#bsd tickle

[ijustliketickling]

where's the bsd fandom when we need them most!! lee!dazai is rarely here nowadays

i love ur art btw its so cute ｡°(°¯᷄◠¯᷅°)°｡

Hiii!!! Thankk uuu, am glad u do >w<

I wasn't sure if this was a request or not, but either way it's the perfect excuse for my late birthday gift for Dazai >:333

Late happy birthday, Dazai! Don't you just love when your bandages gain life and start tickling you? Happens to everyone :D

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Ollo! Dunno if your requests are open, but if they are might I humbly request lee chuuya with any ler of your choice? I shall pay with virtual cereal and orange juice. <3 If not disregard this rq, and make sure to take care of yourself :D

Hihiii Anon~) Thank you very much for the request and yummies! I appreciate it a lot💕ヾ(❀╹◡╹)ﾉﾞ

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HIIII :D

I have a candy heart request!! XDDD

I hope you do like it!! And that you are doing well! <3 anywayssss here’s the request!! :)

💚 Cutie: “You can't hide from me, I can hear you laughing!"

💙 XOXO: “Hey, do you like raspberries?”

💜 Angel: “What happens if I do this?”

With SOUKOKU (ROMANTIC PLZZZZ)

Thank you so much for your time!! <33

💞Candy Hearts are OPEN!💞

MEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHE! Soukoku is so freaking great- I love me some Dazai Chuuya antics! I've got you covered, anon!

Cutie: "You can't hide from me, I can hear you laughing!" + XOXO: "Hey, do you like raspberries?" + Angel: "What happens if do this?"

“Chiiiiibiiiii~ You can’t hide from me- I can hear youuuuuu~”

That freaking drawl of his sent shivers across Chuuya’s nerves, quickening his heartrate. Let the record state now he was absolutely NOT hiding from Dazai- but rather he was strategically avoiding him to decide his next move.

The sound of footsteps coming closer had him holding his breath, pressing both hands against his lips as he peeked around the couch. He didn’t see him, but he could hear him. “Chiiiibiiiii~ Where are yoooooou~” Dazai cooed, lifting table clothes and poking into cabinets. “I know you’re in heeeeere~”

He stayed perfectly still, waiting with bated breath. Finally, it sounded like Dazai was leaving, his footsteps fading before disappearing completely. Once he was sure he was gone, he leaned out from behind the couch to check.

The living room was empty. Dazai was nowhere to be seen.

He let out a soundless sigh before turning around.

“Boo.” Dazai was nose to nose with him, and a high pitched scream ripped from his throat.

“DAZAI!” He croaked, scrambling backwards as he tried to get away. Despite laughing hysterically, Dazai was quick to grab his ankle, dragging him back and earning another dramatic howl. “WAHHAHAIT!”

“Oohohoh my GOD! Chibi, that was your best scream yet!” The brunette cried, tears in his eyes as he easily pinned Chuuya beneath him. From there he scratched and poked at his tummy, making the redhead flail and squeal. “That earns extra tickles! Holy crap that was amahahazing!”

“Shuuhuhuhut uhuhuhuhp! Ehahahahhahaa, thahahhat’s tehehehherrible! Whahhahahy the hehehell dihihihd you dohohohoho thahhahahat?” Chuuya tried to scold him despite laughing, his arguments weak and brittle beneath his boyfriend’s skilled touch. Arching, he tried to get away, shoving at Dazai’s face and shoulder as he kicked at the ground. “Dahahhahazahhhahai!”

“Ohohoho? Someone’s got too ticklish of a tummy? Hmmm?” Dazai growled playfully as he leaned in closer, pinning Chuuya’s flailing wrists with one hand. “What happens if I do this?”

“Dahhahazai-Ah! Dahahhazai, no! Nohohoho! No don’t you dahahhare!” Chuuya cried as his shirt and vest were undone, exposing his belly to the cold air. “Nohoohoho, dohohohon’t! Pleahahhahahse!”

“Chibi.” Dazai looked up at him with a devious smile, inches from his skin. “Do you like raspberries?”

“Nohoho, nohoho, nohohoOHOOHOHOHOHOOAHHH!” Chuuya all but hollered when Dazai blew a massive one right down the center. Several more followed, making the redhead laugh so hard he was crying. “STAHAHHAP! DAHHAHAZAI YOOHOHOU FUHUHUCK! EHAHHAHAHAHA!” “Ohohoh, naughty naughty! Chuuya said a bad word!” The brunette laughed against his skin, giving him a playful bite before letting him go. In return Chuuya rained mighty punches onto him- which felt more like cat paws batting at their owner. The brunette rolled away with a delighted giggle, grinning at his love as Chuuya gasped for air beside him. “Thahat was great! Ehehahahaha! I gotta tickle you there more often!”

