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rachi-roo · 7 months

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hey rach same anon who was too shy to rb the first lee fyodor fic lmao

if I may request a part three? fyodazai playing board games (for SOME godforsaken reason) and dazai accuses fyodor of 'cheating'...punishments ensue heh

love your work <3

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Bungo Stray Dogs: Rules are Rules

You guys really love making this guy squirm, huh? Can't say I blame you XD After the recent, ahem, events, in the show, I took this opportunity to be incredibly cruel to Fyodor. He needs to be taught a dam lesson! 😭

Thank you both for the request and the opportunity to serve some justice to this asshole rat!

Summary: Fyodor is caught cheating at Monopoly by Dazai. Justice is served.

Lee!Fyodor, Ler!Dazai

Tw: Cruel tiggles, foot tiggles

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"You owe me 250."

"Huh?" Dazai looked up from his glass as Fyodor spoke, realising his Monopoly car had landed on one of Fyodors' properties.

"250? But you didn't have any hotels on there a moment ago." The bandaged brunette queried, tilting his head.

Fyodor scoffed, shifting in his seat. The two were hanging out at a secluded little motel for the night, sitting on the carpet with several different board games surrounding them to keep them entertained.

"I've had a hotel there for several rounds now."

"No, you haven't. You put that there when I went to get the drinks!"

"Oh really?" Fyodor eyed Dazais dwindling pile of Monopoly money. "Or, perhaps you are just poor?"

"Poor!?" A handful of money was snatched up.

"I'm not poor. You're just cheating..." Dazai grumbled, angrily counting the 250, looking at the notes before he noticed Fyodor smirking.

"You did cheat!"

Fyodor held his hands up in defeat. "Such is life. Corrupt governments are always stealing from the poor to line their own pockets. I've been cheating for several rounds now. Pay up, Krest'yanin."

Obviously, this was completely against the rules. But this was how their minds worked. Unfair schemes to form each others demise. However, Dazai wasn't one to go down so easily. For his last 250 Monopoly bucks, he had to fight!

"And the people always rise up to topple the patriarchy!" He grinned, tossing his notes aside and pouncing across the board at Fyodor.

"Shit!" Fyodor dove out of the way, scrambling to his feet and darting to the bathroom, locking the door behind him. Dazai could be heard chuckling from outside.

"Fyoooodor~ Open up~"

"Absolutely not!"

"Nawww, what's the matter, Fyodor? Are you worried I'm going to do something?" Dazai tapped his nails up and down the wood of the door, the sound sending a shiver down Fyodors spine. Those fingers and nails were deadly tools of his.

"Go awahay!" He chuckled nervously as he huddled down by the bathroom sink, covering his ears to try drown out the sound of Dazais teasy tone through the door.

"Open the door, Ratty~ I pwomise I'll just tickle you a wittle.~"

"La! La! La! I can't hear you!"

"I said-"

With a click, the door unlocked from the outside. Dazai stepped in with a menacing grin.

"I'll only tickle you a little~"

In a panic, Fyodor tried shuffling back further under the sink,his hands outstretched ready to defend himself.

"Wai-wai-wait! Wait! I-I'm sorry! I'm sorry, Dazai! Noho!"

Dazai advanced on the quivering rat under the sink, snatching his ankle up and starting to drag him from the room. Fyodor grabbed at the doorframe, desperately trying to scramble to freedom.

"You really are a silly thing, aren't you, rat boy?" Dazai sighed, shaking his head with a smirk as he started dragging his nails briefly over his captives socked foot.

"AH! Nohoho! S-Stohop that!" Fyodor squeaked, instinctively letting go of the door to try protect his foot, Dazai took the chance to pull him back to the lounge, where he then flipped him onto his front, sitting on his ankles.

"Dazai! NO! RH- Get off!" Fyodor fussed, trying to grab at Dazais shirt and pull him off, but he was smaller in weight and strength, no match for Dazai and his big shoulders.

Not the feet.

"Let's see if I remember the song~"

"Please, no! I'm sorry! I-I won't cheat again!"

"Round and round the garden~" Dazai cooed, slowly tracing his nails in circles on Fyodors heels, grinning as he watched the trapped feet squirm and try to cover one another in turn.

"No! Wahait! Y-You- Shihit! Dazai! Cut it ohout!"

