#ler!poe

[ticklish-n-stuff]

Cure for writer's block

So uhh have a rare pair cause I love them and my fingers slipped and I wrote this

But fr DaiChuRanPoe am I rite????

I'm done with college for like... 2 weeks until I start summer class lol. Am struggling myself with writing and motivation so I'll be p slow

Yea thats ab it, enjoy<3

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Chuuya x Poe (+ Dazai and Ranpo) (romantic)

Lee: Chuuya

Ler: Poe

Warnings: Tickles! Gey!

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Poe let out a frustrated sigh, pen swiveling across his fingers before being carelessly dropped on the desk. This caught Chuuya’s attention. “Something wrong?”

“No, I’m just—”

“Stuck?”

Poe let out a tired sigh “Yeah… My head keeps pulling a blank on this next section”

“Hmm… mind if I take a look?”

“I was hoping to show you once it was done, but if you don’t mind…”

“Not at all! I’m happy to be of service” Chuuya smiled, causing Poe to return one out of gratitude.

Fancy hat made his way over to his lover’s lap and took the manuscript, starting to read what Poe had written so far.

This was the first time Chuuya read one of his drafts. Ranpo has read countless of them, despite the author wanting to write something to finally stump him. Even Dazai has snooped at his work, but not Chuuya. It felt… flustering? His face surely felt warm.

Poe’s anxious thoughts started to scramble in his head over Chuuya’s reaction. What would he think? What would he say? What if he didn’t like it?! He had an arm around the ginger’s middle, his fingers lightly tapping along the other’s waist as a way to release the nervous jitters.

“Hngh—” Chuuya’s breath hitched from the touch. It didn’t go unnoticed by the author, if anything, Poe had a look of amusement on his face.

He let out a quiet chuckle and asked “Ticklish, love?”

“Of course not!” The ginger spat out quickly in a defensive manner, his own cheeks starting to flare up. “Now let me read” he grumbled, returning his attention to the papers at hand.

Poe tried holding back a laugh, instead letting out a snort at the situation at hand. Who would’ve thought that his mafioso of a boyfriend would be adorably sensitive? He leaned towards Chuuya’s neck and started planting soft kisses along the skin, while his hand lightly skittered over the shorter male’s abdomen.

“Pff- Stahahap it!” Chuuya let out an involuntary laugh, squirming around from the ticklish touch.

The author grinned at the sound, now using both hands to attack at the ginger’s tummy and sides as his lips brushed close to his ear. “Didn’t know my writing was that funny~”

“Gohohod! You teheheasy bastard! You’re just as bahahad as that stupid Dahazai!” Chuuya threw his head back against Poe’s chest, all while giggling like a little boy.

“Oh? I’m a teasing bastard now?” Poe gave off a devious smirk. “Should I tell Dazai about how cute and sensitive you are?~” he asked with a teasing tone, his fingertips tracing up and down the ginger’s sides.

“NO!” I’ll kihihill you!” Chuuya tried seeming all serious, but everytime he spoke up, he’d dissolve into a fit of giggles all over again.

“I dunno… you’re gonna have to convince me not to tell him~” Poe’s fingers trailed up until he reached his ribs, giving them a light squeeze.

“EEP!” Chuuya’s body jerked violently, almost flinging off of Poe if it weren’t for his grip. “I’ll doho anything!”.

Normally Chuuya would never give in so easily, but any sense of confidence would go out the window once Dazai was involved. Not that he’d admit to that out loud.

Poe let out a soft hum, pretending to think about it. “Anything, hmm?” Another amused snort escaped him as the ginger nodded his head furiously. “I think I know…~” with that, he gently lifted Chuuya’s arms above his head and dug his wiggly fingers against the exposed skin of his armpits.

“GYAH!!! EDDIEEEEHEHEHEHE!” poor Chuuya shrieked and cackled at the top of his lungs. His face beet red and hair all tussled. Poe was having a blast seeing his hotheaded boyfriend laughing up a storm.

“What a perfect way to wait out writer’s block. You’ve been of much help~” Poe teased, letting out a chuckle of his own as he kept tickling Chuuya to pieces. Despite being shorter, they both know that Chuuya has the strength to escape whenever he wants, but we won’t mention that.

Outside of Poe’s study, there’s a pair of brown and green eyes watching the scene go down. Snickering to themselves as they take pictures and recordings, mainly Dazai as a way to blackmail Chuuya later on, but for now he’ll let the two have their fun.

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The bsd brainrot is p bad. Got stormbringer and first vol of age 15 so maybe more bsd fics?? 👀

#bsd tickle fic #chuuya nakahara #edgar allan poe #lee!chuuya #ler!poe

[mah-t-wordblog]

hello friend!! if it’s ok with you, may i pls ask for some bsd tickle hcs?☺️no pressure ofc! have a great day!

Hi!!!! I already have some hcs here, but only about my favorite characters, if you want someone else, ask me!!!

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This Headcanons is originally in Portuguese, my English is translated using an automatic translator, if there are any big errors you can tell me so I can fix them

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Atsushi Nakajima 🐅🤦‍♂️ 🐅🤦‍♂️ 🐅🤦‍♂️ 🐅🤦‍♂️

50% ler / 50% lee

Ler:

- in general, Atsushi always tries to be a very careful ler

- Apart from Akutagawa, then he really becomes a wild animal

- Making others laugh is Atsushi's only motivation

- The exception is again Akutagawa, who makes Atsushi want to punish him

- He doesn't know how to provoke, he can only do it when he is really inspired

- Favorite Lees: Akutagawa, Dazai and Kyoka

- “I really wanted to see you smile like that!”

Lee:

- His sensitivity level is gigantic, 100/100

- Does not like being attacked very much, will try to escape and fight back

- The fact that he cannot escape from Akutagawa makes him deeply angry

- When his parts are in the shape of a tiger, tickling him will make him purr, which Dazai finds very funny

- The tiger is more sensitive than his human form

- Teasing him makes him much, much more sensitive, as if it increases his sensitivity by 300x

- When someone touches the back of his knees, he screams and squeaks

- Weak points: legs (entirely) and belly

- Are you ticklish? “Huh? Why do you want to know? 😳”

-Teases that get him: “you look like a kitten, weretiger”

Osamu Dazai 💀⚰️ 💀⚰️ 💀⚰️ 💀⚰️ 💀

60% ler / 40% lee

Ler:

- Dazai is pretty radical when it comes to tickling someone

- he provokes too much

- Really more than he should

- He looks like he would say things like “coochie coo~” and such

- He will punish you and won't release you until you cry

- His satisfaction is to see you brooding

- And there's no point using powers on him, he'll be touching you

- Favorite Lees: Atsushi, Akutagawa and Chuuya

- “Oops~ does it tickle?”

Lee:

- feels very ticklish, 90/100

- Teases you to be attacked

- Everyone knows he loves being tortured, right?

- He likes to be arrested and killed

- He will ask you to stop but don't stop, if he really wants you to stop, he will make you stop

- Teases don't work much on him

- He teases back

- But he doesn't like people touching his most sensitive spot, even though it almost makes him die

- Sensitive points: neck

- Are you ticklish? “Yep, like you~”

- Provocations that catch him: “is this how you wanted to die? Tickled?”

Doppo Kunikida 📝⏱️ 📝⏱️ 📝⏱️ 📝⏱️

85% ler / 15% lee

Ler:

- Kunikida is always very irritated, so he always tickles others when he wants them to be quiet

- He's really good at holding his lee and making them suffer

- He always grabs Dazai by the neck and takes the opportunity to make him laugh

- Teases him by saying things like “are you going to apologize? No?"

- Doesn't stop even when his lee is about to cry

- Atsushi has to interfere so he doesn't kill anyone lol

- Favorite Lees: Dazai, always wants to kill him

- “Can you let me work in peace?”

Lee:

- He hates being tickled

- Like, he really hates it

- So the 15% only exists for times Dazai teased him with it

- Or that Aya forced him to do something

- He blushes when Dazai teases him, and gets even angrier

- Oh! And he is a 85/100

- Weak points: hands and armpits

- Are you ticklish? "No! DO NOT TRY"

– Taunts that get him: “Kunikida~ you’re laughing~”

Kenji Miwazawa 🐮💪 🐮💪 🐮💪 🐮💪

20% ler / 80% lee this child is wonderful, Kenji I love you

Ler:

- no one could escape Kenji's tickles, he is simply VERY STRONG

- But he doesn't usually tickle others, luckily for everyone

- He only attacks someone when someone attacks him

- Or when someone is sad

- He even likes to tickle others

- He doesn't know how to provoke, but he knows how to make a lee ashamed

- He does this involuntarily lol

- LOVES giving his lees raspberries

- He tickled his cows 👉👈

- Favorite Lees: I imagine he has a stronger relationship with Tanizaki and Rampo

- “the cows loved it when I did that to them, and you?”

Lee:

- he is extremely sensitive, he is just a child, 100/100

- The only reason others tickle him is to see his cute smile

- And the bubbly laughter

- In fact, also to calm him down when he is very euphoric

- When he feels tickled his strength runs out and he is completely destroyed hahahaha

- He loves and admits with all praise

- He even asked Atsushi to tickle him

- His laugh is warm and very loud

- Loves raspberries, receive them too

- Weak points: belly

- Are you ticklish? "Clear! And you?"

- Provocations that get him: “didn’t they teach you how we do things here in your village?”

Edogawa Rampo 👓🍭👓🍭👓🍭👓🍭👓

60% ler / 40% lee

Ler:

- Rampo LOVES tickling people out of nowhere

- His childish spirit makes everything tickle

- Did you insult him? Tickling

- You are sad? Tickling

- Did you steal his chocolates? Oh

- This is a more serious case, where he completely kills him lee, don't do that

- Rampo always goes to the end and doesn't even care if his Lee is dying

- But he's sweet and he'll let you go if you apologize

- Fights with Kenji~~~~

- He loves how cute Poe is when he laughs, so he tickles him for no reason

- Favorite Lees: Poe, and anyone at the agency, but especially Poe

- “I solved the mystery! It looks like you are ticklish~”

Lee:

- Very sensitive, like, very, 110/100

- He looks like a baby of almost thirty years

- Always denies being ticklish, even to people who have tickled him fifteen thousand times

- He loves it

- He looks like someone who provokes his ler to attack him

- If the punishment of any game is being tickled, he will lose on purpose

- He can't take provocations and starts screaming and blushing when someone provokes him

- Everyone just loves tickling this boy

- He's so cute

- Weak points: armpits

- Are you ticklish? “The great detective does not have these weaknesses”

- Provocations that catch him: “What happened great detective? Can’t you solve this mystery?”

Akiko Yosano 🦋💉 🦋💉 🦋💉 🦋💉 🦋

90% ler / 10% lee

Ler:

- This woman is the reincarnation of the devil

- She wants to kill you

- Likes to sneak through the shadows and be very mysterious

- She's very good at interrogation

- You will do what she wants, muahahahaha

- But don't worry she will let you go if you are dying

- Maybe 😏

- Atsushi is the best possible to interrogate, she loves the fact that he is simply too manipulable

- Favorite Lees: mainly end up with anyone from the agency

- “I can only help when you are almost dying”

Lee:

- It's not that she's not fit to be Lee, she's just barely ticklish

- 40/100 for real

- But she feels it in some specific points

- She also likes to be teased, but almost no one can really make her laugh

- Maybe Rampo has already tried so many times that at some point he succeeded

- She doesn't love tickling, but she doesn't hate it either

- But she kind of likes being attacked in her weak spot

- Weak points: legs

- Are you ticklish? “You’re asking me to tickle you?”

- Teasing that gets her: “you’re not going to die, doctor”

Junichirou Tanizaki ❄️😅 ❄️😅 ❄️😅 ❄️

80% ler / 20% lee

Ler:

- Junichirou is a very shy person, he is not very confident in what he is doing

- But if his lee starts to really laugh, he becomes a monster

- He has loved tickling his sister since he was little, usually when she was being a little too clingy

- I think he also likes to attack Kenji, I like this friendship

- His taunts aren't the best, he's much better when he's in monster mode

- He can tickle you without you seeing him MUAHAHAHAHA

- Be careful, he might be hiding to jump on you

- Favorite Lees: Naomi and Kenji

- “You can’t see me but I can touch you”

Lee:

- very sensitiveeeeeee

- 90/100

- He likes tickling, he can't deny it

- Naomi keeps attacking him every time they're in that awkward moment, and it's clear that he really likes it

- He is afraid of Yosano attacking him, so he keeps running away from her when she is in a mood

- I feel like he gets scared a lot, so if you poke him in the ribs he'll jump to the other side of the room

- He doesn't ask for tickles, but it's because he's embarrassed, that's cute, right?

