This fanfiction has been translated from Russian and does not belong to me. If you do not like content related to tickling, please do not read it.
I wish everyone a pleasant reading experience!
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When Kolya walks sad, Dostoevsky comes to him in their room and no one knows what is happening there, it is only known that Nikolai's laughter comes from the room.
Fyodor was sitting in the office and printing something on the computer, or reports, or some important pieces of paper. Fyodor was not accustomed to sitting in silence, especially with Kolya, who is naturally noisy, because when he sits down to work, Nikolai tries in every possible way to attract his attention, either yelling in the kitchen, then running around the apartment or even sitting on the table and telling jokes. But today was quiet. Fedor even thought that he had gone somewhere or fell asleep. Therefore, I decided to go check because he had already finished work. Going out into the corridor, he immediately went to the kitchen where he found the owner of long white hair calmly sitting drinking tea with cookies and looking out the window in which only lanterns were visible on the street.
-That today you are suspiciously quiet - Fyodor said to the floor of his voice, from which Gogol shuddered and almost choked.
-Hospody! Why scare so much?! - clearly with discontent said Kolya, to which Dostoevsky lightly smiled at the corners of his lips and sat down on a chair next to Nikolai.
-Why are you so quiet? What happened?
-No, where did you get it from?
-I don't know you usually behave so quietly only when something happens
-No, just no mood.
-No, you say, now we will correct, smiling raising his hands and moving his fingers, he looked at the white-blond. Adding that now Kolya started from the chair somewhere in the apartment and Dostoevsky ran after him.
-Stoy,poganka! -Dost jokingly called Kolya a grebe because of pale skin. After 5 minutes, the victim was asleep in the corner.
-Well, come here, slowly approached and then quickly sprinkled on the victim he began his torment.
-pFHAhaAHAHA stoy! - Gogol began to flood with his ringing laughter and twisting so that Fyodor would not touch his body. Fedya himself began to smile at such a sight, but Kolya pushed him with his foot, to which he moved a little and the grebe, as Fyodor put it, tried to crawl away. You can almost say he succeeded, but he was grabbed by the leg by dragging him back, and his legs began to tickle. Minutes later, 10 victim could no longer laugh.
-pha... hwa-hwat.. ha.. hwatit,pojaluysta. - already fizzled out and all blushed, and Fyodor hung over him smiling and looking at his work.
-stand up, let's go drink tea
-and watch movies?
-and watch movies.
-URAA!!!-having jumped and ran into the kitchen, Kolya screamed, who literally a minute ago was lying on the floor and could not catch his breath.
-And where did he get so much energy...—getting up from the floor, Dostoevsky said quietly.
A/N: IM DOING REQUESTS AS WELL I PINKY PROMISE I just already had this one half done!!!
Warnings: none!
Could be interpreted as romantic or platonic but I wrote it with romantic undertones!!
‼️THIS IS A TICKLE FIC!! IF YOURE NOT INTO THAT KIND OF THING JUST SCROLL‼️
It was Sigma's own fault really. He should know better than to stretch like that, in such a way that made him so vulnerable. That's what the two on either side of him would attest, Anyhow.
"St-stohop it right this instant! Noho—!" The dual haired man twisted back and forth. On either side of him sat Fyodor and Nikolai, each keeping a grip on one of his wrists, leaving both arms high in the air.
"This is your faaaaault~" Sang the jester, hand climbing up Sigma's side. Sigma's skin twitched under the contact of Nikolai's bright red fingernails against it. He could swear nikolai had some sort of magic that made them tickle more. (He didn't, Sigma's just that ticklish.)
"Stretching like that while sitting in the middle..~" tsked the man on the right, one finger scratching right in the center of Sigma's underarm. "You're practically asking for it."
Sigma yipped out in complaint. He'd meant it to sound more like a grumble or a growl, to threaten them into letting him go, but…
"G-gogol–!" He gasped out as The jesters fingernails tip tapped across his bare stomach, fluttering in such a way that would drive him insane, if he kept on for too long.
