

“What the fuck?” He spoke, muffled by Dazai’s hand for a moment before it was removed. “Yes, yes, you’ll understand in a minute, with your little doggy pea brain.” Chuuya tsked, turning his head to the side.

“Now,” Dazai said, a sudden undertone in his voice that had Chuuya snapping back to look at him. But suddenly, skinny fingers found themselves clinging to Chuuya’s sides, and holy shit the spark that followed made him jolt.

“Prepare to be amazed, hatrack.”

And then those fingers started moving.

SWEET FUCK-

Chuuya choked out a strangled noise, and as if he’d been electrocuted by Zeus’ lightning, he began squirming just as Dazai predicted, a feverishly bad urge to laugh taking over his insides. “W-whahahat the fahahack!?” He sputtered, his arms clamping down around his sides as he twisted from side to side.

“I knew it! You are ticklish! You certainly looked so to me.” Dazai spoke triumphantly, skittering scuttle-y fingers all over Chuuya’s sides. The feeling was shocking and unfamiliar, sending horribly tingly sensations to scatter just under his skin, and Chuuya threw his head back.

Now what the fuck were Dazai’s fingers so fast for!? Where the hell did this energy come from, and why in God’s damn name is Chuuya laughing??

The boy tried desperately to clamp his mouth shut, but with all his non-existent experience with something like this, the attempt failed horribly, and he kept laughing, struggling under Dazai’s ministrations.

He could hardly get his arms to stay anywhere but his sides! Each time he tried to move them, Dazai would pinch just somewhere higher and they’d slam back down with vigor. The wobbly smile on Chuuya’s face wasn’t deliberate either, and it was almost embarrassing how wide it was.

Was this what it was? Being ticklish??

Suddenly, he didn’t like the word anymore.

“Chibi’s ticklish! Aaaaw, tickle, tickle, tickle, Chibi-chuu!” Chuuya practically squealed at such nonsensical teasing. It was different from what Dazai’d usually do, so baby-ish and cruel.

“Wahahahahait, Oh my Gohohohod, Dazai!” Chuuya exclaimed through the rapid laughter that forced itself out of his lungs, only to practically squeal when Dazai found his ribs, digging into the inbetweens and leaving him desperately attempting to kick him off.

Which would have worked, normally, if he wasn’t feeling so sapped of energy laying helplessly beneath the lanky asshole. Chuuya guffawed when Dazai’s blunt nails dug into his skin, only two layers of clothes separating bare physical contact, yet they did practically nothing to save his ass.

Chuuya bucked rapidly, and Dazai laughed as he was jostled from where he sat, as if mocking him for acting like a wild bull seeing a red flag. But Chuuya just couldn’t stop, shaking his head as his nose scrunched and his cheeks got hotter, blushing from the extreme exertion he certainly wasn’t prepared for.

Dazai, however, seemed to want to be even more of an embarrassing fish, removing one hand from Chuuya’s ribs and searching for his tie, a grin of pure hilarity on his face.

“It’s gettin’ hot in here, so take off all your clothes~!” He cruelly sang, slipping his tie off with ease as Chuuya’s ears flushed red. What was he even thinking!?

It came to him all too late when Dazai grabbed at his wrists.

He could hardly protest through his laughter, Dazai’s one hand skillful enough to keep him giggling his breath away, unable to wrap his lips around coherent words as his other hand worked to tie his wrist together, right above his head, and tied to arm of the couch, the couch arm which had the same design as a fucking chair.

Fuck furniture designs!

“Nahahahaha!! Dazahahahahai, I’ll k-kihihill you!” Chuuya shrieked, trying fruitlessly at tugging the fabric, which didn’t even budge because of course Dazai had to be good at one-handing tight knots.

“But Chibi! You can’t even touch me at this point. If anything, I’m the one touchy touching youuu~!” If Chuuya had any remaining dignity in him, it was probably gone at that moment.

Oh, also the fact that Dazai ducked his hands under his shirt.

Fuck-

Chuuya practically screamed curses, body vibrating as he choked on screeching laughter, squirming amped up by the ten powers.

“Ohohoho? Someone’s got a ticklish tummy? Aaw, how adorable! Grabbin’ that little tum tum o’ yours, my little doggy~!”

Oh this was humiliating, oh why the hell was he laughing more at those stupid, embarrassing words!?!? Nope nope nope, pride gone, he’s lost everything, this is it for him.

“PLEAHAHAHAHA!! NAHAHAHAHAHA, I CAAAHAHAHAN’T-” Dazai just seemed even more spurred on by Chuuya’s screams-turned-pleas, making stupid kissy noises that one would to a dog. “C’mon puppy! I thought dogs loved tummy rubs?”

He doesn’t wanna know anymore! He knows enough now! Holy shit it’s so much!?

“IHIHIT’S SO BAHAHAD!!! I DOHOHOHON’T WANNA KNOHOW ANYMOHOHOHORE!!!” Dazai laughed at that, his grin of playful maliciousness sending an arrow straight through his heart, the sparkling in his eyes as he watched Chuuya turn to a laughing, begging mess underneath had the smaller shivering, blushing so deeply for a whole other reason.