- Weak points: sides and lower ribs

- Are you ticklish? “I-I d-don’t-“

- Provocations that catch you: “what happened? Are you ashamed?"

Izumi Kyoka 🐇🌸 🐇🌸 🐇🌸 🐇🌸 🐇🌸

60% ler / 40% lee

Ler:

- Kyoka is a very silent reader, which can cause some fear

- She barely talks about the process of taking her lee and destroying him

- Atsushi taught her that instead of killing anyone she was angry with, she could tickle the person

- She uses this tactic quite often, especially with Atsushi

- She can even provoke when she attacks someone

- But they're kind of death threats like “you're going to die”

- Which is kind of sinister

- In other words, she may be small, but everyone is scared of her because she's kind of terrifying

- Favorite Lees: Atsushi

- "I'll end with you"

Lee:

- She is 90/100

- It's soooo cute

- Hates when someone call she that

- Her laugh has a lot of squeals

- She insists on holding back her smile and laughter until she explodes

- Atsushi, when he tickles her, it's always to calm her down when she wants to kill someone

- She keeps kicking and punching her ler

- She can never sit still, hee ler comes out all injured

- Weak points: armpits

- Are you ticklish? "I will kill you"

-Teases that get her: “your laugh is so cute”

Ryunosuke Akutagawa 🔪👿 🔪👿 🔪👿

50% ler / 50% lee

Ler:

- In fact, Akutagawa likes be the ler more

- He's pretty mean

- He can trap your arms and legs with the rashumon

- It is not good to let him know your weak points

- But although he can be a very tough guy when he's angry (poor Atsushi), he can be very affectionate

- Maybe he just pokes you a few times, but if he does it once he'll never stop

- He knows how to tease well, hehehe

- Speaks calmly, which makes him lee even more frustrated

- When he wants to interrogate someone who doesn't feel very angry, he will definitely resort to tickling

- Favorite Lees: Atsushi (poor thing) and Gin

- “You’re already getting on my nerves, I’m going to have to punish you~”

Lee:

- hahaha he doesn't admit it, but he is extremely sensitive 100/100

- No one tickled him much during his life

- Just Gin when they were little

- But after a while in the Mafia, everyone discovered how sensitive he was and decided to catch him 😝

- Never EVER admit that he feels ticklish

- Unless... it's Atsushi

- With Atsushi he feels free

- His laughs are not very loud, for me, he has a very cute silent laugh, but he lets out some laughs

- he could kill his ler at any time, but he won't, firstly because he doesn't control rashumon when he feels ticklish, secondly because he secretly loves it

- Weak points: neck (it's difficult to get there because of the collar on him clothes)

- Are you ticklish? “No, get out of here”

- Teasing that gets him: “I thought you weren’t ticklish, sir”

Chuuya Nakahara 🍷 🖕🍷 🖕🍷 🖕🍷 🖕

40% ler / 60% lee

Ler:

- Since Chuuya is very easily angered, he often uses tickling to get revenge, instead of hitting people he likes

- It's a demon

- He can manipulate the gravity of his Lee's hands and trap them so they doesn't run away

- Or he can restrain Lee completely and not let him move

- Some may think he's just an angry man, but he knows how to finish anyone off

- And of course, I can't forget

- Finishing Dazai is his passion

- (We know Dazai loves this)

- Whenever the man irritates him, he attacks him and finishes him off

- Favorite Lees: Dazai

- "What it was? Can’t move, can you?~”

Lee:

- ehehehehehehehehehehe

- It's soooo sensitive 110/100

- He HATES tickles (unless they're from Dazai 🤭)

- This guy actually NEVER admits that he is sensitive, even when the person is about to kill him

- He blushes a lot, which can be really funny since he's always so tough

- Him sensitivity is known to everyone

- In the Mafia, everyone keeps poking him to make him jump

- And he gets all embarrassed and frustrated about it oinnnn

- He's only 10% more of a lee because Dazai tickles him 24 hours a day

- His powers just don't work when he's being attacked, so he can't even fight back or run away (Dazai loves this fact)

- Weak points: ribs (the most superior)

- Are you ticklish? “Fuck you”

- Provocations that catch him: “oh my God, you can’t escape? Come on, use your powers~”

Edgar Allan Poe 📚🦝📚🦝📚🦝📚🦝📚

20% ler / 80% lee

Ler:

- In fact, the occasions in which Poe is a ler are quite rare

- This only happens when Rampo provokes him to feel ticklish

- And he obviously answers

- He only knows how to tickle Rampo, because his boyfriend taught him hahahaha

- He really likes feathers, he likes to put feathers on his lee

- His teases are usually compliments

- Apart from Rampo, he really is never the ler

- Favorite Lees: Rampo, right?

- “You look cute laughing”

Lee:

- Poor thing, why did this boy date Rampo?

- He’s really very sensitive 120/100

- His whole body feels like one big gigantic sensitive spot

- Did I say he loves feathers? He loves having feathers brushed on him too, especially on his ears.

- Rampo knows he likes this, so he teases him whenever Poe is writing with a fountain pen like that with a nib

- he loves to be teased, and he really is teased all day

- I feel like because he's a writer, his hands are also very sensitive, I don't know why 😂

- He blushes a lot, like A LOT

- His laugh is low but increases as his reading provokes him

- Karl can tickle himmmmmmmmm

- Very cute

- Weak points: ears and hands

- Are you ticklish? “Me? DID KARL TELL YOU?”

-Teases that get him: “I know you love this”

Extra: I discovered that the name EDOGAWA RAMPO is a different pronunciation of the name EDGAR ALLAN POE, my couple 😭😭😭😭😭

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Thanks for reading🫶💛 it’s my birthday, tadaaaa

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[fluffy-ami]

“Too sweet for me 🍰”

(RanPoe)

A/N: A gift for our sweet and inspiring @jettori (SJHDSJJSSJ the lightning kinda strikes and boom, ami needs ranpoe floof-)! I'm glad you are doing well, pancake 🥞✨

(Also I'm using this post to be like YOYOYO OMG 200+ FOLLOWERS GUYS WHEN AND WHERE AND HOW- I LOVE YOU-💖)

Characters: Ranpo Edogawa, Edgar Allan Poe (romantic, please don't read if you don't like it)

Summary: “I know what you're thinking about. For once, just for this once, I want these thoughts to stop running around in this little head of yours. Just look at me, just let go and laugh... Do you trust me with this, dear?”

“You know, we could read together... if you want”.

“Not in the mood”.

The young detective was sitting quietly at the table, his head on his palms, staring at the window. It was dark and raining heavily outside, with the occasional sounds of thunder interrupting Edogawa's thoughts.

“Come on, it's getting pretty late. You should have a rest,” Poe sighed, leaning on the doorframe and observing his boyfriend's small and even kind of sad-looking figure from the back.

“Working,” Ranpo mumbled in response nonchalantly. Some case files were scattered all over the table, untouched.

“I didn't mean your ‘work’,” Edgar huffed out a quiet laugh, stepping into the room and leaning over the other's shoulder, trying to take a look at his face, “I know you're thinking about it again. Go easier on yourself, dear”.

Edogawa furrowed his eyebrows slightly, turning his head away from him.

“Questioning your own worth after all, I see...” Poe hummed, a little bit sadly, “You want to talk about it once more? You know, I'm always here and my ears are ready to listen.”

The younger male kept looking away, going silent for a few seconds.

“It's... all the same,” he finally sighed, “There's nothing to talk about. Maybe you're right. I guess I'm just... a little bit too tired. Maybe”.

“I just want you to know that... having troubles with solving the case when you're not feeling like it doesn't make you look worse as a person. It doesn't make you look worse in any way,” Edgar spoke in a soft voice, gently hugging Ranpo from behind, “To me, to Fukuzawa, to the whole Agency - you are the most important person. Important in many ways”.

Feeling the younger male relax a little in his embrace, Poe smiled reassuringly. But he also wanted to see the detective's face now.

“Ran, just why can't you accept the fact that solving the case for a little bit longer than 15 seconds is absolutely okay, when you also don't have the-”

“I hahave my ability!” the detective really tried to sound serious, but...

“...Sure you do, giggles,” Edgar whispered with a smile, leaning a tiny bit closer to his partner's right ear on purpose, knowing exactly what he was doing.

“O-of course I- stahahap it!..” Ranpo squeaked, biting back a smile and trying to scrunch up his shoulders.

“Hm? Stop what? You don't want me to talk about how perfect you are on your own?” Poe's little smile became wider as soon as he saw Edogawa's ears turn an adorable shade of red.

“Yehehes..!” giggling quietly, the young detective managed to wriggle free from his partner's warm embrace and get up from his chair, covering his ear with his hand, his face flushed pink already.

“Ah, no-no-no, darling, not this time,” Edgar shook his head and came closer, chuckling softly and pulling Ranpo back by his waist with ease, being really gentle and using very little strength, “For someone who doesn't want it to happen, you sure don't look like you're running away...”

“Wehell, if yohou lehet mehe go, I wihill- WAHAHA– DOHON'T YOU DAHAHARE!..” Edogawa squealed loudly, feeling the familiar hands starting to squeeze his sides. This distraction was enough for his boyfriend to make them both fall on the bed, Poe laying comfortably on top of the detective and looking directly into his eyes, his smile wide.

“You know, I always say that I'm ready to listen, but I think that this certain someone we have here needs to learn how to listen, too”.

“Noho, oh nohoho!” Ranpo tittered, trying to shove at the writer's head half-heartedly, “Gehet off of mehehe! Thahat's a crime against peherson! Ahand thahat person is your bohoyfriend!..”

“I'll make sure to buy the biggest cake to make it up to you, little sugar cube,” the writer couldn't help but be amused at how his partner's blush instantly deepened at the nickname, “Sorry, but for now this big and scary criminal only wants to hear these sweet giggles of yours!”

“Ohoh shuhuhush...” Ranpo let out a giggly whine, covering his face with his hands.

“So there is something I'd like to talk about...”

“Dohohon't tahalk to mehehe!..”

“...about how hardworking...”

His breath tickling Ranpo's ear.

“...how talented...”

Now his neck... Oh no, oh no...

“...and how beautiful you are”.

The detective couldn't help but burst into squeaky giggles as soon as he felt his burning sensitive ear being peppered with kisses.

“Ihi'm nahahat..!” he squealed, kicking his legs out slightly and trying to scrunch up his shoulders, but it was far from enough to stop or even bother the novelist, “Stahahap it!”

“What, can't handle the truth? Are my words a little bit too sweet for you, dear?” Poe giggled along with his partner, blowing on his red little ear.

“Tohooth-rotting!” the younger shot back, squeezing his eyes shut and shaking his head at the sensation as he wiggled under the writer like a worm.

“Oh shush, don't be like that, I know we're both loving it,” the older male pouted jokingly, pinching at his boyfriend's sides to make him yelp cutely, ”You work an awful lot, but, even when you're feeling burnt out, who said that you should forget about what a great and smart detective you are? You know, you don't hahave to sue people every day to prove it!”

“S-stahap tahalking alreheady..!” Ranpo didn't even bother to try and argue anymore as he threw his head back, squealing like a child, his hair messy from all that squirming, his face and ears bright red from laughing, compliments and Poe's small amused chuckles ringing pleasantly in his head. The latter looked up once again, quietly admiring the detective's features and feeling his own face become a little bit pink.

“...Do you have any idea how much I love you?” he suddenly asked, stopping all the tickles. The raven haired male raised his head, looking surprised by the question (and even more flustered now, which made Poe huff out another little laugh).

Ranpo looked in his partner's eyes which were half-hidden by his hair, looking at him happily; his sincere smile, which was full of love and support, and he just- couldn't- Did he even deserve someone like Poe..?

“I'm... Poe, I'm juhust-” the detective stuttered, now avoiding eye contact.

