"Y-YOU FUHUHUCKING JEHEHERK!!" Chuuya cackled like a maniac, throwing his head back into the old couch while arching his spine. Squirming and thrashing around were proved useless a long ago, but he simply couldn't help it — his body was moving on its own, his nerves screaming for a way out of this hellish situation he found himself in. "RELEHEHEASE ME NOHOHOW!!"
"You did it wrong, idiot," Dazai scolded, his tone soft yet poised with a second-hand mockery. He shook his head, moving one hand away from Chuuya's body and holding a finger out while he proceeded with the explanation. "It's a really simply trick, even a dumb dog like you can learn it."
"I-I'm nohohot a dohoh- aHAHA, SHIHIHIT! GEHEHET OUT OF THEHERE!!" He screamed, feeling his cheeks burn and some strands of hair sticking to his dampened forehead. Dazai's hands refused to leave his stupidly ticklish armpit, torturing each and every nerve until it they were nearly dull — just to then move a little higher or lower, starting it over.
"The book I read said patience and repetition are keys to taming dogs," he continued and Chuuya widened his eyes in panic as he saw the other hand coming back to 'work'. "Of course, a little reprehension is also necessary to correct… unwished behaviors."
Oh, how much he wished he could snap Dazai's neck in two right now. Chuuya pulled at his arms, both trapped under Dazai's knee, and planted his heels into the soft cushions, screaming insults as hard as he could through his angry laughter. Dazai only hummed along, keeping himself comfortably sat right next to his 'dog's' face, admiring his hysteric reactions.
Still, it felt like a rock was holding him down. He felt his hands going a little numb, his blood barely making to the tips of his fingers under all that jerk's weight. His pride was repeatedly telling himself to not submit, to not fall for Dazai's antics again — but it tickled so, so bad!
"F-FUHUCK!!" Chuuya shouted again, gasping as those words took the last bits of air he had inside his lungs. "F-FIHIHINE, YOU— AHAhahasshohole! AHah, w-wohohoof! WOHOHOFF!"
"Hm, what was that?" Dazai grinned, leaning his head a bit closer just to look down at Chuuya's desperate smile from the right angle. "Did you say something, mr. Doggy?"
"YOU PIHIHIECE OF- AHAHAH!" Chuuya widened his eyes, not expecting the tickling to get even worse than it already was. "I— AHAHA, WOOF! WOHOHOF, PLEHEHEASE!"
"Good boy! ~" Dazai purred and freezed his hands on spot, leaving his fingers curled, but still, against Chuuya's body. He watched the redhead's chest wave, his ragged and hoarse breath stopping the silence from taking over the place. "See? I knew even you could learn a new trick."
"G-go— hahh, t-to hell!" Chuuya whined, feeling his head spin. He had been tickled before, sure enough, but Dazai was simply a beast. He couldn't even figure out what that freaky bastard was doing to make him laugh like that. It didn't matter, thought, what matter was that it was ov—
"Oh," Dazai smiled, pressing his knee a little harder against Chuuya's hands again, as if changing his mind about letting him go. "I remember that the book said to praise and give treats to your dog while taming it, too. Supposedly, it helps them memorize the trick."
"D-Dazai, don't you f-fucking dare!"
"Now, who is a good doggy? ~"
"You piece of shiHIHI- AHAHAA!"
A/N: It's been a looooong while since I watched the show or read anything with these two, but they were the first to come up to me when I read this prompt so... hehehe
A/N: Happy Holidays @chibisstuff! I am your @squealing-santa this year and I am so sorry for the very last minute gift! I went ahead and chose Soukoku from your pairings and gave it a romantic flavor. I really hope you enjoy it and that you have a Happy New Year!
Series: Bungo Stray Dogs
Characters: Chuuya, Dazai
Summary: Chuuya receives an ugly Christmas sweater from Dazai as a present. The detective decides to use it as a means to tease and tickle attack the mafioso.
Word Count: 1,168
“Are you kidding me?!” Chuuya exclaimed, having opened his Christmas gift from Dazai. “Is this a sweater? No, wait – an ugly Christmas sweater? Seriously?!”
“I wouldn’t say it’s ugly,” replied the brunette, grinning innocently. “I think it’s cute and would look even cuter on you~”
“Shut up!” The redhead barked, but blushed despite himself. He lifted the sweater out of the box gingerly, as if the thing was contaminated. Dazai seemed to think that just because they were dating now, he was allowed to gift his mafioso boyfriend something as cringy as a Christmas sweater…
“Hold up... are these…?” Chuuya started, squinting at the characters scattered through the festive vomit of red, green, glitter and candy canes. “…dogs?!” His eyes sparkled with barely suppressed delight. Though they were cartoonish, he could make out their thick fur and curly tails and recognized them as…“Shiba Inu?!” Ugly or no, the dogs on this sweater were a nice touch, considering Chuuya’s fondness of them. Maybe he shouldn’t have reacted so negatively over such an obviously thoughtful gift…
Dazai chuckled, “nope! They’re Chihuahua–OOF!” And fell back against the arm of the couch, interrupted by the sweater making contact with his stupid face.
“Are you insulting me, asshole?!”
“Huh?” Dazai rubbed his forehead. “No! Of course not!” He lifted up the sweater. “I thought you liked Chihuahuas, besides, look–!” He pointed to a specific pup on a sleeve, “this one has a hat! Just like yours~ And then this one…” His finger moved to a puffy red-furred Chihuahua near the bottom hem, “it has the color of your hair!”
