Tanjiro's Secret

Tanjiro's Secret

TW: smut (male masturbation), think that's it

A/N: This part is significantly smaller because I wanted to focus more on Tanji and kinda paint how his marraige is, apologies :'( .

Tanjiro’s close, so damn close.

He can feel it, the twitching of his cock proves it. He can feel the veins of it as he pumps his cock in his hand faster, his pre-cum making the small room fill with sounds of wetness that he wished were coming from you.

He can see you, you’re on your knees, bright eyes now turned dark with lust as your hand moves his away and takes his cock, he can see you so clearly. So vividly, you’re being so sweet, you always have been, helping him.

With the problem that you caused. Both your hands on his muscular thighs that tense when you finally start putting your mouth to use. The moan that leave his rosy lips makes him clench his jaw, forcing himself to quiet down, his fist moves faster, his hips bucking as his hand slides over the sensitive tip.

He’s almost there, so damn close, his body shaking as he feels the coil in his tummy slowly starting to burst, then.

 Knock knock.

“Tanjiro, are you alright? You’ve been in there for quite some time.”

Tanjiro clenches his jaw, his ruined orgasm now ruining his mood as he carefully fixes himself up, his once hard cock now going soft as he recognizes the voice.

Kanao.

Mine

Yandere!InosukexFem!Reader

This is the third part to "For Me", if anything listed makes you uncomfortable don't read/interact!

TW:kidnapping, drowning, obsessive behavior, cursing, mentions of animal/ critter drownings, mentions of death, think that's it

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"Inosuke, what do you think?" You step from your closet holding up two swimsuits, "Which one should I wear?" Inosuke turns his head from your bed to look at your choices.

A blue one piece with cuts near your waist and a black two piece with golden clasps resting on your hips and the two triangle pieces meant to cover your chest.

Shiny.

"That one." He points to the black one before he goes back to playing his game. Smiling to yourself you walk into your bathroom and get yourself ready, excited to go to the pool on the hot day. Maybe even meet someone, though your 'dates' always seemed to bail before you can actually get to know them, specifically when you introduce them to Inosuke.

Shrugging those thoughts away, knowing that he would never do that to you, you finish getting ready and slide your sandals on, "Ready, Inosuke?" Nodding he tosses his game onto your bed and rushes to grab both your bags before grabbing your hand and dashing out the house.

Giggling to yourself, you follow as best you can, keeping up with him is difficult. You both make it to the pool in record time, quickly finding the best chairs in the shade and setting your things down to claim them. Taking out your sunscreen you quickly grab a hold of Inosuke before he can run away, "Wait, you need sunscreen."

Grumbling he tries to pull away, but you already have him on the chair in front of you, sitting in his lap to keep him still and squirting some in the palm of your hand. His hands automatically went to your hips and held you in place, a firm grasp that you had become used to.

Focused on making sure you got sunscreen everywhere on his face you failed to notice the way he looked at you. Like you were a shiny rock he had found on his way to your house. Or the prettiest acorn he had discovered on his many ventures to the woods.

Running your hands down his neck and along his broad shoulders, rubbing in the fresh sunscreen you had put in your hand, he slowly relaxed into your touch as he watched your every move. As if he was mesmerized by you and the way your hands felt on his toned body. A contrast of your soft delicate hands and his defined hard muscles.

Soft.

Once you had gotten the sunscreen all over him you moved off and he bolted to the pool before he jumped in, splashing a group of kids who giggled with glee as they looked at him in awe and begged him to do it again. "Ah, new minions!" His loud voice carried over to where you sat and watched him play with the kids, obviously happy to have his own 'minions'.

You pulled out the book you had started reading and laid back into your chair, content with hearing Inosuke's voice and getting lost in what your book was about. The whole day was spent reading, flirting with a boy that had approached you, and fighting off Inosuke who would try to drag you into the pool, booming about needing his favorite minion for his kingdom and whatnot.

The announcement for closing time sounded from the speakers and you grabbed your things as you called Inosuke over. He rushed over and grabbed his things before he whispered, "Are we gonna come again later, like last time?" Chuckling, you nod, "Sure, but just after closing time."

