#demon slayer tickle drabble

[tickling-giggles]

Hiii I have a request :) can you please do a really fluffly ler rengoku tickling his ticklish s/o? Tysm it means a lot!! <3

Appreciation

A/n: I’m sorry I took a long time to get to this😭, no problem nonnie🫶🏾✨. I promise to get through all of my rq I’ve done most of them I just haven’t had to time to clean them up☠️

[F/F] favorite flowers

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You came home after slaying a couple of lower ranked demons, with Shinobu and Tanjiro.

“Baby I’m homeeee!” You sung, no response. You walked into the yoga room and called, no answer. Then you walked into the workout room, no answer. Next you checked his office, no answer. Finally you checked the bedroom, no answer.

You couldn’t find him anywhere which surprised you, normally he gets home before you, but not this time. It made you 10x happier, this gave you the chance to celebrate your guys 5th year anniversary together, slaying demons together. The last 4 years you two couldn’t due to, you both being extremely exhausted or being busy.

Thinking of it got you moving to do it you decided to cook his favorite meal, make his favorite drink, and have a sovie night (snuggling movie night Rengoku made up that not me).

It didn’t take long to make “45 minutes is pretty damn quick” you giggled, you adjusted a few things, before you heard the lock from the door. You quickly turned off the lights and hid.

“My love, I’m home” Rengoku called as he hung up his Haori. “Love where are you is kinda dark” he chuckled.

“SURPRISE HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!!!” You popped out from your hiding spot, you popped a ballon filled with confetti. “JEezh you sure did surprise me” Rengoku giggled as he clutched the surprise he had hidden behind his back.

“I’ve got everything set up just for us” you pecked his cheek, noticing that he was hiding something “Whatcha hiding” you grinned. “Oh nothing just a bouquet of someone’s f/f” He pulled from behind his back. “Awwww babe these are my favorite” you whined jumping on him.

“Awww so am I not your favorite anymore” Rengoku pouted poking out his lip.

“Of course you are silly, you’re my forever favoriteand I appreciate everything about you from that lovable fire hair all the way to your feet” You explained, exaggerating sitting your flowers in a vase.

“Awwww and I also appreciate you from head to toe” Rengoku cooed. “But you know what I appreciate the most?” Rengoku asked before tossing you (gently ofc😭) onto the couch.

“KYOjuro whahat was that for— wait um my personality?” you chuckled landing on the couch answering his question.

“Nooooooo…your adorable laughter” Rengoku answered, climbing on top of you scribbling your sides.

“W-wAHAHAhahait it tihickles!” You squealed, squirming frantically to no avail.

“Well I’m glad it does love that means I’m doing a good job”Rengoku chuckled.

“Hahahahahahaha Kyohoho plehehehehease! Ahahahahaha!”

“Please what tickle you somewhere else sure beautiful tell me where and I’ll tickle you there” He teased moving up to your armpits.

“Gahahahahahhhaha stahapihiht thahahahats nohohohohot whahaHAHHAHAHA!” You squealed

“Your laugh is so contagious! I love it!” Rengoku smiled wholeheartedly.

“B-baAHABEhEe PLEHEHEHEASE! Ihihi cAhaHANT!” You whined through your giggles.

“Ohokay okay don’t want you to pass out” Rengoku giggled.

“Thahat was soho mehean” you continued to whine curling into a ball.

“I know I know haha I’m sorrehe” he lied through his teeth still laughing at you.

“You’reehe lucky thaht I’m tohoo tired to get yohou back” you pointed at him.

“Yeah yeah sure I am, now let’s watch that movie” He sarcastically agreed before scooping you up into his arms so you two could cuddle.

[mystwrites]

Hiiii! For the event, 9, 14, or 16 for ler! Rengoku and lee!giyuu. He needs to smile. Ty!!!!

A/N: Hello, I’m sorry this took a while, but I’ve gotten to this!! I decided to go with 9! This will be the last sentence starters fic due to some…irl things happening but I have other things from different fandoms scheduled!

CW: Tickling (don’t like, don’t read)

Giyuu sat alone once more, away from the others enjoying the picnic. As much as he wanted to join the others his age laughing while drinking sake and the younger ones splashing water at one another in the small creek, he didn’t want to be a burden to the group. Perhaps they would have more fun without him. Sitting with Kanzaburo in his lap was probably better anyways. At least he could feel at ease knowing the crow genuinely liked him.

“Tomioka!”

Giyuu all but squeaked, jumping a little as Rengoku’s loud voice startled him from his racing thoughts. Kanzaburo startled and flew away with a squawk.

“Oh…gosh…” he sighed, relieved. “Don’t just shout like that, Rengoku…”

“Sorry, I really do apologize but you’re missing out on all the fun!” Rengoku exclaimed, gesturing to the group. “Why don’t you come and join us?”

“Mmm…nah. Not in the mood…actually according to Shinazugawa, Iguro and Uzui, I’ll ruin it with my “unflashy” and “depressing” aura.” Giyuu replied, looking away. “Also, you scared my crow away. Thanks for that.”

Rengoku knew Giyuu was more introverted than the rest and in all honesty, felt rather bad that he just assumed the group hated him. While Sanemi and Obanai were vocal about their dislike for Giyuu, it was all misunderstandings. Rengoku knew Giyuu wasn’t cocky and sensed that he kept a distance to make sure he didn’t get attached but he hated the thought of Giyuu believing he was hated.

While Rengoku could never get a good read on what was going on through his comrade’s head, he knew Giyuu was sad for some reason. Surely if being hated on daily was getting to him, they should talk about it as a group with Gyomei mediating the exchange.

“I don’t think they think that.” Rengoku started, opening his mouth to continue before Giyuu cut him off.

“Oh yeah? Ask them yourself.” he snorted. “I’m sure they’ll tell you all the reasons why I shouldn’t have even came to this picnic to begin with. In fact, I think I’ll go home.”

Now frowning, Rengoku realized that Giyuu distanced himself specifically because of what the others thought of him. Instead of trying to argue back, Rengoku sat next to his peer before he could leave and stared at the leaves rustling above them.

Wanting to make Giyuu smile, Rengoku searched his brain for ways to make people laugh. He knew jokes wouldn’t work on Giyuu and neither would slapstick humor. Giyuu was different from Tanjiro and his friends and vastly different from Senjuro, but there was one universal trick that could work if executed correctly. He just had to hope it would work.

“Tomioka…” Rengoku said, smiling at Giyuu just as he rose from his place on the grass.

“I don’t like that look on your face, Rengoku…you’re up to something…”

“I know a way to make you smile!~”

Taking one look at Rengoku’s smiling face sent Giyuu running as fast as he could. However, much to his shock, he wasn’t fast enough. Before he realized it, Rengoku held him tightly and gave his already messy hair a noogie.

“Aaggh!! Rengoku!!” Giyuu growled, trying to fight the playful man off.

“Don’t fight it, Tomioka! I’ll make you smile!!” Rengoku grunted, managing to wrestle Giyuu down to the grass.

“I will fight it!!!” Giyuu huffed, trying to put Rengoku in a chokehold. “Get off!!!”

“No! Let me make you smile!!”

“I don’t want to!!!”

“Don’t fight it, Tomioka!!! Just submit!! Smiling is a lot of fun!!”

The sudden wrestling match caught the attention of the other Hashira, the group all watching to see what would happen to Giyuu should Rengoku cause him to tap out. Gyomei, Mitsuri, Muichiro and Shinobu looked on with interest while Tengen, Obanai and Sanemi watched the scene and continued with their argument about who knows what.

“Nooo!! C’mon man!!” Giyuu growled, shoving at Rengoku’s face. “Get off of me-EEEEEEHEEEYYYY!!!”

As soon as Giyuu let out a shriek upon feeling Rengoku press into his sides, the Flame Hashira wrestled the Water Hashira down with ease, tickling his flanks. Instant laughter burst from the normally Giyuu and filled the air. Seeing Giyuu smile made Rengoku smile and looking up at the others. Everyone turned to look at Giyuu who was flat on his back, legs and arms flailing as Rengoku tickled him silly.

“Told you I could make you smile, Tomioka!~” Rengoku purred, causing Giyuu to push at him with more force.

“Yohohou said s-smihihile not l-lahahaugh!” Giyuu whined, shrieking as Rengoku found that oh so terrible spot under his ribs. “GEHEHET OFF OHIHOF MEEEHEHEHEE!!!”

“Mmm…maybe I wanted you to laugh too!” Rengoku shrugged, laughing along as Giyuu fought to escape from his tickly embrace. “Don’t try to escape, Tomioka! I wanna make sure that smile stays on your face!”

As much as Giyuu didn’t want to smile, he couldn’t help but smile and laugh as Rengoku continued to dig into his sides. Much to Giyuu’s shock, Rengoku tickled every ticklish spot one could have, deciding that he enjoyed the reactions Giyuu gave of his sides, armpits and thighs were tickled.

“IHIHIT HURTS!!” Giyuu complained, kicking out frantically. “MY CHEHEHEEKS HUHUHURT!! LEHEHET ME GO!!!!”

The rest of the group snickered as Giyuu let out a shrill scream, kicking and flailing about as Rengoku sat on his thighs and dug his fingertips into his stomach. Hands batted weakly at Rengoku, desperate for the tickling to stop but too weak to put an end to the activity. Gyomei finally decided to stand up and put an end to the chaos realizing that Giyuu was slapping the ground constantly and struggling to catch his breathe.

“Alright, alright. Let him go, Rengoku.” Gyomei chuckled, patting his head. “I think Tomioka’s cheered up enough.”

Taking one more good long look at Giyuu, Rengoku nodded and released Giyuu from his grasp. Extending a hand, he helped Giyuu to his feet and chuckled.

“You okay?” he asked, once again ruffling Giyuu’s messy hair.

“Sure. Yeah, yeah I’m fine.” Giyuu replied, his face going back to its normal appearance.

“Hey, can you at least smile a little?” Rengoku asked, pulling Giyuu’s lips up into a forced smile.

