#kimetsu no yaiba tickle

[italeean]

GUYS PLEASE-

I READ THIS FIC TWICE... IT WAS JUST... AAAAAAAAAHHH SO SO SO COMFORTING 😭😭😭

Like... how Muichiro asked specifically for Tanjiro to do it... and how he slowly warmed up to the feeling... and Nezuko joining... and Tanjiro telling her to be gentle... AND THEN TANJIRO BEING THE BEST BROTHER AAAAAHHH 🥹

And the ending... holy s*** the ending... poor Muichiro will have to run from Tengen and Sanemi 😹 I'm already picturing that in my mind

Borne Back Ceaselessly into the Past

Author's Note: Warning this is a tickle fic. This has been written for almost 2 weeks now. For the record, do not, I repeat DO NOT read this fic if you haven't watched episode 8 The Mu in Muichiro episode of Demon Slayer season 3 Swordsmith Village Arc and/or finished the entire manga.

Tagging (Note, I'm tagging people I talk to that I know watch demon slayer @italeean @wertzunge @myreygn @ticklygiggles @otomiya-tickles @giggly-squiggily @duckymcdoorknob

Muichiro knows the other hashiras get into tickle fights, but they take care not to include him. Before regaining his memories, he had forgotten what it was like to smile, let alone laugh. After meeting Tanjiro and everything that happened at the swordsmith village, he can recall faint memories of being tickled by his mom and dad before they died, leaving him and Yuichiro to fend for themselves. And maybe even rare times of his brother, Yuichiro tickling him whenever Muichiro annoyed him. He remembers the warmness from those moments, but he can only see the face that matches his own, albeit colder and stronger than he ever was then. The others are blurred like footprints in the sand washed away by the sea.

But he’s unsure. He attributes tickling to happy things. Yet, all these emotions he gets to experience once more are sometimes overwhelming and confusing. His survival instincts have told him to lash out, so thinks the rest or all of the hashiras would be too much.

Muichiro knows that Oyakata-sama, Tanjiro, and the hashiras care about him, but a part of him is afraid of hurting someone. The former two are kind and considerate. Shinobu is what he imagines his mom was like before she got sick. Sanemi and Obanai are strong. Although Mitsuri and Tengen can be a bit much sometimes, they have good hearts and care about the ones they love. And Gyomei is gentle despite his size and wise even though he’s blind, knowing what others need before they realize it themselves.

He doesn’t know who to go to. He’s been able to hear and remember the other hashiras’ stories, so he knows whom he doesn’t want.

“Tanjiro?”

Tanjiro greets Muichiro with the same dizzying smile, radiating such warmth and kindness that breaks through almost every wall he has. It’s so infectious that Muichiro can’t help but return the gesture. “Yes, Tokito?”

There’s a tightness in his chest. It bubbles up into his throat, and he feels like he is drowning in his own saliva. His heart is beating, no humming, like hummingbird wings. He imagines his eyes are rounder than normal as he stares at Tanjiro. Muichiro’s brain is telling him to flee.

Tanjiro’s eyebrows furrow. “Is something wrong?”

He doesn’t reply right away. Something in his head tells him he’s just nervous, but the new feeling isn’t welcome, nonetheless. “I’m…fine.”

“Well, you can talk to me if you ever need to,” Tanjiro replies with a smaller smile this time.

Muichiro debates shielding his eyes.

“Did you need something in particular?”

‘N-no?” Muichiro stammers, clenching his sword.

In reality, he knows he can ask Tanjiro for any favor, and Tanjiro would do everything in his power to fulfill the said request, but the words just won’t come. “Remember when you told me about your siblings?”

Tanjiro’s smile falters for a bit, but it quickly returns, his eyes softening. “Of course. Is there something else you want to know?”

“Huh?” Muichiro says, feeling a faint warmth on his cheeks. “It’s not that…”

“Did you need something, then?”

He’s smacked in the face by memories of someone younger and sweeter than the person he is now. He can remember bits and pieces. Tanjiro is reminiscent of shared laughter and making food with his family. It’s a feeling filled with joy, like sitting under a tree when rays of sunshine hit your face in just the right place to warm your entire body. The birds are chirping, and every negative emotion you have is replaced by the love you give and the love you get from others.

And yet, it’s sad and distant, even though Muichiro knows he can find it among the demon slayer corps, but he doesn’t know if he has enough time to trust everyone enough to feel the same way again. When he’s reminded of the person, the child he used to be, he mourns the lost innocence and the big heart his brother admired.

Muichiro takes a deep breath. It’s moments like these that remind him that Tanjiro is older than him, if only by a year or so. They’re both kids. He doesn’t like being reminded that they’re so young, but they’ve gone through so much.

“You know the thing you’d do with your siblings?” he says, turning the statement into a question.

Tanjiro’s eyes widen, blinking in response. “Oh?” He cocks his head to the right. “I know you’re still warming up to that kind of stuff, so I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“But if it’s you, then I don’t mind?” Muichiro mumbles, contemplating digging a hole in the ground and throwing himself inside it. Right now, he really wishes Tanjiro wasn’t looking at him the way he is. If a person would ever befriend a demon that wasn’t Nezuko, Tanjiro would be the one to do so.

“Well, where do you want me to start?”

Well, there’s no turning back, Muichiro supposes, as his face grows hotter. “Uhm…I don’t even remember where I’d be…you know...”

Tanjiro chuckles. “Let’s go inside where it’s more comfortable.”

Somehow in the few minutes it takes them to walk into one of the rooms in butterfly mansion, every Kakushi they pass is left glowing with happiness when Tanjiro greets them by name. Muichiro normally keeps to himself, but he might consider talking to them every once in a while.

“Can you sit in front of me?” Tanjiro asks after he kneels on the tatami mats in one of the mansion’s spare training rooms.

Muichiro’s fingers twitch as he fights the urge to fiddle with his hair, a habit he’s picked up when he’s confused or unsure. “Like this?” he asks, sitting down with his legs crossed and flat on the ground.

“That’s fine,” Tanjiro hums. He holds his hands out for Muichiro to see.

Muichiro stares at Tanjiro’s hands, his lips faintly twitching.

Tanjiro grins at his reaction. “It’s okay. We can do this at the speed you’re comfortable with.”

“…I’m just a little nervous,” he admits. Although Tanjiro’s words are comforting to a degree, Muichiro wishes his bangs were a bit longer to cover his entire face. He settles on covering his eyes with his sleeves.

“We can go slow if you’d like.”

He peeks at Tanjiro behind his fingers. “I-I think I’d be okay with that.  I just don’t know where to start.”

“Let’s start with something easy,” Tanjiro says with a chuckle, “How about your sides?”

Muichiro closes his eyes and nods before he can change his mind. He’s nervous, but he doesn’t find himself scared in any way. He trusts Tanjiro. He knows he can trust Tanjiro to stop if he feels uncomfortable.

“I want you to see what I’m doing.” Tanjiro holds up his hands in claws.

Maybe Muichiro isn’t ticklish anymore. Maybe his body has forgotten what the sensation is like.

At the electric feeling that shoots up his body, he does not topple over backward. He does not squeak when Tanjiro’s fingers make contact with his sides with a gentle flutter. His face does not flush when Tanjiro comments that Muichiro reacts just like Tanjiro’s brother, Takeo.

“Are you okay?” Tanjiro asks. Muichiro can hear that Tanjiro is equal parts amused and concerned.

And he does not pout when he replies. “I’m fine.”

“How does it feel? Am I good to keep going?”

Muichiro thinks for a moment. “…It’s different, but not in a bad way?”

He grumbles to himself when the statement comes out like a question. After losing his memories, but before recovering them, he knows his smiles are few and far between. The ones he can remember are mostly mocking enemies or forced by an overzealous Mitsuri’s hands pulling at his lips when she gets carried away.

Muichiro’s lips twitch once more, a movement that Tanjiro still doesn’t miss. “You can keep going,” he mumbles.

“Are you going to come back up here or am I going to have to go down there.”

“Noooooo,” Muichiro whines, covering his face with his left arm.

It’s just tickling. He’s seen the tickle fights the other hashiras and the demon slayers get into.

But why does he feel so light and almost giddy? It’s an emotion he’s not familiar with at all. He might have felt this way before but can’t quite remember when. Was it before he became a demon slayer? Before it was just him and Yuichiro? When his mom and dad were still alive?

He doesn’t know where this feeling came from, but he wants to find out, so he doesn’t want this, everything that’s happened after regaining his memories, to stop.

Muichiro doesn’t want to forget anymore.

When Tanjiro’s fingers start moving again, he finds himself giggling, the laughter bubbling out of his mouth like a babbling brook. He likes to think of himself as a serious person for the most part, but he just can’t stop laughing.

Besides the tickling, there’s a fluttering sensation in the back of his mind that reminds him of…home, so he just lies on the ground with his arms on his chest as more laughter pours out of him.

Muichiro’s face hurts from smiling for so long.

“Your laughter is brighter than I imagined,” Tanjiro says as if reading Muichiro’s mind. “…It’s cute.”