“You son of a- COME HERE!” The tiny man raged as he tackled Dazai, going straight for the neck. “You wanna scream, huh? Well here! Scream for me!”

Thanks for reading!

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Just found that on my Pinterest-

I don’t have words to explain-

THIS IS SO CUTE THAT IM GOING TO AHHHHHHHHHHH- I love my Pinterest so much 🥹

I discovered the artist!! @caelanglang this is simply so pretty pretty pretty

[alinatk]

Tickles (Odazai)

Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs Characters: Osamu Dazai | Sakunosuke Oda Lee!Dazai Ler!Oda Summary: In a rare moment of peace away from the Port Mafia, Dazai and Oda share a simple life, until a casual conversation reveals a mysterious "torture method" used by Oda. Curious, Dazai demands a demonstration and, not only realizes that the calmest man in the underworld has a surprisingly provocative side, but also realizes that he is his new favorite victim. [Read also on Ao3] Notes (and spoiler):  I understand the criticism surrounding this "ship," which is the characters' ages. It's worth remembering that in some flashbacks in the anime, Dazai was 16, but when Oda died, he was already 18. This is an alternate history, so I'm considering a context where Oda is still alive, which is why Dazai is already of legal age.

(The art doesn't belong to me, I found it on Pinterest)

The sound of light rain hitting the windows filled the comfortable silence of the apartment. Dazai was sprawled on the sofa, flipping through an old magazine that clearly didn't interest him. His distracted gaze occasionally strayed to Oda, who was talking on his cell phone in the kitchen, his tone calm but firm.

"If they don't want to eat the vegetables, tell them they'll have to deal with Port Mafia-style torture."

A brief pause was followed by a soft sigh.

"No, it's nothing serious. Just say that, trust me."

Dazai immediately raised an eyebrow curiously, leaning forward to peer around the door frame. "Oda, did you just threaten innocent children with... Port Mafia torture?" He asked with a mischievous smile. "Have you been feeling nostalgic, or is this just a new pedagogical tactic?"

Oda calmly hung up his cell phone, returning to the living room with his hands in his pockets. "It was just the nanny. The kids were fussing about dinner"

"And you thought it was a good idea to evoke the psychological terror of your time in the Mafia?" Dazai laughed, tossing the magazine aside. "So? What secret method is this? I'm curious now"

Oda crossed his arms, a half-smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Are you sure you want to know?"

"Oh, please, I worked with you for years in the Mafia, nothing surprises me anymore" Dazai said, closing his eyes and spreading his arms in a theatrical surrender, as if ready to receive a fatal attack. "Do your worst, is this something that will kill me, by any chance?" He smiled at the possibility.

That was his cue. In a second, Oda approached with steps too calm and silent for Dazai to notice and then, with surprising precision, dug his fingers into the sides of his waist.

"Hey! What are you—ahhhahahaha, Oda!" He nearly jumped off the couch, trying to push away Oda's nimble hands, which were now attacking him with meticulously calculated tickles, first on his waist, then sliding down his ribs. "Is this the dreaded torture method?" He managed between laughs.

"It's working, isn't it?" Oda said with the most absurd calm in the world, even as he continued the attack, now aiming for his armpits, just to see the reaction intensify.

"Hahahahahaha! Stop, stahahahahahahap! That's not fair! Hahahahahaha! You're too serious to use that kind of tactic!"

"That's exactly why it works" Oda retorted, finally stopping and leaving Dazai slumped on the couch, his face flushed, panting, and his eyes watering from laughter.

For a moment, they were silent, but Dazai, catching his breath, turned to face him with an amused smile. "You're a very well-disguised demon, you know that?"

Oda settled in beside him. "And you should think twice before asking to 'see for yourself' next time" He smiled.

"Okay, fair enough, but I think I deserve some kind of compensation for this attack on my physical and moral integrity" Dazai said dramatically, lying down on the sofa.

Oda stared at him with his head slightly tilted. "Would you like me to cook something?"

"Hmm... no. My life energy was drained by cruel fingers, so I need something more therapeutic" He said, then stretched his feet out toward him with the most begging and dramatic expression possible. "A foot massage, please"

Oda arched an eyebrow. "You sound like I've beaten you"

"Almost, you attacked my soul"

Letting out a sigh with a hint of amusement, Oda took one of his feet and began to press gently, his thumbs moving along the entire length of the sole. For a few moments, everything went smoothly, until a small shiver ran through Dazai's body.