“If you stop touching my lips and forcing me to smile, maybe I will.” Giyuu replied, making Rengoku laugh and pull away.

“Good, now come join us.”

[tickly-trashcan]

Win {Tanjiro and Inosuke}

“Hah! I won, Kamaboko!” Inosuke cheered, jumping up from the table and doing a celebratory dance.

Tanjiro laughed pleasantly, nodding his head. “Indeed, you did! I shouldn’t have underestimated your arm-wrestling abilities.”

Inosuke turned around from his dance. Tanjiro could only imagine he was narrowing his eyes at him in displeasure, but all he saw was a boar head staring at him.

“You underestimated me? Me?! You’re foolish to underestimate me!!”

Tanjiro laughed softly. “Ah yes, please forgive me.”

Inosuke leaned into Tanjiro’s personal bubble. “Are you mocking me?”

Tanjiro shook his head, sensing he should not have laughed at Inosuke, even if it was not out of malice. “Eh? No! Why would I mock you?”

Inosuke crossed his arms and stood again, towering over the seated Tanjiro. “You were foolish to underestimate me, and more foolish still to laugh in my face!”

“I wasn’t laughing at you, Inosuke!” Tanjiro chuckled nervously. Inosuke glared down at him.

“You’re still laughing.”

“I can’t help it!” Tanjiro said, anxious giggles beginning to spill from his lips. Inosuke had enough and finally pounced on Tanjiro, making him yelp before dissolving into more giggles. These ones were not from nervousness, however, but rather from the fact that Inosuke had latched onto Tanjiro’s hips and was squeezing them with tickly intent.

“Inohohosuke!! Nohoho, wait– Don’t tickle mehehehe!!”

“You laughed in my face after I claimed a victory! It’s only fitting that you suffer from more laughter, since you seem to enjoy it so much!”

“I wahahahasn’t laughing at yohohou! I was nehehervous!!” Tanjiro squealed when Inosuke found his tummy, pinching and prodding at it with deviously fast fingers.

“Inosuke!! Stahahahap! Plehehehease, it tickles!”

Inosuke only grumbled, but he eventually let up. He did not let go of Tanjiro’s hips, holding onto them while he caught his breath. “Why were you nervous?”

“I-I thought I had upset you. I didn’t mean to make you feel like I was making fun of you,” Tanjiro said softly. He went to move Inosuke’s hands away from his hips, which prompted Inosuke to pull his hands away.

“You still think I’m the best arm-wrestler?”

Tanjiro shrugged. “You’re better than me! You should go against Rengoku next and then we’ll determine whether or not you’re the best.”

Inosuke nodded proudly. “I’ll beat him too!”

[ticklygiggles]

Omg omg omg! Three sentences game! Can you do some Lee!Muichiro and Ler!Tanjiro please? For the spot, neck! Like maybe Muichiro's long hair reminds him of Nezuko, and he offers to braid it or comb it out, only to keep brushing up against Muichiro's neck accidentally or on purpose cause Muichiro's a cutie

I hope you have fun! And hope the writer's block passes soon. Have a good day!

You seem so excited omg asjdjsf I love these cuties bonding dsjfjdf so of course I can write this for you! I hope you enjoy this! It got longer than expected ooooopppsss

“You know… I was thinking that your hair reminds me a little bit of Nezuko’s,” he said, gently grabbing one of Nezuko’s braids and showing the two different colors of her hair. “So I was just wondering if your hair would look as pretty when braided, Tokito-kun” he chuckled sheepishly. 

Muichiro looked at Nezuko’s braids and he noticed only then her hair also was two different colors. He looked at Tanjiro and even though he didn’t ask him if he could braid his hair, he could see the question in his bright, big eyes. Muichiro sighed and he turned around, his back facing Tanjiro’s. “That’s stupid, my hair would not look as pretty as Nezuko’s,” he said and he heard Tanjiro gasping softly before he was behind him, his gentle fingers weaving through his hair, trying to remove any knots.

Tanjiro’s touch really was gentle, Muichiro couldn’t help but relax, feeling the gentle pulls of his hair and hearing Tanjiro mumbling as he braided his hair. He even felt like falling asleep, but he just couldn’t because every time Tanjiro’s fingertips brushed against the back of his neck, he would jump slightly, a smile pulling at his lips. Over and over and over Tanjiro’s fingers would brush against his neck and Muichiro could barely stop himself from giggling, until he couldn’t. 

“Tahahahanjiro!” He laughed, scrunching his shoulders and tilting his head back when Tanjiro started to actually tickle his neck. “Ah, so you really are ticklish, huh? I was wondering why you were moving so much, Tokito-kun. You have a cute laugh, don’t you think so, Nezuko?” The girl hummed in agreement and much to Muichiro’s surprise, he felt her nails gently scratching at his exposed neck, making him laugh even more as he tried to escape from both siblings. 

“My brahahahaid!” Muichiro said between giggles, falling on his back as both Tanjiro and Nezuko tickled his neck away. “Ah, don’t worry, Tokito-kun, I have finished quite some time back!” Muichiro gasped, but he could barely do that as he kept laughing and laughing. “I wihihill gehehet you bahahack!”

Well, at least he really looked cute with his hair braided!

[lee-lucius]

Stress Reliever

Word Count: 522

"Are you alright?" Tanjiro asked, gently combing his hands through Muichiro's hair, who had walked into the room and plopped himself down on Tanjiro's lap, cuddling up to him without a word. 

"Tired," He mumbled, squeezing his eyes shut as he buried his face in the crook of Tanjiro's neck.

It was never easy being in the Corps, especially when he was Hashira, but today was worse than usual. He just wanted to forget about it all and unwind with his boyfriend. 

Tanjiro massaged his scalp, quiet for a moment before he asked, "Do you want me to help you relax?"

He didn't say it outright, but Muichiro knew what it meant. "Yes," was his immediate response.

Tanjiro shifted, wrapping one arm around Muichiro's waist to support him while the other lightly scribbled its fingers against his back. 

He tittered, and soft, slightly muffled giggles burst freely from him. Leaning further into Tanjiro, he tried to hide his beaming smile and reddening face. Almost instantly, he felt himself relax, his tense muscles loosening and his stress replaced with waves of euphoria, making him sink further into Tanjiro's touch.

"Is it helping?"

Muichiro could hear the smile in his voice. Tanjiro enjoyed this as much, if not more than he did. There was nothing quite like seeing his boyfriend so elated, like being able to make him so blushy and giggly and flustered, like helping him unwind on the bad days, like today. 

"Yehehes!"

And, it certainly didn't hurt that Muichiro was absolutely adorable. It was always obvious how much he was enjoying it. His bright eyes practically begged for more, not that he was shy about doing it himself, and his laugh was filled with such jubilation that it sent Tanjiro into his own state of bliss. 

"That's good, because I love seeing you like this." He ran a finger along his spine, making him squeak.

No matter how much Muichiro tried, he could never stop himself from squirming. Despite his joy, his instincts urged him to somehow wiggle his way to freedom. Tanjiro teased him for it plenty, which was fair considering all of the hits he'd taken from Muichiro's stray, flailing limbs throughout their relationship. In an attempt to avoid another incident like that, he clung to Tanjiro's neck, arms locked around him as his legs stomped at the ground and kicked wildly, the rest of his body shaking. 

Still impossibly gentle despite it all, Tanjiro traced random shapes onto his back with a single finger, while Muichiro giggled uncontrollably. Light tickling always was worse; his hair stood on end, the anticipation building, and his blush growing as he was reduced to a helpless mess from so little. But he didn't protest, because Tanjiro knew it was what he preferred when he wanted to de-stress like this, because Muichiro knew he was safe in the arms of someone who loved him, and that made it all the more enjoyable. 

"Is it too much?" His sweet, lovely, unbelievably kind Tanjiro asked.

And he shook his head, unable to hide his smile as he looked up, meeting Tanjiro's eyes. "Nohoho, ihihits perfehehect."

[intheticklecloset]

Miscellaneous Coffee Shots #2

A compilation of coffee shots for fandoms that I'm pretty sure I will not be writing for anymore. This compilation includes: Dakaichi, Demon Slayer, Junjou Romantica, Sekaiichi Hatsukoi, and Snow White With the Red Hair.

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Dakaichi

Lee Junta, Ler Takato

“Ah!” Takato barely covered up his surprised squeak in time, blushing furiously as his partner leaned over his shoulder from behind and chuckled into his ear.

“Gotcha,” Junta teased, arms slipping around the smaller man playfully. “You’re so sensitive, Takato~”

Takato growled, wriggling in his grip. “I’ll make you regret that,” he snapped. “Mark my words.”

Junta chuckled again, not believing him in the slightest, but it only made the fire in Takato’s chest burn even more. He would get revenge this time. He would!

~

Later that night after they’d put the groceries away, had some dinner, watched a movie, and were climbing into bed, Junta began kissing his neck and ears as he usually did to get things going, but this time Takato was having none of it. In a move so quick it actually caught the light-haired man by surprise, the smaller of them was suddenly on top with Junta looking up at him.

“What do you think you’re doing, Takato?” Junta purred, smirking.

Takato flushed, but he was not backing down now. “I’m making you pay for all the times you’ve embarrassed me in public, you demonic angel. Take this!”

Fingers flew across Junta’s torso, causing him to snort and cackle, arms pressing against his sides reflexively. “Hehehehey! Tahahahakato, dohohohon’t do that!”

“‘Don’t do that?’” Takato asked, incredulous, beginning to dig once his fingertips found a good spot just above his partner’s hips. The way the light-haired man threw his head back with clenched teeth as helpless giggles bubbled out of him was beyond worth it and so adorable Takato almost couldn’t stand it. “You never stop teasing me, even when I beg you to. So yes, I think I will do this. Seems you’re quite ticklish, Junta~ How could you have kept this from me? Hmm?”

Junta whined, barely managing to catch his lover’s eye as his giggles grew up and became genuine laughter, Takato’s thumbs rubbing circles into his hipbones and turning him to putty far quicker than either would have imagined possible. “Ahahahahaha! I’m sohohohohohorry, Takato! Plehehease!”