Muichiro cackles at the comment when Tanjiro pokes at his ribs. “I’m naahaat cuteee.”

Tanjiro clicks his tongue. “That’s what someone cute would say, right Nezuko?”

Muichiro hadn’t noticed that Nezuko had been in the room. It didn’t surprise him, since he knew Tanjiro and Nezuko were usually together, but he couldn’t focus on the details as Nezuko nuzzles her hair into his neck.

He shrieks at the slight roughness of her hair, but he wishes that necks were less sensitive. He wishes his neck was less sensitive.

Tanjiro laughs, wiggling his fingers into Muichiro’s underarms. “You have to be gentle, Nezuko.”

This time his elbows move back, arms clamping to his sides. “Aaahaaaha. Waahait. Wait. Wait,” he blubbers.

The tickling stops immediately. “Did we go too far?” Tanjiro asks, his voice oozing concern.

“No. no!” Muichiro says. And no, he does not squawk. “I just wanted to say thank you.”

Tanjiro’s face brightens at Muichiro’s words.

“M-mmph! Mmph.” Nezuko replies as she lies down beside Muichiro.

“Do you want tickles, too, Nezuko?”

“Mmhhp,” she giggles when Tanjiro’s hands spider around her stomach.

Muichiro can’t help but smile at the two of them. Maybe he and Yuichiro used to look like that when they were younger.

Tanjiro smirks at him. “Oh, don’t think I forgot about you.”

He squeals when Tanjiro does the same to his stomach, arching into Tanjiro’s fingers because it tickles too much. He doesn’t want to reminisce about his tragic past anymore, he just wants to let the happiness and laughter take over him.

Muichiro can see the same soft smile on Tanjiro’s face when he talks about his siblings. It comforts him.

“No. No. Noohohoho,” he yells when Tanjiro’s fingers slip past his sides to the small of his back. His body slams back to the ground as he cackles, snorting when Tanjiro hits the slight dimples above the back of his waist.

It tickles. It tickles. It tickles.

“Ooh. I think I found a good spot,” Tanjiro says, laughing along with Muichiro.

Scratch that. Now he wishes his back was as ticklish as his neck, but he doesn’t feel overwhelmed. He supposes that this is the biggest range of happy emotions he’s ever experienced. The sensations that make this uncontrollable laughter spill out of him aren’t bad, they’re just something he needs to get used to.

The bottom half of his body is less sensitive than the top half of his body, but he can’t help the snorts that burn his nose when Tanjiro scribbles his hands behind his knees or the way his eyes close when Tanjiro pinches his thighs.

When tears are prickling at the edge of his eyes, and Muichiro’s face has become a little red from laughing so hard, the tickling stops. Muichiro can tell his hair is a little messy, but he finds that he doesn’t mind when Nezuko curls into his lap.

Nezuko hums when Muichiro starts running his fingers through her hair. “Thank you for that, Tanjiro,” he says, trying to return the blinding smile that Tanjiro has on his face.

“No thanks needed. I’m happy to do it any time,” Tanjiro replies with a somehow even bigger smile than normal.

“Who started a tickle fight without me,” Tengen calls out, sticking his head in the doorway. “Oh?”

Tengen looks at Muichiro’s hair and then at Tanjiro and Nezuko.

“All right, why didn’t anyone tell me we could tickle Muichiro now,” Tengen says in a mock hurt tone.

“Huh…This is kind of new, I guess…”

Tengen holds a hand as if to ask for permission before patting Muichiro’s head. “Well, I’m happy then. Now to find Sanemi. That grumpy bastard is going to get used to smiling at some point.”

Muichiro’s face morphs back into its usual blank slate. He can’t get the past back, but maybe being here, with them, is enough.

[otomiyaa]

ah it's me again, it's around 15:12 my bad. Demon Slayer hashira Training Episode 5, 15:12.

Aaaah yes it's so cuuute! Ler brother Tanjiro CONFIRMED

[ticklygiggles]

Lovelynim's tickletober Day 8: Exposed body part

Tokito Muichirou & Kamado Tanjirou

A/N: I'm not gonna say I cried while looking for pictures for the banner 🥹 a-anyways, big thanks to anon for sponsoring day 8 fic, although it's late fkdnncnf I hope you enjoy it regardless.

"S-Stohohop! Tihihickling is unfahahair!"

Tanjirou couldn't help but smile warmly at the little pillar underneath him. They had been having a practice fight that soon turned into a game when Tanjirou accidentally pulled on Muichirou's clothes, making a hole in the front of his torso?! He had apologized profusely, but Muichirou thought it was the funniest thing that had ever happened and made it his mission to return the favor to Tanjirou, however, he had many tricks up his sleeve that came with the package of having a lot of younger siblings.

When Muichirou slipped, Tanjirou took the opportunity to throw him to the ground and attack his exposed stomach with tickles. The pillar barely had time to say anything before laughter escaped his mouth. He couldn't stop it no matter how hard he tried and Tanjirou found it incredibly adorable and funny how Muichirou's cheeks puffed out as he tried to hold his giggles, but all it took was a simple vibration of his fingers in the center of his stomach to make him throw his head back in uncontrollable laughter.

"It is also unfair to try to rip my clothes!" Tanjirou giggled out, pinning one of Muichirou's arms above his head.

"You dihihid it fihihihirst! Nohohot thehehere!"

Well, he wasn't wrong... but it was an accident! An a-cci-dent! Regardless, this was probably just a little excuse for Tanjirou to actually tickle Muichirou and enjoy his smiling face.

"Well, maybe I'll stop if you promise-"

"I will tihihihickle you bahahahack!"

"Okay, I'm not stopping then~"

"Tahahahanjirou!"

[mystwrites]

Mitsuri and Kaburamaru tickling Obanai into agreeing to watch the fireworks before their mission🍡🐍

Happy New Year everyone! Thanks for viewing my art and fics!!🎆

[marshmellowzz]

Yooo, this is kinda a silly request but uhh, could you please do Akaza with a ticklish s/o hcs? I feel like he would taunt the reader and grinning at them as if he's gonna pounce on them for his own amusement.

Bonus points if reader gets mad flustered everytime and tries to runs away lol.

Akaza Tickle Headcanons

A/N - hi anon, thank you for requesting!This request isn’t silly at all, and I actually really enjoyed writing it! I’d also like to apologize for my lack of activity on this account 😭, life is kicking my ass recently, and I’m focusing more on my studies! but I’ll try my best to continue working on requests! anyway! here you go, I hope you like it!

* TICKLE MONSTER ALERT‼️‼️

* Akaza tends to dislike physical contact, especially with his fellow uppermoons— It makes him feel uneasy.

* However, since you are his beloved S/O, he feels content being able to touch you.

* He loves your smile. It’s one of the only things that quench his thirst for violence.

* And when he finds out that you are ticklish…

* He is rough.

* Not necessarily in the sense of pressure, but that is also true in some cases.

* He just doesn’t know when to stop.

* He found out on accident.

* He was attempting to carry you, and you burst out into a fit of laughter while he was hoisting you up.

* Apparently, he accidentally found a fairly bad spot for you.

* “Are you ticklish?"

* Initially, he found it quite cute, and amusing— how humans are so sensitive to stuff like this.

* Your small giggles and laughs are so adorable to him.

* He definitely takes liberties to squeeze in some sharp pokes.

* He always goes straight for your worst spots first, because he enjoys the element of surprise and the instant control he has on whoever fell victim to his tickles.

* He likes to be on top of you, he thinks it’s so entertaining watching you writhe and squirm beneath him.

* Neck kisses. He’d press his face into the crook of your neck and pepper gentle kisses(borderline pecks) onto it.

* Big, big teaser.

* “you’re being really bold for someone within tickling distance”

* “if you laugh, you lose.”

* “you’re so cute when you laugh.”

* “not where? here?”

* If you two were sparring, he’d definitely use it against you just to keep you on your toes.

* “if this was a real fight, you’d be dead right now.”

* yea…but NOBODY IS TICKLING IN AN ACTUAL FIGHT???😭

* His hands are super cold.

* If you’re easily flustered, he just finds more pleasure in tickling you.

* (he finds how easy it is to rile you up amusing.)

* Running away from him is futile, because he’d just catch you in a matter of seconds—scooping you up into his arms and continuing to relentlessly tickle you.

* He’s so mean about it too, he wouldn’t stop until you’re in tears. 😭

* I feel that Akaza would tune himself according to how much he knows you can handle, he wouldn’t go over your limits, but he’d definitely be ruthless while tickling you.

* A mean tickler, but he just likes seeing you smile, so it’s not too bad. :3

[duckymcdoorknob]

𝓣𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓸𝓫𝓮𝓻 𝓭𝓪𝔂 6: 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓼𝓮

IM BACK IN BUSINESS BABY-

I’ll be caught up in no time

— This do have tickles below the cut ngl—

TAGS: @giggly-squiggily @chrimsss @myreygn @rachi-roo

Stupid, stupid move…. Tanjiro should’ve known better than to take advice from Mr. Uzui. Now, he knows that it sounds bad, but you have to trust him. Tengen may be a legendary demon slayer, but he’s also an idiot… A big idiot who has idiotic ideas.