Dazai’s full attention was on him, poking and pinching and prodding the places that had Chuuya screaming, dipping his finger so indecently into his belly button that caused an embarrassingly high snort to break loose, sweet lips smiling with such cruelty in them.

It made Chuuya’s heart beat at rabbiting speeds, seeing that much genuine emotion.

“Ohohoho, I’m gonna tickle you until you cry, Chibi~!”

Oh God. Oh no. This was the end of him. He wasn’t getting out of this alive-

Chuuya’s head flung so far back he feared he might break his neck, his face hurt just from smiling so much, for so long. Yet the poor teen could do nothing more than take what he had coming for him. He made his own bed, now he has to lay in it.

Because now Dazai was after his tummy and his waist. And that was just too cruel.

The tears came quicker than either of them thought, not that Chuuya even knew he could cry from this, but here he was, tears streaming down his face this way and that because he just couldn’t stop shaking his head.

But oddly enough, no matter how embarrassing this is, Chuuya never truly begged for him to stop. He didn’t even know what he was begging for, repeating mantras of Not there! and Please no! and more and more and more.

And Dazai just seemed to be having too much fun with the advantage he has over Chuuya, even going as far as to nuzzle his face into Chuuya’s neck, and that fluffy brown hair that didn’t usually affect him just seemed so ticklish now.

After that though, Dazai seemed to finally find Chuuya’s limit.

As Chuuya had found it too.

His laughter fell silent after a while, only the remaining snorts and sharp breaths indicating that he was still laughing up a gut. Dazai finally slowed down his touches, much to Chuuya undying relief once he pulled away.

The boy gasped for air desperately, coughing a bit as Dazai giggled at him, seeming wholly satisfied.

“Gosh! That’s quite the stress reliever, don’t you think, Chibi?” Chuuya couldn’t even retort to that, mind feeling floaty as he greedily consumed the air his lungs could give him. Dazai slid off his thighs, and the other curled up into as much of a ball as he could, with the tie still secure around his wrists.

From face to chest, he was flushed an embarrassing red, closing his eyes as the tears began to slow down, still stubbornly clinging to his cheeks and face as he felt the fabric being shuffled about.

Once it fell gracelessly from his wrists, he brought them quickly down to his body, something in him instinctively rubbing at the still electrifying tingly parts where Dazai’s stupid fishy hands got to him, beginning to numb those unforgiving sensations from his skin.

Thank God it’s over! He actually thought he might die there…

“Goodness, Chuuya! You look so worn out! What happened, we haven’t even gone on that mission yet?”

The absolutely appalled expression that framed Chuuya’s face as he stared back at Dazai had the other cracking a smile.

“What? What’s wrong? Hey, hey, hey, what’s wrong, huh? C’mon chibi, you can tell your reliable partner! I promise I won’t tickle you again-” The boy says, as he reaches to tickle him again.

Safe to say, Chuuya stayed on the ceiling that day.

#HBWriting #bsd tickle fic #bsd anime #Lee!Chuuya #Ler!Dazai #sokouku #poor chuuya #Dazai why you gotta be so cruel- #bsd #bungou stray dogs tickling

[tapocheeek]

#bsd tickle #bungou stray dogs tickling #bungou stray dogs #Bungo stray dogs tickle

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[nataliewritez]

Late Night Sorrows || BSD Tk Fic

A/N: This is, once again, a late birthday gift for my wonderful friend and little brother figure, @stopiteatpopcorn !! I hope you enjoy, friend!

Summary: Your day hasn't been the best, everything that couldn't go wrong quite literally took a turn, luckily your best friend noticed this.

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You came home mopey, you were soaking yet, frustrated and just overall hated everything at this very moment. You immediately got into the shower and relaxed as the warm water dropped against your tense flesh.

As you came out, you immediately went to your bed, passing by a worried roommate as he, Mushitaro, approached you. The two of you were close, some would even mistake you as even closer, but you both just remained very close friend's, and as he walked in and noticed how upset you looked, he sighed and placed a weighted blanket over you, making you smile for a quick moment before going back to pouting.

"Y/N.." Mushitaro sighs, a hand coming up to rub against your lower back, soothing you as you leaned into his touch, now cuddling right against him, as tears fell onto his perfect pyjamas. Ususally he would complain that you were dirtying up his clothes, but seeing how sad you were, he allowed it to happen just this once. "C'mon, tell me.. What happened?" He reassures you with a soft smile, as you smile back sadly.

You continue to mope as you choke out what had been happening, and he felt even more pity for you. "Alright, shut it." He huffed, you knew he didn't mean it in a bad way, and it made you giggle, which made him smile in return. "We don't need you to become more sad, huh? That's no way to treat a birthday boy/girl." He pouted mockingly, as you playfully swat at him, as he gasps playfully.

"I'm offended! Hitting your number one best friend like they're a monster!?" He placed the back of his hand against his forehead, before a grin took place. "And I know a certain monster that just might be able to put a smile on your face, actually."

You pale, as you quickly hid under the weighted blanket, as he laughed out boisterously, energy filling him, as he gently wiggled your body from under the weighted blanket. "The tickle monster needs you out! He wants to see you smile~" He chuckled, poking over the back that curled under the blanket defensively, making you smile, giggles spilling as he went for your side's. "You're breaking!~" He cooed, as he then flopped against you, making you groan.