Takato snorted. “Sorry? No, you’re not sorry. But you will be.” He smirked, settling in, determined to make his infuriating partner beg him for once. “You will be.”

*

Demon Slayer

1) Lee Tanjiro, Ler Inosuke

“Fight me!”

“No.” Tanjiro ducked under Inosuke’s swinging kick, unsurprised and unbothered. It wasn’t unusual for his friend to get riled up like this, so dodging out of the way really felt like part of his everyday routine at this point. “You know I won’t fight you.”

“Yes, you will,” Inosuke insisted, kicking again, missing again. “I’ll get you to give up and fight me eventually!”

“I really won’t.” Another dodge, another jump over an attempted sweeping of his legs. Tanjiro rolled with it every step of the way. “Eventually you’ll be the one to give up and leave me alone.”

“Not today, Manjiro!”

“Tanjiro.”

Inosuke grumbled, eyeing his rival closely. Kicking the air wasn’t doing him any good. Maybe punching would be better? Though he wasn’t as good at that, it was at least worth a shot, wasn’t it? Balling up his fist, he swung his arm towards Tanjiro’s torso.

Tanjiro was surprised by the change in tactic, but still had enough training under his belt to jump out of the way in time. However, he was still unprepared enough that in trying to dodge he tripped and fell over. Before he could sit up again, Inosuke had seized his moment and pinned him to the ground.

“Fight me!”

“No!”

“I’m not letting you up until you agree to fight me in mortal combat – why are you laughing?!”

Tanjiro was biting his lip, desperately trying not to giggle and failing miserably. He flailed his arms, trying to claw Inosuke off of him. “I’m s-sorry! I’m not trying to! Y-You’re – ehehehehehe! – you’re tickling me!”

“What? Tickling?” Inosuke glanced down, confused and frustrated. He curled his fingers in, digging into his friend’s upper ribs, making Tanjiro jolt and giggle even louder.

“S-Stohohohohop!”

“I wasn’t trying to tickle you,” Inosuke grumbled, settling himself on Tanjiro’s waist, purposefully digging and clawing into his ribs and underarms this time. “But this seems to make you weak against me just as well, so I’ll take it!”

“Nohohohohoho! Wait, Inohohohosuke! Dohohohohohon’t!”

“Don’t what? Don’t tickle you? Don’t tell me you’re giving up that easily, Banjoro.”

“It’s Tahahahahahanjiro!”

“What kind of demon slayer are you if you can’t take a little tickling? I’m not even hurting you, you wimp!” Inosuke laughed, though it wasn’t mean. It sounded like he was enjoying messing with Tanjiro this way more than he was letting on.

Tanjiro laughed when his friend scribbled into his underarms, clamping his arms down in the split second before Inosuke grabbed both of his wrists and shoved them above his head, pinning them there while continuing to tickle gently but relentlessly.

“Oh, no you don’t!”

“Ahahahahahahaha! Stahahahahahahap! I behehehehehet you’re juhuhuhuhust as tihihihicklish as mehehe!”

“Oh yeah? Bold words for someone who’s losing the battle right now.” Inosuke laughed victoriously. “Guess the only way for you to find out is to fight me.”

*

2) Lee Tanjiro, Ler Inosuke

“How could you?!” Zenitsu screamed, beginning to punch Tanjiro from behind before the poor man even had the chance to turn around.

“How could I what? Ow!” Tanjiro whined, trying to defend himself but not fighting back as his blonde friend continued to hit him. “Zenitsu, stop!”

“You told her, didn’t you?!”

“Told who what?!”

“Nezuko!”

Upon hearing his sister’s name, Tanjiro was only more confused. “What about her?”

“You told her, didn’t you? You told her how ticklish I am!”

Tanjiro could only blink at him, completely lost. “Uh…” Truthfully, he hadn’t even known Zenitsu was ticklish at all, let alone how much. “Did she…?”

“Yes!” Zenitsu resumed punching him. “And it’s all your fault!”

“Stop hitting me!” Tanjiro whined, finally managing to grab his friend’s arms and stop him. It was at this point that Inosuke seemed to have overheard their ruckus and came barreling up to join in on whatever was happening. “Zenitsu, I didn’t tell her anything. But even if I did, it’s no reason to hit me.”

“Why’s he hitting you?” Inosuke demanded, bouncing on his feet. “What did I miss? Who are we beating up?”

“No one!” Tanjiro exclaimed at the same time Zenitsu cried, “He told Nezuko I’m ticklish!”

“I did not!” the swordsman was growing weary of this conversation fast. He let go of Zenitsu’s hands and rubbed his forehead.

“Jeez, I thought you’d have been happy to have her lay hands on you,” Inosuke said brazenly.

Tanjiro was indignant. “Hey! That’s my sister you’re talking about!”

Zenitsu had gone silent. Very silent. Too silent.

Both of his friends watched him, exchanging concerned glances. Tanjiro opened his mouth to speak, but suddenly the blonde had perked up again.

“You’re right! I never thought of it that way!” Zenitsu then hugged the same friend he’d been punching just seconds before and took off, shouting over his shoulder, “Thanks for telling her, Tanjiro!”

“But I didn’t!” Tanjiro insisted, sighing, knowing it was all useless.

“Now, that was interesting.” Inosuke looked at him strangely. “Bold of you to spread rumors about other people when you’re pretty ticklish yourself, Hanhiro.”

Tanjiro sighed again. “Tanjiro. And I didn’t start any rumors – eeeek!”

Inosuke’s smirk could be felt even through his boar’s mask. He started out pinching, but quickly tackled his friend to the ground and tickled with more vigor, digging into Tanjiro’s ribs and sides mercilessly. Tanjiro squealed and threw his head back with a stream of giggles, weakly kicking his legs, trying to roll away.

“Hah! See? You’re ticklish, too!” Inosuke cackled victoriously. “Not so bold anymore, huh? Don’t go around telling people how ticklish blondie is when it’s just as easy to take you down!”

Tanjiro whined through his growing laughter, shaking his head in a desperate but useless gesture. “Buhuhuhuhut I dihihihihidn’t say anythihihihihing! Ahahahahaha! Inosuke, plehehehease, stohohohohop!”

Inosuke merely snorted in a way that Tanjiro knew meant he was having fun, and the swordsman resigned himself, knowing there was no way out of this ticklish situation now…

*

3) Lee Inosuke, Ler Tanjiro

“Keep up, Renjiro!”

“It’s Tanjiro!” Tanjiro shouted back at Inosuke, who was currently several paces in front of him as they ran laps around the complex where they’d been healing from yet another intense battle against the demons.

Why were they running laps? Well…honestly, Tanjiro wasn’t entirely sure himself. He’d been startled awake by Inosuke insisting they get back up and active (his friend was never one for sitting still, even while healing) before physically dragging him from bed and outside into the morning sunshine. Then Inosuke had taken off, and Tanjiro had never caught up to him since. It was amazing, really, considering how light on his feet he usually was.

“You’re getting too soft!” the boar-headed man called back to him now. “What if we get called into battle right now? You’ll die on the spot!”

Tanjiro couldn’t even argue with that. Gradually he slowed to a stop, bending over at the waist to try and regain some of his lost breath. Inosuke kept going, but a minute later he had circled around the complex and caught up to him from behind.

“Wimping out already?” Inosuke laughed. “I really am superior to you, Yonjiro!”

“Tanjiro,” Tanjiro corrected breathlessly as his friend sprinted past. “Why don’t you take a minute? You’re going to wear yourself out!”

“Can’t hear you over the sound of my victory!”

Within the next minute, Tanjiro had recovered his breath completely and was standing upright, turned to face the direction he knew Inosuke would be coming from any second now. Sure enough, after another half a minute he reappeared, looking – as much as Tanjiro could tell beneath his friend’s mask – just as worn out but stubbornly refusing to take a break.

“Inosuke, stop,” Tanjiro tried to order, but typical Inosuke completely ignored him and began to run past again.

Tanjiro quickly channeled what little energy he had left into bolting after his friend before he got too far away, wrapping his arms around his waist from behind, trying to slow him down by sheer force of gravity.

When that didn’t work – and before he could be pummeled to death by his friend’s endlessly pumping legs – Tanjiro did the only thing left he could think of. He dug his fingers into Inosuke’s ribs.

Inosuke let out a startled yell and twisted as he ran, sending both of them to the ground in a heap. Before he could think twice, Tanjiro was on top of him, fingers dancing along his ribs and sides quickly but with a light, playful touch that merely kept his friend in snorting giggles – enough to keep him from taking off again easily.

“Take a break,” Tanjiro said now that he had his friend’s full attention. “You’re going to wear yourself out, and then you’ll be dead if we get called into battle.”

“Thohohose dehehehehemons cahahahan’t kill me!” Inosuke cackled out his defiant reply, squirming on the ground and only barely trying to fight Tanjiro off of him. “And neheheheheither will thihihihihis pathetic attehehehehempt!”

Tanjiro smiled and kept tickling, enjoying the sudden, fun turn this morning exercise had taken. “Then it’s a good thing I’m not trying to kill you, isn’t it?”

*

4) Lee Inosuke, Ler Tanjiro

“Gyah!”

Inosuke turned to Tanjiro, who had jumped like a startled kitten at the slightest movement nearby. It was just another weird shadow, but the overactive boy didn’t seem to realize he was panicking over nothing.

“I’ve already told you,” Inosuke said, “there’s no one there. Stop being such a wuss.”

“You can’t know there’s no one there,” Tanjiro replied, hand on the hilt of his katana, ready to strike at a moment’s notice.

“Of course I can.”

“You’re too relaxed! You need to have your guard up, Inosuke.”

“It is up.” Finally the boar turned to look at him fully. “Why are you so freaked out? This is weird for you.”

Tanjiro hesitated. He knew his friend was right, and he didn’t exactly want to admit why, but…

“My…my sister,” he finally managed, glancing around. “She’s not here with me, and it’s making me jumpy. I’m used to her weight on my back. And…I don’t know. Having her here just makes me feel better.”