Currently, Tanjiro was stepping on eggshells around the butterfly mansion, trying impossibly hard to keep quiet and hidden.

What had he done?

Well, Tengen had woken up to see that his headband was missing, courtesy of Kyojuro. So, the sound pillar instructed Tanjiro with-

“Young Kamado.” The flame user’s voice boomed down a corridor.

Busted.

“You have something of mine.”

Panic rose in the young slayer as his eyes widened fearfully. Realistically, Rengoku would not harm a hair on his head, but the thought of what might happen if he was caught? Ooh, it sent shivers down the boy’s spine.

“Whaaaat? What do you mean, Mr. Rengoku?” Tanjiro feigned innocence.

“Oh? Surely you aren’t lying to me, my boy. We both know that it spells disaster…” the older male inquired.

“Psshhh, why would I lie? I don’t have anything to hide.”

“Oh yeah?” He stood with an amused smile, eyebrows cocked upward in confusion. “Is that so?”

“M-Mhm!”

“So if I were to check your pockets, I would f-“

The water user suddenly turned his head toward the nearest wall. “What’s that Mr. Uzui? You need me urgently? Oh- He turned to the hashira. “Well, duty calls haha!”

As luck would have it, Tengen appeared right next to Kyojuro, stuffing his hand into the hashira’s haori pocket. When it was retrieved, the flame pillar’s eyes slowly flicked between the two tricksters. “So, Young Kamado…” A smile graced his lips, “I would suggest you get a head start…”

“A head st- oh.” Within an instant, Tanjiro was sprinting around the mansion, sliding around corners and nearly face planting every time he did so.

The two hashira looked at each other, an unspoken code. Shortly after, Rengoku and Tengen split into two different directions. “Here comes the tickle monster!!” The flame pillar chirped.

A nervous squeak elicited from the boy’s lips. He smacked his hands over his mouth and prayed that he was not heard.

Pairs of feet passed his hiding spot multiple times… his plan was working. His fingers brushed over the stolen item in his pocket, and it made him wonder if this was all worth it?

Suddenly, the cupboard door was slammed open, causing the young slayer to yelp and lose his balance. A pair of arms kept him from hitting the floor, placing him safely on his bottom.

“What the hell did you do to piss off both Tengen and Rengoku?”

Tanjiro looked into the eyes of his savior—Sanemi— and sighed, showing him the item. “It wasn’t my idea!” he defended.

Suddenly, Rengoku appeared at the other end of the hallway.

“If you give me your tempura tonight at dinner, I’ll distract him.” Sanemi bartered.

“What?! No way!” Tanjiro whined, not thinking of his current situation.

“Suit yourself…” he cupped his hands and- “HEY, KYO! CAUGHT THE LITTLE BRAT!”

With saucer-widened eyes, the young slayer scrambled to his feet, running as fast as he could. He squeezed his eyes shut as his feet pounded against the hardwood.

He was home free, finally!

That is, until he ran into something and fell flat on his butt.

Before the water user could register, he was being scooped by his ankles and thrown over Tengen’s shoulder, being held up by his hips shortly after. He screeched as his arms came up to protect his torso.

“Aha! We caught you now, Young Kamado! Time to face the wrath of a robbed tickle monster.” The flame hashira smiled evilly as he wiggled his fingers above the boy’s torso.

“Nohohoho! Ihihihi dihihihidnt- Eep! Nohohoho!”

“I haven’t even touched you! Giggly little thing, aren’t you?”

Tanjiro’s face flushed as he giggled helplessly. He closed his eyes and hoped the threat would pass; after all, if you can’t see it, it can’t get you.

To his dismay, the threatening fingers descended onto his tummy and showed no mercy.

“Hyeheheahaha! Nohohohoho! Ihihihi dihihidnt-“

“Where is it, Tanjiro? This will all be over if you give me what’s mine!”

“Ihihi- eheheheahahaha! ihihi wohohohont tehehehell! Mihihihisteheher Uhuhuhzuihihi tohohohold mehehe tohohoho!”

“Ohhh? Mr Uzui did?” Another wordless look invited Tengen to join the fun.

Tanjiro squealed and kicked as he felt the sound pillar squeezing at his hips.

“AGH! CMOHOHOHON! NAHAHAT FAHAHAHAIR!”

“You know how to make this end!” The flame pillar cooed as he snaked his fingers up to wiggle under the boy’s arms.

The water user squirmed in Tengen’s hold as his laughter increased. “MIHIHIHISTER REHEHENGOHOHOKUKU! IHIHIHI- AYEHEHE!”

“What’s that? Where did you put it?”

“IHIHIHI- HYEAHAHAHA! IHIHIHI DOHOHONT- PFFAHEHEHE!”

“I don’t think I speak that language. Have you been studying something new with Gyomei?”

After that comment, Tanjiro was at his breaking point. Sorry, Mr Uzui, but he had made his best effort. “OKAHAHAHAY! OKAHAHHAY! IHIHIHILL TEHEHELL!! STAHAHAHAP!”

The tickling ceased, and a panting Tanjiro slid down onto the floor. Rengoku giggled a bit as he gently rubbed the boy’s shoulder. He opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by a jingling sound.

Ah, finally.

Tanjiro had reached into his pocket and was holding up the object of the hour: a small bracelet made for him by Nezuko.

“Thaaaaank you, Young Kamado,” he chirped.

“I don’t get the big hubbub about it,” the boy noted, “It’s just a bracelet my sister made.”

“And that’s precisely why it’s so special! Handmade gifts are just as important as purchased ones.” Rengoku smiled fondly as he slid the beaded bracelet onto his wrist. “Plus, I think it makes me look handsome.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night…”

“Oh? Was that some sass that I just heard, Kyo?” Tengen’s voice cut in.

“I do believe it was, Tengen.”

Tanjiro’s eyes widened.

Uh oh…

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[cloudymistedskies]

MariMui doodles I made based on the replies i got !!!

I’ll make the other ideas later !! I absolutely adore these doodles sm

Gonna tag the ones who gave their ideas: @silliestsakura @tinyperson00 @iloveubepancakes @risingscorchingsuns

Anddd those who like marimui content: @larz-barz @kimetsu-chan @thewinterpillarhashira @bunskero @ta-ni-ya @your-local-demon-slayer-nerd

[fluffy-ami]

AAAA CONGRATS ON YOUR MILESTONE!! I honestly have no idea if I’ve ever requested anything from you, but is it okay if I request for lee! Inosuke with ler! Tanjiro? 🫶🏾🫶🏾

Day 24 - Pinned 🪻

Thank youuu! And of course it's okay lol, thanks for the adorable request and have a nice day, darling <3✨🌸 (Tanjiro's absolutely normal casual training sessions with his buddies part 2 lmao)

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(Requests are closed for now, please send no more! ☕)

[mushyblushyredhead]

In kny may you Draw Muichiro Tokito being wrecked by tickles? you can make the ler Anybody you want

EEEEK YES! 🖤🩵

Muichiro def needs to be wrecked more. Luckily, an experienced ler like Tanjiro is always there to help! <33 ✨

[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!”

[otomiyaa]

Stamina Training

Tengen x Fem!Reader

A/N: I saw the first ep of S4 at the cinema the other day, and Tengen Uzui and his damned stamina training have been on my trash mind ever since... I was going to wait until more episodes are released. The fact that this fic is now ready and published, means I failed.

Summary: Sequel to Diary Entry #185 - You are Sound Hashira Tengen Uzui's fourth wife. He is taking his role as stamina trainer quite seriously so you can't help but tease him about it. A deed which does not go unpunished... (Also on AO3)

Word Count: 1.6K

He looked so peaceful, sleeping like that. You caressed his long hair and smiled.

"Good work today, Tengen-sama..." you mumbled respectfully. You studied his face. He seemed quite exhausted. Which was only logical, after a long day of helping young Demon Slayers with the first level of their Hashira Training, the basic stamina training which was...

"PFFT," you suddenly covered your mouth when a sudden laughing fit came up.

"Pfahaha!" Hinatsuru, Makio and Suma reacted when they heard you laugh and came to join you. One of them was making the first dinner preparations in the kitchen while the others were resting outside.

"What's so funny?" Makio asked, and their confused faces immediately softened at the sight of Tengen's sleeping face.

"He looks so peaceful now," Suma giggled. Hinatsuru nodded.

"Who would've thought, after today. Hmm?"

You giggled and nodded. "That's why I was laughing. I remembered how intense he was. He was so into it!"

The others finally joined you and you all laughed. "He was pretty scary!" Suma admitted.

"He has had his more... charming moments," Hinatsuru said fondly, but this only made you and the others laugh even more - your giggles being contagious enough for Hinatsuru to join in once again.

At the sound of all of your laughter, it was no surprise that Tengen would wake up. His beautiful eye opened, and he looked at you.

"Sounds like you're having fun without me," he said with a sexy grin. You still sat by his side and you grabbed his hand and squeezed it gently.

"We were recalling your training today," you explained.