"Oh look, Dos-kun, I think I'm winning! Listen to the way he's gasping! Oh isn't it cute?~"
"Very cute." Fyodor smirked, bringing his own hand down to knead at Sigma's hip. The latter gave a shriek in response. "But I dare-say its me who's winning~"
Sigma's feet pounded against the floor. Thoughts flooded his head of how unfair this was, not only two versus one but two sadists versus one very ticklish victim. His cheeks flushed pink as the two began to speak again.
"Which is worse, Sigma?"
"Kyola?"
"Or Dos-kun?~"
Sigma whined out in protest. On one hand, Fyodor had a way of finding exactly where it tickled most and zeroing right in on it, leaving him shrieking and kicking. But on the other, Nikolai's nails just lightly fluttering against his bare tummy drove him up the wall, and the teasing, he thought to himself. Both were unfairly good at this.
"I think he's ignoring us, dos-kun!" Nikolai gasped.
"Well then, if he doesn't want to answer.." a sinister chucked escaped the black haired man, both locking eyes for a moment before leaning in against his ears, speaking together.
"We'll tickle it out of you~"
Sigma's eyes widened. Suddenly, both mens hands moved from where they were. Fydors thumb pressed itself into the soft spot between Sigma's hip and his thigh, squeezing mercilessly. Gogol, on the other hand, moved to circle one finger around the rim of Sigma's bellybutton. The purple and white haired man gave a loud shriek. He tugged and twisted every which way as incoherent babbles fell from his lips through helpless giggling and cackles.
"F-FYoHODor! N-nAHa! I c–AhaNt—"
Mercifully, fyodor ceased. Well. Sort of mercifully. His hand instead grabbed onto the wrist Nikolai was holding prior. Sigma wondered when he'd let go?? Though his thoughts were quickly stifled by the sight of Nikolai's fingers wiggling inches from his stomach.
"Fyodor, hm? I'll change that for you~" In an instant, both of Gogol's hands explored around Sigma's bare tummy. One fingernails dipping into his tummy button, while the other hand spidered all around the sensitive skin. The poor man immediately fell back into stitches.
"N-nOho plEHEASE GET OhOuT! KyOHolA!" Sigma's torso flinched and twitched under each touch, his arms desperately fighting to get free with no success.
"Well? Is it worse than what dos-kun was doing?~"
"Y-YEhEs GOD STOhOp!"
"I told you~" giggled the jester at the dark haired man, who tsked as Sigma took shallow breaths. He felt a sense of relief.
Until he felt Nikolai take his wrists and pull them back up.
"Allow me to prove otherwise~"
Nikolai felt a giddy sense of dread as that pink spread across his cheeks again. He was going to be here for a long, long time.
Hi, hi, hi, Rachi-roo! Different Anon than the first one, but may I please request a part two to your lee! Fyodor ler! Dazai fic? Fyodor got wrecked and deserves some revenge, don't you think? XD. Perhaps the two are cuddling and Fyodor thinks, 'you don't deserve peace, Dazai,' so he startles Dazai with a butterfly kiss or two LOLZ. That escalates into actual kisses which further escalates into tickles. Am I projecting? MAYBE XD-
PS. I'm in shock that you're not used to writing romantic stuff because that fic was so sweet, I think I got a cavity reading it XD. You just wrote for these two, so I completely understand if you decline this. SECOND PS. How's work?
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Bungo Stray Dogs: Revenge is a dish best served... With popcorn
Weeeee! Aaah, thank you so much, friendo! I'm glad my first attempt at lovie-dovies was a success! I will pay for your dental reconstruction 😂 Also, work is going splendid, thank you very much 🥰
Summary: After their last encounter, Fyodor decides to exact some sweet revenge upon his frienemy during their quality time together.
Lee!Dazai, Ler!Fyodor, ship
Tw: Suggestive flirting and physical contact
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"Aaaah~" Dazai dropped his head back, opening his mouth casually as Fyodor popped another piece of popcorn on his tongue.
"You have your own hands, you know..." Fyodor chuckled, resting his hand on Dazais head, softly playing with his hair.