Inosuke snorted. “Thanks.”

Tanjiro immediately realized how that may have sounded and backtracked. “No, no! Having you nearby helps, too, Inosuke! It’s just—”

“She’s your family. I get it,” Inosuke replied in a gentler tone, crossing his arms. “But seriously, you gotta calm down. There’s nothing here, and if there was, I’d know about it. You’re safe with me.”

The words were comforting, and Tanjiro finally felt the tension in him bleed out a little. “Thanks.”

Inosuke nodded, then turned and continued trekking onward. Tanjiro hurried to keep up. Watching his brazen friend so confidently strolling through a forest in the middle of the night both empowered him and made him curious. “So…if something were out to get you, you’d sense it?”

“How many times do I have to tell you? Yes, I would know.”

Tanjiro grinned, feeling mischevious. He lunged forward. To his surprise, Inosuke indeed suspected he’d do so and whirled around to meet him, but it did nothing to prevent the two of them from sprawling onto the ground together. Tanjiro’s hands quickly found purchase on his friend’s stomach, scribbling wildly. He was rewarded with a snort and a leg kicking into the air behind him

“Whahahahat?! Why are you – ahahahaha stahahahap! Hanhiro!”

Tanjiro chuckled, quickly laying on top of Inosuke so he couldn’t wriggle away easily, enjoying his surprisingly high-pitched laughter. “Maybe I should tickle you until you get my name right!”

“Nohohohoho!” Inosuke cackled, bucking again, another snort filling the air between them. “Quihihihihihit it! Lehehehehet me go!”

“But hearing you laugh makes me feel safer,” Tanjiro teased.

Inosuke groaned through his increasing giggles.

The two of them wound up being fairly late getting back home.

*

5) Lee Tanjiro, Ler Nezuko (ft. Zenitsu and Inosuke)

There were screams coming from a few rooms down the hall, startling Inosuke and Zenitsu into first looking at each other for confirmation they were both hearing it and then flying out of their beds in the sick ward to investigate the source.

Zenitsu fretted the whole way, worried it was a demon that neither of them were really prepared to fight in this state, but when Inosuke reached the room and flung open the door, both of them stopped short on the threshold, staring.

“GUYS!!” Tanjiro shrieked, red-faced and teary-eyed, laughing himself silly as his sister sat on his waist and danced her fingers along his torso, one hand plunged into his armpit. “HEHEHEHELP MEHEHEHEHEHE!!”

“What…?” Inosuke muttered, but Zenitsu’s eyes were wide and he couldn’t help blushing seeing the beaming smile Nezuko gave them both. Even though she couldn’t speak, it was apparent to them both how happy she was reducing her older brother to hysterics like this.

Neither of them moved.

Tanjiro continued kicking the air and pushing weakly at her hands, begging for mercy. “PLEHEHEASE, NEZUKO!! STAHAHAHAHAHAP!! I FEHEHEHEHEEL BEHEHEHEHETTER I SWEHEHEHEHEAR!!”

Zenitsu shoved past Inosuke and hurried over to them both. Nezuko watched him, curious as to which one of them he’d help. “Was Tanjiro feeling sad? Is that why you’re tickling him?”

She nodded.

He shot Tanjiro a smirk and positioned himself behind his friend’s head, reaching for his flailing wrists and pulling them away so his entire torso was opened up for Nezuko. “Then allow me to assist you, my lady!”

Nezuko beamed at him, and he felt his heart skip a beat.

“WAHAHAHAHAIT NO!! NOHOHOHO, PLEASE, I PROHOHOHOHOMISE I FEEL BEHEHEHEHETTER!!” Tanjiro cried, feeling panicked but also secretly enjoying this small return to normalcy for both him and his sister. Still, he screeched when she scribbled in both his underarms, Zenitsu’s hold on him keeping him at her mercy entirely. He suddenly remembered his other friend in the doorway and begged, “INOSUKE!! HEHEHEHEHELP ME, PLEHEHEHEHEASE!!”

Inosuke continued to stare for another few moments, then took a few tentative steps into the room. He was on Nezuko so fast no one had a chance to process it until her squealing giggles filled the air. The boar was just as surprised as the others that he’d chosen to intervene this way.

“Hey! Get your hands off her!” Zenitsu cried, lunging for him, but Tanjiro grabbed him around the waist and dug in, making the blonde shriek with laughter as well.

Soon all four of them were tickling each other wildly, not caring who was who, not taking sides. It was a rare moment of blissful fun for them all, and they took their time indulging in it while they could. When it was all over, all four of their hearts were full.

*

Junjou Romantica

Lee Misaki, Ler Usagi

“Are you stuck?”

“No!” Misaki shrieked, already knowing where this was going even as he struggled to get the shirt over his head and onto his body.

“Here, let me help you.”

“No! Don’t touch me-heeee! Usahahahagi-san!” the brunette squealed and burst into laughter at the light, teasing fluttering of fingers along his ribs. He wanted to bring his arms down to protect himself, but that was part of the problem – his arms were trapped in the shirt above his head, and the dark color of the fabric made it impossible for him to see anything.

Not that he needed to. He could feel Usagi smirking at him.

“There you go. Keep wiggling, it’ll come down eventually.”

“Usagi-sahahahahahan!” Misaki pleaded, trying to arch away from his evil boyfriend but only succeeding in toppling onto the couch face first, making it easier for the older man to pin him down and tickle him silly. “Nohohohohohohoho! Stahahahahahahahap, plehehehehehease – this is tohohohohohorture!”

“Is it?” Usagi teased lowly, practically lying on top of him, murmuring right into his ear, pinning him in place as he tickled. “Sounds like you’re having fun to me.”

“Please! I can’t breheheheheheheathe!” Misaki cried, truly gasping for air in the confined space he found himself trapped in. “Usagi-san!”

Thankfully Usagi could tell he was being serious, so he sat up and stopped tickling, finally grabbing the hem of the shirt to help tug it down the rest of the way, revealing Misaki’s blushing, giggly face as he turned his head to the side and gasped for air. “There you are.”

“That was mean,” Misaki pouted.

Usagi smirked, flipped him onto his back, and lightly scribbled along his belly teasingly. “I can’t wait for you to take it off later~” Misaki’s eyes widened, his blush darkened, and he grabbed the closest throw pillow he could find and smacked it into Usagi’s laughing face.

*

Sekaiichi Hatsukoi

1) Lee Ritsu, Ler Takano

“I’m mean? How would you like me to critique people, then?” Takano asked as he and Ritsu stepped out of the elevator, headed to their respective apartments for the night. At least, that was Ritsu’s plan, anyway – but god knew Takano often managed to get him into his own apartment one way or another.

“Just be nicer about it,” Ristu muttered. “It’s not that hard. Instead of saying something sucked, you could say you understand what they were trying to do but think it would come across better a different way. Authors are delicate creatures, you know.”

“Too delicate.” Takano sighed. “Whatever. I stand by my methods, and I daresay you could learn from them yourself, Onodera.”

“I don’t think so.”

“Hey.” Takano grabbed his hand. “Stay with me tonight.”

Ritsu yanked his hand away. “No, thank you.”

“What’s the matter? Should I be nicer in my methods of persuasion?”

“You could stop grabbing me randomly like that, for one.”

Takano shook his head. “Maybe you just need a lighter touch.”

“L-Lighter…touch?” Ritsu took a step back, gasping when he felt the wall behind him. Takano trapped him against it. He didn’t like where this was going. “Whatever you’re thinking, it’s a bad idea.”

“Oh?” The taller man smirked, gently trailing his fingers down Ritsu’s sides to his waist. “You used to love it when I tickled you, remember?”

Ritsu’s eyes went wide. He struggled to keep his giggles at bay but was helpless against his wide smile. “S-Stop it!”

“Don’t you remember, Onodera? How you used to beg me to tickle you in high school?”

“Shut up! I’m not a kid anymore!”

“No,” Takano conceded, grabbing onto his sides with a vengeance and wrestling him into his apartment with relentless tickling, grinning at the squeals and giggles he got in response. “But you’re still just as ticklish.”

“Nohohohohohoho! W-Wahahahahahait! Takano! S-Stohohohohohohop…!”

*

2) Lee Kisa, Ler Yukina

“You know, I don’t think I’ve ever heard you really laugh before,” Yukina murmured into Kisa’s ear as he hugged him from behind, making the smaller man blush and squirm in his grasp.

“So?” Kisa mumbled. “Let me go, I’m trying to cook dinner.”

“What’re you making?”

“Food.”

“Oh, good. I thought it might be shoes.”

Kisa smirked, biting his lip. He tried not to giggle.

Yukina groaned playfully, grabbing his sides, tickling him. “Oh, come on, that was funny!”

“Hey! N-No! Yuki – stohohohop!” Kisa squealed, bringing his arms to his sides defensively, ladle still in hand. “You’ll buhuhuhuhurn me! Stohohohop!”

Yukina snatched the ladle from his hand while still tickling up into his underarm, forcing Kisa to twist to the side so he could put the utensil back in the pot and turn off the burner before wrestling his smaller boyfriend to the floor and pinning him there, fingers flying up and down his torso.

“Nohohohohohoho! No fahahahahahair tickling – Yuki, plehehehehehehease!” Kisa laughed, flailing and kicking, head thrown back with helpless cackles. “Ahahahahahahaha! Stohohohohohop!”

Yukina beamed down at him, slipping a hand beneath his sweater to scratch at his navel, adoring the shriek of desperation that he pulled from his partner. “You are too cute.”

“I’m nohohohohohohohot! Plehehehehease stop it, Yukihihiehehehehehe!”

Yukina gently took his hands and laced their fingers together, pinning them to the floor on either side of Kisa’s head. He leaned down to kiss him. “I love your laugh~”

“S-Shut up,” Kisa muttered, blushing, turning away. “It’s not cute.”

“It is.”

“Is not.”

Fingers scribbled against his side again, making Kisa yelp and Yukina smile. “Cute.”

