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Hi!...umm could you pls do a NSFW tanjiro x reader where reader starts to get jealous of kanao bcos kanao has started to gain feeling for tanjiro and has been trying to get close with him but she doesn't know that reader and tanjiro are secretly dating so reader ends up distancing herself from everyone and when tanjiro confronts reader they end up in a mating press+overstimulation and a bit breeding kink 😳

(Pls don't get me wrong I luv Kanao but I haven't seen any fanfictions like this and I'm sorry if this request is too much)😅

Take care 😊

only you | 18+

Warnings/Tags: nsfw, explicit sexual content, jealous!reader, afab/female reader, unprotected sex, mating press, creampie, breeding kink, reassurance, Tanjiro loves you so much, multiple orgasms (implied), overstimulation, soft!dom Tanjiro, ALL CHARACTERS IN THIS ARE AGED UP AND OVER 18 YEARS-OLD

Pairing: Tanjiro Kamado x Female Reader

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

You feel two thick fingers shove inside your mouth, the fingertips hooking onto your bottom teeth to pull your head forward to look into sinful red eyes. 

You blink blearily, tears blur your vision, and you choke with a sob as drool drips down the corners of your mouth. 

“Already crying?” You hear Tanjiro murmur, voice sweet and low, a huge contrast to the brutal thrusts he’s been giving you—fucking your sore cunt with the intent to make you pass out. “Too much for you now, hm?”

You suck in a sharp breath, moaning around his fingers, and your eyes roll back when Tanjiro leans in to have his head near your ear—causing his cock to sink in deeper that you swear you feel him in your throat. 

“I’m sorry, love, but you’ll have to hold on for a little longer,” His voice rumbles against you, rolling through your ear as his lips graze the shell of your ear. “I still need to cum inside you, okay?” 

If you weren’t currently getting fucked to the point where you can feel Tanjiro’s dick in your soul and your mind wasn’t a puddle of liquid pleasure—

You would probably laugh at yourself for being in the situation you’re in at the very moment. 

Because none of this would’ve happened if it weren’t for Kanao.

And now you’re torn between still wanting to be mad at Kanao and also wanting to give her a hug of gratitude for getting Tanjiro like this. 

Not because Kanao directly told Tanjiro to fuck you like he’s some madman. 

Instead, funnily enough, it was Kanao who was the one that wanted Tanjiro for herself. 

It was obvious with the way you’d watch her laugh at his jokes that weren’t even that funny sometimes. 

Or the way you’ve noticed Kanao would leave light touches on Tanjiro’s hand and arm—brief but still giving the message that she wants more from him—whenever you were all out on the field training. 

You’ve seen the way Kanao looked at Tanjiro. 

And honestly—you don’t blame her. 

Tanjiro is an attractive guy. 

Not only in his face but his demeanor, how polite he is. Smart, funny, and god—have you seen him without a shirt? 

So you get why Kanao acts that way—even more recently, now, as Tanjiro started to train more and grew a little taller. 

It’s why you’re dating him, in the first place. 

But nobody knows that. 

You two didn’t want to get in trouble—dating within the Corps wasn’t allowed. 

But you guys couldn’t help it. 

He liked you, and you didn’t want to lose out on the chance of having him to yourself. 

The only issue with keeping your relationship with Tanjiro a secret—

Is that people, like Kanao, will try to get with him instead. 

Because in their eyes—he’s single. 

In Kanao’s eyes—Tanjiro is available for her. 

And at first—you didn’t care. 

You both knew what would happen once you kept this relationship a secret. 

People will still flirt—it happened to you many times by other guys. 

But you were always polite to let them down—made up some lie about wanting to focus on becoming a better slayer and all. 

And Tanjiro said the same thing to Kanao once before—and she listened. 

Admired him from far away. 

And you were okay with that. 

Until—

Until Kanao started to get handsy. Gradually.  

Until her small crush developed into something more for Tanjiro—and she wasn’t so subtle about it anymore. 

You were okay with it until Kanao and Tanjiro got a little closer—and you had to sit back with your teeth pinching your tongue, watching and doing nothing about it. 

And over time—it got to you. 

It’s not that you don’t trust Tanjiro—because this man has done nothing but respect and show you immense trust and security in your relationship. 

And he never flirted with Kanao back. 

But that doesn’t mean you trust Kanao. 

Not when Tanjiro is, in general, a really nice guy. 

Nice to the point where Kanao can mistake it for flirting. 

And if you couldn’t say anything about it—because what can you say without blowing your guys’ secret? 

‘Hey, stop flirting with Tanjiro because—‘ 

Because what? You like him?

That he’s yours? 

It was futile and you hated it. 

…Hence, why you started to distance yourself. 

From a few others at first. 

But then it started to turn into you making an excuse to not talk to Tanjiro. 

That distancing turned into you avoiding him as much as you can. 

Because it hurt. 

You can’t flirt with Tanjiro in public as Kanao can 

And honestly—you genuinely thought you would get away with this whole ‘distancing thing'. 

It even got to the point where you thought that you and Tanjiro's relationship could possibly be over. 

And wouldn’t that be amazing for Kanao, huh? 

But then Tanjiro confronted you about it one night—and that…

That was something. 

The door to your dorm closes behind him as you both walk in, and it’s deadly silent. 

The tension is so thick that you can cut a knife through it, but you don’t say anything.

And for a moment—it remains silent. 

Just waiting for something to drop, to set off the bomb that’s been ticking for a while, now. 

And—

And then you hear Tanjiro let out a tired sigh, and you turn to see him rub a hand over his face as he looks at you, confused. “Are you going to tell me what’s wrong, now?” 

Your eyes widen, and surprise flashes through your pupils as you swallow hard, playing dumb as you avert your gaze. “There’s nothing wrong.” 

He lets out a derisive snort, sarcasm lacing his words “Really?” 

“Yes, really,” Your voice comes out flat, and you walk towards your bed while taking off your shirt. “You should go, I’m tired.” 

A lie. 

One that Tanjiro immediately detects as he shakes his head and follows you. “Not until we talk this out first.” 

That’s the thing that also made you fall for him—is how big he is on communication. 

It’s something you generally love about him—except for this very moment. 

Because talking about how stupidly jealous you are will get you emotional—you can already feel the damn lump beginning to form in your throat. 

You try to ignore him as you set up the bed, sniffling. “There’s nothing to talk about.” 

Tanjiro huffs out a breath, his voice soft and pleading. “Don’t lie to me.”

You purse your lips, your teeth clenching. “You should go rest.” 

You feel him closer behind you, his body heat near yours, and his voice is so confused. “Was it something I said?” 

The breath you let out is shaky, feeling guilty for making him think he’s at fault here. 

Because he’s not but emotions are a bitch and it’s starting to get to you. 

You swallow thickly. “No.” 

Another step closer to you. 

“Was it something someone else said?” 

Your voice is a little strained. “…No.” 

“Did someone do something? Did I do something—?”

And at this point—something kind of just…snaps. 

“I don’t know,” You don’t mean to have any bite in your words, but you’re just so frustrated and overwhelmed and feel so stupid for the way you’re acting that it all just hits you at once as you sniffle, your voice cracking. “Why don’t you go ask your little girlfriend, Kanao?”

And then—

Everything turns silent. 

You can hear the soft ringing in your ears right after you say that. 

You can feel your heart thumping rapidly with regret flushing your cheeks and your stomach drops. 

Fuck. 

You didn’t mean to say that out loud. 

Fuck, fuck, fuck—

You feel a rough hand wrap around your wrist, and the next thing you know—

You’re being spun around—and your vision is instantly met with big, red eyes. 

And your breath hitches in your throat soon after when you take in Tanjiro’s expression because—

He doesn’t look mad at you. 

He looks…worried. 

Almost regretful in a way. 

“That’s what this is all about?” 

He asks, sounding incredulous and confused, looking at you patiently for you to answer. 

God—you feel so irrational now—

“I…” You start, not sure what to say with the way he’s looking at you like that, and you gulp. “…It’s not—”

“Oh, love,” Tanjiro sighs. Low and heavy—full with understanding once he takes a good look at you—and his eyebrows crinkle with focus as he brings you closer to him—tucking your head under his chin as he wraps his arms, full of muscles and warmth, around you. “You have no reason to be jealous of her, you know.” 