"Get off you big boulder!" You playfully retort, giggles spilling faster as he gasped, "I'm not fat, you big bully! Guess the tickle monster will have to teach you a lesson!"

He quickly turned you on your back and lays you in his lap, hands darting towards your tummy as you wail out in hysterics. Gaffaws that mimicked a crow making him snort and laugh along with you. "Give in, Y/N! You can't live for long~" He grinned, finger's darting all over your tummy, even poking your navel at random, as you kept thrashing.

"I GIHIVE! I GIHIHIVE!" You submit, as he hummed. "What!? I can't hear you over all this noise!" He said, laughing as you let out a whine. "YOU WIHIHIN! I'M SOHOHORRY!" You cackle, and at last, he stopped.

He gets up and comes back with some water, he even buries you in plushies that you owned, as you smile, the two of you hugging as you calmed from your giggle high.

"Thank you, Mushi."

"Of course, Y/N, anything for my birthday boy/girl." He wrapped the blanket around you two, as you both fall asleep a bit too quickly.

#sfw tickle community #sfw tk community #tk community #sfw tk blog #tickle content #tickle fluff #tickle fic #tk fic #bsd tickle #bsd tickling #bsd tickles #bungou stray dogs tickles #bungou stray dogs tickle #bungou stray dogs tickling #lee!reader #ticklish!reader #ler!mushitaro #ticklish!mushitaro

[stopiteatpopcorn]

RANDO!!! I SAW YOURE TAKING REQUESTS SO HERE I AM

May I humbly request comfort tks with ler Mushitaro? Today has been ROUGH. Feel free to decline and take your time. Love you~ 💖

BRINGING BACK YOUR SMILE

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Fandom: Bungo Stray Dogs

Characters: Ler!Mushitarō x Lee!Reader (Romantic)

⚠️THIS IS A TICKLE FIC SO IF YOU DON’T WANNA SEE THAT, YOU HAVE BEEN RANDO WARNED⚠️

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Today was not your day, and you felt terrible about it all. So here you were, cooped up under your blankets, trying to keep yourself together. You lay there for a while, before going to text your boyfriend. He’d been out all day, but you needed his comfort now. Though he’d never admit it in front of others, Mushitarō had a soft spot for you so you knew he’d answer right away. You slowly pulled your phone from the coffee table at your bedside and typed. But you stopped for a moment. What if he was busy? Or what if his phone was dead? Or worse, what if he stopped caring? Your negative thoughts were clouding, but as if on cue, Mushitarō had returned home and was calling out your name. When you didn’t answer he eventually walked into the room. “Darling? There you are- How was your day?” You didn’t answer, simply further covered yourself in the blankets. He looked at you with slight worry in his eyes. “Hey…Is everything alright..?” He asked you, sitting beside you and slowly pulling the blankets back down from your face.

“Well…Everything’s been so stressful recently and just…I don’t know- don’t worry about it…” You said. He couldn’t bear to see you so down in the dumps, you were his partner after all. He was quick to cup your face in his hands, looking at you with a caring smile as he caressed your cheek with his thumb.

“But I do worry for you…You don’t have to hide your feelings from me. So please, let me listen. I’m sure it would help to get it off your chest..” He says comfortingly, opening his arms, waiting to see if you’d accept a hug. You were quick to lean into his arms, hugging him tightly. He wrapped his arms around you as tears began to fall down your cheeks.

“I- I’m sorry- I just- So much is going on…” You sobbed quietly. He simply held you close, running his fingers through your hair comfortingly.

“It’s okay…Let it all out…Don’t be sorry for feeling like this…” He whispered, letting you cry into his shoulder. It was times like this that he didn’t mind his perfect suit getting dirty or damp. Heck- He’d be happy to stay like this for hours even. “We can stay like this as long as you like. Though I won’t force you to talk…” He reassured you comfortingly. You stayed like this for a while and eventually, you began to calm down, sniffling silently, before explaining everything.

“So…That’s it…It’s just, a lot to take at once I guess…” You choked out through quieter sobs. He was quick to wipe away your extra tears, and now he looked even more worried, but he tried to keep the feeling down at least a little, after all, he didn’t wanna make you feel like a burden. He was your boyfriend, and you were his partner in crime, he’d do anything to keep you smiling. He let out a deep sigh, before nodding along.

“Oh my- That is indeed a lot…I’m so sorry that all this has happened. Is there anything I could do for you, to at least provide more comfort? You know I hate to see you so blue…” He asked softly, now that you had let your feelings out, you were beginning to think straight again. You knew what you needed, but it was embarrassing to ask for it! Wanting tickles? Sure, a nice shameless thing, but asking? A whole other story- even though he knew about it, and even so that he’d be happy to indulge you. But you just couldn’t do it, the words caught in your throat. However you did still opt to poke his side, trying to provoke him. “H-Hehey-!” He yelps in surprise as you do so, before realizing what you were hinting at, a soft yet playful smile on his face. ‘Oh~ So that’s what they want, hmmm?’ He thought to himself, deciding to be a little playful with it, as he slowly began to bring his hands to your sides, making you shiver with anticipation.

