#ticklish!sakaguchi

[xolliwritez]

Sorry I died

Here's a sneak peek teehee

[cease-this]

Stress reliever

A/n: this idea has been on my mind since I read the ending of volume 17. PLATONIC ONLY!! Co-written by @stupideelblog I didn't proofread this so . Ignore that the tense is inconsistent.

Warnings: stress, tickles

THIS IS A TICKLE FIC!!!

If you're not into that kind of thing, just scroll!!

This is a strange request. Ango was hesitant, not understanding why Dazai had asked him to do this. When he had gotten the message from Dazai requesting that he help Atsushi relieve some stress, it had surprised him. It would’ve been a pretty normal favor if not for what Dazai had asked him to do specifically. How was he supposed to approach this situation? Hey Atsushi, Dazai wants me to tickle you. Come here. Yeah, no. He has to make this happen somewhat naturally at least. Or, he was going to try. 

He sees Atsushi sitting down across the room, reading something. His brow is furrowed and he seems frustrated for some reason. Ango decides to just bite the bullet and approaches him.

“Hello, Atsushi,” He starts.

Atsushi had been reading something. Or trying to at least. He was sat on the sofa in Lucy’s ability room, criss cross with a book in his hands, but the words just seemed to muddle when he read them. He didn’t understand it one bit. He was broken out of said train of thought when he heard Ango’s voice in front of him. He tilted his head up to look at the olders face. 

‘Um.. hi Ango-san? Is everything okay?”

Ango paused, not sure how to lead into this. “Yes, of course. I was just coming in here to check on you. See how you’re doing. I heard you’ve been stressed lately. Is that true?” He asked, now only standing a foot or two away from him. Atsushi moved over a little to make room for Ango to sit, still sitting crisscrossed on the couch. 

“Ah.. A little, but it’s okay. I think anyone would be stressed out under these conditions.”

The were-tiger gave a half hearted smile, scratching the back of his neck. Ango sat down next to him, sensing the pain in his voice. “I could… help you. With your stress. If you’d like,” He says this cautiously. He wondered if Atsushi was even ticklish. He must have been, for Dazai to make this request. Plus, Atsushi seemed like the type.

“Oh?” Atsushi tilted his head softly, the stressed look being mostly replaced by a curious one. He set the book fully aside. “What did you have in mind?”

“Well,” He said, reaching out and pinching Atsushi's side a couple of times to test the waters. “Laughter is a pretty good method to relieve stress. Laughter releases endorphins, and that can help you feel lighter and less stressed.”

This caused atsushi’s eyes to widen a little as he gave a loud yelp. Immediately, he jumped up from his place on the sofa, scrambling to the other side of it. “A-any- other ideas-?”

Ango smiled a bit at the sudden reaction. He had barely touched him; he wasn’t expecting that much of a reaction. Maybe this was a good idea after all. “Are you ticklish, Atsushi?” Ango asked, already knowing the answer from the seconds beforehand, but wanting to hear it for himself.

“N-no I just- you just startled me- I- no-!” Atsushi internally kicked himself for stammering so much already. He could feel his face growing warmer as he held out his hands in a defensive way, making sure he was as far on the couch from Ango as possible. He was surprised, if we’re being honest. Ango didn’t seem like the. Tickler type, which he wasn’t, for the most part. Except when it came to certain people. With those few people, he most definitely was. 

“You’re not ticklish?” Ango asked. “Are you sure?” This interaction reminded him of how a lot of his conversations with Dazai would go. Dazai still, to this day, denies being ticklish, even though he’s been proven wrong many, many times before. Atsushi’s stuttering was funny though. He seemed to be getting a whole lot more flustered than some of the other people Ango had tickled before. Atsushi shook his head back and forth quite rapidly, still pushing himself back on the couch using his feet, before tumbling over the arm of the couch, which he was quick to recover from as he peered over the arm of the couch to look at Ango. “St-stay over there.”

Ango did not oblige to the request. He scooted even closer to the weretiger. This was going to work really well, wasn’t it. “You’re blushing,” Ango pointed out, knowing it would only probably fluster him more. He reached over and poked Atsushi in the stomach a few times.

"I'm nohot—!" Both Atsushi's hands flew to cover his mouth, his knees curling up defensively to his chest before scrambling backwards, now halfway across the floor away from the couch. His blush darkened.

"Was that a giggle? Perfect, more of that," Ango said, standing up to go after him. “It's okay Atsushi, just relax.” He kneels down next to Atsushi before he can get back up, and starts scribbling his fingers all over his stomach. Atsushi’s face is so red at this point, and Ango loves it. Both Atsushi's arms immediately come down, wrapping around his torso defensively, before alternating between trying to push him away and cover his stomach. He holds his breath, trying not to giggle out loud.          

Oh, he was trying not to laugh? That wasn't going to last long. Ango was able to masterfully evade Atsuhi’s arms, poking and squeezing around them, on his stomach and sides and wherever else he could reach. “Come on, laugh~”

His arms settled on defensively wrapping around his entire torso, kicking his feet a little. His nose scrunched up and he gave little squeaking noises. They melted Ango's heart. He was surprised at how cute this was. He was warming up to Dazai’s plan very quickly with these reactions. His hands slipped under Atsushi’s shirt, scratching at his lower stomach, causing the weretiger to give what sounded like a squeal. His hands scrambled against his shirt, trying to shove Ango's hands out of it. And out poured squeaky giggles. Atsushi's eyes squeezed shut. "St-stohop it!"