Your lower lip wobbles. “I know—”

“But,” He stops you, and you let out a shaky breath, “I’m sorry for not realizing it sooner.” 

Fuck.

You close your eyes, feeling guilty for even making him have to say that because—

“It’s not your fault,” You mutter, but Tanjiro simply shakes his head, sounding firm. 

 “No, I should’ve made stricter boundaries with Kanao—which I will do when I see her.” 

“I don’t want to tell you what to do with your friends, though.” 

Tanjiro frowns and tips his chin down to give your forehead an achingly gentle kiss, mumbling against your head. “How you feel is more important to me.”

Well, that’s just not fair. 

You both stay like that for a bit—simply hugging and being in the other’s arms. 

It’s silent again but this time it’s comfortable. 

But then at some point—

“Hey,” Reluctantly, you lift your head to look at him, and Tanjiro’s eyes soften as he gives your lips a soft, gentle kiss. “You’re the only one I want, you know.” 

You whimper, feeling a small shiver crawl up your spine. 

He guides your mouth open with his, his warm tongue sliding against your lower lip. “You’re the only one I want to kiss.” 

His hands on you grow firmer, almost possessive, as he pulls you closer to him—and you let out a small moan. 

He kisses you so deeply that you feel it in your bones, and he starts to walk you towards the bed—the bend of your knees hitting the edge, causing your back to fall and land on the soft cushion beneath. 

And he follows, holding you close to him, his mouth traveling to your ear and giving it a small nip, his voice rough against you, “You’re the only one I want to be inside of, too.” 

God. 

You feel yourself throb and you throw your arms around his neck as your legs wrap around him—kissing him back just as deeply, moaning into his mouth because this is the Tanjiro that you want. 

This is what you need from him right now. 

…Which is how, moments later, you end up the way you are right now. 

Cheeks red and shiny from tears. 

Your head foggy and ready to explode. 

Body so exhausted and numb from the way he’s been fucking you—holding you down with your legs thrown over his shoulders, nearly bending you in half as he presses your legs against your chest—

And he’s fucking you through your third orgasm, all while you cry around his fingers, clinging onto whatever your hands can find as Tanjiro pushes down on you—groaning at just how pretty you look. 

“Only made for me, love,” Tanjiro breathes heavily, kissing one of your tears, before looking back at you with a small grin. “You take me so well.”

You whine, and he pulls his fingers out of your mouth—your saliva shiny on his fingers—and he uses the same hand to wrap around your neck, putting one of your most vulnerable parts into his hand. 

“And I’m gonna make sure I get you all full with my cum.” 

That’s another thing about him. 

It’s the way he is in bed. 

He can be gentle but—

But there’s just this edge to him that makes your head spin and turn into mush. 

It’s the way he talks with words that sound sweet with the tone he uses, even if they’re filthy—as if each word has been dipped in sin-filled chocolate. 

It’s the way he fucks you with so much love and yet still manages to make you feel boneless and fucked stupid like some slut. 

And that little, spiteful, part of you grins—knowing that no one else gets to experience this side of him except you. 

Not even Kanao. 

He fucks you deep and slow, your fluids gushing out and getting both of you so wet that you can hear the sweet squelch of your pussy getting abused by his cock. 

Your clit is overstimulated from his body rubbing against it with every thrust—that your muscles tense and heat is constantly sparking in your lower belly.

He goes until he starts talking about breeding you—filling your sweet cunt with his cum and keeping it there until your belly is full with his babies and—

“God, love—”

And then you hear him groan, and Tanjiro kisses you as soon as his orgasm pushes through him—and he’s pumping his cum inside your pulsing cunt, filling you to the brim. 

It’s messy. 

You’re both so goddamn messy and out of breath by the time he cools down. 

But you don’t care. 

Even if your pussy is sore and wet and you know you’ll need a shower right after this—

And even if his breathing is heavy—hell, he feels heavy on top of you—

You like it. 

It’s welcoming. 

He kisses you again, this time slow and indulgent, and you feel yourself go numb at his words that get murmured right against you, “I’m all yours, okay?” 

End. 

Masterpost

Eyes on Me

Sub!TanjiroxDom!Fem!Reader

TW/CW:handjob, oral(male recieving), Dom!reader, Sub!Tanjiro, thigh smacks (a few), cursing, sex toys, I think that's it...

“I said, eyes on me, Tanjiro.” Your palm soothes over the bright red handprint on his thigh as dark, watery, red eyes look at you. You can feel his cock throbbing in your hand. He likes it. 

“If you can’t keep your pretty eyes on me, then I won’t let you cum.” Tanjiro, desperate now, nods his head quickly, his hanafuda earrings moving along with his head.

He watches with anticipation as you slowly lower your head, slowly licking up from the base to the pretty red tip of his cock, then sucking gently. A quiet whine escapes his lips and, even though he knows he shouldn’t, he thrusts harshly into your mouth, a strangled moan coming from him as he hits the back of your throat, and you gag.

He feels you pull away and his eyes go wide, realizing his mistake, as he looks at you. But to his surprise, you’re not mad. You’re staring up at him with a smile, “Tanjiro.” Your voice is sweet, like the honey he had with his tea this morning, “If you wanted more, you could’ve asked.” 

Cruel. 

You’re being cruel and you know it. You know he wouldn’t be able to get a word out, not with the gag you placed over his mouth.

He squirms, pieces of a sentence managing to come through, but not making any sense. You only smirk in response as you listen, chin in the palm of your hand, eyes raking over the red head man in front of you.

You knew he was handsome, but gods, he was fucking gorgeous like this. Hands restrained to the headboard, the blindfold you had previously put on around his neck, the gag you had put on, pupils blown out, face flushed, sweat starting to coat his body. Sweat you wanted to lick off, make him more embarrassed than he already is.

The bang of the headboard brings you back, realizing he was tugging at the restraints to get free. A single smack to his thigh makes him focus on you again, a surprised yelp muffled by the gag .

“You know what happens when you do that, don’t you?” Your voice still sweet, but there’s mischief now as you reach over into the box filled with your personal things. 

You maintain eye contact as he squirms more and tries to speak to you, muffled parts of apologies coming through yet, once again, you can only smirk at him as you pull out what you were looking for and his eyes go wide as he squirms more. 

The ring.

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.

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.

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.

Special Medicine

TanjiroxFem!Reader

A/N: ummmm hi! :) I have been gone for a fat minute, I apologize *bows profusely* but here is just a word blob (?) to feed you all as I use my last brain cell to try and finish my other works, but I shall return! Remember to take care of yourselves, get plenty of rest, drink water, and eat yummy food. :)

TW: SmUt, creampie (breeding kink for Tanji), reader is a nurse (if that counts as one?), mentions of scars (from Tanji being strong boi 🥹), nicknames (honey, darling, good girl, etc.), believe that’s it, lmk if I missed something!

Enjoy! Hehe 😉

Soft footsteps walking to the room.

The quiet pat pat pat of you shoes gets Tanjiro's heart racing, adrenaline filling his veins as he closes his eyes. Try to gauge how much longer it'll take you to finish your rounds before you'll walk into his room. Before your small soft hands will be on him.

Before you're his.

His heart pounds in his chest as the door slowly opens and you step inside. He takes a second to admire you, how the soft moonlight shines against your features.

Your bright eyes, the ones he loves to stare into, especially when his cock is buried inside your tight hole and you gush around him, your pretty eyes rolling to the back of your head.

Your soft plush lips, the ones he loves to see wrapped around his cock, jaw stretching and slacking to accommodate his size. Pretty red lip stains all around his cock and its base, even smudging against his pelvis when you bravely take all his length.

Your soft hands, the ones he loves to feel running down his toned body, your delicate hands carving and mapping out his rough, battle-scarred body. Gripping his waist tightly as he drills into you, tugging at his hair when he’s in between your legs, lapping up your sweet juices like it’s his last meal.

Your pretty legs, gods, the way he just easily towers over you. Folds you in half, like paper, and rails you senselessly, focused on hitting that spot inside you that you swear makes you see stars. Thumb rubbing your clit furiously, wanting you to make a mess on him.

“Go on honey, make a mess for me.”

