Moonlight slayers

The Hashira had gathered for a costume party, each more elaborate than the last. But the moment Zenitsu saw Inosuke in a full boar costume, he couldn’t resist.

“Boar-boy!! Hahaha, your sides look ticklish!!” Zenitsu shouted, fingers already darting under Inosuke’s arms.

Inosuke squealed, trying to shove him off. “W-wait!! Hahaha! I’ll get you back!!”

Soon, Tanjiro and Nezuko were dragged in, and Genya found himself pinned by Sanemi as fingers poked, prodded, and danced across every ticklish spot imaginable.

Chaos erupted: swords forgotten, laughter echoing through the hall. Shinobu tried to maintain grace but ended up squealing as someone discovered her weak spot at the ribs.

Sanemi trudged through the cool autumn air, his favorite scarf wrapped tightly around his neck. He thought he could enjoy a peaceful walk… until Genya appeared with that mischievous grin.

“Cozy, huh? Let’s see if you’re warm all over,” Genya said, eyes sparkling.

Before Sanemi could protest, Genya’s fingers darted under the thick sweater at his sides. Sanemi froze. “…G-Genya!!”

His scowl faltered almost immediately as laughter spilled out uncontrollably. “Hahaha—s-stop it!!”

Genya grinned, expertly finding every sensitive spot, fingers pressing along his ribs, underarms, and even tracing lightly along the ticklish scars hidden beneath the sweater.

Sanemi squirmed, kicking and twisting, scarf falling off his neck in the process. “You’re impossible! Hahaha—get off me!!”

Genya laughed along with him. “You look so serious in the cold… now look at you! Squirming like a little bug.”

Sanemi gasped for air, face red, hair tousled, sweater rumpled. His laughter echoed down the quiet street. “Next time… I swear—”

But Genya only poked him one last time, and Sanemi shrieked again, collapsing into the crisp autumn leaves.

“Relax, big brother,” Genya said, sitting back, still smiling. “Sweater weather is way better with a little tickle chaos.”

Genya crouched behind a giant pumpkin, eyes wide as Sanemi approached, unaware of the impending chaos.

“Looking for pumpkins?” Genya called softly, and before Sanemi could answer, he lunged, fingers darting at his brother’s sides.

Sanemi jumped back, laughter bursting out. “G-Genya!! Hahaha—not the ribs!!”

Genya grinned, expertly poking along the sensitive spots hidden beneath Sanemi’s jacket, then darted behind a pumpkin, poking again from the side.

Sanemi spun, trying to catch him, but Genya was lightning-fast. “You can’t catch me!! Hahaha—pumpkin patch chaos is mine!”

By the time they collapsed onto the hay-strewn ground, both were panting, hair messy, and giggling uncontrollably. Genya held his sides, triumphant.

Sanemi shot him a glare, though a small smile tugged at his lips. “…You’re impossible,” he said, breathless.

Mitsuri was curled up on the porch swing, her pink hair spilling over her shoulder, humming softly to herself. Obanai crept closer, careful not to make a sound.

“Hey…” he whispered. Mitsuri’s eyes flicked up, and she grinned, expecting him.

Before she could react, Obanai’s fingers darted out, poking her side lightly. “H-hey! N-not fair!!” Mitsuri squeaked, giggling uncontrollably.

“Oh, come on,” he said softly, fingers now trailing along her ribs. “I know your weak spots.”

Mitsuri wriggled, laughing, trying to grab his hands, but he was too quick. “Oba—hahaha! Stop! You’re cheating!!”

He leaned close, his hands never leaving her sides. “Secret cuddles come with secret pokes,” he teased, smiling down at her red, laughing face.

Hey friends! 🌙✨

I just wanted to pop in and say sorry for missing Days 5–7 of Tickletober… things got a little chaotic at home, and I ended up hyper-fixating on cleaning instead of my usual tickle chaos 😅🧹

But I’m back now! 🎉💖 Get ready for all the missed fics—full of laughter, squirming, and plenty of sibling/friend tickle mischief. I can’t wait to share them with you! 🥹💛

Thank you so much for being patient with me—you all are the sweetest! 💫💖

Inosuke crouched low in the training yard, boar mask glinting under the sun. He had a wild idea.