"Nnh!" He exclaimed.

Oda stopped, watching, and did it again, tracing his thumb lightly over the arch of his foot. Dazai immediately flinched and stifled a giggle.

"You're kidding" He said, and for the first time that day, he smiled with a little more than just the corner of his mouth. "Your feet are ticklish too?"

"N-No! I just... it's a very delicate area, you know? Full of nerve endings..." Dazai tried to argue, slowly pulling his foot away.

But Oda held firm. "Interesting. Very interesting."

"Don't you dare..."

But it was too late. As calm as ever, Oda slid his fingers across the sole of Dazai's foot with cruel precision.

The effect was instantaneous, he choked on laughter, kicked the air, and grabbed a cushion as a shield. "S-Stohohohohohop! Hahahahahaha! This is a double betrayal!"

"I'm just exploring alternative relaxation therapy methods" Oda countered, impassive, alternating between light touches on the arch and toes, where Dazai's most vulnerable points seemed to be, judging by the half-laughing cries and desperate moans escaping him.

"S-Stahahahahahahap! I don't trust you anymore! Hahahahahahaha!" He shook himself, trying to free his leg.

"Wise decision" Oda replied with a slight smile, continuing for just a few more seconds, long enough to see Dazai squirm and almost slip off the couch like a fish out of water.

Finally, he stopped, gently releasing his foot. Dazai lay there, panting, his hair disheveled, staring at the ceiling as if he'd been through a battle.

"You're ridiculously calm for someone who just committed crimes against another citizen's human rights" He murmured.

Oda just watched him with that calm, almost tender gaze. "I told you it was an effective method. The children behave much better after that"

"I'll behave too, if it means you'll never come near my feet again"

"Well, you were the one who offered them to me" Oda smiled mischievously, making him recoil in fear of another attack. "No promises"

Dazai muttered something inaudible, but still, he reached out his arm, pulling him closer. "Okay, but if you're going to torture me like this, then stay here until I fall asleep"

Oda smiled softly, snuggling into him as he let his fingers run through Dazai's brown hair, this time with extreme gentleness. "The only torture I'll allow now is keeping you around"

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Merry Christmas @ticklish-v-93 im your secret santa this year. In all honesty this is my first time writing for this ship I hope I did it justice

This is a tickle fic if you don't like that just scroll, also thers a tinyyyyy bit of restraints in here but nothing nsfw as always.

Laughter looks better on you

The rain hadn’t let up since the mission ended.

It tapped softly against the windows of the safehouse, the kind of endless drizzle that blurred the outside world into muted grays. Atsushi sat on the far side of the room, perched on the edge of the mattress like a ghost of himself—arms limp, shoulders slouched, hair still damp from the downpour.

He hadn’t spoken since they returned. 

The mission did not go as planned; they were to infiltrate an enemy base and secure the weapons that were stolen but they weren't expecting a child hostage to be a part of the equation. Atsushi did everything in his power to try and save them but in the end the child's life was taken by the enemy and he blamed himself. 

Akutagawa noticed.

Not that he was about to say anything. At first.

He sat in the corner chair, arms crossed, his coat still buttoned, even though steam had started to rise faintly from his shoulders as the chill of rain gave way to warmth. His eyes hadn’t left Atsushi in ten minutes.

There was something wrong. The weretiger usually wore his emotions like a badly-fitted coat—always tripping over guilt, shame, self-loathing, and still managing to offer some sorry excuse of a smile through it all.

But not tonight.

Tonight he was quiet. Too quiet. There was no half smile, he was just, Still. And Akutagawa didn't  like it.

Akutagawa closed his book. Loudly. No response.

“…You’re acting strange,” he said flatly.

Atsushi blinked, slowly turning his head. His eyes looked a little glassy.

“I’m just tired,” he muttered. Even he didn't believe his own lie.

“Tch. You said that already.”

“Well… maybe I still am.”

That wasn’t it. Akutagawa knew it wasn’t.

There was a scrape of chair legs across wood as he stood up, deliberate in every step as he crossed the room.

Atsushi didn’t even react when Akutagawa crouched in front of him.

He just looked… small.

And Akutagawa hated it.

“You’re sulking.”

“I’m not sulking.”

Akutagawa narrowed his eyes. “You’re brooding. You have that pathetic furrow between your brows again.”