Ango’s smile grew even wider. “Awww,” He said. His fingers crawled over to Atsushi’s sides, lightly scribbling up and down. It was really easy to push his arms out of the way. It was almost like Atsushi was weakened by the tickles. Atsushi squeaked, pawing at Ango's hands like a cat. He twisted back and forth under the fingers of the other. "A-Ahango-san—!"

“Yes?” Ango said, not letting up. He used one hand to pin one of Atsushi’s arms above his head, wiggling his fingers under his arm. “What is it?”

"nO!" He squeaked, trying to grab onto Ango's wrist and push him away. He giggled brightly, his blonde hair becoming a mess against the floor as his head shook. His bright red face contrasted his light hair. "StohOp!"

“You're smiling so much though! Doesn't the laughter feel nice?” Ango said, pinning the other hand under his same one. “You seem to be having fun.” His fingers traveled to the other arm, and he trailed his fingers all the way down. Atsushi's laughter varied In pitches, smiling widely. His fangs showed from behind his lips. "I'm nohOt! St—" he was very rudely interrupted by a squeak "Stohop—!"

Ango paused for a second. “Do you really want me to stop?” Knowing that Atsushi probably enjoyed it, he wanted to keep going. But at the same time, wanted to make sure he wasn't overdoing it. Dazai was always way more resilient, so Atsushi breaking this easily was something he wasn't used to.

"Wh— i—" Atsushi looked a little shocked as his cheeks steadily grew red again. "O-of course I do—!" He spoke, not very convincingly. 

“Really?” Ango asked. The tone of Atsushi’s voice gave it all away. The stuttering and the blushiness? Both dead giveaways. He definitely enjoyed this. Ango began poking at his ribs., causing the younger to press his lips together, tightening his hands into fists, scrunching up his face and burying it in his arm. He squeaked and twitched at each poke. He nodded. 

"MHm—!" 

“You're so squeaky,” Ango pointed out. “I think you're one of the most ticklish people i've met.” He dug his fingers into Atsushi’s side right below his ribs, grinning. The weretiger gave a bright squeal, rolling over and managing to escape Ango had on him. He sat himself up, still giggling and holding his hands out again, defensively. "Dohon't—"

The bright smile he couldn't seem to shake as he hid behind his knees was quite the source of embarrassment for him.

“Come here Atsushi~” Ango called out in a teasy voice. “I'll be gentle,” He said, knowing how sensitive Atsushi was. He wouldn't go as hard as he usually does with Dazai. He wiggled his fingers in the younger boy’s direction. Atsushi giggled harder, backing away more.  He peered over his knees at Ango and shook his head. "Nohoooo—"

Ango suddenly grabbed one of Atsushi’s legs, pulling the weretiger over in his direction. He scribbled his fingers over Atsushi’s foot, holding on tight to his ankle. Atsushi’s eyes went wide. He clawed at the ground in front of him with a shriek. "NOHOhO—!"

“Tickle tickle~” Ango grinned, knowing that saying that usually flustered anybody who he tickled. He studied Atsushi’s reactions to every different little spot, taking mental notes of which things seemed to tickle him the most.

He dragged a finger up and down Atsushi’s leg and spidered his fingers behind Atsushi’s knee. Atsushi gave shrieky giggles at this, pawing uselessly at the ground as if trying to crawl away from his tormentor. His lower half was much worse compared to his upper. 

"PlehEase—!"

Ango noticed how much bigger of a reaction he was getting. He dragged him closer before sitting on his thighs and lightly tickling the backs of Atsushi’s knees. He drags his fingers up and down his legs, smiling the whole time. Atsushi’s laughter was so contagious. It was so bright and fun, and he found himself wanting to hear more and more.

Atsushi yelped as he was pulled closer, burying his face in an arm pillow he'd made for himself. His feet kicked up and down. He tried to giggle out something along the lines of "Ango-san stop!" Or maybe an "it tickles—!" But found himself lost in the laughter.

“Trying to say something?” It all just sounded like laughter with a confused jumble of sounds to Ango. It was kind of adorable, really. He spun around and poked at Atsushi’s sides before digging his fingers into under his arms. Poor Atsushi was just too ticklish for his own good.

Atsushi’s arms shot down immediately, clinging to his side

"StOhoP ihiT—! NoHo mohoRe—!" 

His gloved hand came down three times to signal tapping out. 

"I'm behetter I prOhomIse—!"

Ango let up quickly, not wanting to kill him. He got up off of the poor boy and let him catch his breath. Atsushi was a mess. His face was bright red, his hair was all tangled, and he was out of breath.

“Are you alright?” Ango said, smiling at the wide smile plastered across Atsushi’s face.

Atsushi still giggled softly as he clumsily sat up, curling up into a ball. He nodded. “Wh-whahat was that for?”