"Like a Teddy bear~ One step... Twoooo steps~" He paused, stilling his fingers, making Fyodors heart rush with anticipation anxiety as he giggled like a mad man.

"No, no, no, noooo-!"

"Tickle you under there~!" For the song finale, Dazai suddenly scribbled under Fyodors' toes, knowing exactly the spot to make him squeal.

"KYAHAAAA! AhahaAhahaAh! N-Noho! Damn it! Dahahazai! St- Aha! Not thEHERE! Mercy!" He gasped and wriggled, his toes curling up defensively. He tried curling in on himself, his backside pushing on Dazais back as the other meticulously scratched at the soft 'pads' of the rats paws.

"You had this coming, Ratty~ It's almost as if you wanted me to tickle these cute little tootsies of yours~ Tickle, tickle, tickle~ Oh! Here you go, don't want to disturb the neighbours~" Dazai teased, playfully tossing a couch pillow over his head, landing it on Fyodors with a flump.

"AHAHAHA! Stahahap! P-Plehase! Eeehehehe! Nehehet! NET! NEEEHAHA-!" The giggling Russian snatched the pillow, immediately digging his fingers into it, squeezing it with all his might as he laughed loudly.

"Oho nooo! NOOHohooo... Hah... Ah..." He panted, feeling the torturous tickling halt for a moment, giving him a second to catch his breath. He peered over his shoulder at Dazais back, wondering why he was so quiet.

"D-Dazai?... What're you-?!" He gasped, immediately trying to escape again as Dazai simply held up a tool of mass destruction. One capable of ending any man's life in moments.

A hairbrush...

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Okh blin! Zhdat'! Dazai, pozhaluysta, ne nado!" In his struggle, he switched to his native tongue, it was like a panic reflex. His hands scrambled to grab anything they could, even attempting to hit Dazai with the pillow.

"I know, I know, you're far too ticklish for this. But it's time for you to atone for your crimes, Fyooodoooor~" Dazai cooed, pulling the socks from Fyodors feet, tossing them aside.

"Reeeeeady~"?

"NO!"

"Here we gooo~ Tickle, tickle, tickle!"

"AH-!" Fyodors' body tensed up, a sharp gasp leaving his throat as his laughter instantly went silent, feeling each of the rounded prongs of the hairbrush dancing over his exposed soles.

"... Gasp- AHAHAHAAAAaaah-! Snort- ahahAHAAAA! AAHA! N-AHAAHA! HAHAAaaa-! Gaaasp- STAHAHAAAA-" His laughter was loud and erratic, filled with moments of silence, followed by a snort or gasp as he shook his head.

Dazai chuckled, feeling Fyodors squirming ankles beneath his backside as he kept them pimned. "So loud, Fyodor. What's wrong? Does it tickle too much? Hm... Which foot is more ticklish? Right-"

"GYAHAHAAA-!"

"Oooor, left?"

"AHAHAAA-! snort- NAAAA!"

"Oooh, interesting. Indecisive results. I need more data~" The tickling intensified as Dazai magically found a second brush, one for each wriggling rat paw.

Fyodor buried his face into the pillow he was hugging, screaming bloody murder into it as his tears of laughter wet the fabric. His rosy red cheeks hidden from sight as his muffled laughter rang out. Much to Dazai's delight.

"You okay there, 'ickle tiggly wat? You're being veeery squirmy. I know! I'll just tickle you until you stop squirming! That'll fix it~"

"MMMMMHMHMHMMMM-!"

"I knew you'd agree. Great minds think alike~"

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This torturous game went on forever until Dazai finally freed Fyodor. Wrapping him in a blanket cocoon and letting him rest on the couch as he fed him water, holding the glass as the tired rat sipped it through a straw.

"Haha... You look like a tomato." Dazai teased, looking at how red Fyodors face was. The other just gave Dazai a glare, pulling his blanket over his head like a hood, tucking his feet further into the blanket for safety.

"Hey, rules are rules. You can't always cheat, you know. How about, next time you can pick the game?" The brunette smiled encouragingly.

Fyodor raised a brow, taking another sip of his water before grinning. "I think I know just the game for you..."