“Now dear, that was quite uncalled for, a little unfair even~ But, I think someone could use a little laughter now, especially after letting out all that sad air…And that person isn’t me~” He teased quietly, and you couldn’t help the blush that rose to your cheeks, burying your face into his chest. “You know who else in in the room though? You~” He concluded in a sing song voice, making you blush even further. He began to trace his manicured nails over your sides softly, enough to tickle, but not too overwhelming. You could feel the giggles that began to bubble in your throat as you pursed your lips together to try keep them in. But he knew you’d crack eventually. Thankfully this time, he wasn’t aiming to turn you into a heap of cackles and squeals, keeping it light. He knew how much you enjoyed this, and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t happy to indulge you.

“M-Mushitaha-!” You protested half heartedly, accidentally letting out a giggle when he hit a sensitive spot on your waist. He was quick to notice this, as he continued the light traces there, making more steady giggles pour out through your lips.

“Yes, my love~? What is it?” He asked, as if he wasn’t doing anything at all. You groaned through your giggling, but it was clear you weren’t really mad, just flustered. And you both knew it all too well!

“Youhuhehe- Ihit tihihickles-!” You giggled softly into his shoulder, but you showed no signs nor efforts of wanting it to stop. He smiled at this, glad that you were enjoying yourself.

“Well, I sure hope it does, that is the point is it not~?” He asked with mock innocence, before scribbling across your back and ribs lightly, while a squeak and even more giggles burst out from your lips once more.

“Hehehey-! Nahahaha-“ You giggled half hearted protests, tightening your grip on him to prevent yourself from stopping his hands and lost in happy giggles as he continued. He eventually switched to tracing shapes into your sides lightly, your giggles beginning to steady again. But he’d switch up continuously, going from your sides, to your stomach, then to your ribs and repeat, before suddenly scribbling across your back and neck. This made you unable to get used to the feelings, which somehow made them even more ticklish! How unfair!…..Is what you would say if you weren’t giggling your cares away freely.

“Awwww, your smile is such a precious sight~! I’m truly lucky to have someone like you in my life you know?” He complimented, as he eventually began to slow his fingers to a stop, resting his hands at your sides. “And I mean that, so don’t forget it.” He reassured, placing a soft kiss atop your head and pulling you in for a hug.

“I won’t…Thank you love..” You whispered, a content smile on your face. He nodded in acknowledgment, and for a moment, you both sat in silence, before he got up, getting you some warm tea, sitting beside you. The rest of the night was spent with the two of you in eachothers arms, and you couldn’t shake the warmth in your heart when you were together. Sure, he could be stubborn or annoying at times, and he’d most likely say the same for you on rare occasions. But who cares, neither of you would have it any other way.

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A/N: Hi Sakura! I’m so sorry this took so long I’ve been kinda busy, and I’m sorry if it’s a little short, as I wanted to try get this to you as quick as I could when I had the chance! But, I hope this helps at least a little, and I hope you’re doing okay currently! Just like Mushitarō wants for you, don’t forget to smile! And take a hug too!

#rando writes #lee!reader #Ler!Mushitaro #bsd tickle #bsd tickling #bungou stray dogs tickling #bsd tickle fic #tickle fluff #tickle fic

[rachi-roo]

hey rach same anon who was too shy to rb the first lee fyodor fic lmao

if I may request a part three? fyodazai playing board games (for SOME godforsaken reason) and dazai accuses fyodor of 'cheating'...punishments ensue heh

love your work <3

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Bungo Stray Dogs: Rules are Rules

You guys really love making this guy squirm, huh? Can't say I blame you XD After the recent, ahem, events, in the show, I took this opportunity to be incredibly cruel to Fyodor. He needs to be taught a dam lesson! 😭

Thank you both for the request and the opportunity to serve some justice to this asshole rat!

Summary: Fyodor is caught cheating at Monopoly by Dazai. Justice is served.

Lee!Fyodor, Ler!Dazai

Tw: Cruel tiggles, foot tiggles

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"You owe me 250."

"Huh?" Dazai looked up from his glass as Fyodor spoke, realising his Monopoly car had landed on one of Fyodors' properties.

"250? But you didn't have any hotels on there a moment ago." The bandaged brunette queried, tilting his head.

Fyodor scoffed, shifting in his seat. The two were hanging out at a secluded little motel for the night, sitting on the carpet with several different board games surrounding them to keep them entertained.

"I've had a hotel there for several rounds now."

"No, you haven't. You put that there when I went to get the drinks!"

"Oh really?" Fyodor eyed Dazais dwindling pile of Monopoly money. "Or, perhaps you are just poor?"

"Poor!?" A handful of money was snatched up.

"I'm not poor. You're just cheating..." Dazai grumbled, angrily counting the 250, looking at the notes before he noticed Fyodor smirking.

"You did cheat!"

Fyodor held his hands up in defeat. "Such is life. Corrupt governments are always stealing from the poor to line their own pockets. I've been cheating for several rounds now. Pay up, Krest'yanin."