You both walk back to your place and grab snacks before going into your living room. Inosuke flops on the floor as you sit on the couch with your legs tucked under you, both of you munching away on snacks with the television turned on for background noise. The atmosphere relaxed and pleasant.

Time passes quickly and soon enough Inosuke is pulling you back onto your feet and dragging you to the door, "Wait Inosuke, I don't even have my sho- ah!" Inosuke had simply thrown you over his shoulder and snatched your bag up before he bolted out the door, "I can carry you!"

Small.

Once again, you both make it to the pool in record time, your tummy a bit sore from your placement on Inosuke's broad shoulder. He plops you down on the concrete and you pout up at him, "That hurt." He only ruffles your hair roughly then jumps into the pool. Huffing quietly to yourself you fix your hair and look up at the sky.

The stars shine brightly above you, the cool breeze rustling the leaves from the trees, making a few fall. A smile forms and you relax under the sky, everything calm and quiet. Too quiet.

Looking around you find yourself alone, nobody in or around the pool. "Inosuke?" You hear a door slam from nearby and jump, your heart beating fast as you look around frantically. You see the light from the bathrooms on and sigh, he must've had to use the restroom.

You turn back to the sky and relax once again before dipping your feet into the cool water beside you. Swinging your legs back and forth, the water splashes quietly and you relax once again. You hear the door slam and wait for Inosuke to jump back into the pool, but he doesn't, you don't hear his footsteps or see him.

Just as you're about to call out to him and look around, you're shoved into the water, a large hand gripping your head and holding you down firmly. You thrash and grip the arm of whoever is holding you, digging your nails into their flesh, scratching and hitting their arm as much as you can. Nothing works.

You can't breathe. Water surrounds you. Your eyes and nose burn, your lungs hurt. Air. That's all you can think about. You need it, need to breathe. Air.

Water is splashing all around you. He likes it, likes how easy it is for him to hold you down. You can hear muffled chuckles, but why do they sound so familiar? You're shoved further down, the water seems like it's crushing you. You hurt. You can't breath, is this really how it all ends?

One more minute. That's all he has to wait. He knows, he can sense it. He knows it hurts, but he keeps going. His senses are on overdrive, listening for anyone coming and making sure you're not too far gone, but he knows when to stop. He used all the critters and animals for tests after all.

Everything is warm, you're not so cold anymore. It's starting to hurt less. Inosuke. Inosuke. Inosuke. Suddenly he's all you can think about. His roughness, his confidence, the way he holds onto you when he naps. He'll be devastated when he finds your lifeless body. You welcome the darkness with open arms, apologizing to your beastly best friend before you close your eyes.

Grab.

He looks at you closely before yanking you from the water. He throws a towel over you before grabbing you and your bag then bolting towards the edge of town. Street lights now far behind as he dashes like a madman through the trees, hopping over fallen tree trunks and under hanging branches.

Finally he sees what he's been looking for and runs to it. An abandoned house in a clearing surrounded by caves, dark and scary caves. He knows you hate the dark, you won't run. Even if you did, you won't get far. He knows these woods like the back of his hand. You won't make it.

You wake up cold, wet, and scared. Your body hurts, teeth chattering, as you take in your surroundings. There's a fire going, it's the only light source you have. It's dark outside, quiet for a moment but then wind moves through the trees, shaking the branches, making the house creak and groan.

You're freezing, the fire looks too inviting, so you slowly crawl your way over, your body feeling heavier than you remember. You sit in front of the fire and wrap the towel around your trembling form. Warming up slowly from the fire, you feel someone watching you. You looks around but it's too dark to see, shadows blending together and creating a cloud of darkness you couldn't seem to see past.

A rough hand comes to rest upon your shoulder and from the corner of your eyes you see a think red substance running down the forearm of your captor. Blood. Your heart beats wildly and you fail to see the wicked grin forming on the man behind you.

Run.

Scream.

Do something.

Anything.