Chuuya covered his face with a hand and grumbled a barely audible: “I hate you so much…”
Dazai snickered, obviously enjoying the redhead’s reaction. “C’mon, put it on!” He tossed it in such a way that it landed atop his boyfriend’s head, covering it completely.
Chuuya ripped off the sweater in a flurry of unintelligible curses and flailing arms, “fuck no! You couldn’t pay me enough to wear this thing!”
“Oh please, Chibi~?” Dazai asked, leaning forward with his hands clasped together and wearing the sweetest look he could conjure. “Just for tonight? Pleeeeeeese?”
Chuuya’s blush darkened, not only because he found Dazai's face adorable in this moment but because the bastard was pleading… The agency detective knew exactly what he was doing and the Port Mafia executive both loved and hated it.
“F-Fine!” The mafioso finally snapped, slipping off his coat roughly and throwing it aside while the detective sat back and watched with a big smile.
Once the sweater was pulled on, Chuuya’s mumbled curses ceased. “Woah…” He stood up from the couch and made for the mirror hanging in the hallway of his apartment. “This is actually really comfortable.”
Dazai clapped his hands once, “I knew you’d like it!” Then hopped up and wrapped his arms around Chuuya from behind, giggling. “Aw! You’re so cute! And so soft~”
Chuuya tensed for only a moment before he relaxed in Dazai’s embrace. It was still strange for him, letting his guard down like this, letting this man, of all people, make him feel… safe.
“I-I never said I liked it,” Chuuya argued, feeling the temperature rise in his cheeks.
“But you never said you didn’t~” Dazai sang, resting his chin on Chuuya’s head, forcing the latter to sigh in resignation.
“Hmm…” Dazai hummed, titling his head at the mirror.
Chuuya growled, “what now?”
“It’s strange…” The detective removed an arm from around Chuuya. “I need to test something.”
“Test what, ass—HEE!” Chuuya jumped, derailed by a poke from Dazai on his belly, right where a dog with a candy cane in its mouth sat on his sweater. “What the hell?! Careful, idioIHIHI!” Again, the brunette poked, but this time on a dog wearing a Santa hat on the side of the sweater.
Dazai nodded once, “mhmhmhm… just as I suspected.”
Chuuya tried to smack the detective’s poking hand away, “suspected what?!”
Dazai whispered into Chuuya’s ear, “there’s a Chihuahua conveniently placed on allllllll of your ticklish spots~”
The mafioso went rigid. He stared right at his smirking boyfriend in the mirror and knew he was absolutely fucked.
“Damn you…” Chuuya said through gritted teeth. “Don’t you daAHAHARE–!” But it was too late, Dazai’s fingers were digging into either of Chuuya’s sides, right over two festive Chihuahuas. “D-DAHAHAZAI!” His hands clamped down onto his attacker’s. “FAHAHAHAHCK!”
“Oh, I dare,” Dazai smirked, slipping his hands easily away from Chuuya’s to scribble at the dogs on his ribcage next.
The redhead shrieked and fell back against him, flushed from neck to ears. “CUHUHUT IHIHIT OHOHOHOUT!”
“Tickle, tickle Chuuya~” Dazai’s hands started to alternate kneading and poking across all the Chihuahuas on the sweater, deftly thwarting any of Chuuya’s attempts to shove them away and so reducing the man to a cackling, blushing, squirming mess in his arms.
The mafioso found himself not only flustered beyond what he thought was possible but confused as to how this could still tickle so much while wearing this damn sweater! “I’M GOHOHOHOING TO KIHIHIHILL YOUHUHUHU!”
“Promise~?” Dazai kneaded into a spot just under one of Chuuya’s shoulder blades and when the redhead squealed, he giggled, “oh~ I forgot about this spot, thank you for reminding me, Chihuahua-san!”
“AGH! SHIHIHIT!” Chuuya could feel his knees start to weaken. “B-BAHAHASTARD! EHEHEHE! STAAHAHAP!”
“Almost done! I think there’s one more puppy~” Dazai’s eyes flashed with pure mischief when he spotted the last two dogs at the bottom of the sweater, just above Chuuya’s hips. “Aaaaaand–“ After drawing out the anticipation as long as he could, his hands flew to the spots and squeezed repeatedly. “Found them! Tickletickletickletickletickle!”
“AYIEEE!” Chuuya absolutely squealed as his knees finally gave out and Dazai followed him gradually to the carpet as to not let him collapse completely, teasing and tickling all the way.
A few more tickles later and then the detective finally released the mafioso from his tickly exploration…
“What a helpful sweater!” Dazai remarked while grinning, gently rubbing a giggly Chuuya’s back while he recovered. “I think I even found a new tickle spot or two~”
Chuuya sat up, his entire face still red, and tried to weakly shove Dazai away. “Ugh, you jackass… You bought this for me specifically so you could assault me like this!”
“I bought it because I like you, moron.” Dazai bumped his forehead against Chuuya’s. “Oh. And they are Shiba Inu actually, hehe,” he added with a wink.
Chuuya was too shocked by that statement to do anything but let out an exasperated growl, “God damn it, why are you like this?”
Dazai leaned into Chuuya, “because you like it when I keep you on your toes.”
“Ugh…” The redhead leaned further into the brunette and replied quietly, too tired to do much else, “yeah, yeah, whatever.”
Dazai smiled and touched his nose to Chuuya’s, “Merry Christmas, Chibi.”
Chuuya’s eyes met his and he returned the smile with a small one of his own, “Merry Christmas, asshole.”
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