“Darling, you’re doing so good. Just a few more, you can give me a few more, right?”

“Oh, I knew you could. Such a good girl, my sweet girl. Always so, so good for me.”

“G-gods, I’m almost there honey. You too, I can feel it. My love, I want you to cum with me, ok? You can do it, I know you can.”

“Just o-one more for you, and I’ll give you what you want, ok? Oh, I know you can do it, m-my precious girl. Go on, let go.”

And that’s exactly what you do, every time . Hands gripping onto him, pulling him impossibly closer, thighs trembling in his grip, pressed firmly to your chest. Pretty eyes rolling to the back of your head, a thin coat of sweat on both your bodies as you come undone.

Body trembling in his arms as you cum for the nth time that night, curses falling from your mouth as you tumble over the edge again and again. Then you feel it.

The familiar twitch of Tanjiro’s cock, the grip on your thighs tightens, and he throws his head back as he too comes undone inside you. His hot seed painting your insides white, claiming you as his again. Now he’s the one trembling, curses falling from his lips as his orgasm washes over him in powerful waves.

And those rough calloused hands hold your face tenderly, as if you’re made of glass, and he slowly removes himself from you. Once he’s sure his legacy is planted firmly inside you, of course.

Gentle kisses are placed all over your face, you’re gently wiped clean, gently held in his arms. Whispered praises, more kisses and Tanjiro’s strong arms wrapped around your waist is all you need to fall asleep peacefully.

And training is better than before, Tanjiro’s stamina has increased so much! Maybe he found another set of breathing techniques to help? Maybe he ate some good food? Maybe he has more motivation? A pretty girl cheering him on?

But as you both steal glances at each other, a blush spreading across his cheeks, a gentle smile from you. Of course, you both know none of those are the case.

It was just some new special medicine, nothing more.

Hey can I request about husband tanjiro! x wife reader! Smut about when they getting married and they're alone so they doing it gently but Over time they getting addicted to sex and doing it shamelessly at their bedroom, kitchen, bathroom and everything!!! I'm so sorry to bother you but u can ignore this if you want😊😊 BTW eng is not my first language! so my grammar might a bit messy here😅😅

A/N: I understood this perfectly hun, this took me much longer than expected and I apologize for that. I did get carried away at some point 😅, but I kinda like the way it turned out. AND it’s Tanji’s birthday!! The soft sunshine boi 🥹. So, enjoy!

Addiction

Husband!TanjiroxFem!Wife!Reader

TW: smut, fluff (sprinkled throughout but heavy at the end), Tanjiro has a breeding kink (obviously), pet names (love, darling, honey), slight exhibitionism (garden sex?), believe that’s it, lmk if I missed anything!

Your wedding couldn’t have been more perfect. You had everything you wanted, all your friends and family were there, wishing you both the best. You and Tanjiro couldn’t have been more happier.

Tanjiro hadn’t let go of your hand at all throughout the night, pressing kisses to the back of it or rubbing his thumb across your knuckles. Soothing you, making you feel calm and, most of all, loved.

Stepping through the doorway of your new shared home you smile as Tanjiro presses a gentle kiss to your temple. His strong arms wrap around your waist, soft kisses being pressed to your cheeks, nose, forehead, everywhere.

Smiling when he hears you giggle softly, Tanjiro speaks, “I love you.” You’re absolutely beautiful, stunning, gorgeous, but most of all: you're his. His wife, his love, his darling, his honey. All his.

Kisses are still being pressed to your face, wherever he can get, he's kissing. A warm feeling spreads across your chest and your cheeks flush when he presses a loving kiss to your nose, embarrassed by the affection, but loving it nonetheless.

He chuckles at your expression, finding it absolutely adorable how embarrassed you get. Holding you tightly in his arms, in a way that has you relaxing and leaning into him, he sways slowly. Cradling your head to his toned chest, you hear his heartbeat. Slow steady and strong.

Beating, beating, beating. For you, and you alone.

And it always will.

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Soft moans bounce off the bedroom walls, the steady thud of the headboard against the wall, the soft pants and grunts. Echoing in the room, engraving themselves into the walls. The smell of sex drives Tanjiro mad and the view makes him even madder.

You’re spread out on the bed in front of him, legs pushed up to your chest, strong calloused hands holding them in place. Soft gentle thrusts paired with soft gentle kisses along your neck and collarbone. Light marks pepper across your skin, decorating your body.

Tanjiro’s thrusts are calculated, hitting that spot in you that has you both moaning loudly. Your grip on the sheets is deathly as Tanjiro bring you closer and closer to the sweet heavenly release.

Your moans and whimpers are absolute music to his ears, and his groans and soft moans are music to yours. The thudding of your bed against the wall increases and you feel the coil in your tummy become too unbearable. And Tanjiro knows, he feels how you tighten up around him.

“Go on honey, I got you.” His soft voice coos out sweet nothings as your body trembles, your release coating your thighs and his pelvis. You cum for the nth time, and Tanjiro feels his release soon approaching.

Once again, the thuds against the wall quicken and your legs are pressed firmly to your chest. Beads of sweat run down your husbands temple as his jaw clenches. His thighs flex every time he thrusts into you, the veins in his forearms more prominent because of his grip on your legs.

His ruby eyes find yours and he finds his orgasm getting even closer. You’re absolutely gorgeous, eyes blown wide, lust and tear filled orbs gazing up at him. Your hair is splayed out all over your pillow, plush lips bruised and puffy from the many kisses that led you both here.

Tanjiro reaches down and starts rubbing tight little circles on your clit that has you spasming around his cock and squirming under him. More tears fall from your eyes from the overstimulation but he only finds it endearing.

Your pretty little body, taking so much and you’re hardly complaining. You’re just so good to him and you always have been. Such goodness deserves a reward, so a reward he gives you. “I-I know honey. Too sensitive right?” You nod, whimpers and moans still falling freely from your plush lips.

“Don’t worry honey, I’m gonna take care of you. Ok? I promise, but you’re doing such a good job. You’re gonna get what you want, like I promised earlier.” A moan falls from his lips as you clench around him, his words only bringing you into pure ecstasy as well.

And soon enough you both topple over the edge and into the heavenly feeling. Ropes of his hot cum paint your walls white, claiming you, marking you as his. He pumps everything back into you slowly, whatever falls out only gets pushed deeper into your womb.

Panting, sweating, and trembling you lay there utterly exhausted, but Tanjiro smiles softly at you. Pressing gentle kisses all over your face, cooing soft praises to you as he takes you to the bathroom and cleans you up.

Washing and massaging your head, scrubbing your soft body gently, kissing any marks he left on you. Still cooing softly to you, you find yourself relaxing in his affection. Showering you with his love, you wrap your arms around his torso and rest your head against his toned chest.

Giggling when you hear his heart beating wildly, his face is flushed but he’s smiling at you. You make his heart beat, you are the sole reason he smiles. Of course he has friends and Nezuko, but the smiles he gives you are different than the ones he gives them.

His mind craves you, his body aches for you, his soul yearns for your touch. And yours does the same for him, it always will.

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Soon those soft, bashful touches get braver, more daring than the last. And you find yourself in situations you hardly seem to plan for.

Like now, you’re bent over the counter, your hands gripping the edge for dear life as your husbands cock drills into you from behind. His hands grip your hips and pull you back halfway to meet his powerful thrusts.

Or a few days before, when your relaxing shower turned into over an hour long ‘massage’. Tanjiro’s cock buried in your warm mouth, your soft small hands stroking what didn’t fit, watching your husband throw his head back, his hands softly gripping your hair. Of course he repaid you, by spending over another hour in between your legs.

His head buried between your plush thighs, soft locks tickling the inside of them, but his tongue working wonders on your clit. Sucking, licking, gently nibbling, working you towards your climax, then starting up again after, his hips rutting into the mattress, trying to find some form of comfort in it.

Even out in your garden, behind the big tree in the middle of it. Your back pinned against the tree with Tanjiro’s arms hooked behind your knees, his hips rutting up into your soft walls he can’t seem to get enough of. Said soft walls clenching around him, not seeming to get enough of his cock, no matter how many times you two have sex.