The two were laid on the sofa in Dazais apartment. Dazai laying between Fyorors legs on his back, using his friends chest as a pillow with the TV quietly playing old episodes of Pokemon in the background.
He looked up at Fyodor smiling as he chewed his sweet, popped snack.
"Mh, I know... But my hands are busy." He smiled, gesturing to his hands. One is keeping the bowl of popcorn steady on his lap, and the other lovingly tucked under Fyodors thigh, keeping it warm.
"Ooooh, busy. I see." Fyodor smiled, his hands gently slipping around Dazais waist softly caressing his hips. "And what if my hands were busy?"
The sensation made Dazais heart flutter. He felt a warmth pool in his chest as he looked up at his partner with a smirk. "Oh~? Well, if your hands were busy, I gueeess... I wouldn't get any popcorn!" He chuckled, opening his mouth again, waiting for another piece. "More please. Aaaah-."
As Fyodor looked at his partner's goofy, wide mouthed expression, a smirk grew across his face. "You're like a tsyplenok. Flightless and ugly~" He chuckled, leaning over to bury his face into Dazais neck, earning a supprised 'eep!' when he snuck a little smooch onto the spot where his bandages stopped and his skin begun.
"Fyodoooor! I have no idea what you just called me, but I'm not ugly!" Dazai tried to pout but couldn't resist the tickly sensation of Fyodors kisses. The bright, toothy smile stayed stuck between his warm cheeks.
"Awww, you're not? I think I should investigate further into that statement~" Without even a warning, Fyodors hands found their way up Dazais shirt, starting to spider across his bare tummy, grinning as he felt the skin tremble beneath his touch.
"Ah!? N-Noho! Wait! Wait, the popcorn! Wahahait!" Dazai protested, trying his best to keep the bowl from spilling all over the place with his hands. "Stohop! Eheheee!"
"I guess you'd better make sure you don't go making a mess, riiiight?"
"I ca-HAHA! FYODOR!" The brunette yelped, feeling Fyodors nimble fingers start to poke and dig into his ribs, sending electronic shocks through his body.
"NO! Nononono! AhahaAHA!" He lifted the popcorn from his lap when his legs started to kick and flail, the bowl teetering in his hand as the other attempted to grab at the tickling fingers.
"Ah, revenge never sounded so sweet."
"Get offa meeehehe! You son of ahaha bihitch! WAAAHAHA!" He yelped as Fyorors jammed his fingers up into Dazais armpits, making him go crazy! The arm holding the popcorn involuntarily flew across his chest, trying to grab Fyodors hand, instead tossing the popcorn across the room, scattering it across the carpet and under the table.
Fyodor stilled his tickling fingers for a moment, glaring down at Dazai with a menacing smirk as Dazai kept his arms clamped down against his sides. "Oh dear, what a mess you've made."
"Fyodor, please. I didn't mean to."
"Looks like I'll have to teach you a lesson." Fyodor grinned, crossing his legs over Dazais, keeping him trapped on the sofa.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry! I'm s-AHAHA!" Dazai arched his back, trying to protect his underarms as Fyodor dug into them with vicious precision.
"Awww, shchekotat', shchekotat', shchekotat'~"
"Q-Quihit speaking Russiahahan! Ahaha!"
"Oh? Would you prefer if I speak in your tongue? Very well~" He whispered teasingly into Dazais hair.
"Tickle, tickle, tickle~"
"GYAHA! O-Oho god no! No! Back to Russian!"
"You get what youasked for."
Fyodor grinned, starting to squeeze Dazais hips, making him buck and wriggle his backside into the couch cushions.
"StahahaAHAHAHAP! Noho! Ahaha!"
"You always did have such nice slender hips, moy milyy~ Tickle, tickle~"
"Thahanks! Now let go of thehehem!" His hands frantically grabbed and fondled with Fyorors, trying to pry his claws off his sensitive hips.
"Stahahap! Hahahaha! *snort* EHEHEEE!"
"Oop, there's the little piggy!" Fyodor teased, softly kissing Dazais ear as he watched his partner's legs squirm and kick against the sofa.
