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Imagine:

Making Tanjiro Kamado your personal plaything.

(Title: "Love Is Blind")

Plot summary: you are something... Not from this world. A being of love, and of hate. He cannot resist your charm, and eventually he doesn't want to. He is your plaything now. Always and forever. (Romantic).

This Contains: drug-like themes (giving). Forced feelings of love (giving). Mental and emotional manipulation (giving). Murder (giving). Capture (giving). Worship (receiving).

Note: Meant to be bigger, but never got around finishing it+ I still haven't finished demon slayer, only watched a bit of it. Found in the old drafts! Seeing how finished Tanjiro's part was, I figured I'd post it! Maybe I'll make moooore if I ever finish demon slayer on Netflix ;D. Anyways, enjoy this while I try and finish some request stuff. Heavily inspired by the works of @koinotame and @minkmousesworld annnnnd just, me wanting to write an Aphrodite-like, Dom S/O-

There was something.... Alarming about you. Something otherworldly.

It was your beauty, your divine appearance.

You captivated the masses, making man and woman alike victims to your appeal. Hundreds of people would come just to have a mere glance at your visage, and each one would fall madly in love soon after.

But it wasn't all just skin-deep. Your personality was just as radiant.

Kind, affectionate, and completely irresistible. If people didn't fall for you at just a simple look, then a single conversation would have them all wrapped under your finger.

Of course, there was an ugly side to you. Everyone is flawed, even you. But they could be excused. So what if you're outrageously jealous when others challenge your glamour or take away the attention? So what if you're incredibly spiteful to the point you would have your worshippers beat, whip, and burn whoever did offend you? So what if you can be murderously insecure? Doesn't everyone have their moments? Their bad days? Of course they do, it's human. They all forgive you in one way or another.

They worship the ground you walk on. Though, you don't allow your feet to be tainted by the earth often. Instead, you are carried in a palanquin fit only for an emperor. Your word is law, your action is their command. You truly are an anomaly, especially when so little is known about you. They do not know where you've come from. They do not know why you seem so displaced and above them. They do not know how you can perform unearthly miracles with a simple flick of your wrist. And they do not care to ask, for they are happily content so long as they can worship you. So long as they can love you.

So imagine the despair you caused when you finally took someone as your personal plaything. Someone that was not any of them. But who are they to oppose your choice? And who is your beloved to oppose you either? They won't allow them to change their mind.

Not like you'll allow him to anyway.

He doesn't seem to remember anything from his past. It's all.... Fuzzy and blurred.

But he remembers when he first met you, how could he ever forget it? Your appearance may of caught his eye, but it was your kindness that really captured his heart.

You were so sweet to him, so kind and gentle, how couldn't he fall so deeply in love with you? Sure, it may of been a little alarming how quickly he got attached to you, but that just proves how amazing you are!

Likes to take care of you, though he can't really do much that hasn't already been done by your line of endless worshippers.

But he still tries, doing other things for you instead. He's so cute when he brings you something to eat in the morning, or when he cleans around your room (seeing that that's the only place your followers can't enter). Acts of service is his greatest love language. He wants to do everything for you, make you comfortable and content like you've made him. He's so cute, isn't he?

He also tries to help the community, helping them out in any way he can. This gets him some favour among your people, which after awhile turns into acceptance. They now welcome him with open arms.

Tanjiro tries to steer you away when he notices the thick air of jealousy forming around you whenever someone touches him in a way you don't like, or says things in a tone a bit too suggestive for your liking. He knows how you get, how quickly you are to anger, and he does an amazing job at calming you down; feeding you attention and reassurance that he is never going anywhere. That he loves you, and only you.

He does get a little jealous from time to time too, seeing so many people touching you and everything. It triggers something in him, something that wants him to isolate the both of you, somewhere far away where only you two exist; where you both can start your lives together, raise some children together, have a beautiful family far away from these people.

Like in the mountains.

But that's just an instinct for... Some reason.