Obviously, this was completely against the rules. But this was how their minds worked. Unfair schemes to form each others demise. However, Dazai wasn't one to go down so easily. For his last 250 Monopoly bucks, he had to fight!

"And the people always rise up to topple the patriarchy!" He grinned, tossing his notes aside and pouncing across the board at Fyodor.

"Shit!" Fyodor dove out of the way, scrambling to his feet and darting to the bathroom, locking the door behind him. Dazai could be heard chuckling from outside.

"Fyoooodor~ Open up~"

"Absolutely not!"

"Nawww, what's the matter, Fyodor? Are you worried I'm going to do something?" Dazai tapped his nails up and down the wood of the door, the sound sending a shiver down Fyodors spine. Those fingers and nails were deadly tools of his.

"Go awahay!" He chuckled nervously as he huddled down by the bathroom sink, covering his ears to try drown out the sound of Dazais teasy tone through the door.

"Open the door, Ratty~ I pwomise I'll just tickle you a wittle.~"

"La! La! La! I can't hear you!"

"I said-"

With a click, the door unlocked from the outside. Dazai stepped in with a menacing grin.

"I'll only tickle you a little~"

In a panic, Fyodor tried shuffling back further under the sink,his hands outstretched ready to defend himself.

"Wai-wai-wait! Wait! I-I'm sorry! I'm sorry, Dazai! Noho!"

Dazai advanced on the quivering rat under the sink, snatching his ankle up and starting to drag him from the room. Fyodor grabbed at the doorframe, desperately trying to scramble to freedom.

"You really are a silly thing, aren't you, rat boy?" Dazai sighed, shaking his head with a smirk as he started dragging his nails briefly over his captives socked foot.

"AH! Nohoho! S-Stohop that!" Fyodor squeaked, instinctively letting go of the door to try protect his foot, Dazai took the chance to pull him back to the lounge, where he then flipped him onto his front, sitting on his ankles.

"Dazai! NO! RH- Get off!" Fyodor fussed, trying to grab at Dazais shirt and pull him off, but he was smaller in weight and strength, no match for Dazai and his big shoulders.

Not the feet.

"Let's see if I remember the song~"

"Please, no! I'm sorry! I-I won't cheat again!"

"Round and round the garden~" Dazai cooed, slowly tracing his nails in circles on Fyodors heels, grinning as he watched the trapped feet squirm and try to cover one another in turn.

"No! Wahait! Y-You- Shihit! Dazai! Cut it ohout!"

"Like a Teddy bear~ One step... Twoooo steps~" He paused, stilling his fingers, making Fyodors heart rush with anticipation anxiety as he giggled like a mad man.

"No, no, no, noooo-!"

"Tickle you under there~!" For the song finale, Dazai suddenly scribbled under Fyodors' toes, knowing exactly the spot to make him squeal.

"KYAHAAAA! AhahaAhahaAh! N-Noho! Damn it! Dahahazai! St- Aha! Not thEHERE! Mercy!" He gasped and wriggled, his toes curling up defensively. He tried curling in on himself, his backside pushing on Dazais back as the other meticulously scratched at the soft 'pads' of the rats paws.

"You had this coming, Ratty~ It's almost as if you wanted me to tickle these cute little tootsies of yours~ Tickle, tickle, tickle~ Oh! Here you go, don't want to disturb the neighbours~" Dazai teased, playfully tossing a couch pillow over his head, landing it on Fyodors with a flump.

"AHAHAHA! Stahahap! P-Plehase! Eeehehehe! Nehehet! NET! NEEEHAHA-!" The giggling Russian snatched the pillow, immediately digging his fingers into it, squeezing it with all his might as he laughed loudly.

"Oho nooo! NOOHohooo... Hah... Ah..." He panted, feeling the torturous tickling halt for a moment, giving him a second to catch his breath. He peered over his shoulder at Dazais back, wondering why he was so quiet.

"D-Dazai?... What're you-?!" He gasped, immediately trying to escape again as Dazai simply held up a tool of mass destruction. One capable of ending any man's life in moments.

A hairbrush...

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Okh blin! Zhdat'! Dazai, pozhaluysta, ne nado!" In his struggle, he switched to his native tongue, it was like a panic reflex. His hands scrambled to grab anything they could, even attempting to hit Dazai with the pillow.

"I know, I know, you're far too ticklish for this. But it's time for you to atone for your crimes, Fyooodoooor~" Dazai cooed, pulling the socks from Fyodors feet, tossing them aside.

"Reeeeeady~"?

"NO!"

"Here we gooo~ Tickle, tickle, tickle!"

"AH-!" Fyodors' body tensed up, a sharp gasp leaving his throat as his laughter instantly went silent, feeling each of the rounded prongs of the hairbrush dancing over his exposed soles.

"... Gasp- AHAHAHAAAAaaah-! Snort- ahahAHAAAA! AAHA! N-AHAAHA! HAHAAaaa-! Gaaasp- STAHAHAAAA-" His laughter was loud and erratic, filled with moments of silence, followed by a snort or gasp as he shook his head.

Dazai chuckled, feeling Fyodors squirming ankles beneath his backside as he kept them pimned. "So loud, Fyodor. What's wrong? Does it tickle too much? Hm... Which foot is more ticklish? Right-"

"GYAHAHAAA-!"