“No-no-no,” the older male cut him off softly, leaning in forward and making their foreheads touch, “I know what you're thinking about. For once, just for this once, I want these thoughts to stop running around in this little head of yours. Just look at me, just let go and laugh... Do you trust me with this, dear?”

Ranpo was silent for a few seconds, but eventually lay his head back down on the pillow, blushing like mad and retracting his hands from the novelist's shoulders:

“...Okay. Just for a little bit, though”.

“You can hold onto me if you want,” the latter smiled sweetly at him.

The younger male thought for another moment, and his hands awkwardly returned to where they were a few seconds ago.

“Well, come here, then,” his partner laughed, lowering his head once again-

“I sAHAid yohou cahan tihickle me, but I didn't sahay you cohould tOHOuch my ehears!..” suddenly, Ranpo's high-pitched giggling filled the room. Nobody was even touching him yet!

“No?” Poe tilted his head slightly, as if he was surprised, “But how are we going to continue our conversation?”

“Noho mohore tahalking abohout mehe, thehen!”

“But that's the whole purpose!”

“Nohoho!”

The writer always considered funny the fact that his partner wasn't able to take any kind of compliments if tickling was involved. This knowledge made Poe a little bit braver in situations like this, but the detective always made sure to get him back (usually, tenfold, but we don't talk about that).

“Oh... Maybe your neck, then?”

“Noho, I'm waharning- pleHEEHEEase..!” Ranpo's shriek quickly dissolved into shrill giggling and his fingers softly squeezed the novelist's shoulders, as soon as his boyfriend tried to blow a tiny, shy raspberry on the side of his neck. Poe just couldn't tickle him roughly or even all that confidently, because, the moment he heard the detective's laughter or saw his smile, it was impossible to really concentrate because of this tingly feeling in his chest.

A couple of small raspberries was soon followed by the avalanche of neck kisses, which made Ranpo want to curl up into himself and squeal eternally. All of this was too much, his face was going to explode...

“Okay, ohokay, you said just a little bit, so there's just a few more things we need to do,” the novelist stopped to give his partner a little break.

“Ohoh gohohod...” the detective tittered, covering his flushed face with his hands and trying to calm down.

But, to be honest... with his non-stop giggling, with all this warmth, with this feeling of safety and belonging... Ranpo couldn't even really tell why he was so upset just a few minutes ago. His partner was one of the few people he could show this side of himself to, and Poe was the only one who always knows what exactly to do to help him feel better...

“...Ihit's nohot fahair,” the younger male let out a sarcastic, giggly groan, ”You nehever lehet me be like these cohold, mysterious dehetectives in moHOVIES–”

He flinched suddenly, but didn't even say anything in protest when he felt these familiar fingers starting to move down his ribs with tiny, gentle pokes, making Edogawa melt further into the bed in his quiet, muffled, high-pitched childlike chuckles.

“Nonono, no Mr. Gloomy Ran-Ran in this office, not on my watch!” Poe grinned playfully, slowly lifting the other's shirt up and revealing Ranpo's quivering tummy, “Are we ready, oh my Greatest-and-the-Most-Ticklish-detective in the world?”

“Wh-whahat are yohou- nOHo-! Noho kisses! I waHAsn't reHEHEADY-!..”

A/N: It's not perfect and probably ooc as hell, but I WANTED THE FLOOF WITH THESE TWO AT 3 AM AND DAMN I'M NOT GONNA REREAD THIS AFTER PUBLISHING, I'M SCARED-

I REALLY TRIED, SO I HOPE THIS IS GOOD ENOUGH, ILY JETT, DRINK WATER AND TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF while I'm gonna disappear again, but at least I feel happy now that I finished it 🤡🌸✨🍃

#bungou stray dogs #tickling #tickle fic #my stuff #ranpo edogawa #edgar allan poe #lee!ranpo #ler!poe #🥞jett the sweet pancake🥞 #i'm not so active please don't eat meh 🤡💦 #i still love all of my moots #ami's trying to work #*posts this probably to disappear again* #but #goals #actual goals #finally posting something normal #not because it's well-written but because it's a fic LMAO AKJFKSKS

[infrequent-creator]

DAY 9: Lie

DAY 9: Lie

Poe us such a cutie and shouldn’t be lying 😋

((Ahh I forgot about Day 9!!! My bad ))

#tickle community #tickle #tickle art #tickletober #ranpo x poe #bsd ranpo #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd Poe #augtickletober2023 #tktober #ler!ranpo #lee!poe #ticklish!poe #Alex’s art #Alex draws

[italeean]

It was just a preface..!

Poe tries to hide something from his lover, Ranpo, which obviously has its consequences...

NOTE: Hi everyone!! Everything okay? ^_^ Today’s fic is thank you gift for the amazing @jettori​, not only for the cute, sweet, marvelous gift that he made me, but also for... well... existing (please forgive me, I suck with words in certain contexts 😅)... Jett, I honestly don’t know what to tell you other than ti voglio bene 💚🤍❤️ (I love you /p)

DISCLAIMER: This is a tickle fic, if it's not to your taste I don't suggest you read it

Poe was staring at his writing machine with his head full of thoughts. Should he publish that piece? Or should he trash it and never think about it ever again? Usually when he felt insecure about his work, he'd ask Ranpo, but this time it wasn't possible... his lover was the last person he wanted to show his new writing to.

"Karl... this is a mess," he sighed "what if he doesn't like it? Or what if he does? Maybe he'll be wierded out by me... or maybe he doesn't feel about me the same way I do about him..." he kept considering every possible outcome, even the most absurd ones, while the raccoon stayed there just staring at him.

"I've decided," the writer said in the end "I'll throw it away and that's it" he opened the first drawer of his desk and pulled out a piece of paper, reading it once more before throwing it in the thrash, but while he was about to finish, his plan got interrupted.

"Hi, what are you reading?" oh no... Ranpo entered the room without knocking. Poe instinctively hid the sheet under a pile of other documents just before his boyfriend reached him. "Huh? Nothing, I was just typing... I'm finishing my new short story" the taller guy couldn't have been more grateful that he had actually written something on the paper inside the writin machine, so his lie seemed more credible.

He quickly typed some words and observed his lover gazing at the sheet while munching the cookie in his left hand and then the poky stick in his right one. In the end, the detective sat on the desk and Poe breathed a sigh of relief, his excuse had convinc-

"You're hiding something" Ranpo had the gift of being straightforward, which his lover truly appreciated, but in this case, it made his heart skip a beat in a not-so-positive way. "Huh? What... what do you mean..? I don't know what you're talking about..." Poe tried to keep a neutral face, but it was clear that he was getting antsy.

"See? You're getting nervous and defensive" the shorter guy pointed out "I'm not..! Ahem, I'm not getting defensive... I... I'm just confused... I told you I was typing and it's true" the writer replied after regaining his composure.

"So many typos... that's when I know you're really getting nervous" the older guy didn't really know when Ranpo had snuck up behind him, but now there he was, looking at the document, which was indeed full of misspelled words. "TH-THAT MEANS NOTHING!! I CAN MAKE MISTAKES, TOO" the poor writer exclaimed, saying goodbye to his composure once more.

"Oh but Poe... you never make so many, which means that you're flustered, or nervous... or both" Ranpo smirked while looking at him knowingly. Poe turned his head and blushed slightly at the sight of his lover's smug face.

He didn't have time to even think about how to talk his way out of that situation because two evil hands started squeezing his sides, softly but relentlessly. "Wha-whahahat ahare yohohou dohohoihing?" the American guy managed to ask between his quiet giggles "I have a feeling that this is the best way to make you tell me the truth, and since I'm the one with the gift of super deduction, I won't accept complaints" Ranpo switched from squeezing to scribbling, knowing that a soft touch was way worse for his partner.

"Ihihi'vehe ahahalreheahahady tohohold yohohohou buhuhut yohohou dohohon't behehelieheve meheheee" Poe whined, although he didn't really do any to get away or even move from his chair, which made the green-eyed guy understand that he was enjoying this kind of playful affection, but he decided to save the teasing for later since he had more important things to do at the moment.

"You really think you can fool me... a detective... probably the greatest at my job? I don't even need to use my gift to tell that you're lying" the Japanese guy pinched his lover's lowest rib, which gave him a much better reaction than his sides.

"NOHOHO DOHOHON'T YOHOU DAHAHAREHE" Poe started squirming a bit more in his seat, now that his ribs were targeted "IHIHI TOHOHOLD YOHOHOU THEHE TRUHUHUTH"

"Oh but I do dare, and I won't stop until you tell me the real truth, which you're not doing a very good job to hide, by the way" Ranpo smirked devilishly and clawed at the older guy's ribcage, scratching the bones and digging softly in the grooves.

"IHIHI AHAHAM THAHANK YOHOHOHOU VEHEHERY MUHUHUHUCH" the writer's laughter became more hysterical, which made him slip up, and he knew he was gonna pay for that mistake.

"Ohohoh you messed up big time" if his lover was considering the chance that he was being sincere, that little stunt gave him the proof he needed. So, he stopped holding back and started tickling his ribs all over, taking advantage of the taller guy arching his back to sneak his hands all the way to the back of his ribs.

When Poe's laughter went silent, the shorter guy stopped to give him some time to breathe, but when he asked him what he was hiding, the American guy decided to stay stubborn. Also, while he was recovering, he wrapped his arms around himself to protect his most ticklish spot, which made Ranpo think about a new strategy. 

"I'll give you one more chance to talk before I go for your ears" he stated with a fake solemn tone. "H-how did you know about my ears?!" Poe genuinely didn't recall of telling his lover about that spot, which left him confused and a bit startled.

"You confirmed it just now" Ranpo laughed at how naive his partner could be sometimes, then he started wiggling his fingers close to his ears without really touching them, that way Poe could still see his hands but he didn't know when the tickling was going to begin, which made him shudder in anticipation. 

"Why are you doing this to meHEHEHEHE WAHAHAHAHAIT NOHOHO" when he tried to say something, the detective finally decided to strike, fluttering his fingers on that spot in such a delicate way that it was incredible how much it actually tickled. 

"OHOHOH MY GOOHOHODNEHEHESS YOHOHOU'RE SOHO MEHEHEAHA- EEK!! WAHAHAHAHAIT PLEHEAHAHAHSEEEE" the poor guy lost it when his boyfriend started blowing on his right ear while scribbling on the left one, and that did the trick.

"IHIHI'LL TEHEHELL YOHOHOU!! IHIHIHI'LL TAHAHAHALK PLEHEAHAHAHSE JUHUHUST STAHAHAHAHAHAP" after hearing Poe give in, the green-eyed boy stopped his gentle assault and gave him some time to recover.

"Ihi've hiddehen aha notehehe... I wahas reading" Poe finally confessed while rubbing his ears to get rid of the tingly sensation caused by the ghost tickles. "Good, and where is it?" the detective inquired, curious about the content of said note.

"I... I've teleported it in one of this books," the taller guy bluffed, since he only had time to put it in the pile "b-but I won't tell you which one, no matter what you do, I'll never ta-"

"What do we have here?" asked Ranpo rhetorically while picking up the piece of paper that Karl was giving him... that traitor!! "KARL!! Whose side are you on?!" The writer couldn't believe that his most trusted companion had betrayed him!

"Definitely not yours" his boyfriend replied cackling while giving a little snack to the sneaky raccoon as a reward, then he started reading the piece of paper. It was handwritten, and it was Poe's calligraphy. The taller guy could've tried to stop him, but it would've been pointless, so he just let it happen.

Preface of the Author 

To my marvelous boyfriend Ranpo, who always manages to make me feel understood and supported. I'll always treasure the day when I showed you my work, because look where we are now... I absolutely didn't expect that such a small thing would've led to this honestly.You're a special person to me, if I may say, unique... with your witty remarks, your cheerful attitude, positive like a little kid but never childish, and your infinite love for anything sweet, you managed to make me grow fond of you, to the point that I can say this without a doubt: I love you. (Even if sometimes you're mean to me)

- Poe

Poe was hiding his beet red face behind his hands when he felt a jab to his ribs that made him jump immediately. His gaze landed on his partner, who was holding the piece of paper as if it was some kind of precious relic with a giddy smile on his face.

"YOU WANTED TO PUBLISH THIS WITH YOUR NEW PIECE?!" the detective exclaimed, losing for a second his laid-back attitude. "Sh-shush..! It was nothing, really..." Poe grumbled, still flustered. "It's not nothing! I'm gonna treasure this for the rest of my life" Ranpo exclaimed happily smiling even wider, if that was possible.