“Well, you feel better, don’t you? That was the whole point.” It was to begin with, anyway. Ango ended up having a bit more fun than he had expected to have. At some point it had switched from a task he was doing out of kindness to Dazai, to something where he was just genuinely trying to make Atsushi laugh and have fun.

"Hmm.." he smiled softly. "Yeah, I guess I do. Thank you."

Ango smiled fondly, standing up and ruffling Atsushi’s hair. "Glad I could help. If you need anything else, don't hesitate to ask."

Atsushi took a minute to stare as Ango walked away before giggling softly, burying his face in his arms. Yeah, maybe he would. 

[stray-inu-writes]

The man in a bubble (Ango Sakaguchi x reader)

(1,3K words) Tightening his grip around his wallet’s handle, Ango fastened his pace. The raindrops crashing against the umbrella were becoming heavier and heavier, and he didn’t want to be soaked when he would arrive. He just concluded a very important deal that lifted a weight off his shoulders : the man he was talking with was a high-profile buyer whose partnership benefited greatly the Port Mafia. For a split second, he had the feeling he was being watched, as if an unknown gaze was fixed on his neck. He quickly checked if he was being tailed : nothing. Bringing his black umbrella closer, Ango sighed. A paranoid, that was what he became. But in this kind of job, better be paranoid than dead. At this thought, a shiver run down his spine. His job was dangerous indeed… What if the mafia discovered his real identity ? As he opened the door of your apartment’s building, he shook his head and mentally lectured himself. This kind of dwelling is exactly what would cost him his life – and you. You, the one he never expected to get close with, much less fall in love with. It was clearly unreasonable to pursue a romantic relationship with a mafia member, especially one who worked under Dazai’s orders. He couldn’t count the times where he thought about telling you, before giving up this chimera. Too many factors played in this decision, too many unknown but oh so important factors. So he relegated this idea in a corned of his head, even though it regularly came back. There was no good option here, and Ango didn’t want to think about it. His mind was already full of other’s secrets, no space left for his own. Determined to get a more positive outlook for your sake – he didn’t want you to see him brooding during your time together – he knocked at your door with a little more energy than usual. You opened up and a grin instantly spread on your face. A few seconds later, you were hugging him as if you didn’t see each other for months – which was highly inaccurate : your last date hardly went back to a week. As usual, your hands were covered by the gloves he gifted you some time ago. Funny enough, both your abilities relied on touch, but while Discourse on Decadence was perfectly controlled by Ango, yours was slightly more…volatile. A simple touch was enough for you to take control of one’s mind and so the fear of accidentally use your ability on someone you didn’t want to was always present. Very early in your life, gloves and covering clothes had become your best friends, allowing you to touch people without direct skin to skin contact. ‘’Today sucked’’, you grumbled, face buried into his coat. ‘’I can’t believe that an eighteen years old could be so exhausting…’’ ‘’What did Dazai do ?’’ You sighed and detached yourself from him, inviting him in. Since he often changed places, most of your meetings took place in your apartment. It wasn’t much but it was rather cosy : a small room with a shower and a kitchen open on the living room. The latter was only furnished by a couch in which you could sink in to watch TV. Housing in Yokohama was definitely a pain for young people like you, but you managed thanks to mafia’s paycheck.  “Ah, nothing unusual”, you shrugged before stepping back so as to leave room for him. After entering the living room, he hanged his vest at the door and left his wallet in a place where he could quickly retrieve it in case of emergency. Since you met him, through your common friends, he always kept an eye on it.  According to Ango’s facial expression, you weren’t the only one exhausted tonight. How many hours did he sleep this last week ? Not enough, judging by the dark circles under his eyes. Your gloved hand grabbed his and dragged him to the couch without saying a word. Tonight, he looked especially worried – at least, more than usual – and the sigh that just escaped his lips did nothing for him. As you settled on his lap, you felt a gentle kiss on top of your head. “Penny for your thoughts ?” He smiled. “Ah, don’t worry about this… It’s just work. You know how it is.” Work… You answered with a nod. A silent agreement since the beginning of your relationship was that both of you wouldn’t press the other with questions concerning your respective jobs in the mafia. Knowing too much could be…dangerous, to say the least. Plus, moments like these were your bubble, where you could get out of mafia business. Be normal people, for a change. A normal couple. You couldn’t know that Ango only told you a half-truth. All of a sudden, you turned to face him and began to tickle him. He immediately broke into an irrepressible laughter, wriggling to escape your merciless attacks. In the process, his glasses were accidentally tossed to the other side of the couch, leaving him unable to dodge the tickling. “Ah ! Ah ! Stoooop ! This is tortuuure !” “I thought you were trained to withstand every kind of torture, Sakaguchi Ango ?” you teased him. He waved his hands blindly, brushing your cheek, and the contact, as brief as it may be, made you shudder. You craved physical contact… But touching him without a fabric on your skin was way too dangerous and you didn’t want to take any risks. At least, not without having put a lot of thought and focus into it. “N-not this one !” he panted, trying with no success to get your hands off him. His hair was now a mess and you had definitely messed up the meticulous ironing of his usual white shirt. The enemies of the mafia must not learn that their information agent is extremely ticklish… You took your most cartoonish imitation of a sinister villain : “Neveeeer ! You are at my mercy !”. But you couldn’t stay serious long, as you dissolved into giggles at Ango’s fake terrified face. Finally, you relented and let him catch his breath. For a few seconds he held on to you, before pulling you into a crushing hug. The warmth of his arms instantly made all your worries fly away. You were together, and happy. “I love you”, he whispered, a somewhat wistful look in his eyes. “I don’t know what I would do without you.” You cuddled up against Ango after putting his glasses on him in a tender gesture that didn’t go unnoticed. “Love you too. But since when are you that sappy ?” He didn’t answer and grabbed the remote instead. He went from channel to channel, before settling on a documentary about a famous old mystery writer. You were so comfortable in Ango’s arms… If at the beginning, you didn’t stop commenting on the peculiar habits of said author, it quickly became more boring than anything. Five minutes later, the only sound that came from you was a light snoring. Ango was tempted to close his eyes too, but there was something very endearing in the fact of seeing you asleep on him, your breathing regular as a clock. He felt so safe… As if nothing could reach him here. Nor him, nor you. Maybe the préciosity of these moments resided in their ephemeral nature. A bubble is destined to explode at every second, but that doesn’t prevent it to be beautiful. So was your relationship. Ango Sakaguchi was a man in a bubble, and he didn’t mind it in the slightest. The future could wait. It could wait.