“Tanjiro!” he yelled, grabbing his friend. “I bet I’m more ticklish than you!!”

Tanjiro blinked. “…What?!”

Before he could react, Inosuke’s fingers darted toward Tanjiro’s sides. Tanjiro yelped, squirming. “I—I’m not that ticklish!!”

“HAH! Lies!!” Inosuke shouted, poking harder, flicking, and jabbing at every sensitive spot he could find. Tanjiro flailed, laughter bubbling out uncontrollably.

“Ahahaha! Stop! I—hahaha—I can’t—!” Tanjiro gasped, wriggling under Inosuke’s relentless hands.

But then, Tanjiro smirked. “You think you’re safe, Inosuke?”

Inosuke froze—too late. Tanjiro’s fingers launched at his ribs, underarms, and sides. The boar-masked boy shrieked, thrashing wildly, squealing like no one had ever heard.

“NOOO!! Hahaha!! Tanjiro!!” Inosuke shouted, trying to pin Tanjiro down, but it was already a full-on tickle war.

Zenitsu peeked from the sidelines, jaw dropping. “They’re… they’re both screaming… what even—?!”

By the time it ended, both Tanjiro and Inosuke were panting, hair and clothes disheveled, sprawled across the training yard. Their faces were red, still giggling every time they thought about it.

“…I—I still win!” Inosuke panted, though Tanjiro’s victorious smirk made him doubt it.

“You think?” Tanjiro teased, gently poking Inosuke’s side one last time.

Zenitsu tiptoed carefully through the training grounds, trying not to make a sound. “Just a quiet night… nothing scary… nothing scary…” he muttered.

But then—fingers! Fingers on his ribs!

“W-what?! Ahahaha—NOOO!!” Zenitsu shrieked, jerking backward as invisible hands pressed and wiggled along his sides.

“Zenitsu…” Tanjiro’s calm voice was barely audible over Zenitsu’s panicked laughter. “Are you okay?”

“I-I’m fine! Hahaha! I’m not fine!!” Zenitsu flailed, bouncing on his knees, his face red and tears forming in his eyes from laughing too hard.

Inosuke popped up from behind a training dummy. “Ohhhh, you’re ticklish!!” he shouted, jumping on the opportunity. Fingers everywhere now—sides, underarms, even the knees—and Zenitsu couldn’t escape.

“Ahahaha!! St-stop!! Hahaha—I’m dying!!” Zenitsu screamed, writhing in pure chaos.

Even Tanjiro sighed, pinning Zenitsu gently to the ground. “I guess you’re learning… you can’t stay still.”

Zenitsu kicked, squealed, and gasped helplessly, utterly trapped by both his friends. His panicked, ticklish reactions echoed across the grounds as Inosuke and Tanjiro laughed along with him.

Finally, after what felt like forever, they stopped. Zenitsu lay panting, limbs tangled, still blinking in shock.

“…I-I hate all of you,” he muttered, voice cracking between giggles.

“Not really,” Tanjiro said softly, smiling. “You loved it.”

The night was calm, crickets chirping, the stars scattered like glitter across the sky. Tanjiro lay on his futon, eyes closed, trying to drift off to sleep.

At first, he thought it was just a breeze. A light touch along his arm. But then—scratch, scratch, scratch.

“Nezuko?” Tanjiro blinked awake, only to find his sister crouched beside him with a mischievous glint in her eyes. Her sharp nails wiggled threateningly.

Before he could move, Nezuko pounced. Her claws trailed lightly down his side, skittering over his ribs.

“A-Ahaha! Nezuko—w-wait!!” Tanjiro yelped, breaking into bright laughter. He twisted under her grip, but her claws were merciless, scratching gently over his ticklish ribs, belly, and even under his chin.

She tilted her head with a soft giggle, silent but mischievous, doubling down when she realized just how much her brother squirmed.