“Nohohohohohoho!”

“I’ll tickle you all night long if that’s what it takes to convince you~” the taller man teased, biting his boyfriend’s ear gently. “Is that what you want?”

“N-No! Ah, wait – wahahahahahahait, Yuki! Plehehehease not agahahahahahain!”

Yukina chuckled. “Better admit it then, Shouta~”

“B-Buhuhuhuhuhut I’m nohohohot—! GAH!! NOHOHOHOHO, OKAY!! OKAHAHAHAHAY I’M CUTE PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE NOT THEHEHEHEHEHERE!! NOT THERE – YUKI!!!”

*

Snow White With the Red Hair

1) Lee Zen, Ler Izana

“Don’t do that!” Zen snapped at Izana, the next words coming out before he could stop them. “I’m ticklish!”

Izana quirked an amused brow at him. Zen immediately wished he’d kept his mouth shut.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he muttered, flinching on instinct when his older brother took a step toward him again. “Brother—”

“Ticklish? Yes, I seem to recall you being quite ticklish.” Izana smirked, lunging for him once more.

Oh, how Zen wished Mitsuhide and Kiki were here. He reacted on pure instinct and training, fighting off his older, stronger brother easily at first, but it soon became apparent that Izana hadn’t really been trying right away. As soon as he had a mind to win, the crown prince grabbed both of Zen’s wrists and shoved him against the nearest wall, pinning him in place.

“That’s more like it,” he said, chuckling at his little brother’s vain attempts to escape.

“Don’t – Izana, don’t!” Zen let out a squeak when his brother pinched his side that instantly made him go pink in the cheeks. “This is childish!”

“On the contrary. I think this is exactly what you need,” Izana replied, then scribbled over Zen’s exposed belly, making the younger prince dissolve into helpless giggles. “Does your lady herbalist know how sensitive you are?”

“Nohohohohoho!” Zen both protested and pleaded in the same breath, snickers escaping him whether he liked it or not. He hadn’t been tickled by anyone – let alone his distant older brother – in years. It was almost as if the passage of time had made him more ticklish, because he did not remember it being this bad, and Izana was hardly touching him! “Stop! Izana, quihihihihihit it!”

“It’s been a while, hasn’t it, Zen?” Izana mused as though he weren’t making his brother cackle helplessly at his touch. “I’d almost forgotten how girly your giggles are.”

“Thehehehehehey’re nohohohot!” Zen snapped as best he could manage, cheeks going from pink to red. “Stohohohohop already!”

Finally Izana seemed to have had his fun. He released Zen and turned his back on him in one swift motion, leaving the younger prince to gather himself. “Well, that’s enough playing around.”

“You’re the one who—!”

“We both have work to do, so we’d best get to it, brother.” Izana’s tone was businesslike as usual, but Zen noticed with no small amount of surprise how his elder sibling shot him a knowing smile over his shoulder as he departed. “We’ll have to catch up some other time.”

*

2) Lee Obi, Ler Shirayuki

When Ryu stepped into the medical room, he took one look at Obi’s giggling form and stopped short. “What—?”

“Ryu! Perfect timing,” Shirayuki said, waving toward the lab next door. “I need you to make an antidote for Obi. Someone slipped him something in his drink and now he’s…well, like this.”

Obi snickered like it was a terrible joke he was trying not to react to. “I’m lohohohohohoopy!”

“You are,” Shirayuki replied gently as if responding to a child. “Ryu?”

Ryu blinked and stepped away without another word.

It was certainly unheard of for Obi to be so openly happy about something, but the thought that someone had managed to give him something to lower his defenses made one wonder if the drink wasn’t intended for Zen and Obi had swiped it first.

Either way, they had an overly giggly bodyguard to deal with now.

“You’re prehehehehehetty,” Obi cackled at Shirayuki, taking her arm and swinging it playfully. “I lihihihihihihike you. And Zehehehehen. And eheheheheveryone!”

Shirayuki was doing her best not to laugh herself. This was a serious matter and she knew it. “Thank you, Obi. I like you too.”

“You lihihihihike Zen mohohohohore.”

“Well…I like him differently, that’s all.” She blushed at his straightforwardness, though that in itself wasn’t all that unusual.

Then Obi pulled her down so she was sitting in his lap, and that was unusual. “You lihihihihike me dihihihihifferently?”

Shirayuki tried to stand up, but when he wouldn’t let her she resorted to the only thing she could think of. She grabbed his ribs and curled her fingers in.

To her surprise, Obi let out a girlish squeal and collapsed on the mattress, clutching his stomach. “Thahahahahat tihihihihihickles!”

She really shouldn’t. She needed to get him back to normal, now. It wouldn’t be fair of her to take advantage of him like this…

He reached up as if to tickle her back, and she panicked, sliding her hands to his hips and tickling there instead.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHOHO!!” Obi cried, bursting into actual laughter now. He gripped her wrists and squirmed crazily as she poked and prodded his waistline. “NO, DOHOHOHON’T TIHIHIHIHIHIHICKLE ME THEHEHEHEHEHERE!! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

From the next room, Ryu called, “Um…Shirayuki?”

“Just hurry!” she called back, grateful he couldn’t see them, see the huge smile on her face as she played with her friend a little more. “His giggling is getting worse!”

Later, when it was all over and Obi was back to normal, Shirayuki would think of that day and cringe at how caught up she’d been in the moment. But then again, it had been so worth it to hear Obi let go and laugh like that…

[giggly-squiggily]

Heyy!! Uhm, I don’t really know if it’s okay to request this for the drabble event since it’s in the latest season of Demon Slayer- if it is, I hope you can accept my request. If not, feel free to ignore this request!

When muichiro regains his memory and is back to his old self, acting like an actual teenager, he likes teasing Romantic!Reader for fun, exploiting every weakness he finds in his s/o hehehe preferably with tickles pls

Awwww! I love this so much jarjkaekjrejkarj Muichiro is a dollbaby- he deserves only the world! I've gotcha covered, anon!

“Eeh! Stop!” You cried, leaning away when he poked your hip.

“Why? Are you ticklish?” He poked you again, giggling when you swatted at his hand halfheartedly. “I didn’t know this- did I forget or were you always this sensitive?”

“Shush! I’m trying to make the pla-ahahne!” You yelped when he poked you again, this time in the waist. “It’s gonna be croohohoked!”

“That’s fine. Means I’ll win.” Poke poke poke. Each jab and prod made you giggle and twitch, the plane in your hands getting more and more wrinkly. 

“Thihihis is cheheahhaating!” You cried, reaching out and poking him back. To your delight, he yelped and flinched, surprised at his own ticklishness. “Oh you’re ticklish too? Bring it on!”

“Oh I will!” He dropped his own plane and began poking you right back, laughing as you giggled and squirmed. A battle commenced, the two of you abandoning your projects as you jabbed at each other's torsos. He managed to land a solid prod at a particularly bad spot- making you squeal and fall back.

“Gotcha!” He quickly clambered on top of you, scratching at the spot with all ten fingers. You squealed and writhed, kicking your feet and throwing your head back as you burst into laughter.

“Muhuuhuuhichihihihro noohohohoho! Aheahahhahaha, it’s nohohohohot fahhahahahir!” You tried to get him back, squeezing at his sides and making him twitch. Alas- his Hashira training overruled whatever rank you were- leaving you basically defenseless. “Gehahahahhaa cohoohohme ohohohohn! Leheheheht mehehehe up!”

“No way! You’re so cute like this.” He teased, drinking in your smile. “I don’t think I’ve seen you this happy in a while; I want to take my time.”

“Ohoohohoh I sehehehee hoohohow it is! Whehehell- thahahake this!” You brought your legs up, wrapping them around his waist and twisting. A power move you learned from Shinobu- you were able to pin him on his back. “Thehehere!”

Muichiro blinked, slightly dazed. Then he was laughing, open and freely and happy. “Yohohou did! That was cool- teach me!”

You stared, then you were laughing too, leaning down and hugging him close as the two of you giggled yourselves silly. “I wihihill! I’ll shohohoohw you laahhahater.”

Send me a headcanon and I'll write a 300-500 word dabble for it!

[whimsyvixen]

✣ 𝕀 𝕊𝕖𝕖 𝕋𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕐𝕠𝕦 ✣

Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba Fic

Rating: 18+

Pairing: Gyutaro x Female Reader

Synopsis: The monster that visits you at night wants a different taste this time.

WARNINGS/TAGS: dark smut, explicit sexual content, non-con, extremely dubious consent, non-consensual touching, biting, mild blood, forced pleasure, dacryphilia, vaginal fingering, slut shaming.

Author's Note: This was just supposed to be short drabble, but I got a little carried away. Mind the tags and hope you enjoy!

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He tore away at the neck of your kimono, intent on exposing your soft flesh to his ravenous gaze. 

You couldn't stop the tears that flowed as he towered over you, your fear of being eaten causing you to shake like a leaf in terror. "I didn't know he was a Hashira, I-!" At the slight brush of his lips on your bare skin, you sobbed in earnest, anticipating excruciating pain in the seconds to come. 

“Please,” you sniffled, “anything but this. T-there must be something I can… oh God, don’t please, p-please, please!” Your voice rose in pitch when he scraped his teeth on your chest, leaving red welts in their wake. 

You felt the sleeve of your dress tugged further down, baring a nipple to the cool air of the room. Despair was all you could feel as you realized he was about to tear your heart right out of your chest and not give you a quick death. You shut your eyes and muttered prayers to the gods, hoping they’ll listen and save you from your fate.

~

Weak pleads for mercy tumbled out from your trembling lips, the pathetic display filling Gyutaro with sick satisfaction.

There was nothing no one (much less any god) could do to stop him from devouring you. He’d only kept you alive these past few days to heighten your fear– terrorizing you in your sleep, threatening to hurt your loved ones should you attempt to escape him, explaining in detail how he’d eat them then you, reminding you that you were nothing but food to him– anticipating how sweet your screams will be once he's fully consumed you. 