Makio nodded. "You yelled a lot. Is your voice alright?"

Tengen hummed, but before he could answer, Suma giggled again, quite loudly.

"Heehee! Tengen-sama, you shouldn't shout so much at the poor trainees. They were scared of you!"

"They? We were scared too, weren't we?" Makio joked.

Hinatsuru shrugged. "You were pretty intense," she said to Tengen, and all of you laughed again. You could see him furrowing his brows.

"So you are all laughing at me, hmm? Not taking my stamina training seriously?" he wondered. The fact that he was acting like this only made you laugh even more

“Hehe yes, what will you do about it huh?” Makio continued while all you, Suma and Hinatsuru could do was giggle uncontrollably.

“Hehe yes, what can he do? He can’t possibly punish us all, can he?” you said, which was quite a daring thing to say when you were the one who sat right by his side. And you found out quickly and weren’t even fast enough to regret your remark when Tengen grabbed your arm all of a sudden, and he smirked.

“But I sure can try, starting with you. Let’s give you a little stamina training of your own, shall we?” he said, suddenly very lively after that peaceful and quiet nap, and you gasped when he pulled your arm and you fell on top of him. He then rolled and wrestled you underneath him with ease, pinning you down effectively with his weight, and he immediately reached for your lower side and dug in where he knew you were very ticklish.

“HAHh!” Your eyes widened and you kicked, but Tengen was heavy on top of you, and the ticklish sensations were quick to make your entire body tingle.

“Nohoho! Hehehelp!” you cackled, but Suma had jumped up and ran off, giggling “Oh nooo we are next!, and Hinatsuru took it as her cue to return to the kitchen, announcing it like: “Let’s play after dinner, shall we?” 

Not that you could say anything. You were getting tickled by good ol’ Master Tengen, and really, it tickled a lot.

“Nohoho wahahait!” you squealed, but he wasn’’t going on easy on you.

"For how long could you face my tickle wrath, little one? As the precious wife of the one overseeing the basic stamina training, I expect you to endure it a respectable amount of time," Tengen said, and even though he only had one arm, one hand, five fingers, it didn't feel like it in the slightest. That was Tengen-sama: losing an arm had never made him any less of a tickle monster than he always was!

"Nahahaha! Teheheh-Tehehengen-samahaha! Gyaahaah!" you laughed hysterically. His fingers were crawling up your sides and ribs, wiggling viciously while his weight kept you immobile.

"Mahahaakio sahahave me!" You extended your arm and reached for Makio, who dramatically tried to grab yours. Your silly attempt invited Tengen to tickle your exposed underarm, and you immediately pulled your arm back again, howling and squealing at his mercy.

"Not going anywhere, no no," Tengen sang, not even reacting to Makio's fierce attempts at freeing you, by pushing against him, poking him and attacking him, but Tengen shook her off effortlessly while he continued to make you laugh.

“Ah- he’s - so - tough!” Makio huffed. “Suma, come help me!” she yelled, but sweet angel Suma knew better than to provoke Tengen until he would come after her, so there was no end to the tickle punishment in sight for you yet. 

And to make things worse, he put his lips against your neck and blew a raspberry.

"NOOHAhaha!" You struggled heavily, especially when he continued with a series of raspberries all over your neck and ear, and it didn't tickle you any less when he exchanged the raspberries for soft kisses and little nibbles.

"Still holding up are we? How about some of this?" He lowered his hand to your hip and squeezed. You gasped first, then shrieked when he did that again.

"Oh no, don't tell me you're ticklish here? Does it tickle here?" His teasy whispers tickled you a lot too, with his lips so close to your ear, the vibrations of his voice and the feeling of his breath adding to the ticklish sensations, and you felt even more tingles merely from hearing those specific words. 

Tengen would always tease you with comments as if he only just found out how ticklish a certain part of you was. It never got old for him, and actually, it never got old for you either. He again and again would manage to make you squirm.

"Eeehehehee! Nohohot thehehere!" you giggled. His huge hand could tickle you so well that it made you breathless already. You also only just realized that Makio was no longer here, and somehow feeling so helpless and caught by Tengen made you feel even more ticklish.

"So, baby? How sorry are you for laughing at me now? I like it better when you're laughing like this, because of how well I can tickle you. Here’s a good spot, and heere~" Tengen sure was talkative after such an exhausting day. His fingers spidered back up, wriggling under your uniform and scribbling at your bare tummy. It barely cost him any effort, tickling you in so many different places with only five fingers.

And yet…

"EHEhehe! I'm nohohot sohohorry!" you laughed. You were doomed anyway, so why not just be honest?

"Oh? Is that so? Well then, I guess your stamina training can last a little longer?" Your eyes widened when you suddenly felt his hand on your thigh. You hadn’t even noticed he moved it there, and you shook your head hysterically.

"AAHAahahah! Not thehehere!" You struggled and kicked out of reflex, but your thigh, inner thigh and even that hypersensitive spot behind your knee, he was getting them all!

“Gihihirls! AHahaha heheehehelp!” you called out again.

“Calling for help? Are you giving up on the training?” Tengen cocked his head and looked awfully attractive while presenting his tickle-demon self to you with pride. You shook your head in ticklish hysteria.

“AHahahaha nohoho!” You were torn and had no idea what you wanted. The tickling felt really unbearable by now, but you were also too stubborn to give in to his teasing and -

“WAh!” All of a sudden, Tengen jolted and you felt him lose his balance.

“Ladies - hohohold on! Hang on a se-heeeeheheey!” Tengen fell on top of you, all of a sudden attacked by not five, not ten, not even twenty, but thirty tickly fingers. Makio, Hinatsuru and Suma had finally returned to help you, and the result was absolutely perfect.

“We were waiting for you to come after us, but looks like you’re having too much fun here, hmm?” Makio teased while she tickled Tengen’s sides mercilessly.

Hinatsuru hummed. “Dinner is almost finished and Tengen-sama was still only tickling his first victim. Looks like she could need our help.” She held Tengen’s ankle in a tight arm lock and tickled the sole of his foot with satisfying results.

“Hehehe, I was nervous for him to come and tickle me too! But looks like I’m the first!” she said proudly. She was aiming for his neck, tickling him with her nails and making him shrug his shoulders and cackle.

“Nonono not ahahall ahahat ohoonce!” he laughed. You smirked and even though he was squirming and struggling right on top of you, you found the perfect opening to bury your fingers under his one arm, tickling his underarm successfully.

“What’s this, Tengen-sama? Are we too much for you to handle?” He was literally stuck between you all, laughing his precious head off, and you could literally feel the love and happiness radiating from every person in the room, including yourself.

It was hard to imagine Tengen had looked so tense and strict earlier that day, when he was laughing this brightly.

“What do you say, ladies? Shall we eat dinner?” Hinatsuru suggested. 

You hummed. “Maybe after we tickle him a little more?” you managed to say through Tengen’s cutest giggles. They all agreed loudly.

“Tickle stamina training, round two, staaaart!” you all announced, and continued to indulge in your husband’s beautiful laughter!

[ticklygiggles]

Summer fun | Tengen + his wives & Rengoku Kyojuro

Collab with sweetest @otomiya-tickles

A/N: Another amazing and precious collab with my bestest girl Ginny! I had lots of fun as always baby, thank you for being so patient with me. I love you!

Summary: Rengoku gets invited to a summer tradition by Tengen and he hopes this tradition involves lots of water and summery fun, but... are they only having a picnic?! How boring!

Words: 2k

Rengoku was humming to himself. He tightened the straps of the bag that he had hanging on his back and felt a funny sensation swirling inside his chest, his smile widening with excitement.

He was happy. 

It had been a long time since he felt like this- he couldn't deny that he always felt happy to see Senjurou after a long time, his little brother was the light of his life, but seeing Senjurou meant that he had to go back home, and coming back to that place always made him feel… awkward, melancholic and sad.

He also felt happy every time he killed a demon, but mixed with that little moment of ecstasy, there was always that feeling of utter sadness, thinking of all the innocent lives this creature had taken with its own hands and fangs, killing them for nothing but its own entertainment.

So he knew what happiness was, but it was always accompanied by a feeling of guilt and sadness, but right at that moment, he truly felt happy, excited even. He was not used to it and he couldn't help but feel a bit nauseous and lightheaded, but he tried to embrace it, and thinking about the lots of fun he would have that day made him feel even better. 

He chuckled to himself and his pace quickened. The weather was getting better, summer arriving at its own pace, making days longer and nights shorter. Rengoku always liked the summer: swimming, festivals, water battles; nice, fresh beverages and sweet, juicy watermelons. 

Summer was the perfect time to enjoy time together with friends and family, so when Tengen invited him earlier that week to be part of a little summer tradition he had with his wives, Rengoku couldn't help but accept the invitation right away. Tengen told him to be in a certain place at a certain hour, and as he made his way over there, he wondered what kind of activities they would do. He couldn't wait to get into fresh water and maybe even catch some fish to eat later!

He grinned. Oh, he was sure they were going to have lots… of… fun? 

Eh?