“N-Nohoho! Nezuko!! Not there! Hahaha!” Tanjiro’s laughter spilled freely, his arms flailing as he tried to block her hands.

But Nezuko was quick—darting her fingers under his arms, around his stomach, and down to his sides again. The more he laughed, the brighter her eyes shone with delight.

“Alright, alright, you win!!” Tanjiro cried, writhing helplessly as his little sister’s claws danced all over his torso. His cheeks flushed pink, laughter echoing into the night air.

Finally satisfied, Nezuko sat back on her knees, watching Tanjiro collapse back onto the futon, breathless and giggling.

“…Y-you’re way too sneaky,” Tanjiro said between breaths, smiling despite himself. “But I guess… I deserved it.”

Nezuko tapped his nose with one finger, her little grin saying everything she couldn’t.

⚡🐗 Zenitsu, Inosuke, Tanjiro & Nezuko – “Tickle War”

“Stop yelling at me!!” Zenitsu screeched, clutching his ears.

“Then stop being so ANNOYING!” Inosuke bellowed right back, waving his swords around like a wild man.

Tanjiro sighed from the sidelines. “Here we go again…”

But this time, Zenitsu didn’t back away—he lunged forward and poked Inosuke right in the ribs.

Inosuke froze. For a split second, his eyes widened behind his boar mask. Then— “PFFFT—what was that?!” he yelped, bursting into surprised laughter.

Zenitsu’s jaw dropped. “…Wait. You’re TICKLISH?!”

“No I’m not!” Inosuke snapped, shoving him—only for Zenitsu to double down, wiggling his fingers into Inosuke’s sides.

The mighty Beast Breathing user dissolved into wild, thrashing laughter. “S-sTOP!! Hahhahaha—you little—!!”

Tanjiro couldn’t help but laugh at the scene… until Zenitsu’s frantic movements made him stumble right into him. Suddenly, Tanjiro was dragged straight into the chaos, with Inosuke clawing back at his sides in revenge.

“W-wait—Inosuke! Hahahaha—I didn’t even—!!” Tanjiro burst into helpless laughter, doubling over as the tickle war spread like wildfire.

Nezuko tilted her head from her box, curious. Her brother’s shrieks of laughter made her crawl out—only for Zenitsu to panic and pull her into the fray too.

In seconds, all four of them were a tangled mess on the grass:

Zenitsu flailing dramatically,

Inosuke tickling anyone in reach with reckless abandon,

Tanjiro gasping through breathless laughter,

and Nezuko, oddly calm, until she gently but mercilessly wiggled her claws against Zenitsu’s neck, making him shriek the loudest of all.

It ended in a heap of giggles, limbs everywhere, and four Demon Slayers sprawled out, gasping for breath.

“Next time,” Zenitsu wheezed, “we settle this like normal people…”

Inosuke grinned through his panting. “This was normal!! Let’s do it again!!”

Sanemi lounged on the porch, arms crossed, scowling at the setting sun. He thought he was alone… until a mischievous shadow crept up behind him.

“Bro…” Genya grinned, eyes glinting. “You look way too serious right now.”

Before Sanemi could react, Genya jabbed at his side—and then traced along the scars lining his ribs.

Sanemi jerked upright, laughter escaping him despite his growl. “G-Genya!! Hahaha—stop!!”

Genya laughed, relentless. “Oh no… these are all your spots. You’re mine now.”

Fingers flicked at ribs, poked at sides, and pressed lightly into sensitive scars. Sanemi twisted, thrashed, and squirmed helplessly, trying to push him off. Laughter poured out uncontrollably.

“…Alright, alright!” Sanemi gasped after a particularly sharp jab into his ribs. “…My turn!!”

In a blink, the tables turned. Sanemi’s hands shot up, pinning Genya down, fingers dancing along his sides and underarms with precision. Genya shrieked, flailing, helpless under his brother’s surprisingly fast moves.

“W-wait—Sanemi! Hahaha—I can’t—!” Genya laughed, wriggling desperately, while Sanemi grinned, eyes narrowing with playful triumph.