Of course, there’s much more to your marriage than that. The late nights you both spend in each other arms, in your shared bed. Speaking quietly to each other about the day, something careless Inosuke did. Some poor girl getting hassled by Zenitsu for her hand in marriage.

Chores you did around the house, grocery shopping with Nezuko, or drinking tea alone in your garden, a book in your hand. It’s moments like these that make you the happiest. Calm and carefree, gentle kisses shared through the night.

Arms wrapped tightly around each other, sleeping soundly. Giggles and more kisses shared in the morning when you both don’t want to get out of bed yet. Or during breakfast, Tanjiro’s arms wrapped around you from behind, watching excitedly as you cook.

You both are addicted each other, one cannot live without the other. Tanjiro has found his peace in you, and you’ve found yours. Like a drug nothing else will cure, no matter what happens. Loving each other is easy and you both know you wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.

Some Days

TanjiroxFem!Reader

TW: smut, mentions of killing (nobody actually gets killed), breeding kink, mentions of insecurities, think that's it (?)

Tanjiro would do anything for you.

He would carve roads with his bare hands, chop down hundreds of trees, pick you lots of pretty flowers, if you simply asked him to. Tanjiro would move mountains for you, bend rivers in the opposite direction, slice through hundred of boulders.

Tanjiro would kill for you, though he doesn’t want to admit that to himself yet, deep down he knows he could. And he would.

All for you.

You, however, don’t ask for much. Just his attention, his comforting words, his hugs and cuddles, maybe a sweet kiss.

Some days though, you want more than one sweet kiss.

Some days, you wanted to feel him. In the most intimate way possible, deep inside you, where your fingers never could seem to reach, no matter how hard you tried.

Some days, you wanted to feel his rough calloused hands sliding down your soft body. Mapping out ever dip and curve, tracing over every mark. Spreading your thighs, exposing your dripping core to him.

Or, even better, pushing your legs up to meet your chest as he thrusts into you. Your much smaller hands gripping his bulging biceps, his broad shoulders, anywhere you could reach, for stability.

Some days, you wanted his thrusts to be loving. To wash away every insecurity, every "imperfection" you think you have. His thrusts slow, calculated, perfect for a night were he showers you in praise and compliments.

He shows you how much he adores you with each thrust he gives you, always powerful and deep. Bringing you to sweet ecstasy over and over again, kissing every mark and scar your body may have. He's mapped out each part of your body and loves everything about it.

Some days, you want your body to tremble. You want your body to be sore, small purple bruises to litter your body, bite marks spread across your thighs. You want the sheets to be soaked, you want to be dripping, fucked with the intention of breeding you.

Stuffed to the brim with your lover's cum dripping out of your poor overstimulated cunt. Exhausted but wanting more, and that's exactly what he does. The thought of you pregnant with his children only spurring him on. He gives you more and more, until the both of you are on the brink of passing out.

He can't help it though, he just loves you too much to deny you of anything. So, he'll give you everything and much more. He'll set the world ablaze for you, carve his way through any stone to get to you, defend you with everything he can.

Tanjiro loves you, so he’d do anything for you.

Unholy

Priest!TanjiroxFem!Reader

TW: male mastubation, perv!Tanjiro, obviously religion/religious beliefs, church setting, mentions of spanking, choking, edging, overstimulation, degrading is mentioned but not used towards anyone

A/N: I haven’t posted in a fat minute 😅 my bad, wrote this in class cuz I have nothing to do 😗✌️this definitely has incorrect church terms so there’s that. Anyways I need to finish my WIPs asap. Will get to that when I can. K bye!

You’re late.

You’ve never been this tardy before.

You’re punctual, each and every Sunday. Sure there’s the occasional 2 to 5 minute tardiness but it’s rare. This, however, this is concerning.

Fifteen minutes into sermon and there’s no sign of you. Your usual spot right in the front is empty, he notes. The first reading gets done and you're still nowhere in sight, it's odd. Where on earth could you be?

It's only during the second reading, right in the middle of it to be exact, that you come rushing in as quietly as you can. Face flushed, clearly embarrassed from what the redheaded priest can smell, but there's something off. Something else he smells that he can't quite put his finger on, until it quite literally hits him.

Your arousal.

Once you're seated and close enough, he knows he isn't imagining it. While working as a priest he's had some encounters with some….strange people. Confessing their sins to him in the small confession box that became stuffy and uncomfortable once they started confessing their deepest desires.

Ones he knew most of them acted upon and, in that time of clarity they had after, they felt guilty about. So they came to him, seeking repentence but still smelling of their arousal, mixed in with embarrassment of course, while confessing to him.

He's heard it all; women wanting to be tied up and blindfolded, used by a man as a 'cheap whore', even men wanted to be used up, roughly treated by the woman of their dreams. He's heard a variety of punishments that people fantasize about, spanking, choking, overstimulation, edging, even degrading.

He had never been so surprised in his life! The ways in which they wanted to be talked to, it was shocking. He could never imagine doing that to anyone, even if he was angry or the circumstances were different.

He counts himself lucky he’s ‘married’ to the Lord, not having to worry about his partners and what they wanted in and out of bed. He has some strange church people, he fears for even the children most days.

It’s lonely most days though, not having someone to talk to besides the Lord himself. He wishes for a hand to hold, arms to encircle him and hold him tightly. Someone to cherish and love, to make memories with, to come home to. To be his home.

He dreams of you.

It’s you that holds his hand, your arms that wrap around his broad shoulders or slim waist. You are the one he cherishes and loves, the one who makes memories with him, the one he comes home to.

You are his home.

Each morning he wakes up to the shining sun, the birds singing their song. Another day the Lord had made and given him, but it’s not what he wants. He’s not ungrateful, he’s glad he gets to see the beautiful colors of the rising sun, but he’d rather wake up and see you.

You laying next to him, hair splayed about on the pillow, plump lips open just the smallest bit, chest rising and falling slowly with each breath you take. The sun lighting your features, each little beauty mark or freckle on your pretty face.

Your soft breaths the only audible sound in the otherwise quiet room, calloused hands sliding their way under your body and slowly pulling you closer. Trying his hardest not to wake you, he holds you tightly against him.

He never wants to let you go, doesn’t want the morning to end. He wishes time could stop, he wishes he could hold you longer, relish in your warmth just a bit more. He knows it’ll end soon, your warmth will be gone, replaced with an emptiness he can’t seem to fill. One he only dreams you can fill.

But that’s all it is, a dream.

And he wakes up each time in disappointment.

He holds back the sigh that threatens to escape him as he rises from his chair, heading towards the altar. The choir is almost angelic, their voices loud, clear, and proud as he raises the blessed book. Holding it up over his head he turns side to side, showing the book and mumbling a small blessing.

Walking to the microphone he steals a glance at you, but you avoid his gaze, smelling of shame and regret. The same scent of those who come to confess after their sexual activities. It’s strange.

He goes through the reading, often glancing at you only to be disappointed when you avert your gaze to the small book in your hands, filled with psalms and other lyrics of songs. He’s confused, perhaps he’s made you uncomfortable with his glances?

Perhaps you’re leaving the church? No, that wouldn’t do. You’re a woman of faith, you’ve devoted yourself to the Lord. Your entire life you’ve given to the Holy One and you entrust that he will take care of you.

You’ve done your first communion, your confirmation, you’ve even talked about getting married in this very church. He doubts you will ever leave, maybe you’re just questioning your faith. He knows, as a priest, that it’s very common for young people.

Perhaps he can convince you, as he has many other troubled people, to reconsider and stay a part of the blessed church.

“Father Kamado, are you available for a confession today?” You feel horrible, shame is eating away at you. What you did was bad enough, but prolonging it and being late to church? You should be ashamed.

Nodding, Tanjiro takes your arm gently and leads you to the confession box, “Are you alright? You seem troubled.” Your face is bright red and his touch only brings on more shame, but you nod, “Yes father, I’m alright.”

Lies, he can smell the lie but he decides not to push it, maybe you’ll explain once the confession starts. He can’t imagine what you’ll confess though, a perfect woman like you? Practically an angel yourself, what wrong could you do?

He doubts God himself would turn you away from the gates of heaven, you’re too perfect. Too kind-hearted, caring, nurturing, understanding, too pure.

If only he knew.