"There's only one thing I don't understand... what do you mean with this?" the green-eyed guy pointed at the line between brackets "I've been nothing but sweet to you"

"You always tease me to get a reaction out of me..!" the taller guy yelled not too loudly while blushing for the umpteenth time "I have no memory of that" Ranpo replied smugly 

"You little..!" Poe was loosing whatever was left of his cool, but the Japanese guy knew he was more flustered than mad "Once you hung a note on the bulletin board at the Agency and there was written 'Poe is a really cute sweetheart'!!"

"Well... that was a top priority communication, and the others had yet to know you, so I only did good. And I wasn't even lying... now if you'll excuse me, Kunikida has been calling me for twenty minutes, I think I have a crime to solve" and with that, the detective rushed cheerfully to the crime scene, hoping to find an intricate enigma.

His lover just watched him go, too embarrassed to say anything, then he looked for his preface... only to realize that Ranpo had taken it away with him since it was nowhere to be found. 

He leaned on the back of his chair, smiling at the thought of having someone so special and that he admired so much in his life and wondering who really was the cute sweetheart between the two of them.

#bungo stray dogs tickle #bsd tickle #ranpoe #ler!ranpo #lee!poe #ticklish!poe #thank you gift #jett the cute meanie

[tastybluesprite]

Stuck between an engine and a hard place

I just started getting into the sequel Star Wars trilogy (I’m in the middle of the final one lol) and I so badly wanted to write this. Particularly for Poe Dameron because I love him so much and he was my favorite character from those movies lol. I also love Rey and thought she was pretty cool as well! I like their chemistry together and I think they make an awesome duo. (Also just to mention the title was supposed to be a play on words for the saying “stuck in a rock and a hard place” just in case no one picked up on it haha

Poe didn’t expect things to end up this way. One moment he was trying to fix up his X-wing (It had taken a few blows during the last time he took it out to a fight). The next moment, he gets stuck under one of the lower Fusial Thrust Engines, the part that had fallen on him along with the rest of the ship. He had the ship propped up when he was working underneath one of the lower engines but he guessed it didn’t hold very well. No matter how hard he pushed the ship was just too heavy. With a sigh he took defeat. He was stuck.

He had just began debating wether to call out for help or not when Rey found him. “Poe what are you doing down there?” She asked curiously. “Oh nothing just taking a quick break.” He explained sarcastically, “what the hell does it look like I’m doing Rey!?” He added roughly, once more trying but failing to push the engine off of him. Rey rolled her eyes at him fondly and knelt down, “Alright, I’m going to try and pull you out. Don’t move.” She instructed.

She tried to pull at his arms with all her strength, but it didn’t help. “This is tricky,” she admitted. She thought for a moment and then, without any warning, hooked her fingers into his armpits, attempting to hoist him out from underneath. However, this resulted in quite a curious reaction. Poe almost immediately flinched, and let out a noise that Rey could distinctly recognize as a squeak. She saw him, with a bit of difficulty, fighting back a smile. She could tell he instinctively tried to clamp his arms to his sides, but since the engine was on him to his chest, his arms were basically stuck upwards.

It was then that Poe realized how vulnerable he was in this position. “C-can’t you just use the force to lift this off me?” Poe suggested nervously, desperately trying to wave off what just happened. Rey however, wasn’t going to let this opportunity pass so easily. “Poe Dameron, the toughest and most skilled pilot in the resistance, is ticklish?” She asked with a smirk. “Rey, you get me out of this or else!” Poe demanded, not fully knowing what to say to this. No matter what he said his fate was sealed. “Or else what?” Rey’s smirk grew wider.

Before Poe could retort back, Rey gently wiggled her fingers into his exposed underarms. Poe flinched again, and this time bursted into high pitched, uncontrollable and bubbly laughter. “Rehehey dohohont!!!” He protested, squirming around under the trap he was in, even if it didn’t do him any good whatsoever. “I think you ought to be punished for never telling me this about you Dameron.” Rey said, and Poe could swear he heard mischief in her voice. “Rehehey! Rehehey plehehease AHAHAHAHA WAHAHAHITTT!!!!” He erupted into hysterical belly laughter when she suddenly began digging her fingers deep into his armpits.

Poe writhed around desperately. He knew he couldn’t clamp his arms down for protection, but even so found his arms hitting against the engine as if it would magically disappear. “Someone’s really ticklish, huh?” Rey teased. Her fingers never leaving the hypersensitive spot. “REHEHEY GEHEHEHET OHOHOUHUT OHOHF THEHEHRE!!!” Poe screeched out through his desperate hysterics. Eventually the sensations became too unbearable and his laughter went silent. Rey finally stopped, noticing him reaching his limit, and retracted her hands.

“I hahate you…” Poe complained, trying to catch his breath. “Careful! You’re in the vulnerable position here.” She said, wiggling her fingers in his face. “Fihine just get me out!!!” Poe said pleadingly. Rey then put her hand out and shut her eyes. The next thing Poe knew, the whole X-wing was being lifted in the air with the force. He scrambled out through the freed up space.

“Thanks.” He told her. “Anytime,” Rey replied with a smile. “Funny how these kind of situations can teach you new things about others though. Wonder where else you’re ticklish…” Rey wiggled his fingers at him. Poes eyes widened, “No! Get away!!!” And he took off, with the female Jedi running after him. This was going to be a loooong day.

#fanfiction #sprite🥤 #tickling #tickle fic #poe dameron #rey #poe x rey #ticklish!poe #lee!poe #ler!rey #ticklish!poedameron #sfw tickling #x wing #star wars #the force awakens #rise of skywalker #the last jedi #cute #star wars trilogy #star wars sequel trilogy

[mrstelelt]

Mary Del Priore é uma escritora, historiadora e professora universitária brasileira, conhecida por suas obras sobre a história do Brasil, em especial a história das mulheres e a história social brasileira. Ela nasceu em 22 de agosto de 1958, no Rio de Janeiro, Brasil.

Com uma carreira consolidada na área de história, Mary Del Priore é autora de diversos livros que abordam diferentes aspectos da história brasileira, trazendo à tona histórias de personagens pouco conhecidos, bem como reflexões sobre a sociedade e a cultura do Brasil em diferentes períodos.

Entre as obras mais conhecidas de Mary Del Priore, destacam-se "Histórias da Gente Brasileira: Colônia" (2016), "Histórias da Gente Brasileira: Império" (2017) e "Histórias da Gente Brasileira: República" (2018), uma trilogia que aborda a história social do Brasil desde o período colonial até a República, com foco na vida cotidiana, costumes, crenças e transformações sociais ao longo do tempo.

Mary Del Priore também é autora de livros que abordam a história das mulheres no Brasil, como "História das Mulheres no Brasil" (2013), "Mulheres do Brasil" (2000), "Esposas, Amantes e Prostitutas: Mulheres no Brasil Colonial" (1999) e "A Devassa da Devassa: A Inconfidência Mineira: Brasil, 1788-1808" (2008), que traz uma perspectiva feminina sobre a história do país, destacando o papel das mulheres em diferentes contextos sociais e culturais.

Além de suas obras voltadas para a história do Brasil, Mary Del Priore também é conhecida por sua atuação como pesquisadora, historiadora e professora universitária, tendo lecionado em diversas universidades no Brasil e no exterior. Ela é uma das principais referências na área de história social e história das mulheres no Brasil, contribuindo para a compreensão mais abrangente e diversificada da história do país.

As obras de Mary Del Priore têm sido bem recebidas pela crítica e pelo público, destacando-se por sua abordagem acessível, rica em detalhes e fundamentada em pesquisa histórica sólida. Seus livros têm contribuído para ampliar o conhecimento sobre a história do Brasil, especialmente no que diz respeito às mulheres e à sociedade brasileira em diferentes períodos históricos.

#livros o leitura literatura books livro bookstagram ler book livrosemaislivros amoler leitores instalivros livroseleitura amor amolivros poe #literaturabrasileira #livros #Trecho de livro #livross

[tickletastic]

Do u have any tickle hcs about the bat boys?

yes yes yes yes yes do i ever

under the cut, my love <3

Dick

absolutely just devastatingly ticklish everywhere, but i also think he is weirdly good at hiding it for a little bit, and sometimes the ler trying to tickle him will just eventually give up (big brother powers? zatanna magic?)

his thighs and tummy are his worst spots, and both just absolutely destroy him

he can and will attempt to acrobat his way out of tickling

he 100% once tried to front flip away from Tim when he was trying to tickle dick and jason ended up catching him upside down in the air (and tim totally took advantage)

absolutely the family tickle monster because it is his oldest brother duty

the only sibling that damian actually lets tickle him (because he kind of loves tolerates dick)

Duke

Absolutely the type to accidentally hurt you when you tickle him

If you get his neck? he's karate chopping you. his ribs? he'll elbow you

i hc that jason and duke are close because i think duke would be really into literature too (i think he'd be a big poe fan!!) and they would bond over spending hours in the Wayne manor library

as a result, i think jason tickles duke the most, but i think damian has been indexing moments that he witnesses so he can "accidentally" tickle duke later (bc, despite what he would say, he is a softie and wants to make sure that duke feels like he's a part of the family as much as everyone else is)

i think his worst spots are his ribs and his thighs, but he gets really panicked and giggly when someone tries to go for his neck

i think he's a really timid and considerate ler, and that he's probably stopping every minute or so to make sure the lee is alright (which his siblings find INCREDIBLY flustering)

Damian

he is just a tiny little dude, just an angry tiny guy

he is, like most twelve year olds, ticklish everywhere, but he only ever lets dick or bruce tickle him, and SOMETIMES, jason

his laugh is so cute, and he snorts pretty much the entire time

it embarrasses him incredibly, but he physically cannot fight back when he's tickled, he just kind of lays there and giggles

he does in fact use tickling to his advantage in the manor, and has been known to tickle tim to tears

like steph, i think he secretly knows exactly where everyone is ticklish (except for jason, who, as usualy, remains elusive)

Tim

my sleepy boy, top of my kin list, i am such a tim stannie

99% of the time that he's tickled it's because he is refusing to sleep after 24+ hours working

he's horrendously ticklish pretty much everywhere but his ribs are the absolute worst

he tries really hard to fight back, and he's definitely a flailer, but ultimately he never gets very far and eventually just slumps and tries to curl up

dick, steph, and jason tickle him the most, but bruce puts in his fair share too

when someone tries to tease him he tries to scream through his laughter so he doesn't have to hear it, but ultimately, he is forced to listen

he's not much of a ler, but he will strike every once in a while

Jason

best bat? best bat

i hc that the lazarus pit made him more sensitive, but only bruce, dick, kori, roy, and leslie thompkins know about it, and he has sworn them all to secrecy

the same group are pretty much the only people who know where he's ticklish

actually really ticklish if you can get him pinned, but otherwise he is definitely successfully fighting off any tickle attacks

dick has one method from when they were kids where he'll get jason up against a wall, whether he be on a bed or trapped in on the couch, because the tickling will make jason too weak to try to vault over him (and it's MUCH easier than trying to pin his ass down)

he is definitely the most vicious ler of the house, and his teases absolutely mortify his siblings

his signature move is grabbing both wrists of an unsuspecting family member, hauling them over their head, and tickling them to tears with his free hand

#i put dick duke damian in that order because i just love the illiteration #duke thomas #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #damian al ghul #damian wayne #dc #headcanons #anon #ask

[intheticklecloset]

Bungo Stray Dogs Coffee Shots #51-60

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 Lemonades Event.

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51) Lee Poe, Ler Ranpo

“Huh? Where’s my last chocolate bar?” Ranpo frowned into the basket between him and his partner, rifling through it as though it would magically make said item reappear from thin air.

Poe frowned back at him, a tiny crease on the corner of his mouth tipping the detective off that he was nervous. “But…you brought three of them. I thought they were for us to share. At least, I assumed one was for me…”

Ranpo stopped his rifling and glanced up very slowly at the taller man, who shrunk back a tiny bit. “You ate it?”

“I thought you said we were sharing this picnic,” Poe defended himself, though that worried crease never vanished. “We split everything else.”

