Tanjiro's Secret

Tanjiro's Secret

TanjiroxPregnant!Fem!Reader

Tw: reader is pregnant, small smut, infertility is mentioned, think that's it.

A/N: I've actually had this for a while, I just wasn't ready to post it yet. However, I haven't posted in a few days. So, this is for all my humble people. Enjoy! :)

Tanjiro’s confession made your heart stop, eyes wide, as you stare at him. His small, clearly nervous, smile left butterflies fluttering in your stomach. It always did, he knew the effect he had on you and he often used it to his advantage.

Whether it was to strike up a conversation or to get you in bed, he knew what worked and what didn’t. Especially when it came to you, he knew you better than he knew anyone else, Inosuke and Zenitsu included. No one could compare to his darling, his ‘cherry blossom’ as he called you.

You knew the countless night you had spent together, round after round of his cum being pumped into you, would soon lead to something bigger. And it did, the small bump of your stomach was proof enough. You had prepared an entire speech, barely getting sleep the previous night, and now you couldn’t even remember what day it was.

Monday perhaps? No, if it was Monday Tanjiro would have been heading home already, to his wi-

“Y/n? Are you alright?” Tanjiro’s soft, concerned voice brought you out of your thoughts, and you felt his warm hand rest upon your shoulder. The warm feeling spreading across both your face and chest was uninvited but not unwelcome, Tanjiro’s smile made your embarrassment ease a bit and you suddenly remembered what you had been speaking about previously.

Tanjiro had confessed to you, and as you placed a hand on your belly, which was only going to grow in the next nine months, you realized you didn’t have anything to lose. But an image of Tanjiro flashed across your mind, an image of him and his little wife Kanao, cursed with infertility but smiling at him nonetheless, made you pause and reconsider.

Maybe you should just tell him you were expecting, lock his confession away in the deepest part of your mind and continue on with your life. That’s why he brought you into his home in the first place, to get what he couldn’t get from his wife. 

A family.

Thank you for tagging me @cherryblossomsenpai !

However, you’ve picked a bad day. For this line is angst 😬

They smile and gently hold his wrists with their small hands and Tanjiro feels his heart clench as they touch him, finally certain that they're real.

Tagging @veenxys and @thecowboykatsuki-anon !

Enjoy! :)

the rules: write the last line in your latest WIP and make a new post, pls!

Tagged by @izukiss, Thanks for the tag, Belle💚💚💚

Could this mean Miss y/n has stolen the season’s most eligible bachelor without so much as a dance? What other talents is this young lady in possession of?

This is the start of Among the Violets- chapter 2, my Bridgerton AU series with Tamaki Amajiki.

Part one is linked HERE

Tagging: @tamayosclinic and @thatgirlgames (no pressure of course)

Ways Only He knows

Mafia!Fem!ReaderxBodyguard!Tanjiro

TW: mentions of guns, drugs, dirty cops, slightly obsessive behavior, smut, ummm think that's it.

As the daughter of the biggest Mafia boss you've seen it all; drugs, guns, dirty money, filthy cops. Bad people don't surprise you anymore, the good ones do. So imagine your surprise when your father assigns you a bodyguard and a boy your age walks in.

Red hair, hanafuda earrings, and dark ruby red eyes, kind dark ruby red eyes. The softest smile you're ever seen, a very noticeable contrast to your blank expression. Kamado Tanjiro.

As days turn to weeks and weeks turn into months, you grow as close as two people can be which surprises everyone in your mansion. You had always been so guarded, so cold, so careful, so Y/N. He was so gentle, so kind, so warm and soft, so Tanjiro.

He wasn't difficult to get along with, he was patient with your work, always made sure you ate enough and drank water. Even if you really wanted to, you could never hate or be mad at him. Never.

You weren't difficult either, just a bit rough around the edges, like most of his friends were. It was understandable though, with the lifestyle you were born into, how could you not be guarded? He understood, he always did.

He wanted to get on his knees and worship the very ground you walked on, wanted to flood you with compliments and praises, but he can't. He has a job to do, has to be professional. Besides, he's a patient man. He can wait.

Wait until nightfall. When he sneaks into your room, throwing himself into your outstretched arms, a content sigh leaving his lips before they're on yours. Hungrily, passionately, lovingly. The only way he knows.

Hands caressing your warm body as he tugs your clothes off, shirts and pants tossed haphazardly across the dark room. Bodies illuminated by the soft LED lights your father had bought you years ago for your fear of the dark. Only now you embrace the dark, welcoming it with open arms as the redhead leaves wet kisses along your neck and collarbone, hoping that the guards outside don't see the shadows of you both from the windows.

Different sized hands wander different sized bodies, tracing each curve and outline of each other. Memorising his body, running your soft hands along his strong arms, his defined chest and stomach, engraving his body in your mind until he's all you can think about.