If only he knew what dirty things you’ve done. The downright filthy, horrible acts you’ve committed in your home. The impurity of you and your mind, some women would call it practically horrid.

“Forgive me Father for I have sinned.”

“May the Lord help you to confess your sins.”

You’ve never been more ashamed, but you know you must admit it, especially if you want to be cleansed of this. The terrible acts you’ve committed, you want to repent, you must repent.

So you blurt it out.

“I’ve acted on my fantasies, Father.” There’s a pause and you clutch your small purse, a shift in the mood, the atmosphere itself. The confession box becomes hot, stuffy, uncomfortable.

Do you try and backtrack? Try to make it less awkward? But how can you, admitting to something as terrible and unholy as that, then try and make it seem as if it’s truly nothing?

“F-Father, forgive me, I didn’t mean to-“ the creak of wood cuts you off before Tanjiro’s words do, “What kind of fantasies?”

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He can’t help it, it’s too much yet too little at the same time. The explicitness, the embarrassment. It’s much too stuffy in the small box, he need air, needs to cool down.

Off come his robes.

It's wrong. So very wrong but he can't help it, he knows that he's ruined himself, that you've ruined him. Tainted his very soul, rid him of his innocence. The very thing he prided himself on, the thing he was sure would guarantee a spot in the heavenly kingdom above.

Now he's not so sure, he's positive there is no way to redeem himself. Not anymore, not after what he's about to do. Not when he tugs down his trousers and wraps his hand around the shaft of his hardening cock.

Not when he slowly starts pumping, moving his hand up and down, feeling the prominent veins running along the base. He places his free hand on the wall of the small box, desperate to ground himself, to silence the sounds of pleasure that threaten to come out, choosing to focus on your voice instead.

You're embarrassed, it's clear in your tone and scent, but you keep talking, knowing that this is much better than keeping it in. You're repenting after all, it's what you're here for, you need to do this.

You go into detail, the way he had asked you to, explaining the way you pushed your fingers into you core, the very one that was dripping because of him. The way you rubbed the little bundle of nerves, only intensifying the pleasure you had felt.

Full of shame, you continue explaining, your face burning and your stomach filled with regret, twisting and turning in the uncomfortable box you shared with the redhead.

The redhead who was currently stroking himself to you words, with the filthy words coming out of your mouth he was able to form an image of you. It may not be accurate, but it is definitely enough for his orgasm to approach faster.

"I know what I did was wrong, Father Kamado. I only wish for forgiveness, that is all I ask for."

He takes a moment to respond, the blissful state he's in making it difficult to answer you, but he speaks, "The Lord is merciful, he surely will forgive you if this is a one time occurance, but please...."

He pauses and throws his head back, barely biting back a loud whiny moan that surely would get him caught as his orgasm crashes over him in waves. His hand only moves faster, he twitches and tenses as thick white ropes of his cum coat his hand and trousers.

His breathing is ragged, hair is tousled and sticking up in every which way, but he speaks again, in a lustful voice that has your stomach churning and core aching once more;

"Come to me the next time you feel this way. I believe I can guide you in the right direction, should the need present itself again."

Eyes On Me

A/N: Wow, it's been a minute since I came back to this one, but I wanted to write and I wanted to write something mean (?) so here we are.

All characters are aged up!

TW: smut content; dom!fem!reader, sub!Tanjiro, edging, slight degrading (hardly any but reader is mean), dacraphilia, cowgirl, marking (biting, etc.), BDSM (cuffed/tied to the bed), spit, begging, slight jealousy

It's cruel.

The way you're still denying him his sweet release. Bouncing on his cock so prettily, yet he hasn't finished. He's watched you, begged you with his eyes to let him finish. Parts of sentences tumble from his mouth, but they're ignored, mainly because you can't understand him.

He can only moan and whimper, watching you bounce so greedily on him. A ring of cream forming at the base of his cock from the number of times you've cum. It isn't fair, he's apologized already or tried to. He can only get so many words through the gag you've put back on him.

He fixates on your breasts, watching them bounce with every drop of your hips. Oh, how he longs to take them into his hands, to knead and suck marks onto them. He knows he won't get anywhere close to touching you just yet though.

The chord in his tummy is so close to snapping, just a few more bounces from you and he's sure he'd get to finally fill you up, but just before that chord can snap, you stop. The whine he lets out is pitiful, full of desperation and you're sure he's close to tears.

He wants to move, to buck his hips into you so badly. He can get free, all it takes is a good tug on the restraints that confine him to the bed. He could do it, he knows he could.

The consequence?

He prefers not to think about what punishment you'd come up with for him. He knows you can come up with punishments as quick as he dishes out breathing techniques during demon fights.

And he knows they’re not fun.

Even though he wasn’t to cum, so desperately to cum, he stays still. He lets you rock your hips back and forth, grinding your puffy clit onto his pelvis. He listens to you moan so sweetly for him, eyes glued to your pleasure filled face.

It’s cruel, but it’s perfect.

He hopes you’ll overlook the slight thrust of his hips, he just needs a little. Looking down at him, you see just how desperate he is. There’s drool running down the corners of his mouth, pretty tears stain his cheeks, his pupils are blown wide, filled with lust and more unshed tears.

You know you should stop, let him cum already, but he looks so cute like this.

So delicious.

Raising your hips, you speak, “Tanjiro, would you like to cum now?” Ruby orbs meet yours, a glimmer of hope makes them shine, and you receive a frantic nod. Chuckling softly, you remove the gag and place your hands on his restraints, “Ask me nicely.”

His face is flushed, bright red cheeks stained with tears, sweat makes his bangs stick to his forehead, droplets running down the sides of his temples. Drool pools in the corner of his mouth, his lips are bruised and puffy, stained with light shades of your lipstick.

His beautifully sculpted body is littered with hickeys and bites, darkish purple marks all over his neck, the imprints of your teeth scattered along his collarbone. Bright red marks running down his chest to his stomach from your nails.

He looks so beautiful beneath you.

“P-Please, Y/N, I’d like to cum now. I’m sorry, I should’ve seen what she truly wanted, I’ll do better. Please just let me cum, I promise I’ll be good.” He lightly tugs at his restraints, lifting himself slightly to move closer to you, “I’d like to fill you up now, please. I’ve been a good boy, haven’t I? I’ve done what you asked, what you’ve told me to do. I’ve been good.”

Tears fill his eyes once more, a whimper breaks through as you run the tip of his cock along your pussy, “Please, Y/N. Let me cum, let me fill you up. I’ll fuck you nicely, I promise. I’ll give you everything, everything and more. Let me show you, please.”

“Please, Y/N, please.” He’s desperate, so desperate for you and the pride that fills you cannot go ignored, “Tanjiro, say you’re mine. Only mine, you belong to me, no one else. Say it, and I’ll let you fill me up. Nice and full, yeah?”

“Y-Y/N, I’m yours. Only yours, I belong to you and only you, no one else can have me. They never will, no one compares to you, I swear I’m yours.”

“Y/N, you’re my cherry blossom.”

Subby whiny boys who cry so pathetically for you :(((

Featuring: Tanjiro, Zenitsu, Kyojuro, Satoru, Suguru, Megumi, Itadori, Choso, Izuku, Denki, Kiri, Denji, Jean, Connie, Armin, + any of your faves!

MDNI, smut/NSFW under the cut.

It’s mean, the way you’re jerking him off so quickly, flicking your wrist every time you get to the leaky tip. His hips stutter and press back into the mattress, trying to wiggle away from your ruthless handjob. He’s already came twice, the overstimulation beginning to get to him as tears spill from his eyes, whiny moans and whimpers leaving his bruised lips. “B-baby please, can’t cum anymore. ‘S too much.” And you only hum in response, licking the tears rolling down his cheeks, running your thumb over his tip and kissing his nose. “Aww, but you’re doing so good for me, sweetheart. You can gimme another, can’t you? Be my good boy and cum one more time? I’ll let you eat me out after, honey. I promise. That sound good?” He lets put a pitiful whine as your hand speeds up, but his cock twitches at the promise of eating you out. Getting to taste your pretty pussy, get your juices all over his face, make you cum all over his tongue. You tighten your hand around the base of his dick and he whimpers, letting his head fall against the pillows as his eyes roll back. His mouth falls open and his hands fall to your shoulders, lightly pushing you away like he wants you to ease up, only for his hips to move in time with your hand. No sounds come from him until he’s shooting thin ropes of cum, a loud, strangled moan echoing in the room as his load lands all over your hand and his stomach, as pitiful as it was. Less than the two other times, but just as powerful, since it leaves him twitching and his thighs shaking. Pressing a kiss to his drool soaked lips, he whimpers when your thumb grazes his sensitive tip, whining against your lips. “Y-you promised.” Cooing softly, your free hand rubs his thigh, feeling it tense when your hand wraps around his dick again. “‘M sorry baby, can’t help myself. You’re just so pretty when you cum. I promise this is the last one, okay? Just wanna see your pretty face one more time.”