"Oooor, left?"

"AHAHAAA-! snort- NAAAA!"

"Oooh, interesting. Indecisive results. I need more data~" The tickling intensified as Dazai magically found a second brush, one for each wriggling rat paw.

Fyodor buried his face into the pillow he was hugging, screaming bloody murder into it as his tears of laughter wet the fabric. His rosy red cheeks hidden from sight as his muffled laughter rang out. Much to Dazai's delight.

"You okay there, 'ickle tiggly wat? You're being veeery squirmy. I know! I'll just tickle you until you stop squirming! That'll fix it~"

"MMMMMHMHMHMMMM-!"

"I knew you'd agree. Great minds think alike~"

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This torturous game went on forever until Dazai finally freed Fyodor. Wrapping him in a blanket cocoon and letting him rest on the couch as he fed him water, holding the glass as the tired rat sipped it through a straw.

"Haha... You look like a tomato." Dazai teased, looking at how red Fyodors face was. The other just gave Dazai a glare, pulling his blanket over his head like a hood, tucking his feet further into the blanket for safety.

"Hey, rules are rules. You can't always cheat, you know. How about, next time you can pick the game?" The brunette smiled encouragingly.

Fyodor raised a brow, taking another sip of his water before grinning. "I think I know just the game for you..."

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Thank you for reading! Much love! 😚

#rachi roo #bsd #bungou stray dogs #dazai osamu #osamu dazai #ler!dazai #fyodor dostoevsky #lee!Fyodor #bsd dazai #bsd fyodor #bsd tickle #sfw tickling community #sfw tickles #feet tickles #mean tickles #bungo stray dogs #tw feet tickles #feet tickling

[pink-tk-a-latte]

Day in the Life of the Nakajima Household

Aka Atsushi’s tiny dorm at the ADA that he is forced to share with 3 murderous individuals.

Tickle fic!! Lee!Atsushi, Lers!Lucy, Kyouka, and Akutagawa + a little Ler!Atsushi, Lee!Lucy (romantic Akuatsulucy and platonic Kyouka addition)

It’s the orphan poly + fellow orphan Kyouka!!!! ❤️🤍🖤💙 I wrote this a while ago so it’s all in present tense LOL. When I first had the idea, I was hesitant, but then I started actually watching the BSD anime and got to know all their characters better so here it is!! They make me SO EMOTIONAL

Also bonus mini HCs at the end!!!!!!!!!

(Ignore the cringey ahh emoticons LMAO it’s just that all of them are so creature-coded)

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Atsushi’s dorm at the Agency is certainly not made to house four people. It’s hardly big enough for two. Kunikida looks one noise complaint away from bursting a vein in his forehead, but, well, nothing has ever gone to plan as long as Atsushi’s involved.

Despite their statuses as Port Mafia operative and former Guild disciple, Lucy and Akutagawa come over so often that Atsushi’s colleagues hardly bat an eye. The two have even taken to calling it “their place,” which Atsushi thinks is kinda unfair — both for his living situation and his heart.

It’s a peaceful kind of day today. Kyouka’s inside journaling, Aku’s at the store — because he has the most stable paycheck — getting groceries, and Atsushi and Lucy are outside, watering the plants around the building.

“Someday you should get us a garden,” Lucy says while she sprinkles water over the tiny blossoming daisies. “So we can take care of our own plants instead of these ugly trees.”

Atsushi sends her a playful glare from where he’s watering said trees with a hose, smiling. “Do I have to do everything in this relationship? My pockets are crying thanks to you guys.”

Lucy scoffs. “Shut up, you! I give you discounts at the cafe all the time. I put my life on the line for you.” She tosses her hair and places a hand on her chest, and Atsushi holds back a laugh.

Maybe it’s his apprenticeship under Dazai, but Atsushi feels a bit mischievous today. In a move that he’ll probably regret later, he lifts the hose and rains fire over his life partner.

Gasping and spluttering, Lucy throws up her hands to block the spray. Her sundress soaks through and her braids quickly start to droop. She turns a murderous gaze on Atsushi through dark, sticky bangs, and he feels sweat run down his back.

“Atsushi Nakajima, you’re dead!” He spots a certain intensity in Lucy’s turquoise eyes.

Uh oh. He knows what that means.

Atsushi yelps and drops the hose, not even bothering to switch it off before he sprints. He employs his tiger strength, probably cheating, but Lucy could easily drag him away from reality and into Anne’s Room if she wants. Noticeably, she doesn’t, probably to drag out the anticipation. But she will have him. Atsushi is sure.

He races into the building and up the stairs. He doesn’t trust the elevator, but he has hope of escape if he continues on foot. In a blur, he spots his apartment number and pushes through the door, thankfully unlocked. Atsushi lunges for the closet, throws open the door and slams it shut behind him. He’s been on so many stealth missions; Atsushi knows how to be quiet. But he’s giddy from the chase and can barely restrain the frantic giggling he breathes out.