[cranial-echo]

The Worst Kind of Torture

Fandom/Series: Bungou Stray Dogs

 Description: An “extension” or alternate variation of episode 14, in which Dazai and Oda discover that Ango is hopelessly ticklish.

Genre: Comedy? I think?

Characters: Dazai Osamu, Odasaku Sakunosuke, Ango Sakaguchi

Ships: None

Trigger Warnings: Minimal spoilers for Season 2, Episode 2 (Episode 14 in the series)

Inspiration: I honestly don’t know at this point

Author Notes: THIS IS THE LONGEST THING I’VE EVER WRITTEN??? (also Ango’s laugh is adorable and he is a godsend)

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Had Ango Sakaguchi known what was to await him at work today, he most certainly would have stayed home. To be visited out of the blue like this was quite rare, especially by two already semi-familiar faces. He'd hadn't formally met them until now, of course, but it was hard not to hear about the Mafia's youngest underboss and the lowest ranking member of the affiliation. Just why they were together, however, was not something Ango could readily place. Nor why the two of them were bothering him at this time. "I'd appreciate it if you didn't come any closer," he tells them, hardly in the mood to deal with whatever nonsense they'd come to deliver. "You reek." He notices the shorter one (Dazai was his name, he thinks?) goes about smelling his own clothing in a manner that could only really be described as "frantically confsed". Yep. Today was going to be absolutely wonderful. (This was sarcasm, of course.) He hardly pays any mind to them after this, instead deciding to focus on what he'd been doing before the two of them so eloquently decided to drop by for a very unwelcome visit. He tunes out the sound of Dazai's voice, hearing him ask his companion if he, indeed, smelled bad. The answer was yes, and Ango quickly found that he couldn't focus with such a smell in his office - and the mere presence of them alone wasn't helping at all. "You must be new here," he hears Dazai say a moment later, and he looks up at him with a raised eyebrow. "Why don't you tell us your name?" Ango waits a moment before replying, as if debating whether or not being on a first-name basis with the two of them would even be worth the trouble. Eventually, he introduces himself. "It's Ango Sakaguchi." "Well, Ango," Dazai says, approaching his desk. "You're a fascinating character." Oh. Oh god, he's coming closer. Oh fuck. Why is he coming closer? What is the purpose of invading his personal space like this? And... Oh lord, the stench... It's assaulting his nostrils mercilessly. It's so awful, so horrific, so- "Smelly-!" he ends up blurting it out almost comically, voice raising in pitch and almost cracking, trying to lean as far away from his desk and the other male as he could while still seated. Dazai hardly seems to care about his discomfort as he just leans in to invade his space even more, staring at him with a sickeningly curious look on his face. "Are you sure that the boss approves of what it is you're up to right now?" Ango exhales a barely audible breath, discomfort quite clear at this point - not that either of them seemed to care. "And just what are you insinuating that I'm up to, exactly?" Dazai smiles, reaching out to pick up one of the sheets of paper he'd been writing on, holding it up to show him. "That you're writing an obituary for those who died. Am I wrong?" Such audacity, to just saunter into his office and snoop through his work. Ango would shoot them, if he could. And he definitely wants to, at this point. "He's writing obituaries?" he hears the other man in the room ask (Dazai had called him Odasaku, hadn't he?), having almost completely forgotten he was there to begin with. "These are the three that died during the attack on our executives last night." Dazai explains to him as he goes about reading the names off of the paper out loud. "Kurehito Umegi, Shoukichi Saigusa, and Mirouku Ishige. Umegi was a former MP who was shamefully discharged for killing a coworker. Both parents are dead." He reaches out to set the paper back down on Ango's desk, addressing the bespectacled brunet once more. "You're keeping a record of their life events and family history." Ango simply listens to him ramble on about information he'd already known, speaking up once Dazai had finished, looking down to avoid his gaze. "It's the least that they deserve." he says, adjusting his posture properly in his seat. "Every one of their lives has to have had some meaning." He looks up at Dazai after a few seconds pause. "I wanted to do more to remember who they were than just chock them up as part of a body count. To honor their sacrifice." Dazai smiles at him. "What did the boss say about this?" Ango folds his hands neatly on his desk, trying his best to not let onto how he was quite displeased with the way this conversation was dragging out so unpleasantly. He figures it's best to humor them for now. "I managed to convince him to account for everyone who had been reportedly killed as a result of the incident. He was very opposed to the idea at first, but he eventually saw great value to the Port Mafia in keeping such detailed records." The words are barely out of his mouth before Dazai speaks again, turning around to look at Odasaku. "See? Isn't he fascinating? What kind of person goes through the trouble of creating such a unique job?" His tone is almost disparaging, Ango notes. Oh, how he wushes they'd hurry up and conclude whatever business they had, and just leave him alone. "There's only one way to find out." Odasaku replies to his friend. "Let's take him out for a few drinks at our usual spot." Dazai grins mischievously. "That's a lovely idea~" Alright, unexpected change of plans. Ango certainly as fuck wasn't going to give them what thwy wanted. Not a chance. Though he's certain his discomfort is quite visible now - and he already assumes they'll take this to their