If fic requests are open can I request lee muichiro and ler tanjiro for muichiro bring rude to the other demon slayers ☺️
Have a good day ☺️
Massage Madness
A/N: :o OMG HELLO THERE!! I live love laugh for Muichiro being a mindless jerk, I absolutely loved writing this!
"Are you sure you want to do this?" The cowardly electric blonde questioned, "from what I heard, his been pretty.. mean." His expression transferred into a worried one, eyes gazing up as the red head, Tanjiro, placed a reassuring hand against his friend's shoulder, a calm, collected smile easing his worries slightly, "I promise you, Zenitsu, I'll be okay!" He chuckled slightly as the other simply huffed slightly, "Just look after Inosuke and Nezuko for me, you're in charge!" He waved off, Zenitsu straightening himself as he took on his duty.
Moments of aimlessly strolling around later, he heard the angered cries of the wind pillar, sneaking over to listen to the conversation.
"You little brat, I'm going to kill you!" Barked Sanemi, fists clenched so hard that he could almost pierce his own skin, eye's darting all over the smaller male. "I don't care who you are, but shut up, your voice annoys me." Scoffed the mist pillar, arm's crossing as he walked off, making Sanemi storm off soon after, almost leaving trails of smoke in the ground from how angry he was just than. "I see what Zenitsu means now.." sighed Tanjiro, before heading over and meeting himself to the front door of Muichiro's estate. Wearily, he knocked, hearing a muffled 'come in' come from Muichiro, so, easily, he walked in, sliding the door shut behind him, his expression dropping as he saw Muichiro sitting down infront of him, his back turned. "May I?" Asked Tanjiro, soft spoken for right now. As he earned a hum of approval, he smiled cheerily and sat beside him, giving him reassuring silence as the other slowly opened up, it seemed that he was just mostly stressed, I mean, who could blame him? He was a high rank, so he is expected to work twice, not, three time's harder at most, seeing the male just speak out his heart made him realize just how tensed up he really was, his back looked all knotted behind his haori, and his hands have been blistered after the many recent fights his had, poor guy.
"Muichiro-sama, this is only an offer, but.. would you like me to at least massage your back? I'm not the best at it but, I can assure you I'll do my best to help you relax!" Merrily cheered the red head, his smile contagious as Tokito found himself smiling the slightest, "No, thanks." He said, hissing in pain as he budged to get up. His face flushed a bit as Tanjiro chuckled a bit, "Come on, you're obviously extremely tensed! Like, look at your back, it could be mistaken for onigiri soon enough." He earned a slightly wider smile of amusement from the other, sighing in defeat, "Alright then, if you insist." He replied, unable to help but feel slightly more happier from Tanjiro's sweet demeanor.
Muichiro had laid flat on his stomach, his hands cushioning his cheek as he awaited for Tanjiro to start, "Ready?" "Ready." He replied, not expecting Tanjiro to prop himself right beside him, palms kneading gently against his lower back, smiling widely as Tokito grunted and sighed happily, his pain slowly but surely being relieved. The red head continued this for a few minutes there, switching between kneading to his knuckles then back to his palms, or even his fingertips and thumbs if they were especially tensed up. After he finished with his back, he went down to his hips, Muichiro gasping, he couldn't help but panic whenever Tanjiro fluttered his finger's passed the peculiar spot, feeling unusually tingly and giddy. Tanjiro had began to notice this and took notes, when he pressed down against his hip's to massage deep within the bones, his would thrash around non-stop, his hand covering his mouth to block out any noise he could.
No way, he couldn't possibly be..
"Ticklish?" Tanjiro smiled, Muichiro nodding, hiding his hand against his hands, covering the overflowing amount of giggles that rippled out of him. Tanjiro was about to stop incase he felt uncomfortable from him knowing such discoveries before, "D-Dohon't stop, plehease." He heard, "It feels nihihice." He mumbled, the fact he trusted him so much already made Tanjiro almost sob, "Alright then, if it gets too much, tell me when to stop, alright?" He said, earning a nod before he went to work, his thumbs kneading gentle yet deeo circles into the dips of his hips, making the other buck and squeal, curling slightly, "WahaHAit, thahat-" "Tickles? Oh, we both knew that." He giggled, earning a very giddy whine from him, his expression purely bright before he went up, squeezing against his side's, "You know, I used to tickle my siblings all the time like this, especially Takeo and Shigeru when they were feeling a little grumpy." Tanjiro smiled, relishing the sweet memories to heart, his sad yet happy memory washing away as Muichiro curled up, Tanjiro having put his left hand under his arm, and the other wiggling against each rib, making Muichiro shriek, "eheHEAH!? NahAHAh! SoHOHO BAhaD!" He began to kick his legs out slightly, trying his best to pull his hand out from under his arm whilst trying not to squirm away from him at the same time.
Muichiro almost threw Tanjiro off him after he nuzzled gently against his neck, chuckling as he left two small raspberries into the sensitive area, "OHOHOH GOOHOHODNESS! H-HEHELP!" Muichiro began to squirm more, Tanjiro smiling widely as Shinobu had opened the door, "Oh my, Tokito-san seems to be enjoying himself, no?" She smiled amusingly, Tanjiro giggling, "He technically asked me too, Shinobu!" He grinned a bit as Tokito threw his head against his chest, his body quivering as he laughed from the hands that scribbled lovingly against his neck. Shinobu smiled and looked at them, "You should get away, he looks like he'll-" Tanjiro shrieked as Tokito than flipped him onto his stomach, digging into his ribs, earning happy bursts of laughter as Tanjiro uselessly flailed, "H-HEHELP MEHEHE!" Tanjiro reached out to Shinobu, only for her to wave and close the door, left to his eternal doom.