Cute

You hear a familiar chuckle, "You can't run, you don't even know where you are, and screaming won't help either. No one lives here." Your blood runs cold as you slowly turn and face the voice. Bright green eyes stare back at you once you fully turn, a grin plastered on his face as he plops down next to you. "I was starting to think you were just gonna sleep till the morning."

Frozen and trembling from the cold, fear, and shock you only stare at Inosuke who pulls you into his lap. The same way you had done so many times before. His rough hands grip your hips but you can no longer find the comfort you once had with him, terror coursing through your veins.

He nuzzles into your neck and holds you firmly against him, his warm body a contrast of your near frozen one. "I wouldn't have done it if you would have told him to go away." He mumbles against your neck and you only blink slowly at him, "If you would have told him to go away I wouldn't have held you underwater."

He looks at you and you feel your nose brush against his as he moves closer, "You always talk to the assholes. I'm right here, I can protect you. I'm stronger than all of them combined. They can't protect you like I can. That's why I took you, so I can keep you all to myself. My favorite minion." His grip tightens on you and he growls quietly to himself, as if remembering all the guys he had seen you with.

"You're mine, only mine." He looks back at you, his once bright green eyes now darkened, and you shrink back only for him to pull you back to him. Your chest now pushed against him, his body warming yours up despite your trembling.

"Mine."

I love tanjiros secret!

Thank you! 😊

Working on the next chapter, I swear just been busy.

Butttttt, I got out of school today!! 🥳🥳

So I will definitely have more writing time, lookout for more chapters. 👀👀

Eyes on Me Part 2

Sub!TanjiroxDom!Fem!ReaderTW/CW:thigh smacking (a few), oral(male recieving), Dom!reader, Sub!Tanjiro, some cursing, sex toys, slight praise, degradation, ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You only smile sweetly, damn you, as you carefully place the ring on his throbbing cock. A few moments and you’re practically drooling. You knew he had a big cock already but, damn, putting the ring on him just made it bigger. At least, you’re positive it did.

Tanjiro is still squirming. Another smack to his thigh. “Tanjiro, if you want something to squirm about, I can give it to you.” He shakes his head, not wanting to give you the satisfaction just yet. He watches as your hand slowly moves to his throbbing member, running your thumb along the slit, making his thighs tense, “Tanji….” Your voice is sweet yet poisonous to him, so dangerous.

You have him wrapped around your pretty little fingers and you don’t even know, or maybe you do. Maybe that’s why you act like this, so cruel. He jumps against the restraints as you run your tongue along the tip of his cock, tasting the salty remnants of his pre-cum. Slowly, you started taking him back into your mouth and he swears he sees stars once the tip hits the back of your throat.

You gag, forcing a strangled moan to fall from the redhead’s gagged mouth. He grips the headboard as you slowly move your head up and down, swirling your tongue around, feeling the veins running along his dick. Small moans and whimpers fall freely from Tanjiro’s mouth, his thighs tensing and the muscles in his abdomen spasming as you run a hand along them.

Feeling him up as you keep moving your head up and down, Tanjiro pulls on the restraints but, yet again, a smack to his thigh and he stops. "Come on Tanji. You know my rules. If you can't follow them like a good boy, I'll punish you. And we both know how that ends." You smirk up at him and he shakes his head as your hand moves to pump his throbbing cock.

You run your thumb over the slit, making his hips buck and his thighs tense as his head falls back onto the pillow. His breathing is erratic, his chest rising and falling, Total Concentration Breathing now totally forgotten. The only thing on his mind is you and his upcoming orgasm. He can feel it. Right in his tummy. Like a rubberband being pulled as far as it can, close to snapping. It's so close but he knows.

He knows that sweet, sweet release will not come easily. He knows there will be a price to pay. He's been naughty after all, but it's not his fault. He tried to tell you, poor thing. It wasn't his fault he's so helpful. Wanting everyone to succeed, but failing to notice when the line had been crossed.