"Ah! Rengoku-san! Over here!" Suma waved at him and three heads turned over to look at him, warm smiles on their faces. 

They were sitting in the grass beneath big trees, a cozy looking picnic stalled out before them.

“You’re here,” Tengen greeted when Rengoku approached them. Rengoku smiled brightly as he scanned the scene. There was some food, like not necessarily summer-food, just plain lunch which did look delicious but…

“Ah, so we will eat lunch first! And then the summer tradition, right?” Rengoku said, putting down his bag and sitting down between them. 

“Hehe, this is the summer tradition, dummy!” Suma said playfully. 

“It’s our summer picnic. We’ve been wanting to invite you before but you were always busy,” Makio explained as she handed Rengoku a small bowl of rice. 

“A picnic, right here?” he asked, looking around. He couldn’t deny it, they definitely chose a pretty place. But it was just a park? No lake? No beach? He didn’t want to say it. He didn’t want to. He didn’t want to….!

“That’s so boring!” Aaaah! Stupid mouth! Rengoku even smiled brightly when he said it. 

“Eh?” Suma said, and she cocked her head. “Did you just say boring?” 

“Let’s pretend we didn’t hear that! He won’t be bored when he tastes your delicious homemade food,” Tengen said brightly, placing some more food in Rengoku’s direction. 

“It’s delicious!” Rengoku chirped with his mouth full. But he was still bored! 

“What is even inside that bag?” Makio asked, pointing at Rengoku’s bag that was now resting in the grass with its contents useless for this summer tradition.

Rengoku hummed, swallowing a mouthful of food before smiling brightly at them, opening his bag and pulling out the insides to show them.

“I bought everything for summer fun,” he said with a rather sarcastic tone for someone like him, making Tengen bark out a laugh. “Look, here I have a towel, this ointment to protect your skin from the sun, and look! I even brought my swimwear!” He pulled out a pair of short pants that were, strangely, the exact same pattern of his haori. "However, it's a shame I won't get to use them just because you guys have this… really boring tradition."

Tengen laughed again as Hinatsuru chuckled awkwardly. "N-Now, Rengoku-san, we'll have plenty of fun, I assure you," she said with a kind smile and Rengoku looked at her with a smile too, but he knew that Hinatsuru was wrong. This was just boring. 

"Yes, Rengoku-san!" Said Makio, placing another bento box between Rengoku's hands. "Isn't the weather nice here? And the food is also very good, isn't it? We even have salt grilled bream, isn't it your favorite?"

She was basically pushing the fish into his mouth, so Rengoku opened his lips to let her do so. Instantly, there was an explosion of salty flavors inside his mouth that made his taste buds tingle and his mouth water as he chewed on the fish enthusiastically. 

The weather was nice, yes. He couldn't deny that they had chosen quite the place to make their summer picnic. The food was also fantastic, he hoped they kept refilling his bento boxes, but this was not what he was expecting. 

He didn't want to sound like a spoiled child, but perhaps he really wanted to go to the beach and have a water war, but he shouldn't act this rude, right? 

"Delicious!" He exclaimed again, wanting to avert the conversation from that topic as he kept himself busy, eating happily. Tengen’s wives seemed relieved to see him enjoying himself and they continued to eat and chat as well. However, Tengen’s eyes were on him for quite a while, and Rengoku wasn’t very sure why.

“Is there anything on my face?” he asked merrily, accidentally losing some food since he was talking with his mouth full. He quickly wiped it off his robes, leaving only a minor stain, and he licked his fingers clean.

Tengen chuckled and shook his head. “No. I’m just worried you’re not really enjoying yourself here, and that we might have burdened you by inviting you to this picnic,” he said.

Rengoku gasped and shook his head. “Not a burden! No, no!” he cried.

“Perhaps we could think of something that will make you enjoy yourself more? Ladies?” Tengen asked his wives for support. Oh oh? Like going somewhere for a swim? Rengoku watched them hopefully.

“Really, even if I’m just a little bored, don’t feel forced to HYa!” Rengoku jumped when Suma suddenly leaned over and pierced his side with her finger.

“You mean this, Tengen-Sama?” she asked sweetly, poking Rengoku again and making him shriek and jump to the side. The other side where Makio’s finger was awaiting him, also poking his side and tickling him.

“Exactly,” Tengen encouraged them with a smile. Rengoku clenched his lunch box in his hand and cackled.

“Hey! Hehehey what are we dohohoing?” He danced awkwardly in between them, but they kept poking him, a pink blush spreading across his cheeks. 

Oh, this sensation. It had been a while, he didn't even think he was still ticklish, but it seemed that he was, the gentle pokes were making him laugh so much already and he tried to not drop his precious lunch box, but then Hinatsuru gently took it away from between his hands and Rengoku laughed when Suma's fingers turned those gentle pokes into firm squeezes against his lower ribs.

"Wahahait!" He laughed, pulling his arms tightly against his sides and bending over, his forehead almost touching the blanket where they all sat. "N-Nohohoho! I'm tihihihicklihish!" 

"Oh? Are you now?" Tengen teased, making his wives giggle playfully. "I'm sure you're not so bored anymore, huh?"

Rengoku lifted his head to look at Tengen. Little tears were already present at the corners of his eyes and a big, bright smile pulled at his lips. 

"I m-mehehean, y-you ahaha-are f-fohohorcihing me to lahahaugh so- ahahaha! I'm sohohohorry!" 

He flopped onto the blanket when he felt thumbs digging into the back of his ribs, loud laughter poured out of him as he turned onto his back. 

"Oh-uh, not a good choice," Hinatsuru said with a big grin on her face and soon Rengoku found out why he had made a huge mistake. 

Four hands viciously tickled his exposed torso. Clawing at his tummy, squeezing his sides, digging into his ribs and even pinching his hips all at full speed. 

“Lahahadies! Plehehease! Wahahah!” he howled, curling up, flopping and thrashing in between them.

“Watch the feet, girls,” Tengen said, casually leaning back when Rengoku almost kicked his lunch from his hands. He was so mean!

Makio was the first to get up while Suma continued to attack Rengoku’s torso. She sat down on top of his legs to pin them down effectively, and while she was at it…

“Nonono nohoho!” Rengoku cried when she took off his sandals so she could tickle his feet. Tengen laughed at this too, impressed by her move. Not only were Rengoku’s kicking feet and legs no longer a threat, they also proved to be pretty good tickle spots for her to torture. 

Giggling, Makio tickled his feet and also tested the sensitivity of his legs, scribbling her skilful fingers all over his calves and the back of his knees before returning to his ticklish feet.

“Rengoku-san is ticklish all over!” Suma observed from the other side. Her fingers were still massaging Rengoku’s sides and ribs and it tickled! so! bad!

“HEeeheheheee! I cahahan’t! Ahahahah! It tihiihicklehehees!” he roared. Little tears had already become big tears as they dripped down his flushed cheeks.

He had forgotten he was this ticklish! He sure had his fair share of tickle fights with Senjurou, (that would last only a few seconds before their father would snap at their loud laughter), and he had also had some tickly moments with Kanroji Mitsuri every now and then, but he couldn't remember the last time he was tickled like this! 

Tengen's wives were vicious in their attack, and strong enough to pin him nicely so he could barely do anything to stop them. Their nimble fingers would find their way through all of his defenses and he could only throw his head back with intense laughter. 

It was a little embarrassing that he couldn't stop them, but at the same time he thought… that was a little fun. The little ache he felt in the muscles of his stomach from laughing and the ache at his cheeks and the funny sensation making his brain feel fuzzy. It all felt nice. He felt nice to let go and just… laugh. Truly laugh. 

"It looks like you also want to join." Rengoku heard Tengen say and knew he was talking to Hinatsuru, who was still beside her husband, looking at the scene in front of her with a smile and flushed cheeks. 

"Would that be okay?" She asked and Rengoku shrieked out a laugh, shaking his head. 

"N-Nohohoho! Hi-Hihihinahahatsuru-sahahan! Hehehelp mehehe!" He said through his laughter, jerking heavily when Suma found a weak spot in the middle of his stomach, around his belly button and Makio's long nails had settled underneath his toes, carefully scratching at the tenderness of his skin. 

Tengen laughed, a bit too excited by Rengoku's reactions. "Of course it's okay! Tell you what, we'll both join in~'

The sudden movement of both Tengen and Hinatsuru advancing on him actually disturbed all of the tickle chaos that was going on. Suma and Makio leaned back to make space for them, and Rengoku’s sudden kick and wild move shook them right off him - and before any of them could grab him, he got on all fours and started running, messing up the last of the picnic blanket as he kicked his way into freedom. 

Not that he came far, of course.

“HEHehehe Tehehengen wahahah!” he cackled when Tengen caught up to him quickly, wrapping one arm around his middle and dragging him back down. 

“Now where are you going huh?” he growled playfully. The others followed suit, and while Tengen dug with crazy madness into his sensitive sides and ribs, he felt how the soft delicate and feminine touches returned to his other tickle spots. Laying on his stomach, his feet were turned upwards and could be perfectly targeted by ten flexible fingers.