Atsushi’s lips twitched, but the ghost of a smile never fully formed. “Maybe I just messed up today. Again. Maybe it’s my fault those civilians got hurt. Maybe—”

poke.

Atsushi was startled. His whole body jumped.

Akutagawa’s finger lingered just at his side. He looked positively smug.

“…What was that?” Atsushi squeaked.

“You flinched,” Akutagawa replied simply. “And you made one of those squeaky noises again.”

“That’s not—Akutagawa, don’t—”

Another poke. This time higher. More deliberate.

“D-don’t! I’m being serious—!”

“So am I,” Akutagawa said, voice soft but unrelenting as he reached again. Atsushi moved to avoid his fingers but Akutagawa knew his moves all too well. Whichever way Atsushi moved to avoid his fingers Akutagawa would go to the opposite side, faking him out only to attack anyway. 

Akutagawa’s fingers struck again—this time not a single jab, but a series of quick, feather-light prods beneath Atsushi’s ribs.

“GYAH—A-Akuta—! H-hehey! STAHAHAHAP!”

Atsushi curled forward instinctively, arms folding tightly around his torso as he twisted on the bed, trying to scoot away. But Akutagawa followed, calm as ever, movements precise as a scalpel.

“I don’t understand.” His tone was maddeningly flat. “If you’re tired, why are you squirmingso much?”

“BECAUSE YOU’RE TIHIHIHICKLING ME!”

“Hm.” Another thoughtful prod, this time targeting the edge of Atsushi’s waist. “Are you going to admit it?”

“Th-That’s not—” poke poke poke “WAHAHAIT—OKAY! Ohohokay! I AHAHA-ADMIT IT!”

Akutagawa actually smiled, just barely—so faint it could be missed if you weren’t looking directly at him. “Good. Then this is effective.”

He sat beside Atsushi now, his fingers slipping beneath the loose hem of the other’s shirt with no hesitation, pressing into the dips between ribs with exacting care. Atsushi howled.

“NOHOHO FAHAHAIR—Th-That’s—AHAHAHA—I c-can’t—!”

“You said you didn’t want to talk. So I found a better method.”

“THIS IS NOT A METHOD!”

“You’re smiling.”

Atsushi gasped through his giggles, his hands flailing and useless, trying to push Akutagawa off—but the black-clad Port Mafia member had that terrifyingly calm energy about him. Focused. Composed. Like this was all part of some clinical experiment.

“Your reflexes are slow. You're easy to provoke,” Akutagawa observed as if he were reading a case file. “Your underarms are especially reactive.”

“D-Don’t you DARE—!!”

Too late.

Akutagawa struck again, fingers skimming deliberately up Atsushi’s sides, thumbs pressing into the vulnerable hollows just beneath his arms. The shriek that ripped out of Atsushi’s throat could’ve shaken the roof.

“AKUTAGAWAAAAA—!!”

The name burst from Atsushi’s lips in a squealing, desperate cackle as he twisted hard to the side, nearly rolling off the bed.

Akutagawa caught him by the shoulder without a word, steadying him easily. His grip wasn’t rough—but it was firm. Intentional. Like he’d never let him fall.

Not even from something as stupid as laughter.

“Stop moving,” he muttered.

“S-s-stop tickling me!” Atsushi cried, breathless, red-faced, and trembling. His chest rose and fell rapidly as giggles still clung to the edges of his voice. “Y-you’re such a—a jerk—!”

His comments didn't seem to phase Akutagawa but while he continued to wreck the weretiger a thought came to him. “I do happen to remember Dazai mentioning something to me in passing.” His hands slowed while he hovered them over the younger boy. Atsushi's giggles weren't as loud or forced just reminance of what just occurred, he looked up at Akutagawa unaware of what he was about to do. The black robed portmafia member lowered his hands shifting the weretigers shirt up just the tiniest bit revealing his belly button and Atsushi’s eyes went wide. 

“NO NONONO DONT! HE WAS LYING!” Akutagawa’s face was still as stoic as it always was as he let out a huff.

“Heh, for someone calling Dazai-san a liar you sure seem awfully defensive.” Atsushi grabbed his shirt immediately pulling it down causing the other to scoff. “Are you really going to make me have to use Rashouman?” And the weretiger who had just thought things couldn't get any worse. He tried to bolt.

“Rashouman!” Before Atsushi even made it off the bed he was pulled back and his arms moved above his head, although held by Rashouman the hold was uncharacteristically gentle. Akutagwa moved Atsushi’s shirt back up just a bit higher than his belly button this time. “Now Dazai said this spot was only to be used if extremely necessary, and I think wiping that annoying mopey look off your face entitles this to be completely necessary.”