D-don't misunderstand! He's in awe with how progressive, thriving and safe your village is! He just.... Wants to be able to provide for you himself. Alone. Together.

He's also very amazed whenever you perform a 'miracle', conjuring long fields of fruits and vegetables for your people to devour, and animals for them to butcher. He asks you questions about it, how on earth can you do these sorts of things! But, you only giggle and pinch his cheek, leaving him flustered and red in the face.

He really likes the times where you two can just be at peace with one another, happily relaxing in each others' arms and mindlessly asking questions to each other (though it's mostly him who gets questioned). You two can simply be by yourselves here, enjoying a warm meal he made and each others' presence. It's so domestic, and it leaves him in bliss.

There are days where he.... Wonders. About his past. He knows he should remember things, but he just.... Can't... Familiar places, familiar faces, familiar smells all bring nothing back for him. He can't remember from before he met you.

You won't let him

He has.... Glimpses, sometimes, where he manages to recall faint remnants of something. Or in this case today, someone. Someone who.... He swears he remembers.

He.... He had a sword right? Yes, a sword....why does he have a sword? What purpose would he need a sword for? He doesn't think he was a samurai... But that sword meant something... And the uniform! They signified something, didn't they?

..he was a demon slayer.. he was a demon slayer! Yes, he remembers that! He trained to become a demon slayer, to protect others from being hunted down by demons! But there was also another reason he can't recall

Images flash in his head, blurry and hardly possible to decipher. There are blanks and gaps in between them, but something nostalgic and melancholic clings to them, and he can hear a faint, feminine voice..

He had a sister, right?....yes, a sister... What was her name..? He... He can't remember. He can't remember what his sister's name is. He can't remember what she looks like. But he remembers that he has to protect her. That he has to cure her. Yes.... Yes, he remembers..

He remembers!

He remembers...

And he tries to escape. But something is stopping him. Something inside of him.... It doesn't want him to leave this place. It doesn't want him to leave this room.

It doesn't want him to leave you.

Every step he gets closer to that door, a little piece of his heart begins to break. By the time he's halfway through the room, he's crying, and his body is shaking, and it's getting harder to keep moving forward.

He's betraying you, he shouldn't be doing this... after everything you've given him... B-but his sister... She needs him. He has to do this. He has to get to her. He has to go!

No, he doesn't.

He's collapsed just at the entrance, sobbing and breathing uncontrollably. His whole body is shaking by now, and he feels so awful and horrible.

When you've returned, Tanjiro is hyperventilating, fat orbs of tears rolling down his face. It makes you pity him almost, even when he was just about to leave you behind.

What a lovesick puppy..

And what is a better cure for heartbreak, then love? You kneel down to his level, scoop his handsome face in your hands, and gently rub your cheek into his; leaving little kisses and hums along his trembling skin.

He grips onto your clothing, a small piece of himself telling him to throw you on the ground and get away, that something with you isn't right, but the rest is begging him to hold onto you, cling to you; engulf you in his arms as he weeps uncontrollably.

He's trying to say something, though it's hard to understand, but you can definitely hear a few 'i'm sorry's from his incoherent rambling. Ugh, it hurts to see him like this.

But you suppose he deserves this, trying to run away and everything. His heart is too big for his own good, and now it's cracked in multiple ways. He should be thankful for your attachment to him, for your mercy, because many before weren't often so lucky.

Afterwards, you begin to melt his mind further. Being around you is similar to a drug, you're something that makes Tanjiro feel happy and content with his new life here. Overtime, his mind slips, and day by day he is forgetting everything of his life.

His life as a demon slayer? What do you mean? Why would he be a demon slayer? This village is perfectly safe. His sister? You must be mistaken, he doesn't have a sister. His friends? Well, they're all here, silly! His family? He already has a family, with his beloved Y/N.