“Where are you, my cute little kitty? Come out, let’s play~!” He hears with his heightened senses. A shiver runs up his spine even while his face feels like an oven. He needs to remember that Lucy worked for the Guild, and their first meeting was a gamble for his and his coworkers’ lives. “Isn’t this a fun game! But you can’t hide forever.”

He really can’t, because there’s only so many places he can hide in his tiny apartment. He wonders what his chances are of getting out the closet and jumping through the window without Lucy noticing.

Just as he thinks this, though, the door flies open.

“Found you!” A grin full of metal shines through the darkness, and Atsushi screams. He tries to leap past her, but the wind is knocked out of his lungs as she tackles him onto his futon. Where did she get this strength from? Yet he doesn’t match her force with his own, mostly because, now that he’s caught, he’s found he doesn’t want to be free.

“Such a bad kitty,” she pulls him onto her lap with her elbows under his arms, and Atsushi feels her wet clothes press against his back. His ears are already pounding, hot. “I’ll show you what happens when you go up against Lucy Maud Montgomery!”

Suddenly there are fingers pressing into his sides. Atsushi yells out a panicked laugh. “A- Ahahaha! Luhuhucyhehehe I’m sorryhehehe!”

She huffs. “Well, you should’ve thought about that before you drenched me!”

This is just the consequences of his actions, isn’t it? Her nails tease under his shirt and he throws his head back. “Stahahahap! Stop Ihi yeheheheild! Lucyehehehe!”

She toes the line between unbearable and gentle. The feeling runs through Atsushi’s every nerve, frying his brain until he can’t do anything but kick and flail around on his sheets. Lucy holds him firmly, a satisfied smile on her face that he can’t see.

She is doing this for revenge, but gosh is Atsushi cute. His cheeks are full and red, his fangs peeking out from under his lip. His giggles are nervous and flighty but ingenuous, the purest kind of happiness. Warmth runs through her face without permission; she really wishes she didn’t have such an embarrassing ailment.

When Lucy digs her fingers into his ribs and Atsushi squeals loud enough to echo off the walls, Kyouka pokes her head in from the other room.

“Oh, are we getting Atsushi?” she asks with a small blink. Lucy grins and Atsushi pleads.

“Ky- Kyouka plehehease! Hehehelp! I’m gonnahahaha dahahahie!”

“We are indeed, Kyouka! And he deserves it. I’m sure he would love if you assisted me.”

Kyouka’s expression doesn’t change, but her eyes twinkle. She strides over and seats herself on top of Atsushi’s legs. He cracks open his eyes to give his little sister a look of betrayal.

“Kyouka! Youhaha’re supposed to help mehehehe!”

“No thanks,” she says blankly, before drilling into his hips with an assassin’s precision.

“KYOUHOHOKAHAHAHA!” Even Lucy is a little terrified by the focus in Kyouka’s eyes, as if she were performing a surgery. But mostly she’s just pleased. She takes her hands off Atsushi’s ribs to clap, then repositions them in his underarms.

“YOUHOUHAHA GUHUhuys are soho MEHEHEHEAN!”

“This is discipline,” Kyouka states very seriously, and Lucy too laughs at that. Kyouka reaches forward and pokes Atsushi’s cheek. “You’re so squishy. Like a bunny. Squish.”

Atsushi turns pink; Lucy really wishes that didn’t make her flustered. “He is, isn’t he?” She pokes his other cheek. “Just as a tabby cat should be.”

Then Lucy worms her fingers into his neck and he scrunches up. “EHEHEHEE nohohoHO!”

While Lucy’s methods are soft in an evil way, Kyouka attacks with honed, concentrated energy, deadly in her efficiency. And with both of them on opposite ends of his body, Atsushi has no room left for thought.

And then the front door shuts with a bang.

Perhaps Akutagawa is too aggressive with his actions, and he squints apologetically at the door he slammed. Setting down the grocery bags on the counter, he winces at the ruckus in the apartment. Is that the Jinko’s screaming?

He walks into the main room to find what he’d expected to see: Atsushi pinned to the floor with Kyouka and Lucy dissecting him.

“This is just like you, Jinko,” he scoffs with a note of fondness, squatting beside the squirming, laughing Atsushi. “You’re not even fighting back.”

“RYUHUHAHA dohohon’t!” Atsushi shakes his head, his face a deep pink and his eyes crinkled shut. His smile is just as blinding as the light of the sun. Gross, Akutagawa thinks with a mini smile.

“Akutagawa.” Kyouka turns to him with that river-like gaze, clear but acute. “Join us.” Lucy cackles.

He smirks. “If that is what I must do.”

Though she calls out to Ryuunosuke now, Kyouka hasn’t forgotten how his words kept dragging her down as she swam desperately toward the light. But then he said he was proud of her. Plus, well, he’s involved with Atsushi. Kyouka’s grown to trust him, at least as long as Atsushi’s around. The same goes for Lucy, who Kyouka resented at first for endangering Atsushi, and for her harsh personality that pushes everyone away. That was before though, before she learned that Lucy is genuinely kind, only a girl at heart, and she’s really fun to talk to, and hug, and go shopping for plushies and clothes and crêpes with.