It had been nice, actually. Poe didn’t get away from his work much, so while at first he was stressed that Ranpo was dragging him from his desk and writing tools to enjoy a lunch in the great outdoors, after a while he’d relaxed and actually found himself having a good time. He’d considered himself lucky to have a boyfriend that looked out for him.

But now…

Ranpo closed the top of the very stereotypical picnic basket and blinked. “You know I love my snacks, Eddie.”

“I…I’m sorry,” Poe tried.

“Now I’ll have to tickle you.”

The poor writer barely had a chance to register the wiggling fingers Ranpo was teasing him with before he’d been pushed onto his back on the blanket, said fingers digging roughly into his sides and ribs. He desperately tried to suppress the shriek that rose up in response, but after only a few moments he couldn’t help but toss his head back and cackle into the warm spring air, gripping the detective’s arms as he pleaded, “Nohohohohohoho, I’m sohohohohohohohory, Ran!”

“Not good enough,” his partner said matter-of-factly, though if Poe had been at all coherent he’d have seen the teasing smile on the smaller man’s face. “I won’t stop until I have you snorting with laughter.”

“Whahahahahahaha?! But thahahahahahahat’s embahahahahaharrassing – Rahahahahahahanpo!” Poe tried to squirm away, but his boyfriend plopped himself on his lap to keep him in place, tickling wildly along his ribs, sides, and belly – the trifecta of ticklishness that always had the author begging for mercy. “Plehehehehehehehease, stohohohohohohohohop!”

“You know what I want to hear~”

Then Ranpo found the special spot that made Poe spasm like he’d been electrocuted, his laughter heightening to the point it went silent, followed very shortly by a loud, adorable snort.

“There it is,” the detective said with a grin, slowing to a stop as promised. He chuckled as his boyfriend regained his breath and brushed his bangs from his eyes. “I’m just messing with you, Eddie. The last chocolate bar was for you – I just wanted an excuse to tickle you. You never let yourself really laugh unless it’s just the two of us, you know?”

Poe blushed, bringing his hand up to rest atop Ranpo’s on his cheek. “Thanks, Ran.”

Ranpo grinned with pride and leaned down to kiss him. “Anytime.”

*

52) Lee Atsushi, Ler Akutagawa

It didn’t take a genius to know that Akutagawa was not the type of man to want to partake in anything as silly and fun as a water balloon fight.

Atsushi decided he was going to try and get him to have one anyway.

It was finally warming up outside after they’d been sequestered indoors due to the weather so much (not that the weretiger was complaining; snuggling and watching movies with Aku had been his favorite thing ever), and he wanted an excuse to go outside and play around with his boyfriend in the bright sunshine.

Akutagawa – predictably – refused. So Atsushi gave him some higher stakes to fight for.

“We’ll each get three balloons – three chances to hit each other. First one to get hit with a water balloon gets tickled by the other. How about that?”

With grim determination and focus, Akutagawa declared war.

The fight had been raging for several minutes now, but thanks to the both of them being so used to each other’s fighting styles and tricks, neither had landed a single hit so far. They both had one balloon left. It was now or never.

“What happens if neither of us win?” Akutagawa asked, seeming unfazed as he stared his partner down.

Atsushi shrugged and grinned. “Then we’ll just have to resort to a tickle fight.”

The mafioso scoffed. “I think not.”

Finally, after another few minutes, Atsushi threw his final balloon – and missed.

Akutagawa gave him a predatory smile. “I do believe I’ve won this war, weretiger.”

“No way! You haven’t hit me yet—”

“But you were the first to lose all three of your weapons. Therefore…” He dropped his last balloon and lunged for him with Rashomon. Since Atsushi had let his guard down and wasn’t prepared, he was easily overpowered and pinned to the ground, at which point his boyfriend fell upon him and began tickling all over with almost excited fervor. “…you lose.”

“Wahahahahahahahait! That’s not fahahahahahahahair! Ahahahahahahahakutagawaaaa!” Atsushi squealed, struggling uselessly in Rashomon’s grip and cackling as his partner tickled him freely all over his worst spots. “You jeheheheheheheherk! This wahahahahahahasn’t the deheheheheheheheal!”

“And what are you going to do about it, weretiger?” Akutagawa taunted, smirking wickedly down at him, squeezing his hips and sides in rapid succession. “Do you intend to fight me off for real? No more games?”

“I juhuhuhuhuhuhust wahahahahahanted to hahahahahahave fun with yohohohohohou!”

“Are you not having fun now?”

Atsushi cursed, which only made the mafioso grin even wider. “You knohohohohohohow what I mehehehe-HEHEHEHEHEANT!! AHAHAHAHAHA NONONO WAHAHAHAHAHAIT, RYU—!!”

Akutagawa chuckled and leaned down to kiss the shell of his boyfriend’s ear, a single finger wiggling into his belly button as he whispered, “I’m certainly having fun, Atsushi~”

*

53) Lee Chuuya, Ler Dazai

“Hah! See that, Dazai? I made it to first base!” Dazai smirked at Chuuya, whose cheeks instantly matched his hair as he grumbled, “All right, all right. Shut up.”

When their respective bosses had decided to have an exhibition baseball game “just for fun” before the local teams started hogging the practice fields, neither side really knew what to make of the idea. Still, they’d all grudgingly come out to play…and to their surprise, found they were actually having a lot of fun, some minor scuffles and incidents aside, of course.

“I’m surprised you swung at all,” Dazai commented as he watched Higuchi come out from the Port Mafia’s dugout to bat. “You’re so small your strike zone is practically nonexistent. You could have just taken the walk.”

“Fuck off,” Chuuya snapped, shoving at him lightly before taking a foot off the bag and turning his gaze back to the game.

“You’re not going to lead?”

“Not with you playing first baseman.”

“Oh, come on, what do you think I’m gonna do?” Dazai chuckled, shoving at him lightly. “You’ll need all the help you can get to make it to second base, chibi~”

Chuuya shot him a withering stare, though his blush was not lost on the detective. “Shut up.”

“Go on,” the brunette teased, poking the mafioso’s side. “Just a step or two.”

“Don’t,” Chuuya grunted, trying to cover up a snicker. Then he yelped and instinctively tried to shimmy away as Dazai pinched him with more insistence. “Asshole, I have to get back on the bag before your guy pitches again – let me back!”

Dazai conceded and allowed him to tag the base again before Tanizaki wound up for his next pitch, but as soon as that was done, he wiggled a finger into Chuuya’s hip, forcing him off the base again with a slew of giggles.

“Dahahahahazai!” Chuuya watched as Higuchi swung and missed, fighting his way back to the base even as the detective abandoned his glove, grabbed onto his ribs, and started tickling with purpose. “Ahahahahaha, fuhuhuhuhuhuck, stop it! We’re in the mihihihihiddle of something – Dazai!”

Another couple of pitches later, Higuchi struck out, ending the half inning. Chuuya sagged in relief when Dazai let him go, then caught himself and shouted, “Just wait until you make it to third base, bastard! I’ll show you!”

Then he realized what he’d said, and how loud he’d said it, and he slapped a hand over his mouth as if it could take the words back.

On his way past him to get his glove for the outfield, Akutagawa muttered, “Keep your private lives to yourselves, sir.”

Dazai laughed hysterically the entire way back to the Armed Detective Agency’s dugout.

*

54) Lee Higuchi, Ler Gin

“Ichiyo?”

The use of her first name would have startled Higuchi more if the single word hadn’t broken into the quiet like a clap of thunder, even if it had been whispered. Everything was so silent out here, and she was so tense. She’d have been able to hear a spider crawling on the outside of the tent, she thought.

“Y-Yes?” she stammered in hushed reply.

“Are you nervous, being alone out here with me?”

At this the blonde turned toward her companion, though she could make out nothing but the outline of her sleeping bag in the darkness. “I…of course not, Miss Akutagawa.”

There was a rustling, and Gin sat up. Higuchi was able to see her full outline now – long, flowing hair and graceful curves. She was suddenly grateful for the dark.

“Are you worried that my brother will be angry?”

Higuchi shivered. “No – well…yes, I suppose. But that’s not why I’m—” She cut herself off just before she admitted aloud that she was, in fact, very nervous.

Gin was silent for a moment, and then she was crawling over to where Higuchi lay. “I’m not like him, you know. Not in that way. And if he tries to do anything to you, I’ll kill him myself.”

“It’s only natural he’d be concerned for you, Miss Akutagawa,” Higuchi replied quietly, watching Gin’s every move like a hawk. “You’re the only family he has.”

“How many times must I tell you to call me Gin?”

The closeness of Akutagawa’s sister was nerve-wracking enough even before Higuchi suddenly felt gentle presses into her sleeping bag, searching for an opening. “W-What are you doing?”

Gin found purchase then, and a smile could be heard in her voice as she replied, “This.”

Giggles bubbled up from the blonde’s lips before she could hope to quell them. She slapped a hand over her mouth to muffle herself as Gin gently pinched and traced her ribs, her sides, even her back – anywhere she could reach in the darkness.

“M-Mihihihiss Akutagahahahawa,” she sputtered, blushing furiously, trying to roll over or squirm away but impeded by the very sleeping bag she lay in. “Plehehehehehease!”

“Relax, Ichiyo. I’m the one who suggested this camping trip, remember? It’s all on me if Ryuunosuke gets upset about it.”

“Thahahahahahat dohohohohoesn’t hehehehehelp—”

“Why not?”

“Behehehehehecause…!” Higuchi squealed when Gin found her hips, covering her mouth again and blindly reaching for the other woman. “Ehehehehehe! Plehehehehehease stohohohohohop, Miss—”

“Gin,” Gin insisted, squeezing her hips again.

Higuchi barely bit back a shriek as she finally found her companion’s arms in the darkness of the tent and gripped them for dear life, pleading, “Gihihihihihihin!”

At last the tickling stopped, leaving the blonde gasping for breath and smiling up at where she knew the dark-haired woman was, barely able to regain her thoughts before she felt another kind of tickle – this one the puff of breath on her cheek as Gin leaned down to whisper in her ear.

“Besides, when we’re so far from Yokohama, he can’t stop us from having a little fun~”

*

55) Lee Dazai, Ler Chuuya

“Chuuya left me all alooooone,” Dazai lamented pathetically, flopping back onto his beach towel with the back of his hand to his forehead like a damsel in distress. “I’ve been so lonely!”

Chuuya, for his part, merely rolled his eyes as he sat beside him on his own towel, still dripping from his dip in the ocean. “Shut up, mackerel. I left to cool down for like, five minutes, tops.”

“So loooooonely!”

The mafioso scoffed, but he was struggling to hide his smirk at this point. He knew Dazai was more interested in soaking up the sun than actually getting in the water on today’s outing – one of their exceedingly rare shared days off – but he couldn’t help but share the sentiment that he hadn’t wanted to be away for too long. They rarely got to see each other outside of fighting on the job; he didn’t want to waste it not being with him.

Still…

“You’re being so dramatic,” he murmured, reaching down to poke Dazai’s exposed ribs. “Did you seriously miss me that much?”

Dazai squeaked and grinned, eyes shooting up to meet Chuuya’s. “You were gone for so long!”

“Again, five minutes at most.” The redhead didn’t even try to hide his smirk at this point, swinging a leg over to straddle his partner’s hips as he trailed his fingers up and down Dazai’s bare torso. “Chill out, would ya? We’re trying to relax today.”

“I ahahahaham relahahahaxed,” Dazai giggled, unsure what to do with his arms as the mafioso tickled him. It was obvious he didn’t want to fight back, but he didn’t want to put his hands up and surrender so easily, either. Instead he settled for waving them around in an uncoordinated and random pattern that had even Chuuya grinning with amusement.

“Idiot,” he chuckled, quickly daring his hands up to scribble in Dazai’s armpits, immediately making the detective settle on a decision and shoot them down protectively.

“W-WAHAHAIT – NOT THEHEHEHERE!! NOT HEHEHEHEHERE!!” he cried helplessly, laughing louder and trying to cover up his mouth with one hand while pushing at Chuuya with the other. “CHUUYA!!”

The redhead smirked but did as he was asked and moved back to a less ticklish spot. “All right, fine. You don’t want everyone to hear how ticklish you are. I get it.”

“Shuhuhuhuhush,” Dazai shot back halfheartedly, giggling contentedly as Chuuya scribbled over his ribs. “Ehehehehehehehe, Chuhuhuhuhuhuuya!”