He could smell the sweet fragance he noted to be Suma’s as she kneeled down by his side where she pried one of his arms out of the way to tickle his underarm. Another tickled his neck and ears with her long tickly nails. Ah yes. Rengoku was really getting tickled to death by the four of them.

"NAHAHAT THEHERE!" He pleaded and he could hear Tengen and the girls laughing above him. 

"Now, you gotta be more specific," Tengen said, clawing at the back of Rengoku's ribs, making him cackle like a mad man. "We're tickling you pretty much everywhere, where could 'there' be? Your feet?" 

At the mention of that spot, Rengoku felt the tickling intensifying, especially under his toes and the balls of his feet. He tried to kick his legs, but they were pinned by Makio. 

"Or maybe your legs?" Tengen asked again and Rengoku couldn't help but focus on those maddening squeezes to his inner thighs and the quick scribbles to the back of his knees from Hinatsuru's gentle hands. 

"Plehehease, I'll dihihie!" 

"Or maybe right here on your hips?" Tengen continued, his own fingers moving down to squeeze at Rengoku's hips, making him dance, trying to dislodge Tengen's hands from his hips. "Or your sides? Stomach? Ribs?" 

Rengoku's face was on fire. The pleading had died down and he could only laugh his head off as he squirmed weakly, jolting every time Tengen moved to a different spot and shrieking when he dug his fingers into his sensitive skin. 

"Or maybe under your arms or neck?"

Suma's fingers were very present under his arm, wiggling and digging into the middle of his armpits, making him laugh in hysterics, bubbly giggles mixing in-between when he felt long fingernails gliding across his neck and ears. 

"EHEHEVERYWHEHERE!" Rengoku laughed, snorting and scrunching his nose up adorably. 

Tengen laughed at that, a low and charming sound, but Rengoku could barely hear any of it as his own shrieking laughter surrounded all of them.

“Alright, that’s enough entertainment I think. His voice is doing things,” Tengen noted the pitchy and gaspy noises Rengoku was making, and finally, all fingers stopped tickling him and they moved off him so he could breathe like a normal person. Rengoku rolled on his back and sighed.

“You guys!” he whined, but he spread his arms and breathed out. Woah. He hadn’t laughed that much in…. forever? 

“I don’t think he is bored anymore,” Suma giggled.

“But surely he’s feeling a little hot now,” Hinatsuru said.

“Even I am feeling hot, bwaha!” Makio laughed. Rengoku panted and wheezed. He felt a little hot and sweaty indeed after all that. 

“Then… how about we skip desserts and go for a swim after all? We’re not near a beach, but I know a lake that’s pretty close,” Tengen suggested. Rengoku gasped and lifted his head, staring at him with wide and sparkly eyes.

“REALLY?” he squeaked, his voice still hoarse. Tengen smiled and held out his hand.

“You deserve a refreshing dive into the water. We all do. You’re right, it’s summer after all,” he said, helping Rengoku get back on his feet. 

Rengoku was nearly dancing in excitement, his smile blinding as he quickly helped get everything ready for their departure to the lake, not without letting out some ridiculous squeaks and giggles as he was victim of some sneaky pokes and squeezes to his sides and ribs by those extremely playful ladies. 

This was fun. Even being tickled until he was sweating was fun. And he was sure they all would have lots of fun once they arrived at the lake because what’s summer without a water fight? Rengoku was excited and happy.

He wished he could feel like that all the time…

“C’mon, Rengoku,” Tengen patted his back and pulled gently at his clothes. “Weren’t you so excited about the lake? Let’s go!” 

“A-Ah,” Rengoku said, looking at his companions, all ready to have his so wanted summer fun. He chuckled, smiling brightly at them. “Yes, let’s go!”

He knew he couldn’t always feel this happy, but right now, he was going to indulge into this wonderful sensation and enjoy every second of it with these friends of his!

“Hurry up, Rengoku-san,” Makio said, smiling brightly. “Or else we’ll tickle you again.”

Rengoku laughed, “I am not even ticklish!” He laughed brightly when suddenly four hands reached out to tickle him at the same time. “Fihihine! Lehehet’s huhurry uhuhup!”

Ah yes, he was going to enjoy himself to the fullest!

[mystwrites]

Kokushibo discovered that Akaza’s neck is adorably ticklish! 🌙❄️

[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."

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MERRY CHRISTMAS DESSIE POO!!!!!! SURPRISE!!! IT’S ME!!!I’M YOUR SECRET SANTA THIS YEAR!!! @fanfic-chan

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Helpful Distraction

Ships: NONE! Zenitsu Agatsuma & Tengen Uzui.

Warnings: this do have tickles in it ngl, mentions of fears and sensitivity to sound.

Prompt: When Tengen notices that Zenitsu is having some trouble in the Entertainment District, he offers a distraction that he remembers from a long-time friend of his.

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Tengen was not anticipating having to take the three brats with him to the Entertainment District. He wanted to just take the pigtailed girl and make the mission easier. Of course, white-knight Kamado had decided to rescue the girl that he was “tormenting” so harshly… What a job this has turned out to be.

So, here he sat. The moon was high, and the four men were seated on a rooftop, enjoying some shrimp tempura that Tengen had purchased for them.

“Thank you, Mister Uzui!” Tanjiro had beamed when he was handed the small package.

The sound pillar had smiled; he liked this kid’s manners.

Inosuke was… well… Inosuke.

And the little yellow-haired kid... He had muttered a “thangkyou”, but he seemed a bit scared of the city.

Why so?

Well, it seemed like whatever was troubling young Zenitsu was long forgotten. The thunder breathing user was smiling happily on the rooftop, talking ecstatically with his friends and kicking his feet above the absence of ground below them.

All seemed to be going well until a firework went off…

Zenitsu squeaked in discomfort, hands shooting up to cover his ears. When he realized what he had done, a tiny whine of protest escaped his lips as he defeatedly watched his tempura topple off of the roof and plummet into the pit of darkness below his feet. He sighed and stared at it, watching it disappear as it was engulfed by the void. His hands were folded in his lap, his feet stopped kicking, and his eyes that had previously been crinkling shut in joy were now dull and unblinking.

Tengen frowned a bit; poor kid…

He wordlessly held out his own second tempura, shaking his wrist in front of the pouting boy.

The sound pillar was shocked at what happened next. Zenitsu looked up at him with disbelief before smiling and taking it, breaking off a small piece and handing the rest back to the hashira. “Thank you!” He chirped.

Tengen smiled, “No, no. Just take it. I ate before we left this morning.”

“Yeah, but that was this morning. You’re super strong, and you need it more than me,” the blonde argued, shaking his wrist in the same way.

The white-haired male exhaled fondly. He picked up the tempura, but chose to hide it inside of the package. He feigned eating motions, side-eyeing the young slayer, who was much happier and chatting with his friends again.

After a few more minutes, the thunder breathing user’s tummy growled loudly, causing Tanjiro to giggle. “Sounds like someone’s still hungry!”

“Tanjirooooo!” The blonde whined, “don’t embarrass me when Nezuko might hear meeeeeeee!”

The hashira broke into boisterous laughter as Zenitsu hid his face in his hands. He whined as his tummy growled once more. Tengen shook his head with a smile as he tapped the boy’s shoulder. When the blonde looked up at, he was met with a grinning Mr. Uzui offering the other half of the tempura that Zenitsu was sure he had eaten.

He was about to take it when another firework flashed across the sky, causing the blonde to flinch violently.

Tengen frowned. That bad, huh?

The thunder breathing user simply carried on and hesitantly took the tempura, munching on it silently. The other two slayers watched in awestruck silence as the colors illuminated the dark air.

Mid bite, another one crackled, and Zenitsu’s breath hitched a bit. The boy began to cough, and Tengen’s hand found itself on the small of his back, rubbing reassuringly. “Are you okay, kid?”

Before the blonde could reply, a set of three loud fireworks popped and forced the poor slayer’s eyes shut as he whimpered quietly.

A look of remorse found its way to the sound pillar’s face when he heard barely audible sniffles.

“Tanjiro, Inosuke,” he called to the two novice slayers, “here’s some money. Please go get some more food for us; it is evident that our little friend here needs more food to be as flashy as he can!” He dropped a decent amount of coins in the brunette’s hands, shooing the two off. When he could no longer hear their footsteps, he turned to the blonde. “Hey, little man… how’re you hanging in?”

Just then, a giant firework exploded before them. The tears that had been pricking the young slayer’s eyes had fallen as he covered his ears. He buried his head into Tengen’s side, seeking any immediate comfort. “Make them stop… please.”

“Shit- it’s worse than I thought…” he breathed, “It’s alright…” the sound pillar soothed as he lifted his arm to let the boy against his chest. Tengen placed his own hands atop of Zenitsu’s hoping to further muffle the sound. Neither said a word as the boy choked out a cry every time another firework would explode. “I’ve got you, it’s okay…” Tengen would repeat.

The fireworks continued at a torturous pace, with each boom being sporadic enough to keep both on their toes, but routine enough to show both slayers that there would be more coming. Zenitsu blinked away a few of his tears, noticing Tengen’s right eye squinting whenever a firework would boom.