"I can't tahahake it! Ahahaaaa! H-Hehelp!"
"Help? Really? You're so hopeless." Fyodor tutted, digging into Dazais underarms again, earning another loud snort of suprise.
Dazais cardinal red cheeks glowed as he flailed pathetically. Fyodor couldn't handle the anticipation, but Dazai couldn't STAND the tickling.
"Are you going to clean up your little mess?" Fyodor asked, pausing and dragging his fingers lightly across Dazais' warm tummy.
"Yes! Y-Yehes, I will. I promise." Dazai panted, his body flinching and shuddering at Fyodors touch.
"You will?"
"Yehes!"
"Aww, how kind of you." Fyodor grinned, blowing a raspberry on Dazais neck, making him squeal and scnunch his nose up as he kicked his feet.
"But first, I don't think I'm quite satisfied with how much revenge has been dealt." The Russian smirked, trapping Dazai with his legs again.
*(All action takes place in the movie "Dead Apple")*
This is my first fic, please do not judge strictly👉👈
-Do you have any friends at all?- asked Dazai, looking skeptically at Shibusawa.
-Oh no, I don't need friends.. - Shibusawa smiled, - I see through the soul of any person, and soon I will read myself. And I finally understand what was hidden in the gaps in memory and the emptiness between the lines..
- If you had real friends, I think you wouldn't say that.-Suddenly, an interesting thought came to Dazai's head. Friends can tickle each other, can't they? What if..
- Hey, Shibusawa-, ahead of Dazai with a question Dostoevsky, on whose lips played a playful and a little cunning grin, - are you ticklish?
- Ha? Tick.. what? Sibusawa raised his eyebrow with surprise.
- Hmm? Our Shibusawa doesn't know what tickling is? - smirked Dazai, coming closer to the white-haired man. Fyodor came up from the back. Thus, they literally surrounded poor Tatsuhiko.
The owner of the ability "Draconia" noticeably tensed, retreating back, stumbling upon Fyodor, who was standing behind.
- So there with this yours as it is there.. tickle?.. even a strange word,ugh..
- It's easier to show than to tell - Dostoevsky's voice was heard from behind Shibusava. Fyodor and Osamu looked at each other, and then at the same time, as if at an inaudible signal, they began to tickle Tatsuhiko.
Shibusawa's whole body seemed to be filled with electrical discharges, he himself did not understand what had happened. The body twitched on its own, laughter spilling out of the depths, his own hands unsure what to do: either try to remove other hands rattling around the body, or close access to the body, or close his mouth to avoid making those, frankly, embarrassing noises.
Meanwhile, Fyodor counted the ribs of Shibusawa, and Dazai crumpled his stomach and sides.
-Oh, who is so sensitive here, huh? - Dazai teased, making the situation worse (of course, for Shibusawa, on whose cheeks a blush appeared, damn it from what: either from teasing, or from feeling tickled).
-Stoahahaahp! I can't do any more ahhahahaa!-shook Sibusawa, shaking his head. Unbearable sensation..
- Well, no, we haven't played enough yet, right, Dazai? - Dostoevsky asked with his rat grin rhythmically.
- You're right as always, Fyodor.-Osamu's voice answered him from the front.
Similarly, they tickled Sibusawa for another couple of minutes. They retreated only when the white-haired man had already begun to choke with laughter.
- Y-you are the worst, s-seriously.. ha.. - said Shibusawa, lying on the floor, among his collection and two unambiguously cunning people who tickled him half to death.
- I hope you finally understood what a ticklish-playful grin did not want to leave the faces of Fyodor and Dazai.
-Got that.. only it seems to me that the time has come to pay..
Soon there were two more laughs: Dazai's laughter and Fyodor's giggles.
Yes, it was an amazing night for those three.
🎀 𝅄࿙࿚ ︶ ♱ ︶࿙࿚ 𝅄 🎀
I hope you enjoyed it🙏🏻 I originally wrote it in my native language, but it was so embarrassing that I tried to write it in English.. and tadaaaa! it turned out something like this🥲