“Still feeling lonely?” Chuuya asked.

Dazai’s smile was entirely genuine when he replied, “Nohohohohohoho.”

“Good. Then you won’t mind if I get back in the water?”

“Chuuyaaaaaa!”

Chuuya couldn’t help but laugh. “I’m messing with you, dumbass. You know I won’t stop until you’re good and done.”

Dazai decided to use his flailing arms to cover his blushing face in response.

*

56) Lee Akutagawa, Ler Atsushi

“Tell me you’re not wearing that coat on the beach, Ryu.”

“You know I am.”

Atsushi did know, and despite how out of place he knew it would make his boyfriend look, he understood why he insisted on wearing it. They’d be in a public place, surrounded by potential threats. He needed – wanted – to have it on him.

“All right,” the weretiger conceded, putting his prepacked beach bag by the door and turning to face his partner with a small smile. “But before we go out there and you roast alive inside that thing…can I at least see you shirtless in here?”

Akutagawa paused. He considered for a long few moments, then slowly shrugged out of his black overcoat and draped it gently across the bed. Thin white fingers moved to the top button of his shirt, sliding to each next one slower than the last. By the time he’d reached the last two, he’d stopped entirely, visibly torn.

“Weretiger…”

“It’s okay,” Atsushi said hurriedly, moving to stand in front of him, wrapping his arms around his partner’s waist. “You don’t have to. I’m impressed you got that far, actually.”

Akutagawa seemed to relax, relieved he wasn’t being pressured into taking a step he wasn’t entirely ready for. “One day,” he promised.

“I know,” Atsushi murmured, kissing his cheek. “Don’t rush yourself, all right? Only when you’re ready, Ryu.”

Akutagawa kissed him to show his gratitude, wrapping his arms around Atsushi’s shoulders.

Atsushi kissed him back for a minute, then pulled away and grinned. “You know, you did get most of the shirt unbuttoned.”

“I did.”

“Which means you’ve given me access to most of your upper body.”

“…weretiger?”

Atsushi slipped his fingers into Akutagawa’s open shirt, gently scribbling along his upper ribs, fully prepared for the struggling that would follow. He giggled along with his boyfriend as they collapsed onto the bed together, Atsushi on top, tickling easily and ruthlessly as Aku grunted and whimpered and essentially did everything in his power not to laugh.

“Come on, Ryu,” Atsushi teased softly, grasping his wrists and pushing them above his head when he tried to fight back, his free hand shifting into a half-tiger form with long, unbearably ticklish claws. He raked them gently along his boyfriend’s skin, but it was enough to make Akutagawa very nearly scream as he finally dissolved into raspy laughter.

“Gahahahahahahahaha! Stohohohohohohohop, weretihihihihihiger!” he cried, face lit up in a bright smile despite himself. He struggled uselessly, though it was clear he wasn’t uncomfortable with the situation. Just caught off-guard. “I hahahahahahahahate you!”

“I just want to see you smile,” Atsushi cooed, purposely digging his claws in a little rougher, searching for the ultimate weak spots along the backs of Akutagawa’s ribs, enjoying how his struggling turned more frantic, his laughter more panicked.

“Nohohohohoho, no! Dohohohohon’t – not thahahahahahat spot, plehehehehehehease, weretiger!” Akutagawa begged, eyes alight with something akin to playfulness. Then his partner found the sweet spot, and he arched his back and screeched, “NOHOHOHOHOHO!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA FUHUHUHUHUHUCK, STOHOHOHOHOHOHOP IT!!”

Atsushi smiled lovingly down at him as he writhed and cackled. “But I’m not going to get to do this all day. I want to get my fill now, Ryuunosuke~” He whispered the last word directly in his boyfriend’s ear, knowing it would make him go crazy.

Sure enough, Akutagawa howled with mirth, kicking uselessly and trying to squirm out of Atsushi’s grip, his adorable dimples finally making their appearance. “PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE, ATSUSHI!! ANYWHEHEHEHEHEHEHERE BUT THEHEHEHEHEHEHERE!!”

Atsushi eventually moved on to tickle other spots, but not before he leaned down to soak up all of Akutagawa’s rare, crazed laughter with a passionate kiss.

*

57) Lee Tachihara, Ler Chuuya

Chuuya plopped down with the large bowl of popcorn unceremoniously, stuffing a handful into his mouth as he mumbled, “All right, what crap are we watching today?”

Tachihara gave him a look. “Don’t get too excited, now.”

“Tch, what? You always pick bad movies. I’m just bracing myself.”

“Because your movies are so much better.”

“Excuse me for preferring something other than blood and gore horror!”

“That’s literally your life; how can you be so squeamish?”

“It’s because it’s my life that I want something else, asshole!”

Chuuya huffed to himself, but inwardly he couldn’t help but feel giddy at the exchange. He didn’t really have what he’d consider friends in his life; even calling Tachihara anything other than a coworker was pushing it, really, but it was the closest thing he had to any kind of friendly relationship besides that stupid Dazai, and sometimes he just wanted to hang out with the other redhead.

Even if most of their conversations did go like this.

“Fine, what do you want to watch, boss?” Tachihara groaned, reaching for a handful of popcorn.

“Why would I tell you? You always laugh at my choices.”

“Because they’re lame romcoms.”

“Not all of them!” Chuuya protested.

Tachihara smirked. “Well, I guess there was that one time you wanted to try a darker romance and you got more than you bargained for—”

“You shut your mouth!” Chuuya snapped, throwing a handful of popcorn at the other man, who flinched and laughed. Annoyed – but still feeling oddly playful – the mafioso set the bowl aside and lunged for Tachihara, tackling him onto the cushions of the couch and finding purchase in his ribs. “Fine, you want to laugh? I’ll give you something to laugh about!”

“Ah! Nohohohoho, wahahahahait – no fahahahahahair! Don’t tihihihihihihickle me!” Tachihara cackled despite himself, trying to curl up but failing miserably. He squirmed and laughed under Chuuya’s surprisingly gentle onslaught, trying to push him away. “You ahahahahahass! We can wahahahahahatch whatever, just lehehehehehemme go!”

“Maybe I wanna teach you a little respect for your superiors first, Band-Aid.”

“Oh, sohohohohoho orihihihihiginal! Nihihihihice insult – gah, shihihihihihit!” Tachihara arched his back with a shriek when Chuuya dove a hand into his armpit. “Fine, okahahahahay, you win! I respehehehehehehect you! Fuhuhuhuhucker, let me gohohohohoho!”

Chuuya scoffed. “Sounds like you respect me.” But he relented anyway, settling back into his original position and picking up the bowl of popcorn.

Tachihara groaned as he sat up, then swiped the bowl from his boss and stuffed another handful of buttery kernels into his mouth. “I do, you know. Respect you.”

Chuuya yanked the bowl back. “Shut up and pick one of your lame horror flicks, Tachi.”

The other redhead smirked to himself as he grabbed the remote and began to scroll through the options. Being friends with Chuuya was…interesting. But it certainly was never boring, and he liked it that way.

*

58) Lee Atsushi, Ler Dazai

“I would have to tell you,” Dazai murmured in a low, teasing voice in time with the man on the TV screen, “you have bewitched me body and soul—”

“Dazai!” Atsushi squealed, covering up his blushing face as his partner slid an arm around his waist and pulled him closer.

“And I love…I love…I love you~”

Atsushi burst into giggles. “Shut up!”

“I never wish to be parted from you from this day on,” Dazai teased, whispering into his ear directly now.

“Stoooooop,” Atsushi whined, shoving at his chest and turning his face away, red as a strawberry. He was already flustered enough as it was, but then the brunette leaned into kiss his neck, and he scrunched up into another round of giggles. “Dahahazai!”

The detective chuckled softly, the arm around his waist sliding up to squeeze his side and make him jump in his seat, barely aware of the couple onscreen anymore.

“Isn’t it just so romantic, Atsushi?” he sighed dreamily, kissing his neck and ears and softly squeezing up and down his side and hip. “I do love that word choice. Bewitched. Makes it all sound so naughty.”

Atsushi didn’t even know what to do with himself anymore other than giggle and squirm, but Dazai’s arms around him kept him from even doing the latter half of that. He felt like he would combust, his face was so hot.

“Dahahahahahazai,” he whined. “Plehehehehehehease!”

“Hmm?” The detective hummed innocently, grinning against his jaw as he placed a kiss there. “Don’t you like my affection, dearest?”

Atsushi did – he liked it quite a lot, really – but he always felt so undeserving of it. So when the brunette was showering him with love like this, he didn’t know what to do other than protest and blush wildly. Not that the second one of those was in his control.

“Maybe you’d like it more if there were more tickles?” Dazai teased, bringing his other hand into the mix now, scribbling and squeezing along both of his sides and even up to his ribs now, and Atsushi let out a shriek as he finally toppled over, his partner right behind him, trapping him and tickling him consistently but gently, knowing he wasn’t entirely used to the sensation yet.

“Nohohohohoooo! Dazai, plehehehehehehease!” Atsushi whined, the giggles being pulled out of him making him feel loads lighter despite his reservations.

Dazai grinned down at him. “Please what? You haven’t specified, my love~”

“Dahahahahahazai!”

“Well…if you won’t tell me what you want, I can only assume you mean please keep going, right, dearest?” The brunette leaned down to kiss his cheeks and nose and lips in rapid succession, never letting up on his tickling onslaught. “Anything for you, my adorable Atsushi~”

*

59) Lee Fyodor, Ler Dazai

“Samyy dorogoy,” Fyodor murmured, seemingly unbothered despite his position. “I know you’re not seriously about to do what I think you are.”

Dazai smirked. “Do you know? Or are you just trying not to beg me?”

“We’re supposed to be stargazing.”

“You are stargazing.”

“Am I?”

“Of course.” Dazai beamed. “What stars could be prettier than the ones in my eyes?”

Fyodor snorted, but the tiniest quirk of his lips was everything to the detective.

Their night had started innocently enough. They’d been taking in the constellations together, Fyodor’s head in Dazai’s lap in a rare gesture of intimacy the Russian almost never allowed. Dazai, for his part, had been murmuring sweet nothings and kissing his fingers and just generally getting him so relaxed that he wouldn’t be prepared for the fast one he inevitably intended to pull.

“The fast one” being forcing Fyodor’s arms above his head and sitting on them so he was trapped in a precarious position, his weakest spots wide open.

“Besides,” the detective said now, beginning his assault without any pomp or circumstance whatsoever. “It’s not like a little tickling is going to kill you or anything~”

Fyodor clamped his lips shut, but it was a useless endeavor and he knew it. Within moments he was giggling helplessly, and within a minute he was cackling, arching his back and kicking his legs in a frantic effort to escape his partner’s devious clutches.

Dazai dug into his armpits with an unfair amount of vigor, relishing the screeches and loud laughter he got for his efforts.

“There now, see? Doesn’t it feel good to laugh, my love?”

“DAHAHAHAHAHAZAI!!” Fyodor nearly screamed, unable to help the cascades of hysterical laughter that flew out of him at the detective’s precise touch. “STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP IT!! POZHAHAHAHAHAHALUSTAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

Watching his conniving, brilliant partner lost in the throes of his own mirth like this was heaven on Earth to Dazai, and so he couldn’t quite bring himself to let up so soon. “Aww, but I only just got started, bunny~ I want to hear you beg me, remember?”

Fyodor cursed his name and laughed until he was nearly breathless, writhing and pleading for mercy all the way.

*

60) Switches Shin Soukoku

There were a lot of things about Akutagawa that Atsushi found cute. His scowl, his smirks, the way he’d sometimes tuck a strand of hair behind his ear only for the wind to immediately blow it back into his face, his dimples – the list went on, truly.

But without a doubt, one of the most adorable things about him was the way he desperately fought to hold in his mirth when Atsushi was tickling him.

He was doing it now – laying on the grass with the weretiger on top of him, one of his hands clamped across his mouth to muffle himself, the other gripping his partner’s shoulder and trying to push him away, his face turning darker red with each passing second.

“Give it up,” Atsushi teased in a low purr that he knew would drive his partner crazy. “You know you can’t hold out forever, Ryu~”

To prove his point, he dragged his fingers down his partner’s bony ribs in a raking motion that made him arch his back and positively cackle from behind his hand.