You’d be dead already from his poison if not for the vial of liquid he forced down your throat every night. He didn't want you dying on him too quickly. It was fun having a dumb little human to entertain him when he felt the need to play with his food. 

Gyutaro paused at the sight of your bare tit, tilting his head curiously at your heaving mounds of flesh. 

Ignoring your pleas, he parted the dress completely, his eyes drinking you in in all your naked entirety. Possessiveness filled him at seeing his marks all over your body, the once unblemished and pure flesh now riddled with cuts and bruises. 

“What a sight you are,” he breathed, his blood rushing south as he continued to leer at you. “You’re much prettier than the whores I’ve consumed recently.”

Gyutaro brought a hand to your bosom, tracing a line around your areola. His touch had you quivering, the rough pads of his fingers brushing your nipples and causing them to stiffen. "Oh? What's this?" he chuckled right as he pressed down on your buds. He saw you bite your lip, muffling any noise as he continued with his exploration of your chest. "I could be wrong but it looks like you're enjoying this." He groped your chest then, squeezing the pliable flesh with his eager hands. It pulled a lovely little gasp from you, your eyes widening in alarm as you looked at his cruel hands then the twisted grin on his face. 

"These are very nice," he moved his hands under your bust, seeming to test their weight in his palms. "It's almost tempting me to keep you alive. If only to," he bent his head, his breath tickling your chest, "play with you a little longer." 

He opened his mouth, his tongue rolling out to flick against your nipple. It brought forth a squeak from you, Gyutaro not giving you time to think before he engulfed it in his mouth.  He ignored your hands pushing frantically against him, too intent on suckling on the pebbled bud to pay any mind to your protests.

When you pulled on his hair hard enough to annoy him, he opened an eye to glare at you, opening his mouth wider and biting down on the soft tissue in retaliation. It had you screaming in pain, his razor-like teeth breaking the skin and making blood flow into his mouth. 

Gyutaro moaned hotly at the sweet flavor, hollowing his cheeks to suck more of you as his other hand came to fondle your neglected globe. He was immune to your sobs, your blood like ambrosia, making his mind drunk on your taste as his throat muscles swallowed all you had to give. 

Refraining from tearing a chunk out of you, Gyutaro reluctantly pulled away from your tit. It was soaked in his spit and flushed an angry red, the tender skin sure to scar in the coming days. "You stupid woman. Try to upset me again, and I'll make your death a slow and agonizing one." He squeezed his hand around your throat to drive the threat home, twisting your sore nipple between his fingers to make you cry for him. Once you nodded weakly, he removed his hand and diverted his focus to your other breast, paying it the same attention as its twin.

He loved the way your flesh gave under his grip, paying no mind to how hard he was squeezing your tits as he molded them like dough. Content with the hickeys and marks he left there, Gyutaro used his tongue to lick away any residue of blood left from your wounds. "Keep being a good girl and maybe you can convince me your life is worth something." He pushed your breasts together, placing his face between them to nuzzle them with a groan. 

He trailed his nose up to your collarbone, biting gently there before continuing his ascend. When he reached your neck, he nipped and suckled the area, intent on marring you further with his teeth. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pressed your plush frame against his lithe one, his faux hug doing little to calm your nerves.  

“G-Gyutaro, I…!” you gasped when he sunk his teeth into you, your nails digging into his shoulders as you cried out from the pain. 

~

It hurt and everything ached. 

The bruises on your body stung immensely and brought a fresh wave of tears in your eyes. You could still feel the underlying pain of his teeth on your chest, a trickle of blood cascading down to your stomach and pooling around your navel. Utter revulsion filled you at hearing his audible gulps so close to your ear, his contentment with your blood almost nauseating you.

You couldn’t help but yelp when he removed his teeth, his incisors having dug so deep that it had blood oozing from your neck. You saw him observing his handy work, tracing the inflamed skin with a smile on his face. “You look real nice like this. All bloodied and disfigured. All because of me.” He purposely pressed down on your bruises, laughing when you jerked under him from the pain. “Let’s continue, shall we?”

You looked at him tiredly, just wanting this to end already. If his poison didn’t kill you soon it was his rough handling of you that would. 

It was the caress of his fingers near your pubic hair that startled you to attention. You stared at him wide eyed, ice coursing through your veins as you realized what else he wanted. 

“No…” you whispered, shaking your head as you shut your legs.

“Wrong answer, sweetheart.” He placed his hands on your knees, rubbing on them almost lovingly before forcing them open and exposing your heat to him. 

A scuffle ensued, Gyuatro having to hold you down as you fought against him. You thrashed with all the energy you could muster, scratching at him and trying to pull down the hem of your clothes to cover your modesty.

In the end, your efforts were for naught. Subduing a human was nothing difficult for a demon. You were just exciting him with the little fight you had in you. It wasn't long before you felt your limbs get tired, unable to do anything to stop Gyutaro from placing his hands between your legs.

Soon enough, you made it easy to figure out where he needed to touch you to get the most reactions out of you.

He pumped his fingers harder and faster, his hand moving in a blur between your legs. You made little helpless cries, the continuous plunging of his fingers inside your wet heat wrecking your mind into a hazy stupor. Hearing the indecent squelching of his fingers retracting and burying themselves back inside your tight pussy made your face burn with humiliation. 

Your body trembled in shocked pleasure, your legs flailing in desperation as your orgasm drew near. "Nono-! I can't-" you babbled, shaking your head in refusal as a thin line of saliva escaped the corner of your mouth. 

Digging your nails into his arms did nothing to deter him, instead it led to him curling his fingers in a come-hither motion, using his nails to scrape against your tender walls to find the spongy tissue to stimulate you further. It wasn’t long before he located it, your own body betraying you as your hips moved in tandem with the motion of his hand. 

"You filthy fucking whore," he swore under his breath, feeling your walls spasm erratically around his fingers. "You have to be all kinds of fucked in the head to be enjoying getting your cunt fingered by a demon. You're gripping me so tight, I can barely pull my fingers out." 

He slowly began pulling his hand away, making you look at your wetness streaked across your thighs and his pale hand. The obscene view of your pussy lips clinging on to him had you mortified, unable to formulate any words at such a sight. 

He let you bask in your shame for a few seconds before shoving his fingers back inside. Using the palm of his hand to rub against your clit, he worked your body until he had you screaming for him.

~

The scent of your sweet cunt caused his mouth to salivate, a thin line of drool escaping him before he wiped it away with the back of his hand. His cock was heavy and throbbing, straining in the confines of his pants, wanting to replace the fingers lodged inside your sweet orifice.

Gyutaro wanted to feel those tight, fluttering walls around his girthy mass, clenching on his manhood as he brought you to completion again and again. He could only imagine what other reactions you’d make, forcing you to enjoy your own ruination by him and envisioning your pretty pussy swallowing all he had to give.

Gyutaro just knew you were going to feel amazing wrapped around him. 

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The NSFW Art ft my OC here -->(⁠｡⁠・⁠/⁠/⁠ε⁠/⁠/⁠・⁠｡⁠)

[sanemistar]

introducing ★ from me to you . . .ᐟ

thank you all so much for this big milestone !! it means so much to me, and i’m incredibly lucky to be receiving this love and support from all of you lovely mutuals and readers <33 so in celebration of me reaching 1k followers, i’ll be writing some short drabbles based on the prompts from my list ! genres: fluff, angst, suggestive (no smut, the best i can do is like slight making out) ★ status: CLOSED.

guidelines . . .ᐟ

choose a prompt from the list below one character for each prompt and only one request per person (no extras for mutuals this time i’m really sorry) request example: ‘hello! can i request character name + prompt number please?’

fandoms . . .ᐟ

jjk, demon slayer, honkai star rail, mha (touya, shoto, katsuki only)

prompts list . . .ᐟ

1- “relax, babe. no one can take me away from you. i’m only yours.”

2- “don’t think about stealing her from me.” “he’s your son.” ★.

3- “you’re so divine, and all mine.”

4- “i can stay in your arms all day.”

5- “you’re crazy.” “only over you.” ★.

6- “take me back to you.”

7- “you’re finally looking at me.” ★.

8- “we were never meant to be together.”

9- “but enemies don’t kiss each other like that.”

10- “why did you of all people have to have the most kissable lips?” ★.

11- “will you remarry me?”

12- “let’s drop the act, i love you for real.” ★.

13- “so, what are we?”

14- “i won’t let you go.” ★.

15- “wait… that tickles!”

16- “you’re way too close.” ★.

17- "i'm desperately looking for you in everyone i meet, but none of them is you.”

18- “it has to be you.”

19- “every part of me is in love with you.” ★.

20- “i hate how i still love you.”

note: all these prompts are mine, you’re welcome to use them if you want but you must credit me somehow in your post (either @ me or link the original post)

[reallypleasanttree]

Obamitsu Drabble ~spoilers for Demon Slayer Chapter 200~ 😭 Mitsuri POV

Someone was moving her. Her body felt heavy as if a ton of lead was attached to each of her limbs. Though she tried to move, her body didn’t listen to her. Besides the heaviness, there was the absence of sensation in her arms. There was no pain. A soft mournful hiss played in her right ear. 

“Ah, Kaburamaru,” she whispered. Mitsuri opened her eyes to find the snake crying. He draped over his master’s shoulders as normal. She had a hard time focusing as her eyes drifted up to the Snake Hashira’s face. “Iguro-san… we won?”

His grip on her tightened over her torso. Under the scent of blood and dirt, she smelled pine trees. Faintly, but it was there giving her a sense of security. She was safe in his arms. Her lighthouse. He wrapped her in his pinstripe haori, the well worn fabric rubbed against her neck. Obanai was alive. 

“Yeah, we won. Muzan’s dead,” Obanai said through clenched teeth. 

“That’s good. I don’t feel any pain, I think I’ll die soon,” she said. Obanai bent his head and she wished she could see his gentle eyes one last time. Or hold him. Just one last time. As much as she willed it her arms would not listen. She wished to cup his face, but she was denied. 