Kyouka would defend Atsushi’s happiness with the blade of a katana and the might of a demon. Because he’s the one who saved her, because he’s her older brother. He has a way of bringing out the light in those with the blackest of blood. Though he’s made many enemies, he has twice as many friends, Lucy and Aku included. She’s never been more sure that they care for Atsushi than now, engaging in something so purely affectionate. That’s why Kyouka pitches in, because her heart is full to the limit.

Speaking of which, Atsushi seems to be reaching his limit.

“RYUHAHAHAHA! LUHUCYEHEAHAHAE! KYOUHAHAKAHAHA! STAHAHAHAHAP!”

Akutagawa is rough and awkward as he claws at the center of Atsushi’s abdomen. Even Rashoumon is crawling up and down his sides. Still sitting on his legs, Kyouka is moments away from flying off, and it’s only through sheer determination that she remains in place. Lucy has slowed her assault out of pity (because she is soft for this man and terrible at hiding it), slowly dragging her fingers across Atsushi’s jaw. Kyouka copies her: Akutagawa really is ruthless. Atsushi’s floundering and screaming is amusing though, and she can’t hold back the soft giggles escaping from her own chest. Though his laughter is desperate and embarrassed, it’s also bright and overwhelmed with love.

“You should learn to take this, weretiger. If you wish to help people, endurance and inspiration of the soul are necessary skills to have.”

Which is basically fancy talk for: Your joy could cure the world’s suffering and you should show it more often.

“LIHIHIHIKE you wouhAHALD KNOHOHOW! AHAHAHA wahahaHAIT!”

“How foolish of you to sass me in your position.”

Atsushi’s chest barely gets the chance to rise and fall before another laugh is forced out. He probably needs a breather. Lucy, despite being the one to start this, is also the first to end it.

“Now now, Aku. Give him a break. We were at this for a while before you came.”

Akutagawa hums, but he retracts his hand and his ability. Lucy and Kyouka let up, and Kyouka removes herself from Atsushi’s legs. Finally free, Atsushi collapses into Lucy’s lap with an inhale that could rival a tornado. He tries to regulate his breathing with giggles interrupting, and he buries his face against Lucy’s thigh, turning to his original assailant for comfort. Lucy blushes even redder than Atsushi himself had because his tiny exhausted closed-eye smile is the cutest thing she’s ever seen, but settles her hand on his back for a massage.

“You hahall… ahawful,” he titters. “Lucy, I’m sohorry for hosing you.”

Kyouka appears beside Lucy and pats Atsushi’s head. Lucy sighs as if she’d just been hit with the force of all the love in the world. “I suppose I can forgive you. I’m a little less soaked now, thanks for asking.”

“Sorry, sorry.” His chuckles turn to sleepy mumbles. “That’s good, though. I’m glad.”

“Quit apologizing.” Lucy covers her face with her equally red hair and turns away. “You’re such a sap.”

“Far too soft,” Akutagawa adds, leaning down to press a kiss to Atsushi’s upright cheek. Kyouka moves her hand so Lucy can kiss the cat’s head too, instead throwing her legs over him and leaning on Lucy’s shoulder. Akutagawa is a clumsy distance from the cuddle pile, hunched over Atsushi, so the tiger throws an arm around his other life partner’s shoulders and drags him down to rest on his back, maneuvering himself so he’s on his stomach, chin on Lucy’s lap. She runs her fingers through choppy white hair and shifts one leg to lay on Akutagawa’s arm and establish a point of contact with everyone. She laughs quietly as she looks over their entangled position, like some kind of Tetris puzzle.

And then she starts laughing for a very different reason.

“ATSUSHIHIHEHEHEE!”

Kyouka flinches as Lucy’s shoulder jolts her off and blinks rapidly. Then she catches sight of Lucy’s hysterical expression and wide open mouth, someone’s fingers scribbling up her sides, and understands. Screeching, Lucy kicks and shoves at the boy in her lap, the culprit, and realizes that with all the bodies piled on top of her, there is no escape.

Atsushi, the ever perseverant hero he is, grins up at her with teeth white as an angel but pointy as a beast. “Revenge.”

And this is what happens when you go up against Nakajima Atsushi.

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Ryu may have the most money but he has near-zero social capabilities. They all lack people skills actually, but Aku lost the last video game tournament. So he’s doing the grocery shopping.

Also they love each other <3

I don’t know why I got so emotional with Kyouka’s POV but it’s probably because I adore her to the ends of the earth. Two paragraphs of just Kyouka reflection bc I think she’s the type to start daydreaming in the middle of an attack.

Relationship HCs:

Atsushi and Lucy — like lonely little children in love, so desperately it hurts

Atsushi and Akutagawa — It’s Complicated™️ (it isn’t)

Akutagawa and Kyouka — it is actually complicated, but they’re getting there

Kyouka and Atsushi — the purest form of connection, siblings <3

Kyouka and Lucy — sisters who give each other the freedom to just be girls

Lucy and Akutagawa — from strangers to not so much so, united by their love for one special tiger (they’re still getting used to each other)

This is a long-ahh footnote I’m sorry

#py is turning pink #tickle #tickle fic #bsd #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #bsd tickle #akuatsulucy #atsulucy #shin soukoku #lee!atsushi #ler!lucy #ler!akutagawa #ler!kyouka