Your catgirl reader fic, but roles are reversed. Dog hybrid Tanjiro who goes in heat, and goes completely feral. He's pouncing on you, begging to let him fill you up with his puppies! Of course, you let him, because what kind of owner are you if you don't make sure to take care of your pet? It's so unlike him to be rough and growling, snapping his teeth and hissing dirty words in your ear. (Just a lil brain rot I had because i am a ✨ whore ✨ for rough Tanjiro <3) Signed: 💫 Anon

My Good Boy

NSFW!! Minors and ageless blogs, do not interact!!!

Everyone is above 18.

Don’t mind me as I get carried away with feral Tanjiro. Thank you for your ask, 💫 Anon!

Cuddling with sweet Dog Hybrid!Tanjiro who’s the most loyal, the most gentle, most innocent being you could ever know. Scratching just behind his ears that makes his tail thump! thump! thump! on the couch, makes his legs kick instinctively as though he’s the one scratching himself.

He’s already so hard. Whining and whimpering, beginning to drool until you’re suddenly caught off guard by the doorbell ringing!

“A visitor!” he shouts, ears perking up, tail wagging. But he doesn’t get off of you.

“Tanji-! Honey, let me get the door!” you laugh, but the sweet thing grips onto your leg. He’s so huge now! Growing up with him since he was a puppy, it’s hard to drag your leg as the big doggy holds onto you.

“Hello!” you pant as you reach the door.

“Hi, Y/n,” your friend greets, and Tanjiro is caught off guard by the new smell that hits his nose. Who’s the new dog?

“Is this the one you wanted me to watch over for today?” you ask your friend, looking down to the nervous wolf hybrid!Genya, who glances up at you nervously before tensing and looking away.

But Tanjiro catches his big tail wagging.

“It sure is!” your friend answers, “This is Genya! He’s a little shy, but he’s a sweetheart. Isn’t that right, boy?” Your friend ruffles his hair playfully.

Tanjiro gulps. Genya is a much bigger hybrid than he is.

“Then I’m sure Tanjiro and I will get along so well with him! Tanjiro is such a good boy!” Tanjiro looks up to you, forgetting the jealousy that was just growing inside of himself, basking in your praise as he nuzzles into your thigh.

But his heart shatters when Genya walks in, sitting right in the middle of the room, sniffing and looking around. And his tail thumps along the wooden floor. Tanjiro glares.

Apparently, you’re going to be dog sitting for the afternoon.

“So play nice,” you say, already knowing Tanjiro would behave.

“Are you hungry, Genya?” you ask and Tanjiro doesn’t like just how much Genya’s big ears perk up when you call him. He’s got lots of scars, evidence that he’s a fighter- and a winner.

Genya could father excellent pups…

He’s so lost in thought that he misses the moment you gently pat his head and scratch his chin. The low, content hum of a voice so deep it makes the ground tremble under his paws, and Tanjiro whips his head to look at Genya.

Genya loves you.

Genya rolls onto his back and exposes his stomach. You take the opportunity to rub and scratch him. Genya whines and his eyes roll to the back of his head.

Don’t you realize what he’s doing? Every time he rubs up against you, licks your hand, rolls onto his back…

He does it to show you.

Genya is doing that to show you his hard cock.

But you’re so innocent. Of course you don’t realize the real reason why Genya is panting so hard, why he keeps on rolling onto his side or his back, raising a leg to show you his throbbing meat.

“Aww,” you coo, “You’re just too sweet.”

Tanjiro can smell the pheromones. He can smell the pheromones Genya is radiating. Trying to coax you into getting closer, lying down.

Tanjiro won’t stand for this.

Leaving to the bathroom, Tanjiro glances at Genya one more time. He’s a panting, tail-wagging, drooling mess.

“She’s ovulating,” Genya salivates, inhaling deeply with a shiver.

“I know,” Tanjiro snaps, “My Y/n is ovulating.”

“She smells nice,” Genya adds.

“I know.”

“She scratches me so well.”

“She scratches me perfectly.” Tanjiro retaliates.

“I want to fill her with pups…”

Tanjiro snarls. Fur standing on end, fangs bared, claws extended, tail stiff.

Before the fight can begin, however, the doorbell rings.

“Coming!” you call, drying your hands as you rush to the door. The two dogs immediately calm themselves, sitting politely.

It’s time for Genya to go. He whines and whimpers, holding onto you tightly as your friend urges him to let go. Leaving kisses and licks on your cheek fervently as your friend apologizes.

“No, no, it’s okay,” you reassure, “He’s just a little excited.”

“He’s never gotten that way with me,” your friend pouts.

Saying your goodbyes, you sigh as you plop back onto the couch.

“That was fun,” you giggle, patting your lap as you motion Tanjiro over, “Did you like Genya? He doesn’t live too far away. We can always visit him if you want.”

For the first time. In a long time. Tanjiro doesn’t come forward.

Tanjiro growls.

Eyes snapping open.

“Tanjiro?” you ask, absolutely terrified, “What’s wrong, sweetie?”

Kneeling in front of him, seeing his red eyes glowing, his paws digging into his pants, you gently try to shush him down.

“Tanjiro,” you coo, “Oh, honey, what’s wrong? Why are you upset? Hmm?”

“I’m your good boy, right?” Tanjiro asks with pleading eyes.

“Of course you are! You’re my beloved, sweet, strong, wonderful, best boy ever! I love you so much!” you praise him.

And he pounces on you. Tanjiro was always gentle when it came to playtime. He always let you win. Always let you pin him down. That’s just how pups were raised.

But now you’re caged underneath him. Never realizing just how strong Tanjiro is until you attempt to squirm under him, only to realize you’re perfectly trapped.

He lowers himself down to your neck and inhales deeply.

“Y/n,” he says in a low voice, “I have to breed you. Please.”

The way you can feel his breath hitch as he grinds himself against you, how the hand that pins both of your wrists begins to squeeze, how his free hand roams down your body. You can’t help but get heated yourself.

“Y/n,” he calls, “I wanted to be patient, but, I need you. I need to fill you with pups so bad!” He rubs your stomach as he adds, “I want you…I want you to mother my pups! Please!”

“Okay, honey,” you coo, no longer able to hide the desire leaking out of your pussy. Tanjiro’s tail wags. Drooling as he tears apart your clothes effortlessly with his claws, always being so careful to ensure that he never hurts you.

Stripping himself, you can see just how swollen his cock is. How the head of his dick is practically crying pre-cum as he stares at your naked body.

“I’ve always wanted to see you up close,” he growls, eyes raking over the exposed skin of your neck, the softness of your breasts, the smoothness of your tummy, the wideness of your hips.

Licking your cheek, he’s going to bathe you in drool to get rid of Genya’s spit. Cleaning off the cheek he dared to kiss, sliding his tongue down your neck, nipping every so often whenever he remembers how Genya wanted to do this to you.

“I love you,” he coos, kissing you deeply, whining when your fingers tangle in his locks, scratching behind his ears. He instinctively ruts against you, gasping as his cock slides through your soaked folds.

“Oh, gods…” he whimpers, shoulders trembling as he moves down to your pussy. You’re so embarrassed that you cover yourself with your hands.

But Tanjiro whimpers. “Please, Y/n. I’ve seen her before. She’s so pretty. I’ve always wanted to see her up close. Always…” he’s taking your hands away as he brings his head between your thighs as he adds, “…always wanted to taste her.”