With that Akutagawa held out a single finger and lowered it towards his button and Atsushi freaked out.

“NONONO OKOKOK I'M DONE MOPING I WONT BROOD ANYMORE!!!”

“You surely won't after this” his finger delves into Atsushi’s belly button and a scream bursts out of the weretigers mouth of that of someone being murdered. 

“AKUTAGAWAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO” Akutagawa remained stoic as ever while he wrecked Atsushi into a new dimension. His finger swirled in his bellybutton not so much digging but just enough to tickle like hell. The things Dazai had let Akutagawa in on seemed to have a major effect on Atsushi so why not try something else he thought to himself. Inadmitably Akutagawa lowered his head towards Atsushi’s tummy and this only caused his squirming to worsen ten fold. 

“NONONONO DONT YOU DAHAHAHRE”

“Oh I dare Weretiger, and I shall.” He says this with an uncharacteristic smirk on his face, and once lowered he blows. Blows a long hard raspberry on Atsushi’s belly button and he shrieks, the noise so high pitched it almost startles Akuatagawa. He almost stops but wiping that dumb sad look off his partner's face is what his main goal was right now. 

“AIEEEEEEEEEHHEHEHEHEHEHE CRAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP AKUTAGAWA NOHOHOHOHOHOHO” his body thrashes and Rashouman holds firm, to keep his waist in place in holds Atsushi’s hips down with his hands and just to be a little more sadistic he rolls his thumbs into his hip dips. Atsushi’s body fights for a moment longer before collapsing allowing himself to laugh. Allowing himself to forget about what happened tonight. Besides being tickled to the brink by the rabid dog of the mafia, it feels good to be able to let go despite laughing til he can't breathe.

Only when Akutagawa sees tears and how red his face truly is and how his breathing has changed does he stop, he finally lets his hands fall away and sits up bringing his mouth away from the weretiger’s tummy as well as releasing Rashouman’s hold. His expression didn’t change much—but there was something calmer about it. Less tense.

“…You were upset,” he said simply.

Atsushi blinked, thrown off by the shift in tone. “Huh?”

“You were brooding. Again. That look on your face…” Akutagawa paused, then frowned. “It’s worse than your whining.”

“I wasn’t—” Atsushi hesitated. His arms dropped from their defensive curl, and he exhaled. “…Okay. Maybe I was a little off.”

Akutagawa didn't reply. His gaze flicked down—toward Atsushi’s hands, still faintly trembling from the aftershock of laughter—and then away again, jaw tightening.

"I like you more when you're laughing," he muttered.

The silence stretched between them.

Atsushi slowly blinked, shocked by the words coming out of Akutagawa’s mouth, his cheeks flushing. 

"Don't make me say it again."

A laugh—this one real, worn around the edges but warm—escaped Atsushi before he could stop it. It was softer now. No hysteria, no forced grin. Just… genuine.

He rubbed the back of his neck, still pink. “I- um. Thanks for uh… for cheering me up.”

“You’re welcome Weretiger” Atsushi moved hesitantly but made his way beside him laying just close enough.

“If I see that look on your face again while we're on this mission I won't hesitate to do it again Weretiger” Akutagawa says flatly.

Atsushi doesn't say anything but cuddles up to him regardless, causing Akutagawa to stiffen for a moment before relaxing. “Pathetic” he says dryly but wraps his arms around Atsushi anyway.

There's a silence for a beat, and Atsushi leans up pecking a kiss on Akutagwa’s cheek, and immediately the paler of the two goes red.

“…Thanks Ryu.” Atsushi says again, cuddling into his partner, and before long Atsushi was actually able to sleep in the comforting embrace of his partner's arms.

Akutagawa looked down at the sleeping weretiger in his arms. His face remained stoic at first but the corner of his mouth twitched. Just once.

“You smiled,” he said quietly.

He held him for the rest of the night til he fell asleep alongside him.

OH MY GOD I'M SO SO SO SORRY THIS WAS SO LATE!!!! I was having majorrrr writers block but rewatching snippets of Bungo helped so here’s your present, Merry Christmassssss

[elyakozinak]

Recently, my art of this kind has not gained any assets, so I stopped drawing them. Well, I'll try again.

p.s. Maybe I'll delete it later.

[mystwrites]

Tickletober Day 20: Tease

Decided to share a few drawings I did since I have some free time