He was only trying to help her, agreeing to her not so subtle attempts to get closer. The praise she gave him only masked the true intentions, and embarrassed Tanjiro. Thinking that she needed help in hand to hand combat. Failing to notice her wandering hands, going up and down his muscular arms and chest. Failing to notice the way she grinded her ass onto him after pinning him down. The way she started leaning closer, pushing her own chest onto his. Failing to notice what she really wanted.

So here you both are. Him, tied up and gagged. And you, denying his orgasm. Tears are running down his cheeks, pretty tears.

"How can you be so dense, Tanji?" You ask through clenched teeth, he only whimpers quietly as he looks at you. Anger. That's what he smells from you now. Muffled attempts of apologies are made but fall on deaf ears as you continue your assault on his poor cock.

It hurts. You know it does, but you can't help it. He needs to learn a lesson, needs to be the good boy you know he is.

"You like the attention, don't you? But only whores get attention like that. And you're not a whore, right Tanji? Because I can treat you like one if you want." He shakes his head quickly and fresh tears form in his eyes as you deny yet another orgasm from him, "That's right, cuz you're a good boy Tanji, aren't you?"

He nods and watches as your hand slowly takes off the ring you had placed on his cock. His head falls back onto the pillow in relief but he keeps his eyes on you as you slowly undo the buttons of your uniform. He's practically drooling as he watches your every movement, the way you push the uniform off your shoulders and toss it behind you, the way you tuck your hair behind your ear as you move up and hover over him. He tugs at the restraints again, wanting nothing more than to touch you.

Wanting to feel your smooth skin on his roughed up hands, wanting to kiss and bite every part of you. Wanting you. The same way you want him, if not more. Wanting to flip you over and slide his aching cock into your soft, warm walls. The walls that squeeze and hold him so snuggly. The walls that milk him of everything he has. The walls he wants to paint white.

The walls he has to flood with his cum. And his alone.

My Storm

Yandere!ZenitsuxFem!Reader

This is a second part to "For Me", again if anything listed makes you uncomfortable don't read/ interact!

I kinda let myself get too deep into this, (that's what she said lol) so Zenitsu's is significantly longer than Tanji's (......).

TW:kidnapping, electrocution, obsessive behavior, stalking, breaking and entering, claustrophobia (?), slight cursing, believe that's it

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Of course it happened to you. It's not like you already had a lot to deal with, the piles of paperwork, bills, and your crumbling social life, losing power in your apartment is exactly what you needed. A perfect way to start your night and, even better, it's snowing outside which means, freezing cold inside.

You're huddled under all the blankets you can find on your couch, trying to finish up your paperwork. Your hands hurt from the cold, they're stiff and pale, but you push through. You have a deadline after all.

By the time you hit the halfway point you can hardly feel your fingers, you're too cold. Teeth chattering, body shivering, hands and feet aching, but you keep writing away.

Like the hard worker you are.

A sudden knock at your door has you jumping, heart thumping in your chest. You slowly make your way to the door, looking through the small peep-hole, having to stand on your tiptoes just to reach. Bright yellow hair fills your view at first before you see the young man from next door, Zenitsu. He's handsome, smart, and always checks up on you.

Opening the door and poking your head out from under the blankets you speak quietly through your chattering teeth, “Y-yes?” The blonde only smiles sweetly at you, “Hello, did your power go out too?” Nodding you open the door a bit more, “It did actually, I thought I was the only one.”

Shaking his head he only chuckles quietly once he sees just how freezing you are, “I got my power to work, if you’d like you can go into my apartment and I can fix yours.”

Please.

Please.

Please.

He can see your hesitation, but he doesn’t blame you. You hardly know him, only small conversations in the mornings when you both leave the apartment at the same time. Simple talks, nothing too deep or meaningful. You don’t know him.

But I know you.

"It won't take long, I know my way around wires." He speaks softly and, feeling reassured you slowly nod, "If it's not too much trouble." He shakes his head, a bit too fast, "No trouble at all." He opens his apartment door and leads you inside.

Warmth. Finally, you felt the heat you had been craving blasting from the vents in the apartment. As he leads you to the couch you take in your surroundings. It's neat, clean, but the hallway looks smaller than yours. Shrugging it off you make yourself comfortable on the soft couch.