advantage. "I can't do that," he tries to tell them. "I have work to do-!" He realizes too late when Dazai approaches him from one side, nearly squeaking in panic. "Hey Odasaku~" Dazai lulls to his partner in crime (or rather, partner in harassment), with a certain tone to his voice that has Ango fearing for his own wellbeing. "I think I know just how we can get him to leave early. If we hug him real tightly, the stench will be unbearable for him and he'll have to call it a day." Odasaku's response was three simple words Ango dreaded to hear at this time. "Let's do it." He tries to make a break for it, but to his horrified dismay, Odasaku is on the other side. He was trapped. "Wait! I've got an even better idea!" Dazai exclaims happily. " Let's tickle him and see if he breaks!" Ango is absolutely mortified at the concept, pressing himself as far back into his chair and away from the other brunet as he can. "D-Don't you dare come any closer!" Dazai chuckles, presumably at Ango's terrified movements. "I think we have a plan of action, Odasaku~" Ango doesn't even has time to formulate a proper response before he receives a sudden poke to his side, from none other than the redhead to his left. He just barely manages to stifle a squeal of surprise, glaring daggers at the blue-eyed male. "Aaaah," Dazai hums. "I think he's ticklish!~" "I-I most certainly am not!" Ango stutters, practically fuming at the audacity of these two interlopers. "I think all evidence points to otherwise," Odasaku says, poking Ango once more. Ango squeaked. Oh. Oh god. This wasn't going to end well... This wasn't going to end well at all. Destruction was imminent, and Ango knew it. There was a momentary pause after Ango let out that tiny, impotent squeak. Dazai was the first one to break it. "Did he just...?" Odasaku nods. "I think he did." Ango is visibly nervous now, several thoughts racing through his head all at once. This couldn't end well. This couldn't possibly end well. He'd practically sealed his fate the instant that displeased squeak came out of his mouth. But yet, he tried to divert them. "I s-strongly urge the both of you to leave," he tells them, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose in nervous habit. He tries to keep the anxious stutter out of his voice, but ultimately fails. "I have very important work to attend to..." "If you think we're gonna be deterred that easily, especially after that little squeak," Dazai starts, a certain sparkle in his eye that sent a great feeling of unease to wash over the bespectacled brunet. "You've got another thing coming~" "T-This," Ango can barely keep his voice steady, damn near raising an octave higher than usual. "This is highly unprofessional...!" "Being professional is so boring," Dazai says with a sigh. "I'd much rather hear you squeak again~" Ango couldn't quite place just what he'd done to deserve such torture. Oh, what a catastrophe this was. An utter disaster. How to get out of this conundrum? Ah, there was his pistol. He could always use that. Not on these two nuisances, of course, but rather himself- His thoughts are interrupted when a pair of hands makes contact with his side, illiciting a sharp squawk of a sound out of him. It was Dazai this time, practically beaming at the sound he'd made. "He sounds kind of like a crow, doesn't he, Odasaku?~" Ango fumes at these words, letting out an indignant squeak when he heard Odasaku' s response. "He does, now that I think about it." Ango presses himself into the back of his chair once more, looking like a mouse forced in a corner and trapped by two hungry felines. This was how he died, wasn't it? He always thought he'd be shot or shanked. Never tickled to death. He opens his mouth to plead with the two of them. "I-I implore you-" Dazai interrupts hm. "Implore away~ We're not leaving until you give us what we want~" Ah. So this was what Hell was. Ango tries his best not to panic, though he's failing miserably - and he knew Odasaku and Dazai could see it. He quickly found that he couldn't keep his eye on both of them at the same time. When he focused his attention on Odasaku, Dazai would inch closer, and vice versa. He fidgeted nervously, pulling at the collar of his shirt in a feeble attempt to ease his nerves. He was always a man of routine, of statistics and logic. Thinking several hours if not days before making even the slightest movement. He always planned everything beforehand. Dazai and Odasaku, on the other hand, were not something he could have thought about. He couldn't have possibly planned for an underboss and his low-ranked companion to bust in uninvited with plans of torturing him - by tickling him, no less. Needless to say, being forced to act on the spot was highly uncomfortable, and not recommended for the poor glasses-wearing man. Such a catastrophic event. If he can just get past them, he thinks, then he could perhaps make an escape. To run away and avoid such an embarrassing fate. His gaze first lands on Dazai. He knows, just knows that he is the one to keep close eye on. That mischievous glint in his eye and almost malicious smirk are too obvious to ignore. He then glances at Odasaku from the corner of his peripheral vision. He seems more passive than Dazai, no doubt, but he doesn’t dare assume he won't attack him just as mercilessly as Dazai will. He must look positively comical at the moment - squished into his chair, feet up on the seat, knees to his chest. Shoulders hunched forward and head lowered. How truly mortifying. Such an unsightly occurrence. He feels an underlying shame from allowing himself to be harassed so easily, beneath the more obvious outward terror of being attacked by two absolute strangers. They're just toying with him at this point, just standing there, watching him - waiting to see what he'll do next as if he's some sort of exhibit at the zoo. He inadvertently lets out a soft whine, and hears Dazai's amused