When all is said and done, Tanjiro is rendered the perfect husband. He maintains his kindness, his hardworking nature, his compassion and his friendliness. But now he is so much more loving, and submissive, and doting towards you. As he should, for you are his spouse now. And both of you couldn't be happier, you're sure.

And if his little sister and friends were to ever appear? To try and take your puppy away? Well, your devotees will take care of them swiftly. They trained themselves to be your unstoppable armies.

And if they fail. You can always intervene... And nobody in this world wants that.

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.

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."

Tanjiro's Secret

TanjiroxPregnant!Fem!Reader

AN: Multiple characters will definitely be out of their character in this chapter and I am NOT a doctor/nurse so there are probably incorrect medical (?) terms, but I did a little research. If anything stated below makes you uncomfortable please do not read or read with caution as this chapter will contain sensitive topics!!

TW: description of female body, reader starts going through labor, kidnaping, language, blood, and abuse

Warning: This chapter will contain dark themes, please read with caution!!

It's late at night, you should be in bed. Curled up and under a warm blanket, but you can't sleep. You have so many aches you find it difficult to get into a comfortable position for the night. So you find yourself wandering around the mansion, enjoying the peace and quiet.

The moon shines brightly above you as you walk along the edge of the small gardens that follow the walls of the estate. With one hand on your big belly you admire the scenery, it isn't much but it's enough to relax you. The tension washing away from your sore muscles, your poor feet are a different story however.

Your ankles are swollen and your feet throb with each step you take, so you decide it's time to head back inside to the comfort of your room. Another lonely night. Another night you spend inside your quiet room, without the comfort of another.

Another night without him.

You can see him perfectly, his red hair he always asked you to trim, his rough calloused hands that would hold yours during Shinobu's visits, ruby red eyes that looked at you with nothing but love.

Love that you could never reciprocate.

It was her fault. If only she would've stayed out of it, not used the damn coin. If she would've kept her distance, not gone up to him when she did, you would be in her place. You would be Y/N Kamado, not her.

It angers you, knowing that you had a chance. Knowing that you had a shot at a happy life, but it was taken away from you. Ripped away from your hands before you could truly grasp it. Now you are stuck, alone with the possibilities. The dreams you once had, shattered and broken.

Sighing you make your way down the hall and towards your room, but something is wrong. You feel the strong presence of someone but the sharp pain in your stomach makes all your thoughts fly out the window, feeling liquid running down your legs, drenching your clothes.

It's all too much, too sudden, for you. You weren't due for another month or so according to the doctor, not now. Not when he's not there for you, not when you're all alone.

You can’t breathe, as though there’s a heavy weight on your chest, and you’re desperate for air. Desperate to find someone, anyone to help you.

Tanjiro.

You need Tanjiro.

Crying out when you manage to inhale sharply, you stumble blindly in the dark hallway, trying to find a door. Any door will do, anyone willing to help will do, the pain is too much.

Footsteps from behind a voice calling out to you, soft and calm, it’s familiar but you can’t bring yourself to turn. There are hands grabbing yours, enveloping you like a warm blanket. It’s comforting, but not what you truly want.

It’s not him.

You’re not sure who it is exactly until they speak again, "Y/N, please just breathe. You’ll be just fine, I’ll go get Miss Shinobu. You stay right here, I won’t be long.”

Kanao.

The wife of the love of your life, the reason you cannot have him. The person holding you back, practically dangling your happiness in front of you. Taunting you, living the life you desire, with the man you want.

And as she rushes off behind you the heartbreak you feel almost surpases the pain in your body.

Almost.

The contracting of your uterus is borderline torturous, the uncomfortable tensing of the muscle makes it difficult for you to stand up straight, but you somehow manage.

As time passes your contractions get more and more intense, what was once uncomfortable contractions now are excruciating ones. You can't bear to stand anymore, your wobbly legs practically giving out under you. If it wasn't for your steady hand on the wall you're positive you and the floor would've met minutes ago.