He could hear them tenfold too… and here was Zenitsu who was crying a baby.

It was almost as if the pillar could hear his thoughts too. “Don’t worry about me, kid. I’ve heard much louder through my time as a hashira.”

Zenitsu nodded, shoulders coming up as he cringed from another torturous sound.

Minutes passed and the show seemed to be calming a bit. The sound pillar removed his hands carefully, gently cupping the young boy’s cheeks and swiping his tears away. “Are you feeling any better?”

The blonde nodded, hesitating to pull his arms down. “T-Thanks, Mister Uzui, sir.”

“Don’t mention it.”

A solemn silence passed, and a quick glance from the hashira let him know that the thunder breathing user was still shaking like a leaf in apprehension.

“You know,” Tengen mused, “Kyo has this distraction method that he uses with Senjuro all of the time. Would you like me to try it on you?”

A hesitant nod from the boy—who was still squished against the sound pillar’s side— allowed Tengen to begin to plan his course of action.

“Okay, so I’m going to have to touch you for it, that okay?”

The blonde but the inside of his cheek as he thought. “Y-Yeah,” he finally answered.

“Okay! Time for the flashiest distraction you’ve seen, little man!”

With that, an arm locked over the young slayer, and five fingers found their way to his sides, wiggling with a gentle intensity. The thunder breathing user squeaked a bit and was holding in his giggles.

“I-Is - pffehehe- this a p-part of the- ehehe- the dis-distraction?” Zenitsu managed, body squirming from the ticklish touch.

Another belly laugh erupted from the hashira. “Kid, this is the distraction.”

Zenitsu’s face flushed as he kicked his legs, resting his cheek against the arm ensnaring him. “B-But it— kyeahaha- i-it ti-hihihickles.”

The white-haired male smiled fondly. “Does it? I don’t remember that happening with Senjuro…” he feigned a bit of innocence as his hand moved over the boy’s tummy, clawing at the softness.”

The poor young slayer couldn’t hold it much longer…

“M-Mihihihisteheher Uhuhuhuzuihihihi!”

“That’s me!”

“Ihihihihit- hehehehe- ihihihit tihihihickles!”

“Aw jeez, I would hope so,” the sound pillar replied with fake relief on his tongue, “If it didn’t, I would be letting Kyo down.”

Zenitsu, cheek still resting on Tengen’s arm, giggled helplessly as the hashira prodded around his tummy. His legs were still lightly kicking, but there were no signs of protest from the boy.

“You feeling any better, little guy?”

“M-Mhmhmhmhmhm!”

“Good, good! We’ll get you feeling flashy as ever, and then you can-“

A loud boom penetrated the playful atmosphere, causing Zenitsu to whine and both males to rest his hands over the boy’s ears.

“Damn… I was hoping they’d be over by now,” Tengen grumbled, removing one of his hands to rub the young slayer’s back. “It’s okay… just keep your hands up, alright?”

The blonde nodded; all previous giddiness that he had seemed to have evaporated.

“You’ve never been around fireworks before…. Have you?” Tengen inquired, grabbing Zenitsu and holding him in his lap.

The boy shook his head ‘no’, and Tengen sighed.

“Why don’t I keep distracting you, hmm?” A glint of mischief laced the sound pillar’s words as a smile found its way to his face again.

Zenitsu nodded, eyes still closed.

The white-haired male chuckled at the blonde before pushing some hair out of his face. While he was fourteen, he looked so young in the moment. “Alright, I’m gonna start again…” After the warning, Tengen’s hands descended back onto the boy’s tummy, wiggling against his uniform.

Zenitsu began to giggle softly once again, squirming out of instinct. His hands remained over his ears as his eyes remained shut.

Tengen continued to prod and squeeze at the little guy’s tummy, happy to provide him any relief from the amplified sounds.

As the fireworks boomed, Zenitsu’s own hands and giggling managed to successfully block out the amplified sound. “M-Mihihihisteheher Uhuhuhuzuihihihi! Ihihihits wohohohorkihihihing!”

“Great! Now you make sure you keep your hands up, or else we’ll be back in the same spot,” the sound pillar chimed. “Yep… just keep those arms up!” With that comment, Tengen moved his hands up to scribble at the boy’s ribcage.

The young slayer curled against the hashira, his giggles growing in volume. His legs came up to meet his chest, desperately not wanting to put his hands down. “Hehehehey! Thahahats nohohohot fahahahair!”

“Fair? Oh, kid, you should know by now that not a single bit of me plays fair,” the white-haired male chimed as he lightly prodded at the sensitive bones.

“Eep! Ihihihit tihihihickles!”

“But isn’t it helping? You seem so much more relaxed, little man!”

“B-Buhuhuhut! Hyeahahaha! Tihihihickles!”

“Just keep your arms up, and it’ll be fine!”

After a few more seconds on the young slayer’s ribcage, the sound pillar moved his hands up to scribble under the boy’s arms. Zenitsu squeaked and kicked his feet to the best of his ability.

“M-MihihiHIHISTeheheher UhuhUHUHUHUZui!”

“Oooh! Bingooooo!” Tengen cooed at the blonde, “Someone’s ticklish here!”

“Yehahaha! IhiHIHIHITs sohohohoOHOHO BAHAHad!” Zenitsu wiggled about, but never putting his arms down, or asking for it to stop.

“But would you rather be listening to those fireworks? They getcha’ pretty bad, Mm?”

“NohohOHOHO Wohohohorse thaHAHAHAN yohohou!”

“Ohoho! Some lip! Little guy’s got a bit of sass to him!” Tengen’s playful side—courtesy of Kyojuro—was fully out. “Looks like I’ll have to tickle the attitude outta ya’!”

“WahaHAHAHAIt! NoHOHOHohoho!” Zenitsu’s legs were kicking more rapidly, and yet he still seemed to be completely on board with the tickles.

“Mmm, shoulda’ thought about that, kid.” The sound pillar dug in with a bit more fervor, having to work against the thick uniform. “These damn element-proof suits are annoying… they’re also Tengen-tickle-proof!”

The blonde squealed, feeling the increased sensation instantly. “OHOHOHO MY GOHOHOD. DOHOHO NOHOHOT SAHAHAY THAHAHAT.”

“Oooooh?? Looks like they aren’t quite Tengen-tickle -proof after all!”

The boy’s arm threatened to fall many times, but he kept his hands safely planted on his ears. With little legs kicking, Zenitsu squirmed and laughed with his eyes shut, cheeks dusted pink with mirth.

“Soooo… You wanna tell ol’ Tengen why you haven’t asked me to stop yet?”

Ah! He’d been caught!

“Nohohoho reheheasohohon!”

“Mmm, someone forgets where he is…” the white-haired male brought one hand down to squeeze at the blonde’s side at the same time.

“OKAHAHAY- OKAHAHAY- IHIHIHIHIT MAHAHAHAKES MEHEHE FEHEHEEL SAHAHAHAFE!”

Tengen’s own eyes closed and his lips fell into a pouty frown at the adorable reaction. “Well, little man, seems like you came to the right hashira. This flashy guy is happy to make you feel as safe as you need.”

With both hands returned to the young slayer’s underarms, Zenitsu chuckled a few more times before his arms finally trapped Tengen’s hands.

The sound pillar chuckled. “Hey, I need those.”

“N-Nohohoho! Tihihihickles!”

“Well duh. That’s the whole point of-“ a familiar noise caught his attention, a sense of urgency came across his tone. “Zenitsu, give me my hands.”

“Noooo! You’re gonna tickle me agaaaain!”

“I’m serious, kid, quickly.”

With a look of confusion, Zenitsu hesitatedly freed his attacker’s hands. Within a second, he felt warm palms lightly smack over his ears.

He knew Tengen seemed frantic, but was this really necessary? What was he-

At that moment, the brightest firework the two had seen all night erupted into the air, producing an ear-splitting boom.

Zenitsu looked up at the flinching sound pillar with guilt. “Mister Uzui-“

“I’m okay, I’m okay,” the man answered frantically, more worried about the boy in his arms, “Did I get you in time? I heard the fuse going off, and I knew it would be a big one.”

The boy nodded as he moved to sit up, removing the hashira’s hands from his ears. “You cover yours. I’m okay now.”

The white-haired male chuckled. “No can-do, you’re clearly affected more.”

The blonde bit the inside of his cheek as he sighed. “Yeah… sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. We were blessed with one of the greatest heightened senses. It just sucks a bit during firework shows.”

“How’d you know what to do? I mean… you really knew how to take care of me.”

“Only a heartless human would let a little kid cry. Hina’s been helping me to be more of a caretaker; the four of us have been talking about having some kids of our own one day, and I need to be prepared.”

Zenitsu smiled at the thought of a baby Tengen toddling about. His smile soon turned to a frown when the man’s words registered. “Hey… I’m fourteen, not a little kid.”

The man chuckled and ruffled Zenitsu’s hair.

The young slayer sat between the Hashira’s open legs, his back turned while resting against the man’s torso. The two perked up when they heard Inosuke’s voice in the distance.