chuckle. Oh, god. It can't end like this. He refuses to let himself be beaten. He absolutely rebukes the mere thought of it. He hates acting on a whim, but knows he has to make some sort of move if he wants to get out of this with even a shred of dignity left. Why couldn't a bunch of gunmen have bursted into the room with the intention of killing him, instead of these two buffoons? It would have been so much more ideal than whatever the hell they were trying to do... He sighs through his nose, knowing that it was now or never. He springs up from his seat, with the full intention of leaping over his desk and high-tailing it the fuck out of there. Unfortunately, it seems as though they'd been waiting for ths exact moment, as Dazai wasted no time tackling Ango to the ground, straddling his hips in a rather inopportune way and pinning him by the shoulders to prevent his escape. "Ah ah ah," he hums, smiling sweetly at the other with a fake innocence. "You're not getting away from us that easily~" Ango lets out a displeased groan, glasses askew from having been tackled so harshly. He squirms in Dazai's hold - for someone who certainly looked weak in appearance, he was definitely strong. Ango admits inwardly that it was his own fault for making an assumption like that, but in no way does he relent. "Unhand me this instant!" he demands, squirming quite ungracefully in the other's grip. "I d-demand that you release me!" "Nope~" Dazai grins happily at him. "Odasaku, do me a favor and hold him down for me, will you?~" Ango was about to make some sort of retort, when he felt a second pair of hands on his shoulders, qute the bit larger than Dazai's. He looks up to see Odasaku had knelt down next to them on the ground, and was now keeping him steady per Dazai's instructions. Usually Ango was great at pinpointing a person's emotions just from looking at their face - but Odasaku was different. His facial features didn't seem to hold much of an expression at all, but there was a certain shine in his blue eyes that he couldn't place. And the fact that he couldn't made him greatly uncomfortable He can't help but notice the way Odasaku was holding him steady. His hhold was firm, yet quite gentle as well. Just strong enough to keep him in place without causing any sort of pain. He does realize, however, that whenever he tries tp struggle, Odasaku adds a bit more pressure every time. What a joy. It's only once Odasaku's hands are properly placed does Dazai remove his own, humming to himself as he got off of Ango in favor of sitting next to him, legs crossed, elbow on his knee and chin resting in the palm of that hand. "Soooooooo," he drawls, looking at the flustered male in front of him. "Are you going to give us what we came for, or are you going to keep resisting?" Ango huffs, trying to keep his composure despite how greatly concerned he was for what events may come next. "If you honestly think that t-tickling me will get you anywhere-" "Oh, I do," Dazai seems to have a habit of interrupting him, causing an irritated growl to come from Ango's throat. "I'm genuinely curious as to how long you can last like this. Aren't you?" He punctuates his sentence by delivering a harsh poke to Ango's side. Ango holds his breath, clenching his fists in a desperate attempt not to laugh or make any kind of sound. He wasn't going to give in. Nope. Not today, not ever. Being pinned down on his office floor while two men take advantage of him. For most, this would be some sort of fantasy come true. For Ango, he's certain it means his utter doom. "Oh?" Dazai speaks up once again. "Not going to say anything? I'm disappointed in you. We're guests in your office, after all. You could at least show us some common courtesy..." "Bite me." Ango's retort comes swiftly, his mind barely even registering what he'd said until he'd heard the sound of his own voice. Dazai was correct - usually, he tried his best to always at least be polite. But now... Well, courtesy be damned. "Is that so?~" Dazai lilts, gaze darkening in a way as to cause a sudden pang of fear to strike through Ango's chest. "Well, I'll just have to use some different tactics to get you to talk instead~" That was the only word of warning Ango got before Dazai lunged at him, making instantaneous contact with his sides. Ango's breath hitched in his throat, trying to steel himself as best he could in hopes of enduring this attack. If he holds out long enough, perhaps they'll get bored and come to the conclusion that he wasn't ticklish after all, and leave him in semi-peace. But judging from the look in Dazai's visible eye, something told him that it wouldn't be so easy. Dazai doesn't let up, continuing to take advantage of Ango’s sensitivity in a way that Ango greatly despised. He clenched his jaw shut, staunchly refusing to make any sounds willingly. Unfortunately for him, however, Dazai ended up hitting a particularly sensitive spot just below his ribcage, and he damn near lost it. He ended up making a choked-off gasping sound, hardly managing to stifle an actual laugh. Oh god. This isn't good. "Come on, Ango~" Dazai purrs teasingly. "Let us hear your beautiful laughter~" Ango's been holding his breath long enough to feel lightheaded at this point. Perhaps if he holds it long enough he can pass out and they'd leave him alone. He might even die, if he's lucky. This wish doesn’t come true, however, as he exhaled a shaky breath a few seconds later. He only manages to choke out a restrained "S-Stop...!" before he ends up breaking into an uncontrolled giggle fit. Oh lord. He's laughing. He's actually laughing. He's being held down and harassed by strangers and he's laughing. It's barely been going on for two minutes and he already feels like he can't take it anymore. "There it is!~' Dazai proclaims with a grin. "Precisely what I wanted to hear!