A door slides open from down the hall and a hand clamps over your mouth. Your gut twists, your mind screaming at you to move but you can’t, arms encircle you from behind and trap yours against your sides. A man, you can feel his broad chest up against your back and the rough hands holding you in place only confirm your worst nightmare.

It hurts.

It hurts badly.

You’re being dragged down the hall, the hand never leaves your mouth. You can’t breathe, you can’t see, you can’t move. Nothing, you can’t do anything.

You’re dragged and dragged, out the house, into the forest, dragged over roots, branches, leaves. There are gashes, deep ones across your calves. Blood, lots of it, running down your legs, and you don’t know where the blood starts or ends.

You hurt.

Your stomach, it’s so damn agonizing and your captor only makes it unbearable. Never ending, only worsening as you’re dragged some more. Through thickets and bushes, under a fallen tree, until finally he stops.

Something heavy is thrown open and you’re lifted from the ground, the hand finally moving from your mouth.

Scream.

You scream, crying out for someone to help you, finally thrashing and hitting your captor, whoever he is.

He doesn't budge.

Up a small set of stairs, into a cold dark room, he remains unfazed. You’re set down on something relatively soft and chains are cuffed to your wrists and ankles.

Once again, you can’t move. Bound to whatever he set you on, surrounded by darkness until a lantern is brought in. Illuminating your confinement, you see it's nothing but what seemed to be a fixed up old shack. There's hardly anything inside; a makeshift bed, a small wooden stool, and buckets with rags inside. Lots of them.

You turn to face your captor, ready to fight your way out of there for the sake of your baby, only to find him gone and have your blood run cold.

"I see you made it here without any trouble. Very good."

It's her.

Standing in the corner, arms crossed over her chest, lilac colored irises staring into yours. Unfazed, unbothered, almost bored she crosses the small room and stands in front of the bed, right in front of you.

The light from the lantern brightens her eyes and reflects off the shiny hairpin tucked just above her ear, keeping the small strands of dark black hair away from her face.

The same hairpin that replaced the pink and green butterfly one she wore in her youth.

Get out.

As if reading your thoughts she raises her sword, holding it up right against your stomach, the tip of it poking at your swollen belly, "Try and leave, I dare you. You wouldn't make it two steps off that bed, let alone out the door."

You need to get out.

"Besides there's nowhere for you to go. Especially with that thing on the way. You should be ready in a few hours, these things do take time after all."

Venom.

Her voice drips with it yet her faces remains stoic, but she lowers her sword, choosing to hold it loosely in her hand instead. It's terrifying but you manage to find your voice, "What the hell are you doing? The baby is coming and you have me chained to a damn bed in the middle of the woods? Are you crazy-"

SLAP

The sound echoes in the empty room and your cheek stings, tears brim your eyes as you slowly turn your head back to face her, both shocked and intimidated.

"You don't speak unless I tell you to."

All you can do is stare, quivering on the small bed, willing yourself to stay quiet and for your tears not to fall as she slides her sword into its scabbard.

CRACK

This time you scream.

Blood slowly trickles down your hand from your knuckles, slowly running down your wrist and forearm before dripping down onto the ground from your elbow.

CRACK

Another scream.

More blood dripping onto the floor.

"You've ruined everything." She scowls at you and uses the end of her scabbard to raise your chin, forcing you to meet her eyes. Cold, void of any emotion, or what appears to be at first glance.

Her eyes hold emotion and so much of it, running down in waves off of her. Suffocating you to no end, frustration, hate, jealousy.

Anger.

"If only you would've done what we had brought you to do. If you wouldn't have screwed everything up, ruined the very plans we made, you wouldn't be here. Stuck in an old shack, chained to a bed, about to give birth to a thing I now regret letting exist."

Gripping your jaw she tugs you closer so your faces are mere inches apart, "But you didn't, you went against me. Broke the only rule we had made, the one you agreed to never break. You greedy bitch, couldn't you have been satisfied with just our deal?"

Don't answer.