Memorising each curve of your body, running his calloused hands along your chest, your waist, hips, and thighs, searing your body into his mind until you're filling his thoughts. Washing over him like waves, his mind is on you and only you, holding you close to him, afraid to let you go and spoil the moments you two share.

Pushing himself inside your warm walls he swallows any little noise you let out, his tongue exploring your mouth as his hands gently grip your hips to keep himself and you grounded. And as he moves in and out he gives you the praise he holds in. He worships your body in ways that no man ever has.

He tells you how good you are to him, he tells you how well you're taking him, how much he loves you, whispering promise after promise to love and cherish you for as long as he lives. Pushing your legs to your chest, his hands on the backs of your knees as he hits the spot inside you no one else has, he worships you.

Bringing you from high to high, he ignores the ache in his tummy. He waits until you're completely satisfied, like he always does, until he even thinks about cumming. And when he does, he listens to your quiet begging, pleading for him to cum inside, for him to fill you to the brim with his warmth.

So he does, head thrown back, eyes shut tightly, body shuddering from the intensity, he gives you everything he has to offer and more. He pumps until he can't anymore, kissing you sweetly, gently, lovingly, because he's Tanjiro. And he loves the way no one else does.

In ways only he knows.

Roommates

ErenxFem!Reader

A/N: I don't know much about Eren so I'm probably not even writing his character correctly, just a heads-up. And because I am lazy and cannot complete anything in one sitting this will be in parts.

TW: cursing, yelling, mentions of drinking, sex, and smoking, Eren's a hoe

Ten minutes.

That's all you get. The peaceful, quiet atmosphere comes to a stop after those ten minutes. You couldn't even get through brushing your teeth before you heard muffled yelling through the walls of your rental unit.

"You're such an asshole, Jeager!" A muffled chuckle, "Yeah, I know." A few curse words from the unlucky girl who fell for your jackass roommate during the night, quiet rebuttals from said jackass roommate. You spit out the toothpaste remnants and rinse your mouth as a door flings open and slams shut.

A fuming girl your age notices you and points a finger at you, "I don't know how you live with him! You must have so much damn patience!" With that she storms out and slams the door yet again, leaving you in silence once again.

You finish your bathroom routine and grab a shirt from the clean hamper before throwing it on and walking into your kitchen. Grabbing what you can find from your half-empty refrigerator you make your breakfast, if you can even call it that, and sit at the island. "That's fucking disgusting."

Looking up from your plate, you see your six foot roommate standing at the other end of the island. Dull green eyes looking back and forth between you and your plate, long hair tied back loosely with what you're positive is your hair tie. "It's food, your lazy ass hasn't gone grocery shopping yet." You reply as you scroll through your phone.

Your feed is filled with pictures and videos of the party last night, most of them being people drinking, smoking, or making out. Seeing a shadow looming over your form, you tilt your head back to look at the man standing behind you. "That's a good picture of me."

He points to your phone and when you look at it you see him on a couch, two girls on either side of him and one in his lap. His head is thrown back, smoke all around him, pupils blown out as the girl in his lap inhales whatever he exhales.

Making a face, you swipe out from the app and shut off your phone, "You're such a man whore, Eren." You get up and walk to the sink, throwing away what you didn't finish and washing your plate. He chuckles quietly, "I'm just having fun, something you need more of."

He strides over to you, caging you in his tall frame, "There's another party tonight. You should come with me." Scoffing you dry your hands, "What? So you can use me as eye candy then leave me in a corner to go find some other girls to fool around with? Thanks but no."

Pushing past him you clean up the counter until you feel his hands on your waist, tugging you until your back is pressed up against his strong chest. "Aww come on, no need to be such a snob. I've been your roommate for two years and not once have I seen you go a party or do anything fun."

Wiggling free from his grasp you look up at him, arms crossed over your chest which you see him glance at, "If I go to your stupid party, will you shut up?" His lips quirk up at the end to form a small smirk, "Sure, I'll make sure you have a great time." Rolling your eyes you turn away and grab your phone, "I'm not sleeping with you, Eren."

He only holds up his hands in surrender, "Fine, a great time without the sex." You shake your head in annoyance as you walk past him, "You gonna keep my shirt?" You sigh and stuff your phone in your pocket, "You gonna bitch about everything?" You tug the shirt off and toss it at him before walking to your room, failing to see Eren's smirk grow as he watches you.

To say he's excited for night to come would be an understatement.

It’s always Farmer!TanjiroxCowHybrid!Reader

But what about Farmer!ReaderxCowHybrid!Tanjiro?

Where is that?? I see none, makes me depresso. :(

I have patience….I’ll wait.

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Do you have a masterlist?

I do not have a masterlist YET. I will make one soon tho for those of you wanting one. 😊

Take care of yourselves, eat yummy food, drink some water, and get plenty of rest.