~" Ango opens his mouth as if to plead with him to stop, but all that comes out is a fit of laughter. He can hardly form a complete sentence through it, either. How embarrassing. "I- Hh- S-Stop-!" He squirms in Odasaku's grip once again, trying desperately to get away from them. "I- I-I c- hahaha-!" "He really seems to be enjoying himself~" Dazai muses, looking over at Odasaku. "Perhaps we should continue?~" Odasaku gives his companion a nod of approval. "If he's enjoying himself that much, I think it's only best." Ango practically squeals in protest to hearing these words. "N-No-!" His words are choked out by more of his own laughter as Dazai's lithe fingers had managed to find their way up beneath his jacket and shirt, now making contact with his bare skin and only heightening this dreadful feeling. He shuts his eyes tightly, kicking feebly and aimlessly at the air as he fucking cackles in a false sense of what most would consider delight. He can hardly believe that this is happening - he doesn't want to believe it. But it is. He instinctively arches his back, trying anything and everything he can think of to try and get away. "S-Stoppit-!" Dazai hums to himself in contentment. "Such a cute laugh~ Sort of nasally, kind of screechy... What an absolute dork you are, Ango~" Ango couldn't tell if Dazai was teasing him or if he was being genuine. Either way, it was a comment that Ango took offense to - his laugh certainly wasn't cute or anything of the sort. And to actually call him a dork was... was... His train of thoughts was derailed when he heard a soft chuckle. It wasn't Dazai, no; it was Odasaku. He opens his eyes momentarily to look up at the redhead. Blue eyes sparkling, smiling ever so slightly... Were they really enjoying his suffering that much? He tries to say something when Dazai's fingers moved from his sides to his midsection, causing him to let out a rather unflattering sound in an attempt to stifle his own laughter. "Pffffthhh-!" "What was that?~" Dazai hums, a wide grin on his face. "You'll have to speak up, Ango~" "S-Stop," Ango wheezes. "I- I ca- I c-can't-" "Well isn't that a shame?~" the other brunet teases. "Certainly, I thought you could have lasted longer than this~" "I-I'm s-serious," Ango should know better than to try and reason with them at this point, but he's desperate. His chest hurts from laughing so much and he fears he's close to passing out. "I-I'm n-not joki- snrk!" Shit. Shit fucking shit. He just snorted. This was it. Everything was over. "Oh my god," Dazai says with a laugh of his own. "Did you just snort?" "I- N-No, I'm-" Ango tries to respond, but only ends up snorting again. Lovely. He shuts his eyes once more, hearing Dazai's amused laughter and another quiet chuckle from Odasaku. He honestly wishes he could just die at this point. Death would be much better than this. He finds that once he'd started to snort, he couldn't stop - for Christ's sake, he sounded like a fucking pig. This was horrific. Absolutely nightmarish. "You know," Dazai tells him. "If you'd just say the magic word, we'd let you go~" No. No. He won't say it. He refuses to give in. He refuses to beg. He won't do it. He won't, he won't, he- Dazai's fingers brush along a sensitive spot just above his hip on his left side, causing him to nearly scream with laughter. "F-Fuck-!" He hadn't meant to use such vulgarity, initially, but it just sort of slipped out. Hs voice is hoarse as he decides, fuck it. Screw dignity. He tries to get them to stop, he truly does. But he can hardly speak through his laughter, now actually crying from laughing too hard. He must look pathetic - laying on the ground, laughing uncontrollably, clothes and hair a mess with his cheeks wet, and most likely, flushed. "P- Pleahhahha-!" "Hmmm?~ Did you say something, Ango?" Dazai grins mischievously. "You'll have to speak up~" "P-Please-!" Ango manages to finally squeak. "P-Please stop! I a-admit defeat-!" Dazai stops tickling him almost instantaneously. "Good!~" It takes a while for Ango to calm down, flailing his arm at Dazai in an attempt to shoo him away as he, for whatever reason, shifts closer to Odasaku. He covers his face with his hands, feeling both the heat in his cheeks and an already familiar hand on his shoulder. He was panting, breathing heavily, and absolutely mortified. He was never going to live this down with these two around. Then he notices what looks like a flash from between his fingers. No... It couldn't be... He rolls over slightly to look up at Dazai, his worst fears being proven - the bastard was smiling happily at him, phone in hand. Ango quickly finds he lacks the strength to scold Dazai in a way that was preferred, only able to stutter like some sort of clueless asshole. "Y-You..." Dazai's grin seems to widen. "Yep!~" The bastard took a picture of him. He took a picture of him in his absolute lowest, weakest time. Ango lunges for Dazai suddenly, only to be held back by Odasaku. "That's not how you handle blackmail material, now, is it?" the redhead asks him. Ango tenses noticeably, looking back at him. "B-Blackmail...?" "Thaaaaaat's right!~" Dazai sing-songs. "We have sufficient evidence of you cracking under our torture tactics. Now you have to tell us everything we want to know, otherwise this picture gets released~ Say, over drinks, perhaps?" Ango grits his teeth, glaring harshly at the grinning brunet. He's an absolute mess, his heart rate is entirely fucked up, and he was made an absolute fool of. Odasaku pats his shoulder. "So, what'll it be?" Ango pauses for a second, adjusting his glasses with a defeated sigh. "...Fine. But so help me God, if either of you tries something like this again, I have two bullets with your names on them." As much as he hated to admit it, Ango knew in the pit of his soul that this wouldn't be the last time he would be forced to deal with these two. Perhaps he could drown his regrets of this experience over the drinks they were apparently going to get. He should have stayed home today.