The two brothers traded tickles back and forth, shrieks and laughter echoing across the porch as the sun dipped lower, until they collapsed in a tangled, breathless heap, faces red, hair tousled, and giggles barely subsiding.

Sanemi panted, trying to regain his usual scowl. “…You’re dead next time.”

Genya grinned cheekily. “Tch… yeah, yeah. But for now? This was fun.”

💖 Hi Tickletober friends! I’m brand new here, and this October, I’m diving headfirst into Demon Slayer tickle chaos! Get ready for:

💫 Sibling squabbles & giggles

🎃 Halloween mischief & spooky vibes

🐾 Cozy, playful, chaotic, and sometimes a little chaotic chaos

Here’s what I have planned… and trust me, you won’t want to miss a single day!

🌟 Week 1 – Sibling Chaos & Porch Pranks 1️⃣ Genya & Sanemi – Kick off with a porch tickle fight 2️⃣ Tanjiro & Nezuko – Nighttime playful claws 3️⃣ Zenitsu – Shocked reactions (he’s super ticklish!) 4️⃣ Inosuke – Who’s more ticklish? Let the rivalry begin 5️⃣ Mitsuri & Obanai – Secret cuddles & pokes 6️⃣ Hashira Group – Costume party chaos 7️⃣ Genya – Pumpkin patch pranks 🎃

🌟 Week 2 – Cozy & Training Chaos 8️⃣ Sanemi – Sweater weather tickles 🧣 9️⃣ Tanjiro – Training distractions 🔟 Nezuko – “Accidental” tickles in her box 1️⃣1️⃣ Zenitsu & Inosuke – Friendly rivalry tickles 1️⃣2️⃣ Mitsuri – Giggles while cooking 🍲 1️⃣3️⃣ Obanai – Secretly ticklish moment 1️⃣4️⃣ Shinobu – Medical exam… with teasing 😏

🌟 Week 3 – Stoics, Mischief & Rivalries 1️⃣5️⃣ Giyu & Tanjiro – Stoic vs ticklish experiment 1️⃣6️⃣ Genya & Sanemi – Sibling pranks escalate 1️⃣7️⃣ Hashira Group – Afternoon tea tickles ☕ 1️⃣8️⃣ Tanjiro & Zenitsu – Trick-or-treat mishap 1️⃣9️⃣ Nezuko – Ghost costume surprise tickles 👻 2️⃣0️⃣ Inosuke – Forest adventure giggles 🌲 2️⃣1️⃣ Mitsuri & Obanai – Sweater weather tickles

🌟 Week 4 – Halloween Vibes & Spooky Finale 2️⃣2️⃣ Sanemi – Late-night brooding interrupted 2️⃣3️⃣ Genya – Revenge day! 💥 2️⃣4️⃣ Tanjiro & Nezuko – Pumpkin carving chaos 2️⃣5️⃣ Hashira – Halloween party tickle games 🕸️ 2️⃣6️⃣ Zenitsu – Scared + ticklish moment 2️⃣7️⃣ Inosuke – Random mischief tickle attack 2️⃣8️⃣ Tanjiro – Training gone silly 2️⃣9️⃣ Nezuko – Moonlight giggles 🌙 3️⃣0️⃣ Genya & Sanemi – Cozy night tickles 3️⃣1️⃣ All characters – Big Halloween finale / spooky tickle mashup 🎃✨

💌 Requests & ideas welcome! Drop them in my ask box and I might add your scenario to my Tickletober chaos!

🌪️ Sanemi & Genya – “The Weak Spot”

Genya had never pushed his luck this far before. But Sanemi had fallen asleep on the porch, the late afternoon sun spilling over his scarred arms and shoulders.

Genya glanced down at his brother and grinned. …Just one poke. For science.

He reached out and pressed a finger gently against the scar that ran across Sanemi’s ribs.

The reaction was instant. Sanemi twitched violently, choking on a laugh before he even opened his eyes. “—ghh! Genya!”

Genya’s grin widened. “Wait… are your scars ticklish?”