And it’s true. Catching you when you’re about to shower. Touching himself as you disrobe. And if he’s really lucky, getting to watch you play with yourself, muffled whimpers sounding scarily close to his name.

“I peeked through the keyhole,” he confesses, lapping through your folds with a long, slow swipe of his tongue, “I do it every time you go shower. I’m sorry, Y/n! I’ve been a bad boy, haven’t I? I’ll make it up to you!”

His regret makes him lick faster, his long tongue pushing into your hole, big arms curling around your thighs as he plunges his face into your pussy.

Whimpering as the sweet taste of your arousal coats his tongue, the hormones you’re giving off are filled with lust and love, the most dangerous combination.

He devours you. Diving his tongue into your pussy, sucking and flicking your clit with such urgency and with such a fast pace, you can’t catch your breath.

“T-Tanji! Tanjiro!” you cry out, “It’s! It’s too much-too much! I-!” Thighs clenching around his head as you cum. He lets out a cry of his own, tail stiffening as he swallows every precious drop of your juices.

But he doesn’t stop. You have to push his head away, fight him with shaky arms as he desperately tries to return to your cunt. Groaning as your slick runs down his chin, babbling as he begs to eat you out again.

He growls and lifts your legs to your chest, eyes burning with ferocity and desire.

“Tanjiro,” you gasp, and his ears twitch. Suddenly realizing how perfectly you were positioned.

Tanjiro grins.

“I’m going to fill you so well, my love,” he coos, aligning himself with your hole. But that confidence begins to disappear as he sinks his cock into you. Your moans and mewls only making his eyes roll back as he inches deeper into you.

One last push and he hisses, your cervix meeting his pulsating tip.

“Oh, Y/n,” he moans, lowering himself to kiss you as he begins to pound into you.

“I’ve wanted to fuck you for so fucking long!”

“Wanted to bend you over that table, over that counter-mmph!”

“That wolf made me so mad!” Tanjiro growls, teeth snapping as his hips move at a rougher pace, your whole body jiggling by the sheer force of it.

“He wanted you,” he snarls, grip on the back of your knees tightening, “He wanted to give you his pups. But you’d never let him, right? You love me, right? You want me to fill you up? Don’t you? Please tell me you do!!”

“Of course I-ahhhhh,” you moan as he bites your neck, “I want you to. Only you, my good-my best-!” You can’t bring yourself to continue. Tanjiro lost control of his movements, battering into your poor pussy ruthlessly, the growls and moans of his husky voice rumbling against both of your chests as he pressed himself further into you.

“I only want your pups, Tanjiro. Because, I love you. You’re the best boy I could ever love.”

His hips stop for a moment. Ears pointed and alert.

One hand slides between your sweaty bodies and finds your clit.

“Don’t worry, love,” he coos, “I know just the way you like it.” He’s memorized how you swirl your fingers around your bud, and gathered knowledge from the other hybrids on how to please their owners.

Your back arches and you let out a cry as you feel that next orgasm rapidly approaching. But there’s something else you can feel.

Tanjiro’s knot. Huge and thick. And with how you’re tightening around his cock, it’s becoming increasingly difficult to thrust in and out of you. But he’s strong. He can do it.

You’re falling apart underneath him. And in Tanjiro’s eyes, it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

“Oh, Y/n,” he pants, “I love you so much. You’re the best girl in the whole world! I love you! I love you! I love you, Y/n!” His eyes roll to the ceiling as his hips thrust as far as he can, his knot keeping him trapped deep inside of you.

The two of you cumming hard. Moaning and crying out each other’s names. Hot gooey ropes of cum fill your womb, and his knot ensures it’ll stay there for a while.

Panting as he rests on his elbows, keeping himself lifted off of you, Tanjiro whimpers.

“I’m sorry,” he apologizes, “That was mean of me, wasn’t it?”

“No, honey,” you reassure, kissing his scar as you rub down his shoulders, “You were-You are the best boy in the world.”

Thump! Thump! Thump! goes his tail.

“I love you so much, Tanjiro.”

“I love you so much too, Y/n.”

Pulling his head down to your breasts, you let him rest there, scratching his ears as he leaves gentle kisses along your chest.

“You’re my good boy.”

Hi!...umm could you pls do a NSFW tanjiro x reader where reader starts to get jealous of kanao bcos kanao has started to gain feeling for tanjiro and has been trying to get close with him but she doesn't know that reader and tanjiro are secretly dating so reader ends up distancing herself from everyone and when tanjiro confronts reader they end up in a mating press+overstimulation and a bit breeding kink 😳

(Pls don't get me wrong I luv Kanao but I haven't seen any fanfictions like this and I'm sorry if this request is too much)😅

Take care 😊

only you | 18+

Warnings/Tags: nsfw, explicit sexual content, jealous!reader, afab/female reader, unprotected sex, mating press, creampie, breeding kink, reassurance, Tanjiro loves you so much, multiple orgasms (implied), overstimulation, soft!dom Tanjiro, ALL CHARACTERS IN THIS ARE AGED UP AND OVER 18 YEARS-OLD

Pairing: Tanjiro Kamado x Female Reader

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

You feel two thick fingers shove inside your mouth, the fingertips hooking onto your bottom teeth to pull your head forward to look into sinful red eyes. 

You blink blearily, tears blur your vision, and you choke with a sob as drool drips down the corners of your mouth. 

“Already crying?” You hear Tanjiro murmur, voice sweet and low, a huge contrast to the brutal thrusts he’s been giving you—fucking your sore cunt with the intent to make you pass out. “Too much for you now, hm?”

You suck in a sharp breath, moaning around his fingers, and your eyes roll back when Tanjiro leans in to have his head near your ear—causing his cock to sink in deeper that you swear you feel him in your throat. 

“I’m sorry, love, but you’ll have to hold on for a little longer,” His voice rumbles against you, rolling through your ear as his lips graze the shell of your ear. “I still need to cum inside you, okay?” 

If you weren’t currently getting fucked to the point where you can feel Tanjiro’s dick in your soul and your mind wasn’t a puddle of liquid pleasure—

You would probably laugh at yourself for being in the situation you’re in at the very moment. 

Because none of this would’ve happened if it weren’t for Kanao.

And now you’re torn between still wanting to be mad at Kanao and also wanting to give her a hug of gratitude for getting Tanjiro like this. 

Not because Kanao directly told Tanjiro to fuck you like he’s some madman. 

Instead, funnily enough, it was Kanao who was the one that wanted Tanjiro for herself. 

It was obvious with the way you’d watch her laugh at his jokes that weren’t even that funny sometimes. 

Or the way you’ve noticed Kanao would leave light touches on Tanjiro’s hand and arm—brief but still giving the message that she wants more from him—whenever you were all out on the field training. 

You’ve seen the way Kanao looked at Tanjiro. 

And honestly—you don’t blame her. 

Tanjiro is an attractive guy. 

Not only in his face but his demeanor, how polite he is. Smart, funny, and god—have you seen him without a shirt? 

So you get why Kanao acts that way—even more recently, now, as Tanjiro started to train more and grew a little taller. 

It’s why you’re dating him, in the first place. 

But nobody knows that. 

You two didn’t want to get in trouble—dating within the Corps wasn’t allowed. 

But you guys couldn’t help it. 

He liked you, and you didn’t want to lose out on the chance of having him to yourself. 

The only issue with keeping your relationship with Tanjiro a secret—

Is that people, like Kanao, will try to get with him instead. 

Because in their eyes—he’s single. 

In Kanao’s eyes—Tanjiro is available for her. 

And at first—you didn’t care. 

You both knew what would happen once you kept this relationship a secret. 

People will still flirt—it happened to you many times by other guys. 

But you were always polite to let them down—made up some lie about wanting to focus on becoming a better slayer and all. 

And Tanjiro said the same thing to Kanao once before—and she listened. 

Admired him from far away. 

And you were okay with that. 

Until—

Until Kanao started to get handsy. Gradually.  

Until her small crush developed into something more for Tanjiro—and she wasn’t so subtle about it anymore. 

You were okay with it until Kanao and Tanjiro got a little closer—and you had to sit back with your teeth pinching your tongue, watching and doing nothing about it. 

And over time—it got to you. 