“I’m probably going to die soon too. You’re not alone,” he tried to console her. She blinked and her vision finally focused enough to see his unbandaged face. Three gashes graced his face along with old scars at the corners of his mouth. They ran across his eyes and nose, making his whole face swell. Despite the wounds and old scars, she was glad. The scars did not detract from his appearance. She finally saw his whole face and he was rather handsome. 

“I don’t want you to die, Iguro-san,” she responded. “I’m sorry I wasn’t enough help.” 

I didn’t do anything. All I did was distract the others. Everyone tried saving me. Tanjiro, Obanai, Giyuu, Sanemi, and Gyomei fought while I was useless. I always wondered if it was okay for a girl to be strong and fight. Now I know. I’m nothing more than a foolish girl who thought she could fight. At least Shinobu killed Upper Moon Two.

Tears welled in her eyes. If only she’d been more help fighting Muzan, maybe then Obanai could have lived. Now he was here holding her. What a sorry excuse for him to spend his last moments with a fool like her. Obanai brought his cheek to her forehead, forcing the self defeating thoughts to dissipate. Mitsuri pressed into his face, at least her neck would listen. 

“That’s not true. I’m begging you, don’t talk like that,” Obanai said in his raspy voice. His dark hair tickled her face. Don’t diminish yourself, he told her. Even to their last breath he brought her words of wisdom and encouragement. Ever since they met, he spoke kindly to her. It was part of the reason she loved him. 

[allovertheplace-writing]

Demon Slayer + Genshin Impact + Persona 4

"We don't see each other all that often anymore. I think we both know we've fallen out of touch."

Character(s): Mitsuri, Alhaitham, Adachi, Itto

Genre: Angst + Hurt (/ Comfort for Itto and Alhaitham)

Type: Drabble

Description: Miscommunication is something that ruins even the loveliest of relationships

Warning(s): Gender-Neutral Reader(Default), Reader is Part of The Corp(Mitsuri), Reclused Reader, Hints of Depression, Reader Has a Fear of Abandonment(Mitsuri, Alhaitham), Romantic, Toxic Relationship(Adachi), Pure Comfort/Fluff(Itto)

Do-du-du here to tug at your hearts strings du-du-do

   ➢ Mitsuri

"I think we should stop involving ourselves with each other!"

"What?" It took everything to steady your voice, yet it wavered as if you hadn't at all. "I- We haven't seen each other in months and we haven't been on missions either..I just..." Her eyes, ever so intent at studying the panels at your feet since she arrived, met your own, "Wha-" A gasp left her at the tremble of your lip and twitch of your brow. "(Y/n), no- don't cry! Ohh, please.." Her hands rose to your cheeks, but they stopped short when you shrunk back and instead pushed themselves to her chest. "I'm- I'm sorry.."

She was sorry. For what you hadn't a clue. Was it the fact she said something so hurtful or was it because of the way she made you react? Either way it had your cheeks warm with tears that burned your eyes; with tears that carved a new, invisible line against your skin. No apology or long hug could reverse the stab wounds made by her words - her intent.

   ➢ Alhaitham

"..is that what you want?"

"Yes. It would be for the best." You wanted to scream, throw up, cry- something. Anything to protest against his request to end all relations between you both; anything to let him know you did want to be with him. Yet all you could manage was a plain tone and simple noddings as you bit your tongue. He wasn't happy with what you had. He didn't get the passing quips and small smiles from you anymore, things that had been a staple in your relationship. If you could just push your heart back into your chest maybe you could say 'They're still here, Haitham! I'm still here! It's hard to do it nowadays, but I can.'

"Is that all you're going to say?" For a moment you thought he heard you, that perhaps you did say it out loud like you wished. But when you glanced back to him, he stood just as he had when he entered your study. "All I can manage to say, Haitham-" A crack in your voice was all it took to blur your image of him; to the blur the dancing sun that fell into the room and painted him gold. And a quiet gasp from your aching lungs was all it took for him to hold you; to help you hold your heart together.

   ➢ Adachi

"I just don't think it's working out anymore is all."

Nonchalant. Everything about him spoke it. The way he slouched, the way he talked, the way his brows were raised like he only said he wouldn't be able to get coffee with you today. It irked you even when you felt your heart drop into your stomach. In the beginning it had a certain charm to it, made you relax when you were nervous and made conversations easy. But now? You wanted nothing more than to return home. Screw the lunch you made him. "So we're over?" You could see how he perked up at the curt tone you used, as if he was happy you were upset. It made your gut twist into itself. "That's what I said." He didn't hide the quirk of his lips.

Truly if he was going to be that way then you had every right to do the same. "Alright then. Have a good lunch." A simple wave of the lunchbox had his eyes wide. "H-hey!" A huff fell from your lips at his yell, "You're the one who ended it, babe." There was a burn behind your eyes and a gentle blur when tears tickled your waterline. You weren't going to let him see you fall apart though. Not after all the other times he got to.

   ➢ Itto

"We're still together, right!?"

The door he threw open just about broke when it slid into it's sliding pocket, an almost thunderous thwack shaking it. "Of- of course we are..! Itto-" You shifted back from the table you were seated by as he hung onto the doorframe. "Yeah! Yeah..'course we are!" He beamed even as his lips began to tremble, even as his grip tightened on the frame. "..Itto?" He lurched forward, leaning over you before dropping onto your shoulder(and upper body), "Some mean bean people...uh, they said some...things." A sigh passed through your nose, your hand coming to rest on the back of his head, "You shouldn't listen to mean bean people. They're mean bean people!" You grumbled a little, trying to lift his spirits, "They don't know anything anyways. Because if anyone notices anything about me first when it comes to you, its how much I love you."

You wouldn't tell him how your heart fell, how you wanted to cry right as he asked if you were together. All you would do was shower him in tiny declarations of adorement and precious kisses to every inch of his face.

[mystwrites]

Ask 1: Giyu accidently discovers just how ticklish Tanjio is and uses it to "train" him.

Ask 2: Tengen learns not to tickle Tanjiro in front of Giyu.

i decided to choose the first one. i hope you don’t mind! giyuu and tanjiro share such a special friendship and i can’t wait to see their friendship grow in the next seasons🥰

Knowing Rengoku was busy out on a mission with a few others, Tanjiro had decided to ask Giyuu to train him. This was something Giyuu couldn’t refuse since he rarely got the chance to be around the kid he saved a mere two years ago. Aside from Shinobu, Tanjiro was the only slayer who would say hi to him with such eagerness. Plus, they barely saw each other throughout the day other than a five minute passing.

The two had been using the wooden katanas for a quick sparring session. Giyuu genuinely was impressed by Tanjiro’s speed and accuracy as well as sharper battle intellect. After they finished and took a break, Tanjiro needed to do abs and endurance training. Knowing Tanjiro could do endurance well, Giyuu focused on abdominal workouts, finding it amusing how Tanjiro got worn out after five minutes.

“Come on, Tanjiro. You did your sit ups. Now hold the plank.” Giyuu said, amazed at how his dwindling energy caused his form to suddenly become so sloppy.

“I’m trying, Giyuu san! I’m tired…” Tanjiro said, shaking his arms out.

“I know but you gotta push through.” Giyuu replied, walking around to the side to see Tanjiro’s positioning. “You’re not even engaging your abs.”

“What..? I’m not?” Tanjiro asked. “I swear I am!”

Giyuu shook his head. “Nope. See how your dropping your hips? Lazy form.”

Tanjiro tried fixing his posture but it still was incorrect. To correct him, Giyuu poked his lower back, signaling to lower the hips. When Tanjiro lowered it too much, he poked Tanjiro’s tummy to signal to lift the hips up. That didn’t work out and Giyuu watched Tanjiro collapse to the floor in a fit of giggles, realizing that tickled him.

“Ooh…” Giyuu squeaked, knowing he didn’t mean to tickle him. “Sorry.”

“Ihihi’m so sorry, Gihihiyuu sahahahan!! Thahat tihihickled!” Tanjiro giggled, screeching as Giyuu suddenly grabbed the center of his stomach and squeezed. “OH NOHOHO GIHIHIYUU SAHAHAN NOOOHOHO AHAHAHAAA!!!”

“This is interesting.” Giyuu hummed, a small smile forming on his face. “Alright, change of plans. Laughing is a good abdominal workout so you’re going to have a minute of tickling before we move on to endurance training. Hey! Where are you going?”

“IHIHI’M TRYING TO GEHEHET AWAY FROHOM YOU AHAHAHAHA!!!” Tanjiro squealed, kicking his feet out as Giyuu trapped his in his arms.

“But I told you this is now your ab workout! Come on, you have about forty five more seconds!~” Giyuu chuckled, squeezing with a little more force. “Nice! You’re engaging these abs!”

Attempting to roll away did nothing and Tanjiro was trapped in Giyuu’s clutches, his hand still clawing at his belly while the other held him tightly, preventing a sudden escape. All Tanjiro could do was kick his feet out and scream. Tanjiro didn’t mind however. Giyuu was less ruthless than Rengoku is so Tanjiro could tolerate it. When the tickle attack finally came to an end, Tanjiro rolled off of his friend’s lap, gasping for air.

“That’s using your abs.” Giyuu said, patting Tanjiro’s head. “Are you okay?”

“Y-yehehes!” Tanjiro wheezed, pushing himself up. “Ihihi’m okay!”

Giyuu ruffled his hair playfully and smiled. “Good. Cuz now it’s time for endurance training. I’m going to chase you and you can’t be caught…”

“W-whahat happens if I get caught??” Tanjiro giggled, squeaking as Giyuu poked his sides.

“I’ll tickle you again!~” Giyuu replied, wiggling his fingers. “You seemed to enjoy that and Rengoku told me that tickling is a good training method for you!~”

“Rehehengoku sahahan is lying to you!!” Tanjiro said, scrambling to his feet.

“Oh?” Giyuu raised his eyebrow. “Well then, if he’s lying, I’ll find out for myself exactly where you are ticklish! C’mere Tanjiro!”

Without another word, Tanjiro took off, Giyuu in hot pursuit.