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Thank you for reading! Much love! 😚

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rachi-roo · 8 months

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AAAAAHFINALLY SOMONE WHO DOES ANGELS OF DEATH

breathes

Anyway could I request a ler issac fic cause god him being a mean a sadistic ler and teaser brain go brrrrrr where he chases a reader, their worse spots being their ribs and hips

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Angels Of Death: Tickly Terror

Uh oooooh! I've been found by a fellow AOD fan 🫣 Greetings, I think I love you! XD Thanks so much for the request and your patience! Zack is such a MONSTER! I luv it 🤩

Summary: Reader is attacked by a certain serial killer who has a soft spot for people in your line of work. He won't kill you now, but he has other plans to make you suffer.

Ler!Issac, Lee!Reader

Tw: Knifes, Swearing, Cruel tiggles

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Well, this was not what you had in mind for a nice Friday out on the town.

Running for your life, that is.

It all happened so fast. You knew taking that shortcut down the backstreets might be a bad idea, but you thought the worst might be some bum asking for a lighter, not a crazed maniac to start chasing after you with a knife.

You glanced over your shoulder, heart pounding in your chest. He was still there. Hot on your heels and gaining. The sound of his boots and insane laughter growing louder and louder. Chills running down the back of your neck.

He's coming! He's right on you!

You feel your stomach drop as you trip, tumbling to the concrete with a thud. You spin your head round, suddenly face to face with your pursuer.

His bandage covered face inches from yours as he smiled an unsettling smile. You can smell blood on his clothes. That coppery scent was dried onto his dirty hoodie.

It felt like an eternity of staring at each other before he finally spoke.

"Not gonna beg for your life?" He asked, standing over your body with a chuckle as he toyed with the knife in his hand, feeling the blade from handle to point. "I'll make this quick if you do." He continued, lowering himself onto your waist and placing a hand over your throat, holding you in place.

Petrified, you just lay there, staring at him. Your chest heaving, heart about to jump from your ribs.

A squeak left your lips as his knife suddenly slashed towards your throat. You clench your eyes shut. Waiting for the impact-!

...Impact?

You anxiously open one eye, looking up at the attacker who now held your ID card from work as it had fallen from your pocket. He narrowed his eyes as the words.

"... Does this say nurse?" He asked, showing you the card.

You gulp, trembling as you speak. "Y-Yes... I'm a c-childrens hospice nurse... I work with orphans."

The attackers face sank as he tossed your ID aside with an aggrivated groan. "Damn it. I can't kill ya' now I know that... Damn, Ray. She made me soft!" He cursed himself as you watched on, wondering who 'Ray' was.

Though, that didn't really matter. What mattered was the fact you weren't going to die! A small sigh of relief passing your jittering lips. The feeling didn't last long though.

"However, I'm still going to have to make you scream. I went through the trouble of chasing you down after all. I've earned it." The boy nodded as he leaned closer, softly tracing the dull side of his knife up and down your side.

The feeling of the dull point dragging across your side, through your thin shirt, sent a tingling sensation across your torso. You bit your lip, biting back a smile as your fingers curled up reflexively. What if a smiling pisses him off?!

But, it tickles! So bad! The cold tone of your attacker reminded you of the situation you're in.

"Your tag said y/n... So tell me, y/n, where should I start? Don't worry, I'll keep the injuries hidden. I don't want to worry the kiddies or-... Are you fucking smiling right now?" He asked with a dumbfounded glare.

"N-No! No, I'm not! I'm really not!" You blubbered, your hands shooting up defensively as you fought down a giggle.

"Yes you are! I saw it! You we're so smiling! You think this is funny? You got some kind of pain kink or something? Youd better tell me cus' I aint here for that noise."

"No! No, I-I swear it's not that! Your knife! It- It just- Eek!" You squeal as he traced the length of your stomach with the dull blade again.

The boy smirked, a sadistic glint in his eyes as he finally put all the pieces together.

"Oooh." He chuckled.

"No! No, it's not what you think!"

"Haha, I think it's exactly what I think." He shifted his weight, trapping your arms by your side, beneath his knees. He knacked his knuckles, grinning a fanged grin as he prepared himself for the fun he was going to have with your helpless body.

He held his limber didgets out, flexing them close to your stomach to start with, revelling in the way you squeaked and tried to suck your belly in to avoid the fingers.

"I'd say sorry, but I'm really not." He chuckled before diving into your soft skin, vibrating and clawing at your tummy.

"Gh-! Haha! N-Noho! H-Hehey! Wait! WAIT! PleheEEEHE-!"