“You okay to be sitting here?” Tengen asked with a hand on the boy’s shoulder.

“Yeah. Inosuke shouldn’t notice, and Tanjiro won’t say a thing.”

After a few moments, Tanjiro’s chiming voice filled their ears. Zenitsu was right; Tanjiro noticed, but did not say a word about the blonde seeking comfort. Inosuke was too engrossed in getting his dinner to say anything.

“Welcome back!” The sound pillar chirped, “What did you end up getting?”

“We found so many inexpensive stalls! I got more tempura for us, mainly because Zenitsu accidentally dropped his; I got some bentos; a few orders of noodles; AND there was a dango vendor!”

The white-haired male smiled. “Is that so? Got any change?”

The sound of clinking coins and crinkling packages was soon heard, and the four were sharing a meal once again. Zenitsu was about to dive into his tempura when the fireworks began again.

The bursts were one right after another, each sound seeming to be louder than the next. He placed the bag next to him as he cried out loudly, ready to cover his ears. To his surprise, Tengen’s warm, calloused hands had covered them first. He looked back at the hashira, and was met with a patient smile. “Eat,” he mouthed.

Zenitsu sighed and slumped against the sound pillar, finally getting to eat the tempura he had been waiting for.

Inosuke looked up from his meal to see a teary-eyed Zenitsu finally enjoying his own. But… why did the god of festivals have his hands over his… his… uh… what was the word? His… um… listening holes? “TANTORO!”

“Tanjiro,” the brunette corrected, unfazed.

“Why is the god of festivals doing that to Monitsu?” A pointed finger brought Tanjiro’s attention back upon the action he had just missed.

“Oh!” he chimed, “You know how I have a really strong nose?”

Inosuke nodded.

“And do you remember how sick I feel when I smell something really strong? And how upset it makes me?”

Another nod.

“Well, Zenitsu’s ears-“

That’s it! That’s the word! Ears!

“-are really strong, maybe a little stronger than my nose. Do you think the fireworks are really loud?”

A nod.

“So if they’re loud for you and I, imagine how loud they are for Zenitsu. It hurts his ears, and it really makes him upset. It’s best for us to not take notice of it; he’s probably really embarrassed.”

A small “ohh” emitted from the blue-haired male. The two sat in silence once more, Inosuke offering Tanjiro a bite of his dango as the two never broke their gaze from the fireworks.

Zenitsu and Tengen watched as well. The colors illuminated the black sky, and to his joy, Zenitsu could barely hear the pops of sound.

He exhaled.

The colors really were beautiful… aren’t they?

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Demon Slayer: Forbidden Science

Aaah, my friend, I tried my best. I really did! Muzan is just so hard to write as a Lee!!!! 😭 I hope this satisfies you buddy!

Summary: Doma gets a hold of one of Muzans experimental toys, learning of a secret about Muzan that no one ever has before!

Lee!Muzan, Ler!Doma

Tw: Mild swearing

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"Doma... Y-You really shouldn't be touching that... L-Lord Muzan... He'll get m-mad!" Hantengu mewled as he cowered on the steps of the gravity defying infinity castle, watching as Doma's curiosity got the best of him, and he started fiddling with Mizans chemistry setup that had been left unattended for a brief moment. They had been called in to give updates on their side missions and left to wait for Akazas arrival.

"Aww, come on now, I won't break anything~ I just want to know more about our precious leader!" The blonde sociopath chimed in response from the floor overhead. He pulled open a drawer in the desk of the setup, his eyes widening as they fixed on something alluring.

"Oooh, what do we have he-"

"Doma." The emotionless tone made him jump as he turned to see Muzan glaring at him.

"Ah~ Lord Muzan, you're back early!" He grinned, opening his arms for a hug, instead just getting a hand sliced off in an instant. This was nothing but a slap on the wrist to Doma.

"Oop! Are you mad at me?" He pouted, flexing his wrist as the fibres of his arm started growing to replace the lost limb with Muzan just glaring in disdain. "Forgive me, I just can't help but be curious about what my Lord finds interesting." He chuckled, poking his tongue out before zapping onto the tatami mats below, taking a seat and looking upwards at his master.

Muzan just sighed, looking over his equipment. He knew Doma wasn't so stupid that he'd actually toy with his experiments, so brushed off the thought. "Touch anything you aren't supposed to again, and you'll lose something far more important."

"Yes'sir!" Doma winked, saluting him before Muzan vanished along with his little hobby table.

Once satisfied that he was gone, Doma pulled an odd looking doll from the waistband of his trousers, smirking at its appearance. "I never knew you'd be into dolls, Lord Muzan~." He chuckled to himself, pleased to now have something to keep him entertained.

Little Hantengu trembled as he watched Doma fiddle with the item he had stolen. "Oh no, oh dear! Doma, you'll get us all in trouble! Put it back, put it back!"

"Oh please, its just a dolly. What amount of trouble could such a little thing cause?~"

Would it end in a serious beating? Definitely. Would it be worth it? Absolutely.

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Doma sat quietly for a few minutes, playing with the doll in hand, holding its 'hands' and having do little dances on his lap. It was made from fabric, a dirty white stained with various patches of dark, probably blood. It was limp to the touch, filled with sand, and had two small buttons for eyes.

Unknown to Doma, It was a voodoo doll. Not like traditional 'ushi no koku mairi', which involved a paper doll being nailed to a tree. No, this one looked to be from far away lands, which is why he didn't realise just what it was he had stolen.

Moments passed before Muzan suddenly appeared again, glaring down upon Doma from an elevated platform. He was pissed.

"Give that back immediately." He spoke coldly, having found out about the item his underling had stolen.

Doma looked up at him with a childish pout as he cradled the doll to his chest. "Aaah, Lord Muzan, you're so cruel! Pwease let me hold onto it for a little while longer?" He was met with silence as Muzan appeared before him, with his hand extended, demanding the doll he returned to him.

As Doma considered his options, which at the moment were, a) give it back or b) die, he found himself stroking the dolls back with the tip of his finger. "It's so cute, though! Can you make one for me? Uh..."

Doma looked up at Muzan, blinking as he watched the powerful demons demeanour falter. His hand trembled slightly, and he seemed to be holding his breath behind... a smile?

"Lord Muzan?" He tilted his head, his thumbs now kneading into the dolls thighs as he let the head flop.

A tingling sensation worked its way up Muzans thighs as Doma played with the doll, making his breath hitch in his throat as he bit back a giggle.

"Just give me the- Gh! Doma!" He yelped, suddenly hugging his waist as Doma poked the dolls tummy.

The blonde's eyes lit up as all the pieces started to fit together. "Ooooh! I get it now! This is a clever little doohicky~" He smirked, slowly tracing his claw like nails across the dolls side.

Muzan glared daggers at his stupid underling, cursing the day he invited him to join. "Doma, I swear if you don't g-ehehe!" And there it was, that one little lapse in his focus that allowed the giggling to begin.

"I got you noooow~" Doma chimed, skittering his nails over the dolls tummy.

"Dohoma!" Muzan made a grab for the doll, losing his balance as he leaned over to try and snatch it, landing by Domas side in an utterly embarrassing display of weakness.

"Stohop!" He growled, angrily trying to withhold his laughter, seeing Doma smirking at him cruel only made the situation worse.

"Ah, Lord Muzan! You really do have a cute face~ Worry not, I'll keep this our little secret~" He winked, pressing into the dolls hips with an eager grin. "Now then, where is your most ticklish area? I wonder~"

"You bastard! Ahaha! G-Give me the damn doholl!" Another desperate grab was made, another epic failure as Doma simply raised the doll out of reach.

"Oooh, your hips aren't bad, what about under here?" This was far too fun. Doma stuck a finger under the dolls limp little arm, wriggling it around playfully as he watched Muzans reaction.

He arched his back, clamping his arms to his sides as he thrashed helplessly. He would certainly be making Doma suffer for this betrayal!

"Stohop it! Shihit! Ahaha! I-I'll kill you!" His pale cheeks flushed with colour, an odd sight indeed, but a pleasant one nonetheless.

"Oooh, what a pretty shade~ It matches your eyes! Tickle, tickle, tickle~"

Muzan attempted to throw a punch, his strength being sapped by his laughter, a feeling so foreign to him. It was maddening. He felt his breath growing short as he struggled to keep his eyes from squeezing shut. This was almost true helplessness at such a stupid thing!

"Dohoma! I-I- Gh-! Dahahamn it! You son of a bihitch! Ahahahaaaa!" He gave up, his body curling in on itself as he laughed freely. It was strange how fun he actually found this. Being able to laugh like this. It was pleasant.

"Now then, let's find all the other spots, shall we?"

"Naaaaaaa!"

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Almost an hour later, Mizan is huddled up on the floor, catching his breath as Doma smiles down at him. Very proud of his discovery and achievement.

"Aha, Muuuzan? Are you okay? I didn't mean to-!" He gasped as Muzan gripped his shirt, pulling him close. He said nothing, but the death glare suggested that Doma was in deep trouble.

"Um, can I get a head start?"

"No..."