With a triumphant smirk, Atsushi used his tiger’s strength to rip said hand from his lips and repeat the raking motion, forcing Akutagawa to screech and laugh openly, the raspiness of it making the weretiger’s heart soar.

“Cheheheheheheheater!” Aku accused, both hands trying to push him away now, his mirth apparent and uncontrollable. “We’re in the ohohohohohohopen – Ahahahahahahatsushi!”

“Whaaaaat? We chose a private part of the park on purpose, remember?” Atsushi giggled, digging his thumb into the flesh just below Akutagawa’s ribs.

The mafioso threw his head back and keened, tapping out within seconds. “FUHUHUHUCKING STAHAHAHAHAHAP ALREHEHEHEHEHEADY!!”

With a mock pout, Atsushi did as he was asked and let him breathe, running his hand up and down his thigh instead. “Fiiiiine. But no one saw, you know. I wouldn’t tickle you in public unless I knew we were alone.”

Akutagawa paused, taking an extra second to catch his breath before asking, “Are you sure we’re alone?”

Atsushi brushed his bangs from his eyes. “Of course, Ryu.”

Suddenly the weretiger felt the ground against his back as his partner flipped the script and took up a position on top, grinning downright wickedly as he forced his hand under Atsushi’s shirt to wiggle a finger directly into his belly button.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHA WHAHAHAHAHAT?! NO FAHAHAHAHAHAHAIR!!” Atsushi screamed, laughter bursting out of him before he could take a big enough breath to accommodate for it. He writhed on the ground and tried to squirm away, but Akutagawa’s knees were pressed firmly against his hips, keeping him in place as he tickled. “EHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE RYUUUUU!!”

“Whaaaat?” Akutagawa mocked, grinning at the hysterics he was producing with just a single finger. “You said yourself no one was watching, weretiger. It’s only fair you take what you dish out.”

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I love how I said I'd write ler Dazai and then I proceeded to spawn this in the span of like 3 secs-💀

What does that say about me? That im very lee for Poe

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Poe x gn!reader (romantic)

Lee: reader

Ler: Poe

Warnings: Tickles!

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You had always wanted to give writing a try, especially after watching your partner write countless novels to defeat his rival. But you just wanted to do it for fun, and what better time to start than now during summer?

It was all going great, your boyfriend made you your own little nook besides his own desk with enough pen and paper to write 'till your hearts content! Except there was one problem...

"Ugh!" you let out a loud grunt of annoyance as you crumbled yet another piece of paper and chucked it to the trashbin.

"What's wrong, love?" Poe looked up at you from his own desk, setting his manuscript aside to tend at you.

"These stupid words won't write themselves!" you pouted like a 'lil kid, even crossing your arms and slouching on your seat. This only made Poe chuckle at your little outburst.

"Why, that's part of the process!" he tried to encourage, but your pout only grew heavier as you tilted your head away from him. A small frown crossed his face as he scooted closer to you. "What seems to be the problem, dear?".

"I don't know... it's just so hard...!" you whined out, throwing your hands up in frustration. "I didn't think it'd be this complicated to write a story..." a soft sigh escaped your lips. "How do you do it?".

"W-well... there isn't a concrete answer for that... But I assure you, with time it'll get easier." he said with a soft smile but noticed you were still all sour. "Hmm... what if you set that aside for now and take your mind elsewhere? Maybe approaching it with a clear mind will help".

"Fine..." you softly grumbled out, comedically plopping yourself down across Poe's lap. His face turned brighter at the sight of you sprawled all cutely over his lap. "Blegh! You reek of raccoon..." you teased him playfully, causing him to let out a mock gasp of offence.

"You have a point there..." he let out a chuckle, his eyes glowing when he saw you smiling up at him. "You're so pretty when you smile...~" he suddenly spoke in a more affectionate tone. It caught you by surprise, making your cheeks flush. You tried hiding your ever-growing grin behind your hand. "Aww, don't hide. I wanna see that adorable smile of yours" he tried gently prying your hands away, both of you giggling at the playful back and forward. "Fine, you wanna be stubborn? I'll just t-tickle you then!~". He'd usually get flustered by the t-word, but in this case he had an objective in mind, seeing that smile (and maybe hear those adorable snorts of laughter).

Before you could process what he said, your eyes widened as Poe's fingers started to delicately dance across your midriff. The flood of giggles was too strong to keep intact and they soon started to pour out while you kept your hand stubbornly stuck on your face and tried using your free one to playfully swat his own away.

"As adorable as those giggles are, I still want to see that smile~" you could see the teasing grin grow on your boyfriend's face as his fingers climbed up and down your sides like tiny spiders, occassionally giving your ribs a quick prod to get you to squeak.

"GyaHAha! P-Poe, t-this isn't fahahair!" you complained through your giggle fit. Your cheeks, all the way down your neck, starting to turn red in embarrassment.

"Now dear, I never said I played fair~" without further warning, he shot his wiggly fingers under your arms.

"WAH-! WAHAHAIT! S-STYAHAHAP!!" you thrashed and kicked your legs around. Your body practically bouncing in his lap. You couldn't hold it anymore and your arms soon cane crashing down. Poe let out a gasp at the sight of your smile, feeling his cheeks heat up a bit as he stopped tickling you.

"Your smile is... so beautiful" he spoke with a warm smile or his own forming. Your smile was so big and bright, nothing in this world could convince him otherwise of how highly he thought of it. He then snapped back to reality "O-oh, sorry! Did I take it too far...?" he asked concernedly, helping you sit up straight and rubbing soothing circles along your back.

"Ehehe... yeah, I'm fine" you replied with that same smile that always made his heart swoon for you without fail. "Actually, I think that just gave me an idea!~" you cheered out as you quickly went back to writing.

Poe looked a bit puzzled at first but decided to shrug it off, everyone gains inspiration in one way or another. "Glad I could help" he placed a gentle kiss on your temple before returning to his own desk, excitedly waiting to see what you'd cook up for him.

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Haha ler Poe am I right

#bsd #bsd tickle #bsd tickle fic #tickle fic #bsd x reader #edgar allan poe #x reader #poe x reader #ler!poe #lee!reader

[stopiteatpopcorn]

Ello! Hello, Hellooo little bug~ We were talking about this earlier, but I think Ler Ranpo would look amazing in your writing style! It's a small request but take all the time you need to write it. I won't rush you! Take your time and have fun with it.

A Birthday Filled With Laughter

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Fandom: Bungo Stray Dogs

Characters: Ler!Ranpo 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 a bright and sunny day out, but you had decided to stay in despite it being a special day. You were chilling on the couch when all of a sudden came a knock at the door. Wondering who it could possibly be, since you didn’t remember inviting anyone over for any plans, you waited it out. Another knock. And another. You eventually got up, hesitantly opening the door. It was Ranpo!

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t the birthday person themselves~ about time you let me in! Jeez, do you know how long you made me wait out here?” The detective whined.

“Well sorry, I didn’t think anyone would come over- I mean- it isn’t that big of a deal-“ he simply put a finger up to your lips, raising his eyebrow at you.

“Nuh uh uh- Shut it. None of that, I didn’t come here for nothing! Especially after I brought you all these snacks!”

“Well you didn’t have to go out of your way to do that!”

“You’re right, but they were on sale and I convinced Poe to gimme some extra money, so take ‘em!” He shoves a basket full of snacks, ranging from your favorite chips to your favorite candies, into your hands. Then before you could even decline, he waltzed through the door and slumped himself onto the couch. “So, what’re you watching? Something boring?” He asked. You merely shrugged, going to sit beside him.

“I dunno…Some random show. But don’t you think it’s a little boring just sitting and doing nothing? I mean you don’t have to stay!”

“Well, I did have a little idea..~” He smirked, looking at you as he pushed his glasses up slightly. He had a mischievous glint in his eyes that made you flinch and quickly try to get up, however you were too slow as he dragged you back down to the couch, wrapping his arms around you. “Nawww what’s the matter~? This is just my other gift to you~!”

“Ranpo- don’t you dare! I swear I wihihill- hehehey-!” You interrupted yourself with giggles as you felt two nimble hands slowly tracing up and down your sides.

“You’ll what~? You’ll laugh~? Well I sure hope you would, that’s the point!” He grinned at you, continuing to lightly tickle you. His hands trailed up to your ribs, gently squeezing and making you squeal! “Nawww~ This is adorable~!”

“Rahahanpo! Nahahaha-!” You giggled even harder when his fingers traced up to your neck, and then trailed down your back.

“Seems like someone isn’t bored now huh~?” He observed, smirking at you. You went to protest, but all that came out were more giggles. “That’s it, keep giggling! I know you’re enjoying this~!” He called out, making you blush in embarrassment.

“Shuhuhut uhahap!” You squealed, hiding your face in your hands.

“Hmm…No~ You know it’s true, so I’ll keep going until you ask me to really stop, okay?” You nodded in response, as you spent the rest of your birthday giggling up a storm!

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A/N: OMG HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY DEAREST VANITY!! CANT BELIEVE ITS YOUR BIRTHDAY RAAAAA! I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS FIC AND THE ART, I POWERED THROUGH MY WRITERS BLOCK AND ART BLOCK FOR THIS!! ANYWAYS ONCE AGAIN HAPPY BIRTHDAYYY!

#I LOVE YOU SO MUCH MY DEAR #<3333 #ler!ranpo #lee!reader #sfw tickle community #sfw tk blog #sfw tickling community #bsd tickles #bsd tickle fic #bsd tickle #tickle fic

[deysialfher]

Os 100 livros para ler antes de morrer

Os livros lidos estão riscados!

A arte da guerra (Sun Tzu)

Hamlet (william Shakespeare)

O banquete  (Platão)

A divina comédia - Inferno (são 3 livros) (Dante Alighieri)

O processo de Kafka (Kafka)

O morro dos ventos uivantes (Emilly Bronte)

O pequeno príncipe (Antoine de Saint – Exupéry)

Orgulho e preconceito (Jane Austen)

O princípe (Nicolau Maquiavel)

A Odisseia (Homero)

O vermelho e o negro (Stendhal)

O velho e o mar (Ernest Hemingwai)

Homem invisível (Ralph Ellison)

Dom Quixote (Miguel de Cervantes)

Moby Dick (Herman Melville)

1984  (George Orwell)

Crime e castigo (Fyodor M. Dostoyevsky)

A Ilíada (Homero)

Madame Bovary (Gustave Flaubert)

A montanha mágica (Thomas Mann)

Cem anos de solidão (Gabriel Garcia Marquez)

Otelo (William Shakespeare)

Ulysses (James Joyce)

Guerra e Paz (Leo Tolstoy)

As viagens de Gulliver (Jonathan Swift)

O nome da rosa (Umberto Eco)

Alice no País das maravilhas (Lewis Carroll)

Vinte mil léguas submarinas (Julio Verne)

Leviatã (Thomas Hobbes)

Fahrenheit 451 (Ray Bradbury)

Armas, germes e aço: os destinos das sociedades humanas (Jared Diamond)

O diário de Anne Frank (Anne Frank)

O conto da aia (Margaret Atwood)

O iluminado (Stephen King)

O sol é para todos (Harper Lee)

A revolução dos bichos (George Orwell)

A flecha de Deus (Chinua Achebe)

Utopia (Thomas More)

Gargantua (François Rabelais)

Pantagruel (François Rabelais)

Ensaio sobre a Cegueira (José Saramago)

Édipo Rei (Sófocles)

Os miseráveis (Victor Hugo)

Os Lusíadas (Luis de Camões)

Os três mosquiteiros (Alexandre Dumas)

Decamerão  (Giovanni Boccaccio)

As mil e uma noites (Sem autor)

Amor no tempo do cólera (Gabriel Garcia Marquez)

A epopeia de Gilgamesh (Sem autor)

O livro do Desassossego (Fernando Pessoa)

Livro de jó (Bíblia Sagrada)

O retrato de Dorian Gray (Oscar Wilde)

Ismael: um romance da condição humana (Daniel Quinn)

Medeia (Euripides)

Robinson Crusoé (Daniel Defoe)

Contos de Andersen (Hans Christian Andersen)

Conde de Monte Cristo (Alexandre Dumas)

O mundo de Sofia (Jostein Gaarder)

A condição humana (Hannah Arendt)

Laranja mecânica (Anthony Burgess)