[tickly-trashcan]

Sweet {Obanai x Mitsuri}

“Kanroji, we have to save some candy for the trick-or-treaters…”

Mitsuri unwrapped another candy bar and shrugged. “We’ve hardly had any. The candy will go to waste otherwise!”

Obanai chuckled and picked through the candy bowl himself, taking a gummy while Mitsuri nibbled away at her chocolate. They had two trick-or-treaters so far, and even though they only had a scary movie playing, ready to answer the door at any time, they were a bit bored.

Mitsuri sighed. “Iguro, is there any chocolate left?”

Obanai checked the bowl and dug around, pulling out a chocolate for Mitsuri. She beamed. “You’re so sweet!”

Obanai smiled and put a hand on her leg, gently rubbing his thumb against her knee. She leaned back into the couch with a smile and ate her chocolate, jumping as someone in the movie was murdered. “Ew… I still don’t really like horror movies.”

“Do you want me to change it?”

Mitsuri shook her head, but continued to cringe away from the screen. Obanai squeezed her knee reassuringly, drawing her attention. He offered her a shy smile and scooted a bit closer to her, rubbing her leg a bit.

“I can try and distract you a bit if you’d prefer.”

Mitsuri grinned. “Oh?”

Obanai traced up her leg and put his hand on her hip, drumming his fingers lightly. Mitsuri raised an eyebrow, a smile growing on her face as Obanai began to tickle her gently, making her giggle.

“Igurohoho!” She giggled softly, leaning against the arm of the couch as Obanai followed her, dancing his fingers up and down her sides as she began to laugh more. “I didn’t– I didn’t expehehehect this!!”

Obanai hummed. “I’m full of surprises, I suppose.”

He scribbled his fingers up to her ribs, making her squeal and clamp her arms down, her head thrown back over the arm of the couch as Obanai chuckled along with her. She laughed brightly, drowning out the noise of the scary movie. “Igurohohohooo!! What ahahahabout the– the trick-or-treaters??”

Obanai shrugged. “If we can’t hear them, then more candy for us, right?”

If there was anyone that came knocking on their door that night, they were not heard over Mitsuri’s giggles.

[tickling-giggles]

Tickletober Day 6: Hiding

Parings Zenitsu and Tanjiro

Lee Zenitsu

Ler Tanjiro

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Tanjiro came back to the butterfly mansion normally greeted with nezuko and Zenitsu handing him someone but this time it was different.

There was no nezuko nor Zenitsu, ‘maybe they’re asleep?’. But when he checked the room he seen a inosuke being his flexible, his futon was yellow and knew exactly who did it, also nezuko’s box was gone.

“Hey inosuke where is nezuko and zenitsu… I don’t think nevermind” Tanjiro asked also remembering that inosuke’s midriff was still healing.

“Nehehehehe shut it, I think he’s playing some type of hiding game some orange stuff was spilled on your futon just before you walked in” inosuke explained, as he switched positions.

“So basically to summarize he’s hiding from me isn’t he”

“Yep” I inosuke grinned.

‘Okay well they can’t be far since they just ran off’ Tanjiro thought as he started walking down the hallway checking every nook and cranny.

Until he heard. “Shh nezuko he’s gonna find us” Zenitsu quietly hushed her.

“I know you both are around here somewhere” tanjiro said with a playful tone. He kept looking until he seen a long strand of nezuko’s hair.

“Hmm I wonder where you guys are must be OUTSIDE” Tanjiro played dumb as he hid around the corner acting like he went outside.

“I think he’s gone nezuko c’mon” zenitsu peaked his head out before letting nezuko come out.

“GOTCHA” Tanjiro pounced on him as he walked pass him.

“NohOho nehehezuko why dihidn’t you wahaharn mehee” Zenitsu began to giggle, as Tanjiro started poking at his sides.

“Now why didn’t you run away you knew I was gonna find you” Tanjiro asked, now scribbling his sides.

“Behehcause ihi dihidn’t wahahant this toho hahahappen”

“Okay so why didn’t you atleast try to clean it” Tanjiro asked another question.

“Behehcause ihihi dihihidn’t dohohO ihiIt”

“I don’t believe that zenitsu your the only one who touches orange or yellow colored things” Tanjiro smirked as he explained. “But try again did you spill that orange stuff on my futon”

“NOhohOho I did nAhahat”

“ERR wrong answer I would like the truth” tanjiro made a buzzer noise before he moved to his knees.

“IHIHIT WAHAHASNT MEHEHEHE”

“Yeah uh hUh so who was it then” tanjiro raised his eyebrow.

“NAHAHAHA IHIHIT WAHAHAHAS NEHEHEZUHUHUKO NAHAHAT MEHEHE”

“Oh please it’s all lies you just want me to stop tickling you” Tanjiro chuckled.

“IHIHIT WAHAHAHAS LOHOHOK SHEHEHE’S SNEHEEEHEHAKING OFF NOHOHOW”

Tanjiro looked back and seen in fact that nezuko snuck off.

“Nezuko! WHERE ARE YOU GET BACK HERE!” Tanjiro spotted her running away before chasing right behind her.

Zenitsu was too tired to ask for an apology, hell he couldn’t even get a word out.

[lee-lucius]

Masterlist

All of Us Villains

Day 7 - Flustered: Lee Alistair, ler Isobel

Black Clover

Family Fun: Lee Noelle, ler Luck

Day 4 - Witch: Switches Vanessa and Luck

Day 6 - Creep: Lee Magna, ler Luck

Day 9 - Payback for a Scare: Switches Luck and Magna

Advent Calendar 1 - Cold (Drabble): Lee Luck, Ler Magna

Advent Calendar 3 - Angel: Lee Gordon, lers Grey and Gauche

Bleach

Day 8 - Truth: Lee Yumichika, ler Ikkaku

Blue Lock

Tickle Me: Lee Bachira, ler Isagi

Time to Get Up!: Lee Nagi, ler Reo

Loving Distractions: Lee Bachira, ler Isagi

Day 10 - Ghost: Lee Bachira, ler Rin

Demon Slayer 

Stress Reliever (Drabble): Lee Muichiro, ler Tanjiro 

Day 3 - Cuddles: Lee Tanjiro, ler Genya

Day 13 - Sneak Attack: Lee Muichiro, ler Mitsuri

Day 14 - Soft: Lee Muichiro, ler Tanjiro

Dr. Stone

Advent Calendar 2 - Christmas Break (Drabble): Lee Senku, ler Gen

Hunter x Hunter

Day 1 - Secret: Lees Gon and Killua, lers Leorio and Gon

Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure

Day 12 - Bites/Nibbles: Lee Bucciarati, ler Abbacchio

Jujutsu Kaisen

Day 5 - “I’m Not Ticklish” Lee Junpei, ler Yuji

Mashle: Magic and Muscles

Day 11 - Squeal: Lee Mash, ler Dot

My Hero Academia

Day 2 - Accidental: Lee Shigaraki, ler Spinner

One Piece

Fatherly Love: Lee Sanji, ler Zeff

Our Flag Means Death

A New Kind of Affection: Lee Stede, lers Izzy and Ed

The Promised Neverland

Missed You (Drabble): Lee Norman, ler Emma

[intheticklecloset]

for the demon slayer prompt #19! so sorry i forgot to add a number xjxjxjsnbk

TickleTober Day #19: Demon

~~~

There were screams coming from a few rooms down the hall, startling Inosuke and Zenitsu into first looking at each other for confirmation they were both hearing it and then flying out of their beds in the sick ward to investigate the source.

Zenitsu fretted the whole way, worried it was a demon that neither of them were really prepared to fight in this state, but when Inosuke reached the room and flung open the door, both of them stopped short on the threshold, staring.

“GUYS!!” Tanjiro shrieked, red-faced and teary-eyed, laughing himself silly as his sister sat on his waist and danced her fingers along his torso, one hand plunged into his armpit. “HEHEHEHELP MEHEHEHEHEHE!!”

“What…?” Inosuke muttered, but Zenitsu’s eyes were wide and he couldn’t help blushing seeing the beaming smile Nezuko gave them both. Even though she couldn’t speak, it was apparent to them both how happy she was reducing her older brother to hysterics like this.

Neither of them moved.

Tanjiro continued kicking the air and pushing weakly at her hands, begging for mercy. “PLEHEHEASE, NEZUKO!! STAHAHAHAHAHAP!! I FEHEHEHEHEEL BEHEHEHEHETTER I SWEHEHEHEHEAR!!”

Zenitsu shoved past Inosuke and hurried over to them both. Nezuko watched him, curious as to which one of them he’d help. “Was Tanjiro feeling sad? Is that why you’re tickling him?”

She nodded.

He shot Tanjiro a smirk and positioned himself behind his friend’s head, reaching for his flailing wrists and pulling them away so his entire torso was opened up for Nezuko. “Then allow me to assist you, my lady!”

Nezuko beamed at him, and he felt his heart skip a beat.

“WAHAHAHAHAIT NO!! NOHOHOHO, PLEASE, I PROHOHOHOHOMISE I FEEL BEHEHEHEHETTER!!” Tanjiro cried, feeling panicked but also secretly enjoying this small return to normalcy for both him and his sister. Still, he screeched when she scribbled in both his underarms, Zenitsu’s hold on him keeping him at her mercy entirely. He suddenly remembered his other friend in the doorway and begged, “INOSUKE!! HEHEHEHEHELP ME, PLEHEHEHEHEASE!!”

Inosuke continued to stare for another few moments, then took a few tentative steps into the room. He was on Nezuko so fast no one had a chance to process it until her squealing giggles filled the air. The boar was just as surprised as the others that he’d chosen to intervene this way.

“Hey! Get your hands off her!” Zenitsu cried, lunging for him, but Tanjiro grabbed him around the waist and dug in, making the blonde shriek with laughter as well.

Soon all four of them were tickling each other wildly, not caring who was who, not taking sides. It was a rare moment of blissful fun for them all, and they took their time indulging in it while they could. When it was all over, all four of their hearts were full.