[ticklygiggles]

This took me ages but yes yES YES:

Ougai Mori

The boss. I like his voice very much ♥

To meeee… he seems to be ticklish around the shoulders and back, maybe the neck too

He’s laugh is deep but also squeaky

He’s a squirmer, you really need to pin him down to actually tickle him right

he doesn’t get tickled often, tho, and it’s not something he thinks a lot, obviously

However, if he gets tickled, revenge is guaranteed.

He probably tickles Elise a little bit sometimes

Akutagawa Ryunosuke

Here

And Here

Nakahara Chuuya

Here

And a few others here

Ozaki Kouyou

She’s a very colected woman

She probably only have a few ticklish spots

Probably around the hipbones all the way down to the knees

She hates being tickled for a long time

A poke or a squeeze here and there is okay, but if you want to torture her… nope, just don’t

Kyusaku Yumeno

MY PRECIOUS CHILD!!!

sERIOUSLY he deserves better, he’s too precious

yet letal help

He’s ticklish on his tummy and his feet

also under the chin

he has the cutest giggle ever, all snorty and happy okAY?

Does Yumeno knows what ticklish is???? maybe he does, but doesn’t know he’s ticklish

I think he would like being tickled ♥

Higuchi Ichiyou

I don’t know why but i’m in a love-hate relationship with her

So i’ll just say she seems to have ticklish ribs and waist, mhm

Gin (spoiler free, hoho)

My baby ♥ I love her too much, for some reason

She has a cute voice so she absolutely has a cute laugh ♥

She’s ticklish on her ribs and waist, the most

Probably Dazai sneaked a few tickles here and there back in his mafia days?? Probably

She gets embarrassed when being tickled and she can’t tickle someone back, she’s too cute

She doesn’t exactly hate it??

Elise

She, literally, never gets old

she’s a cutie tho. She has ticklish tummy and toes, maybe

Mori likes to tickle her once in a while

She sometimes likes being tickled and sometimes hates it

BONUS

Sakaguchi Ango

He looks like an older version of Sajou Rihito, from Doukyuusei

Ango… Ango… *cries*

Horribly ticklish in this spot right in between his highest ribs and underneath the armpits

He scrunches up his nose when he laaauugghhss and snorts a lot and archs his back and throws back his head and Ango is so beautiful my heART IS ACHING

It’s kinda canon he’s ticklish, no? I like to think that, mhm

ODA SAKUNOSUKE

Yes, with capital letter because my HUSBAND OKAY?

He’s ticklish under his arms and his feet

Ugh i love him so much

he definately had at least ONE tickle fight with Dazai. REALLY!

They poked each other quite a lot until one of them giggled fiRST UGH

That’s enough, my babies TT-TT I’m messing three characters because I don’t really feel like writing headcanons for them??? Sorry about thaaaaat. I hope you like this, tho, Anon! Thank you!!

[xolliwritez]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!!!!!!

My first tickle art is for you birthday buddy 🥹🫵

Friendly reminder that you are amazing, incredibly awesome and *pulls out a dictionary with all the best qualities known to human beings and gives it to you* I'm too lazy to read this but it says all I should

Muah 💋 kisses and hugs for you 💙

OMG 🥺 BIRTHDAY BUDDYYYYYY

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EXPECT THAT FIC TO COME OUT BIRTHDAY BUDDY 💝