“Don’t—say—that—!” Sanemi snapped, but it was broken up by breathless laughter as Genya’s hands darted back in, tracing lightly along the ridged skin. His tough older brother—gruff, terrifying, untouchable—was now thrashing on the porch, laughter spilling out uncontrollably.

“Sanemi!” Genya laughed along with him, half in disbelief. “You are ticklish—here, of all places?!”

“Sh-shut up!” Sanemi barked, trying to twist away, but his voice cracked into helpless laughter when Genya’s fingers found the scar across his shoulder blade. He kicked at the air like a furious child.

Genya’s heart swelled; not with smugness this time, but something softer. He’d never seen Sanemi like this before—unguarded, human, real.

When he finally stopped, Sanemi sat up, red-faced and scowling, arms crossed tightly over his torso as if to protect every scar. “If you tell anyone, you’re dead.”

Tanjiro crouched by the riverbank, washing his sword carefully. The water glinted under the late afternoon sun, calm and serene—too calm, apparently.

“Tanjiro,” Giyu’s voice cut through the quiet. “You’ve been fidgeting for ten minutes. Focus.”

“I… I’m trying, Giyu!” Tanjiro replied, gripping the hilt a little too tightly.

Giyu knelt beside him, silently inspecting Tanjiro’s form. But as he leaned closer, his fingers brushed against Tanjiro’s side by accident. Tanjiro flinched—and froze.

“W-what was that?!” Tanjiro exclaimed, jumping back slightly.

Giyu raised an eyebrow. “What?” His tone was flat, but his eyes narrowed, suspicious.

Tanjiro tried to hide it, but a small giggle escaped. “N-nothing!”

Giyu frowned, leaning a little closer again—and deliberately poked Tanjiro’s side this time. Tanjiro yelped, squirming. “G-Giyu! Stop!”

Giyu’s expression didn’t change, but there was a faint twitch at the corner of his mouth. “You’re… easily distracted.”

“I-I’m not—!” Tanjiro gasped, laughter bubbling up despite his protests. He tried to push Giyu away, but the stoic man’s hold was firm, unyielding.

After a few more jabby prods, Giyu finally pulled back. Tanjiro was out of breath, face red, but he couldn’t stop smiling.

“Pathetic,” Giyu muttered.

“Y-yeah, well… maybe a little fun helps sometimes!” Tanjiro replied, still giggling quietly.

Giyu sighed and turned away. “…Don’t tell anyone,” he said, voice low but not entirely serious.

Genya sat on the porch steps, scowling at the dirt. His fists were clenched, knuckles white. He’d messed up again—he always messed up.

Sanemi noticed him from across the yard, already irritated but also… worried. He hated seeing his little brother like that, all sulky and quiet.

“Tch. What’s with that face?” Sanemi grumbled, stomping over.

“...I messed everything up again,” Genya muttered, refusing to meet his eyes. “You should’ve just left me behind.”

That stung more than Sanemi wanted to admit. He crouched down, glaring, but instead of snapping, his hand darted forward—jabbing lightly into Genya’s side.

Genya yelped. “H-hey! Don’t—!”

Sanemi smirked. “What’s this? Don’t tell me you’re still ticklish, runt.”

“I’m not—” Genya tried to shove him off, but Sanemi’s hands were already digging mercilessly into his ribs.

Laughter spilled out of him, sharp and unwilling, as he wriggled against his brother’s hold. “S-Stop! Sanemi—!”

“Quit moping, or I won’t.”

Hey everyone! I’m brand new to Tumblr and super excited to start sharing my fics here 💕 I write mainly for Demon Slayer (Kimetsu no Yaiba), but I might sprinkle in other fandoms sometimes too! My style is soft, silly, and comfort-heavy, but I also love chaotic/funny scenarios.

💫 What you’ll find on my blog:

Tickly drabbles, oneshots, and headcanons ✨

Comfort & fluff with a little chaos mixed in 🌸

Demon Slayer focus (Genya, Sanemi, Tanjiro, Giyu, Shinobu, and more!)

💌 Requests? Yes please! Feel free to drop ideas in my ask box once it’s open.