It’s not that you don’t trust Tanjiro—because this man has done nothing but respect and show you immense trust and security in your relationship. 

And he never flirted with Kanao back. 

But that doesn’t mean you trust Kanao. 

Not when Tanjiro is, in general, a really nice guy. 

Nice to the point where Kanao can mistake it for flirting. 

And if you couldn’t say anything about it—because what can you say without blowing your guys’ secret? 

‘Hey, stop flirting with Tanjiro because—‘ 

Because what? You like him?

That he’s yours? 

It was futile and you hated it. 

…Hence, why you started to distance yourself. 

From a few others at first. 

But then it started to turn into you making an excuse to not talk to Tanjiro. 

That distancing turned into you avoiding him as much as you can. 

Because it hurt. 

You can’t flirt with Tanjiro in public as Kanao can 

And honestly—you genuinely thought you would get away with this whole ‘distancing thing'. 

It even got to the point where you thought that you and Tanjiro's relationship could possibly be over. 

And wouldn’t that be amazing for Kanao, huh? 

But then Tanjiro confronted you about it one night—and that…

That was something. 

The door to your dorm closes behind him as you both walk in, and it’s deadly silent. 

The tension is so thick that you can cut a knife through it, but you don’t say anything.

And for a moment—it remains silent. 

Just waiting for something to drop, to set off the bomb that’s been ticking for a while, now. 

And—

And then you hear Tanjiro let out a tired sigh, and you turn to see him rub a hand over his face as he looks at you, confused. “Are you going to tell me what’s wrong, now?” 

Your eyes widen, and surprise flashes through your pupils as you swallow hard, playing dumb as you avert your gaze. “There’s nothing wrong.” 

He lets out a derisive snort, sarcasm lacing his words “Really?” 

“Yes, really,” Your voice comes out flat, and you walk towards your bed while taking off your shirt. “You should go, I’m tired.” 

A lie. 

One that Tanjiro immediately detects as he shakes his head and follows you. “Not until we talk this out first.” 

That’s the thing that also made you fall for him—is how big he is on communication. 

It’s something you generally love about him—except for this very moment. 

Because talking about how stupidly jealous you are will get you emotional—you can already feel the damn lump beginning to form in your throat. 

You try to ignore him as you set up the bed, sniffling. “There’s nothing to talk about.” 

Tanjiro huffs out a breath, his voice soft and pleading. “Don’t lie to me.”

You purse your lips, your teeth clenching. “You should go rest.” 

You feel him closer behind you, his body heat near yours, and his voice is so confused. “Was it something I said?” 

The breath you let out is shaky, feeling guilty for making him think he’s at fault here. 

Because he’s not but emotions are a bitch and it’s starting to get to you. 

You swallow thickly. “No.” 

Another step closer to you. 

“Was it something someone else said?” 

Your voice is a little strained. “…No.” 

“Did someone do something? Did I do something—?”

And at this point—something kind of just…snaps. 

“I don’t know,” You don’t mean to have any bite in your words, but you’re just so frustrated and overwhelmed and feel so stupid for the way you’re acting that it all just hits you at once as you sniffle, your voice cracking. “Why don’t you go ask your little girlfriend, Kanao?”

And then—

Everything turns silent. 

You can hear the soft ringing in your ears right after you say that. 

You can feel your heart thumping rapidly with regret flushing your cheeks and your stomach drops. 

Fuck. 

You didn’t mean to say that out loud. 

Fuck, fuck, fuck—

You feel a rough hand wrap around your wrist, and the next thing you know—

You’re being spun around—and your vision is instantly met with big, red eyes. 

And your breath hitches in your throat soon after when you take in Tanjiro’s expression because—

He doesn’t look mad at you. 

He looks…worried. 

Almost regretful in a way. 

“That’s what this is all about?” 

He asks, sounding incredulous and confused, looking at you patiently for you to answer. 

God—you feel so irrational now—

“I…” You start, not sure what to say with the way he’s looking at you like that, and you gulp. “…It’s not—”

“Oh, love,” Tanjiro sighs. Low and heavy—full with understanding once he takes a good look at you—and his eyebrows crinkle with focus as he brings you closer to him—tucking your head under his chin as he wraps his arms, full of muscles and warmth, around you. “You have no reason to be jealous of her, you know.” 

Your lower lip wobbles. “I know—”

“But,” He stops you, and you let out a shaky breath, “I’m sorry for not realizing it sooner.” 

Fuck.

You close your eyes, feeling guilty for even making him have to say that because—

“It’s not your fault,” You mutter, but Tanjiro simply shakes his head, sounding firm. 

 “No, I should’ve made stricter boundaries with Kanao—which I will do when I see her.” 

“I don’t want to tell you what to do with your friends, though.” 

Tanjiro frowns and tips his chin down to give your forehead an achingly gentle kiss, mumbling against your head. “How you feel is more important to me.”

Well, that’s just not fair. 

You both stay like that for a bit—simply hugging and being in the other’s arms. 

It’s silent again but this time it’s comfortable. 

But then at some point—

“Hey,” Reluctantly, you lift your head to look at him, and Tanjiro’s eyes soften as he gives your lips a soft, gentle kiss. “You’re the only one I want, you know.” 

You whimper, feeling a small shiver crawl up your spine. 

He guides your mouth open with his, his warm tongue sliding against your lower lip. “You’re the only one I want to kiss.” 

His hands on you grow firmer, almost possessive, as he pulls you closer to him—and you let out a small moan. 

He kisses you so deeply that you feel it in your bones, and he starts to walk you towards the bed—the bend of your knees hitting the edge, causing your back to fall and land on the soft cushion beneath. 

And he follows, holding you close to him, his mouth traveling to your ear and giving it a small nip, his voice rough against you, “You’re the only one I want to be inside of, too.” 

God. 

You feel yourself throb and you throw your arms around his neck as your legs wrap around him—kissing him back just as deeply, moaning into his mouth because this is the Tanjiro that you want. 

This is what you need from him right now. 

…Which is how, moments later, you end up the way you are right now. 

Cheeks red and shiny from tears. 

Your head foggy and ready to explode. 

Body so exhausted and numb from the way he’s been fucking you—holding you down with your legs thrown over his shoulders, nearly bending you in half as he presses your legs against your chest—

And he’s fucking you through your third orgasm, all while you cry around his fingers, clinging onto whatever your hands can find as Tanjiro pushes down on you—groaning at just how pretty you look. 

“Only made for me, love,” Tanjiro breathes heavily, kissing one of your tears, before looking back at you with a small grin. “You take me so well.”

You whine, and he pulls his fingers out of your mouth—your saliva shiny on his fingers—and he uses the same hand to wrap around your neck, putting one of your most vulnerable parts into his hand. 

“And I’m gonna make sure I get you all full with my cum.” 

That’s another thing about him. 

It’s the way he is in bed. 

He can be gentle but—

But there’s just this edge to him that makes your head spin and turn into mush. 

It’s the way he talks with words that sound sweet with the tone he uses, even if they’re filthy—as if each word has been dipped in sin-filled chocolate. 

It’s the way he fucks you with so much love and yet still manages to make you feel boneless and fucked stupid like some slut. 

And that little, spiteful, part of you grins—knowing that no one else gets to experience this side of him except you. 

Not even Kanao. 

He fucks you deep and slow, your fluids gushing out and getting both of you so wet that you can hear the sweet squelch of your pussy getting abused by his cock. 

Your clit is overstimulated from his body rubbing against it with every thrust—that your muscles tense and heat is constantly sparking in your lower belly.

He goes until he starts talking about breeding you—filling your sweet cunt with his cum and keeping it there until your belly is full with his babies and—

“God, love—”

And then you hear him groan, and Tanjiro kisses you as soon as his orgasm pushes through him—and he’s pumping his cum inside your pulsing cunt, filling you to the brim. 

It’s messy. 

You’re both so goddamn messy and out of breath by the time he cools down. 

But you don’t care. 

Even if your pussy is sore and wet and you know you’ll need a shower right after this—

And even if his breathing is heavy—hell, he feels heavy on top of you—

You like it. 

It’s welcoming. 

He kisses you again, this time slow and indulgent, and you feel yourself go numb at his words that get murmured right against you, “I’m all yours, okay?” 

End. 

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