You giggle, legs kicking out behind your attacker as he dug into your tummy, chuckling with you.

"Hmm, I think you can beg better than that." He smirked, his hands shifting to ruthlessly claw at your sides. Even rolling up your shirt to attack the bare skin directly.

"WAH! S-Stahap! Please! Pleheheee-! Aha!" You yelp, twisting and turning, doing anything you can to escape.

This just eggs your attacker on. The hood of his hoodie shrouding his expression in a shadow, but you can feel him grinning at you, enjoying your suffering.

"Haha, poor little thing. Look at you, so helpless. And I'm not even hurting you! You're just too ticklish for your own good, huh?" He sneered, pinching up and down your sides, until he inched juuust too far upwards, finding your lowest ribs.

"FUHUCK! Wait!" You yelp, curling in on yourself to the best of your ability in your trapped state.

"Hm? Ooohohooo. Is that your sweet spot?" He jeered, latching onto your ribs with deadly precision, vibrating his fingertips into the sensitive dips and bumps that made up your ribcage.

A scream ripped from your mouth as he tickled you there. It really was the worst! This whole situation was a nightmare!

"NOHO! ShihiIIIIHIT! AHAAA-!... gasp AHA! Noho! NNNAAAHA!" No amount of kicking and squirming was working. This sadistic stranger had you trapped and completely at his mercy. Something he definitely wasn't going to give you.

"Take that! And that! Haha! Bet you're regretting coming out tonight now, hah? Tickle, tickle, tickle! Weak, ticklish little looser, aren't ya?" He teased, cruelly insulting you in a childish manner. Not letting up from your sensitive ribs yet.

"Pleheheee-!... gasp GAHAHAAAD!"

"I ain't no God, call me Zack." He chuckled.

"Zahack! Plehehease! Stop! Stop! Stop! StahAHAHA!" The more you begged, the more he tickled. He was truly an evil being.

Zack grinned, shifting his hands and drilling his thumbs into your hips as he spoke.

"Ooh, look at that expression. So much suffering under such a bright smile. Haha! So silly looking~ Coochie, coochie, coo~"

"NYAAHAHA! ZAAAHACK!" You arch your back, desperately trying to dislodge his vicious thumbs from your protruding hips. "Fuhuck! NnnOHO-!... *gasp* AHAHA!"

Nothing worked! Nothing was going to work! You were completely at his mercy.

Hearing your pleas, he laughed, mocking your attempts to make him stop. "Oooh, Zaaack! Please! Don't tickle me! Oh nooo! Haha! You sound so pathetic! Tickle, tickle, tickle~! How about here? Or here? Nah, back to the ribs!"

He teased and taunted, his hands dancing between various different areas of your torso before latching back onto your ribs.

As the tears pooled in your eyes, and the laughter became breathy and full of hiccups, you wondered if he would ever stop.

"HEHELP! Help-! Ahaha! H-HeheaaaAAAHA! Help mehehe! Please!"

"Calling for help now? Pff, you really are completely helpless, aren't ya?" His cruel smile sent a shiver down your spine, realising just how right he was.

"NOHO! S-ShihihahaAHA-! AH!" A yelp passed your lips as the crook buried his face into your neck, blowing a raspberry into your skin, making you shrill in ticklish delight.

He loved the sounds you were making. So pained, yet so happy! It's weird, even this killer knows that. "Haha, I wonder how long you can take this. An hour? Several hours? A day maybe?! PfffAHAHA! Let's find our, shall weeee? Yyyyy/nnnn~?"

You weren't sure how long this torture had gone on for, but the awful tickling sensations on your hips suddenly stopped. You blinked the tears from your eyes, realising that Zack was no longer sitting upon your waist.

He stood, yawning and stretching his arms as if he was the one who was tuckered out. "Aaah... Bored now. You can go." He chuckled, nudging your shoe with his.

".... Oooor you can stay on the floor? If that's what you want?" When he realised just how tired you were, he scoffed, standing over your head and grinning down at you.

"Let's put it this way, if you stay there too long, I might get all worked up and start tickling you again."

"I'M UP! I'm going!" You scramble to your feet with a sudden burst of energy. The thought of another round of tickles made you feel ill. You dashed a few feet out of his range before turning back to see... No-one.

The Tickly Terror was still out there somewhere. He's probably looking his next victim...

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Thank you for reading! 😚❤️

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