Her jaw clenches and she yanks you closer, your arms bent back at an uncomfortable, painful angle, "This is all your fault." She stops, seemingly to regain her composure, and pushes you back onto the bed, "No matter, you will suffer the consequences of your actions. You and that thing inside you."

You strain at your chains, desperate to be free, "You will not lay a hand on my child." She snaps her head in your direction and raises her hand, you brace yourself waiting for the stinging pain but it never comes.

"Oh, you're right. I suppose I won't harm that horrid thing, I will hold up my end of the deal though. Take it and raise it as my own. You, however, won't have to worry about your end of our little bargain."

A tight grip on your hair had you crying out, raising your own hands to try and remove hers, "You will give birth and I will take the damn brat, I'll run on home, maybe come up with some sob story for you and live out the rest of my life."

Smirking she tugs your head back, looking you in your tear-filled eyes, "You will stay here, with all the wild animals. I'm sure they'll be happy to have you, something to snack on during the day."

Seeing your fearful expression she chuckles darkly, "This damn baby is a product of a love that should never have existed in the first place. You deceived me, but I will be the one to set things right. This love ends with the birth of the child. Once it's born, my problems will be resolved and I will leave you here to rot, the way you deserve to."

"And I don't need a damn coin to figure that out."

pookie can you make a tanjiro playlist?🥺 it’s oki if not ofc💖💖💖💖

✿ Tanjiro Kamado Playlist ✿

A/N: YES MY LOVE HERE YOU GO! I'M SORRY IT TOOK A FEW DAYS :')

Before You Go - Lewis Capaldi Love & War - Yellow Claw, Yade Lauren Arcade - Duncan Let Me Down Slowly - Alec Benjamin Water Fountain - Alec Benjamin If We Have Each Other - Alec Benjamin STAY - The Kid LAROI, Justin Bieber Save Your Tears - The Weeknd Tadow - Masego, FKJ Out of My League - Fitz and The Tantrums Dandelions - Ruth B. Helpless - Phillipa Soo, Original Broadway Cast of Hamilton pov - Ariana Grande no tears left to cry - Ariana Grande Die For You - The Weeknd, Ariana Grande Halo - Beyoncé Just the Way You Are - Bruno Mars Sunroof - Nicky Youre, Dazy Sunflower - Post Malone, Swae Lee Adore You - Harry Styles Sucker - Jonas Brothers Lost in Japan - Shawn Mendes I Like Me Better - Lauv After Tonight - Justin Nozuka Lovebug - Jonas Brothers Enchanted (Taylors Version) - Taylor Swift Rude - MAGIC! Eastside - benny blanco, Halsey, Khalid Count On Me - Bruno Mars Lost Boy - Ruth B. Snowman - Sia Scars to Your Beautiful - Alessia Cara As It Was - Harry Styles Lush Life - Zara Larsson Dinero - Trinidad Cardona House of Memories - Panic! At the Disco Diamonds - Sam Smith Never Say Never - Justin Bieber Shape of You - Ed Sheeran Perfect - Ed Sheeran Maria Maria - Santana, The Product G&B If You Had My Love - Jennifer Lopez Skedaddle - Mannywellz Watermelon Sugar - Harry Styles Lights Up - Harry Styles Nonsense - Sabrina Carpenter i like the way you kiss me - Artemas Sure Thing - Miguel Mayonaka no Door / Stay With Me - Miki Matsubara Rather Be - Clean Bandit, Jess Glynne Stereo Hearts - Gym Class Heroes, Adam Levine Dance, Dance - Fall Out Boy Sugar, We're Goin Down - Fall Out Boy Still Into You - Paramore

So yes, what I'm trying to say is that THE Tanjiro would listen to Harry Styles, Alec Benjamin and Ed Sheeran often. Not much rock for this one because I think Tanjiro wouldn't want to listen to that. Also, the singer and writer of Mayonaka no Door is named Miki too!!! That's so cool ngl!

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