Zenitsu drapes one of his blankets over you and you're enveloped in his scent. Citrus? You huddle into the blanket and get a better whiff of it. Lemons? Pies? Lemon pie? It's relaxing in a weird sense. Being in your neighbors apartment, the citrusy scent bringing you comfort, freezing but slowly thawing out.

My couch.

My blanket.

My apartment.

My Y/N.

Zenitsu excuses himself and heads back to your apartment as you start working again, feeling warm at last. As promised, it doesn't take long until Zenitsu is taking you back to you apartment, "I got it to work, it was just a faulty wire that had come loose."

Smiling you nod and thank him for the nth time, "Thank you so much, again. I doubt I would've been able to sleep in that." Chuckling, he nods, "You're welcome, if you need anything I'm right next door. You're welcome anytime."

Now you sit at your desk, a little past your bedtime, but still working. The glow of your computer illuminating your features.

Like a goddess.

The warning box for low battery pops onto your screen and you sigh as you reach for the chord, "Damn low battery." You mutter as you plug the computer then reach down to plug it into the outlet.

Close.

So close.

Just a little more.

Pushing the plug into the outlet you feel the shock from it, a ZAP! coming from it. Pulling your hand back quickly your heart beats wildly, breathing heavily as you look at the plug then at your hand.

Finally.

A hand clamps over your mouth and you get pulled from your seat, your laptop falling to the floor. An arm wraps around your waist, pinning your arms against your sides before you're dragged out of your room and to the front door.

Thrashing and trying to scream, you knock over everything you can, desperate to make noise. To wake someone up. Anyone. No one comes, no one even bangs on the wall like they usually would. Just your luck.

Tears form in your eyes as you thrash, your attempts futile as whoever is holding you drags you easily out the door and down the hall. A door opens and you're dragged inside an apartment that smells vaguely familiar.

The hand clamped over your mouth moves up a bit and pinches your nose and you thrash more, finding it increasingly difficult to breathe. The arm around your waist only tightens slightly and you can't move, your vision becoming spotty and blurry as your struggles slowly come to a stop and you black out.

You wake up in the smallest room you've been in, basic and white. No windows, a single lamp by the bed you were laid in. One air vent big enough for someone to fit in above you, where golden brown eyes stared down at you.

"You're awake! Finally!" A rope falls from the vent and a figure slowly slides down it before rushing to your bedside happily, "I was worried I took it a bit too far. I'm glad I didn't though!" You're mortified, frozen as you take in the figure in front of you.

Zenitsu smiles brightly at you, like the sun, bouncing slightly on his heels before he sits at the edge of your bed and cups your face, "You're so pretty! You always are, even when you take off your makeup in the bathroom. And when you're sick! So cute!" He babbles on but you can only stare.

He's been in your apartment before? You have a security system though. The rope sways slightly and you understand everything. The vents. You have so many in your damn apartment, never paying attention to them, just going about your day.

Warm hands running across your cheeks then down your neck bring you back, "I didn't want it to come down to this, but it got too difficult. I just wanted you to myself! You can understand that, can't you?!" He holds both your hands and looks at you, eyes full of love and hope.

"You just complete me, in ways no one has. My heart just beats so fast when I'm with you. See?!" He places one of your hands on his chest, over his heart. It thumps wildly and his face flushes, "I-I just wanted you, so badly. I couldn't help myself anymore. My friends say I'm hopeless, just a romantic at heart. And they're not wrong!"

His face flushes more but you can see the hearts in his eyes as he looks at you in adoration, "It's like there's a fire in me that nothing can put out. And you're like a flood, no that's not right. A-a storm! That's it."

"A beautiful, wonderful storm. That goes over raging fires, that puts out even the biggest wildfires." He leans his forehead on to yours and the whimper that escapes you as you realize your fate makes his eyes darken. "A storm that calms me, a storm that I now have." He presses his lips to yours hungrily, like a man starved. "A storm that I've made my own."

"My storm."

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.