O elogio da loucura (Erasmo de Roterdã)

A sangue frio (Truman Capote)

Ardill 22 (Joseph Heller)

Adeus às armas (Ernest Hemingway)

Admirável mundo novo (Aldous Huxley)

Todos os Contos (Edgar Allan Poe)

A morte de Ivan Ilyuich (Leo Tolstoy)

Mahabharata (sem autor)

Contos de Canterbury (Geoffrey Chaucer)

Os irmãos Karamazov (Fyodor M Dostoyevsky)

Tom Jones (Henry Fielding)

A consciência de Zeno (Italo Svero)

Amada (Toni Morrison)

Os filhos da meia-noite (Salman Rushdie)

O tambor (Gunter Grass)

O idiota (Fyodor M Dostoyevsky)

As metamorfoses (Ovídio)

O som da montanha (Yasunari Kawabata)

Ensaios (Michel de Montaigne)

Senhor das moscas (William Golding)

As vinhas da Ira (John Steinbeck)

O grande Gatsby (F. Scott Fitzgerald)

O jogo da amarelinha (Julio Cortázar)

O estrangeiro (Albert Camus)

Memórias de Adriano (Marguerite Yourcenar)

O lobo da Estepe (Herman Hesse)

O apanhador no campo de Centeio (J. D. Salinger)

Rumo o farol (Virginia Woolf)

O castelo (Franz Kafka)

Anna Karenina (Leo Tolstoy)

O som e a fúria (William Faulkner)

O homem sem qualidades (Robert Musil)

As aventuras de Huckleberry Finn (Mark Twain)

Almas mortas (Nikolai Gogol)

Pedro Paramo (Juan Rulfo)

Folhas de relva (Walt Whitman)

Viagem ao fim da noite (Louis Ferdinand Celine)

Lolita (Vladimir Nabokov)

Eneida         (Virgílio)

Em busca do tempo perdido (7 livros) (Marcel Proust)

#100alfher

[giggly-squiggily]

Bungo Stray Dogs Masterlist

Here's all the (tickle-centric) Bungo Stray Dogs fics I've written! :D

Full Masterlist

Updated: 1/26/24

SouKoku

Bite Me! (Lee!Dazai, Ler!Chuuya)

Shin Soukoku

Break Him Down (Lee!Akutagawa, Ler!Atsushi)

You Got A Friend In Me (Lee!Akutagawa, Ler!Atsushi)

Ranpoe

A New Kind Of Mystery (Lee!Ranpoe, Ler!Poe)

Armed Detective Agency

Operation WereTiger: BackFired! (Lee!Dazai, Ler!Atsushi) **Collab with intheticklecloset**

Play Dead! (Lee!Dazai, Lers!Kunikida, Atsushi)

Roommate Tax? (Lee!Dazai Ler!Chuuya, Kunikida)

Taking Note (Lee!Dazai, Ler!Kunikida)

Written Out Of Context (Lee!Dazai, Ler!Kunikida)

#masterlist

[chalterdh22]

Day 31: Poe, Finn and Rey in Aftercare

Lee: Poe Dameron

Ler: Rey and Finn

Summary:  Poe ends up getting injured and Rey and Finn are there to help him.  come to find out, the injury isn’t bad at all, but totally worth discovering it and other things about their friend.

Warnings: This is a tickle fic, so if that’s not your thing, don’t read.  Fluffy, friend humor.

Poe had stumbled back into their ship.  Finn ran off to get some medical supplies and Rey was trying her best to be gentle with him, but that wasn’t her nature really.  “Where did the blade cut you?”  she asked frantically.

“My side,” he gasped, holding a spot on his right side tightly.

“Let me see!” She ripped his hand away and pulled up his under shirt to see this huge gash.  “Poe, really?”

“What?  It hurts so bad!!!”  He grabbed his side again.

“Seriously Poe!  I thought you were dying here!  Stop messing around, it’s barely a scratch!”

“Why does it hurt so bad?” he asked moaning.

“I don’t know.  Maybe you pulled a muscle.” she guessed, kneeling down next to where he was sitting on the floor.  “Here, let me look again to make sure."  He nodded and lifted his shirt back up.

She reached out and lightly touching it making him flinch.  “Sorry, I’m trying to see if there’s a muscle cramping.  I won’t touch it directly then.”  She then took two to massage around the mark and this time he curled up and let out a quick laugh.  “Whoa!  Sorry Poe!  What was that?”

He quickly removed the grin from his face and sat back straight up.  “Nothing,”

“Nothing what?”  Finn came jogging back with arms full of medical supplies.  Rey chuckled looking at him, realizing he wouldn’t need any of that for his tiny scratch.

“Oh, Poe’s just really sensitive today is all.” she said smirking back at him.  “I’m trying to help him with his injury, and he keeps moving away from me!” 

“Come on Poe, let her help!  Is it really that bad?”  Finn asked concerned.  Poe just stared blankly at Rey, like waiting for her to say something.

“No, no.  It’s nothing actually.  I feel much better now!”  He started to stand up when Rey grabbed tightly around his arm.

“Nonsense,” she said, pulling him back to a seated position on the floor.  “I’ll help tend your wounds,” she said condescendingly. 

“Let her help, Poe.  Stop being so stubborn!”  At this point, Rey had the biggest smile on her face, as Poe had a look of fear.  Finn was just standing by watching, not sure what to expect.

Rey finally pulled him forward to her, and then threw him on the ground, pinning one arm above his head with her arm, and a knee pinned his other arm.  He let out a gasp as his back hit the ground.

“Geeze, Rey.  Careful!”  Finn said, looking still concerned over his friend and his wounds.  “We are trying to help him get better, not injury him more!”

“Yeah, Rey!”  Poe said, still trying to sit up.

“Oh, I am helping.  Let’s take a look at this wound again.  Finn, can you get me some gauze and tape please.  Oh, we should put some ointment on it first though.”  Finn gladly gave her all those things as Poe really started struggling under her weight.

“I’m good Rey.  Really!”  Finn put some ointment on her fingers, and she started massaging it all over Poe’s defenseless rip cage, around his tiny mark.

He let out a gasp and a laugh and started to kick, trying to know her off of him.  “Sttttoopppp iittttt, Rrrreeeeeeeyyy~!”  He barely got it out.

“Why are you tickling him?”  Finn asked, confused, but grinning slightly.  Laughter was contagious it seemed.

“I’m not, I’m healing his sore.”  She said sweetly.  “Hand me a piece of gauze please.”  Finn put a piece in her free hand, and she was dabbing it all around the same area.  “It really does feel like there’s a know her, Poe.  Oh, wait, it just shifted down a few inches!”  Then she attached his ribs a few down from his injury.

“SSSSttttopopppp itttt!  Puuuuhleeease!” 

“Stop being such a baby.”  Finn said, now wanting to join in.  He went straight for his hips and squeezed, sending poor Poe’s body off the floor, almost bucking Rey off too.  He was belly laughing so hard, he couldn’t fight anymore, so he tried to curl up the best as he could, against his best friends’ attacks.

“Ok, ok.  I think he’s healed now Rey.”  Finn said, standing up.  She stopped as well, stood up and offered him a hand, which he accepted.

“You guys are the best.”  Poe said sarcastically.

“Yup and don’t you forget it!!!”

#augtickletober2023 #tickletober #tickle content #tickle fluff #tickle fic #star wars #poe dameron #rey star wars #finn star wars #oscar isaac

[italeean]

Hi, Elle! I saw you’ve written for BSD before and wanted to know if you had any tk headcanons for Ranpo? 🥺 If you’ve made any before, I’d love to be linked them to read!

Helloooo how are you? I wanted to start with something soft before diving back into my requests, and your hcs arrived just at the right timing!! I wanted to thank the amazing tumblr user @jettorii for helping me with these amazing ideas, and here I'll leave you the link to his own ranpo hcs, and trust me, they're A.M.A.Z.I.N.G. Buona lettura 💚🩶❤ (Have a nice reading)

Ranpo Hcs

Lee

Level of sensitivity: 9/10

His worst spots are his tummy and his ears

He totally has squeaky giggles, like a kid, and his laughter is contagious

He's a squirmer, and he kicks with his legs

He cannot handle people blowing in his ears, and Dazai always has some secret to whisper in his ear...

Sometimes he tries to ambush people, but it utterly backfires... especially with Yosano

Sometimes Fukuzawa uses tickling as a punishment (see the episode of bsd wan where Rampo ate Fukuzawa's cake, but I think that this scene has potential)

TICKLE FIGHTS WITH KENJI. PERIOD.

No matter how bad he gets tickled, he'll keep being sassy, witty and a little know-it-all

Sometimes the members of the Agency tickle him to tire him out when he eats too many snacks and goes on a sugar high... which is very often

Ler

Two words: LITTLE. SHIT.

He's the type to laugh along with his lee, and make a fake low-pitched evil laugh... which makes the whole situation even more flustering

He's a playful ler in general, while Dazai and Yosano are more sadistic and evil

He uses his super deduction to find every single spot on his lee, paying attention to every spot he reaches and taking mental notes of every reaction

He's the only one who had the nerve to tickle Fukuzawa... and luckily for him, the President just laughed it off for once

When Atsushi joined the Agency, Ranpo picked on him all the time, making the poor weretiger screech under his pokes on a daily basis

He even wrecked Yosano once, when she tried to steal his snacks. Now people don't even ask him to share... they don't wanna be wrecked that badly

He's more likely to give squeezes and pokes, instead of light traces and scribbles (that's more Poe's style)... and he gives raspberries as often as he can

He loved tickling two lees at once as if he was playing piano

He wouldn't be that good at chasing people, because he has zero orientation skills. He he'll locate them in 2 seconds, but then he'll send someone else to get them for him

AAAAAAAAHHH RANPO WITH A KITTEN!! AKSJV I HAD TO PUT THIS GIF HERE!! 😭❤️

#bungo stray dogs tickle #bsd tickle #bsd headcanons #tickle hcs #ranpo tickle hcs #lee!ranpo #ticklish!ranpo #ler!ranpo #gh0stie 👻 ❤️ #i hope you like your tag

[nekomancee]

oiii, tudo bem? feliz festas!!

passei pra dizer que amo, amo mto a sua escrita (e capas também, claro!). Adoro a atmosfera que você consegue passar com as palavras e fiquei curiosa se, talvez, você tivesse alguns escritores a qual se inspira. Sempre gosto de conhecer autores novos, mas sou péssima pra procurar livros ;-;

Teria algumas indicações de livros para esse ratinho de livraria perdido?

Bjs!!

OIE!! BOAS FESTAS PRA VOCÊ TAMBÉM, CHUCHU!! espero que coma e aproveite bastante esse final de ano!

muito obrigado!!! é tão >BOM< ler e saber disso, de verdade! fico feliz demais que acompanhe o que eu escrevo e goste! tô toda quentinha e tchola 🩷 muito obrigado mesmo! E CLARO QUE EU POSSO! confesso que esse final de ano me deixou molenga pra ler uns livros que tenho guardado, mas vou te indicar alguns com o maior prazer!

ENTÃO! os escritores que mais me inspiram são: 1. Stephen King (acho que nem é novidade do jeito que eu sou fissurada por terror TwT). 2. Clive Barker, 3. Virginia Woolf, 4. Neil Gaiman, 5. Raphael Montes, 6. Edgar Allan Poe, 7. Fiodor Dostoiévski, 8. Haruki Murakami!!!!

agora os livros que eu dou uma recomendada (que acho que valem a pena ler, porque eu gostei TwT): 1. Declínio de um homem (Osamu Dazai), 2. O estranho misterioso (Mark Twain), 3. O Vilarejo (Raphael Montes), 4. Seres Mágicos e Histórias Sombrias (Neil Gaiman & ++), 5. Sobre os ossos dos mortos (Olga Tokarczuk), 6. O Silêncio dos Inocentes (Thomas Harris), 7. Crônica do Pássaro de Corda (Murakami), 8. Orgulho e Preconceito (amo esse romancezinho😭😭😭), 9. Nevernight (AMO ESSA FANTASIA.), 10. Salem's Lot (Stephen King).... TIPO ASSIM EU ESPERO QUE VC GOSTE DE ALGJM DESSES E ETC. . . . .... . se quiser mais eu tenho uma lista enorme 💌🧁 OBRIGADO PELA ASK!!!