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The Fox and the Sun
Demon and Demon Slayer in one? A paradox, but you were the living proof. For two good centuries, you served the Demon Slayer Corps as the Fox-Hashira, only in your mind your revenge against the Demon King, who had made you a demon. It took a kind boy with the sun in his soul to remind yourself of your humanity. Fox-Demon!ReaderXTanjiro Kamado
The first part of the prolog is written in the third person, then we switch to the second pov.
I wanted to separate so the past of the reader from the present.
Happy reading now.
Prolog: The Tale of the Good Demon
Long ago there lived a young maiden.
She was as beautiful, as she was kind, loved by her family and neighbors.
Some said that she had something godlike in her, that made her this way.
Of course, such shining light attracted the darkness.
The Demon King himself set his eyes on the young maiden.
One day he come into her home, killing anyone but her.
Turning her into a demon with fox-like features, ears, and a tail.
Kitsune he called her from this day and the young maiden was practically forced to obey him.
But even if she had to kill humans, even if she ate them, she searched for a way to escape this cursed existence.
She still was as pure in her heart as she was in her human life. Any death and harm she caused made her feel disgusted and hated by herself.
Years passed and the young maiden now only known as Kitsune became stronger.
So strong, that the power the Demon King had over her, vanished.
Finally, she could break free from his control and run into the night.
Now free, but still a demon, Kitsune didn’t know what to do.
She roomed the lands of Japan in search to give her life a purpose.
It wasn’t until she stumbled upon an old shrine where the fox goddess Inari was prayed to, that she found it.
Kitsune protected the Miko’s that lived there from evil men, who wanted to steal the treasures of the shrine.
She killed any last of them and the Miko’s thought she was a godsend by Inari herself.
They begged her to stay and Kitsune become their protector.
Life had again a meaning, a purpose.
Again years passed and anybody started to call her Inari, the good demon.
The protector of humankind.
This reached even the head of the Demon Slayer corps.
He came to the shrine with two of his strongest Hashiras.
With humility, he begged that Inari should join them. Become a Demon Slayer and help them against the Demon King.
Inari was unsure.
She lived a good life as the shrine’s proctor.
But the Miko’s encouraged her to go with the Demon Slayers.
Often she had talked to them about how she wanted to make the Demon King pay for what he did to her family, to her…this was a chance do to so.
So Inari joined the Demon Slayer Corps and became a Hashira.
To this day it is said that the young woman with whisker marks on her cheeks with an orange haori is the good demon Inari.
But these are of course only rumours.
It’s a story that gets told in Demon Slayer circles because the family Inari always has a woman as Hashira, nothing more.
Or that’s what you want to make all believe…
Trying to remember your human life…was difficult.
Every year that passed in this cursed demonic existence, you forgot more about your family and yourself.
The smell of your mother’s favorite perfume, your father’s loud laugh, grandmother’s swift hands at needlework, grandfather’s voice which sang you to sleep.
Like fog in the sunlight, it slowly vanished.
You signed and looked up at the sun.
After two centuries you finally could walk on sunny days again. It had been an amazing feeling. Like you have got a bit of your humanity back.
That’s when you heard a well know voice and found yourself with an armful of bubbly pink-green-haired Hashira.
“Mitsuri-Chan.”, you greeted her. “Nice to see you again.”
The Love Hashira greeted you back and then formally smashed your face into her bosom.
You tried your hardest not to turn into a tomato.
Technically you were older than her, but mentally and physically you were still seventeen years old. It sucked to be stuck in eternal puberty!
One of the reasons you so wanted to put Muzan’s stupid face on a stake and then spit on it.
“You look so cute today!”, she complimented you. “I like your new uniform.”
You only changed your stockings, since, like Mitsuri, you wore a skirt, but your friend got easily excited.
One of the reasons you found her so cute.
“So what are you doing here Mitsuri-Chan?”
Here been the house of Oyakata-Sama, where your Hashira’s mostly got your missions.
“Where you called by Oyakata-Sama too?”
“No, I just came from a mission. I think Shinobu-Chan and Tomioka-Kun were called here, like you Inari-Chan.”
“Oh joy, Tomioka.”, you deadpanned, which made Mitsuri giggle.
Nothing against the Water Hashira, but being around him made you more depressed than you already are. At least Shinobu would go on his nerves, which was always fun to watch.
Not for the first time you thought about just throwing these two idiots in a room and throwing the key away. Their sexual tension was annoying.
Humans and their relationships…were you like this when you were human once?
You couldn’t remember.
Hell, you have even forgotten your own name, that’s why anyone called you Inari.
Muzan had fucked you up well.
Anyway, you and Mitsuri said goodbye to each other, since you needed to go to the master and she needed to rest.
You enter the main room in the mansion, Shinobu and Tomioka were already sitting before the master.
You gave a deep bow and excused yourself for being late.
Oyakata-Sama just invited you to sit with them.
Pointly you ignored Tomioka’s disappointed stare and shared a quick hand squeeze with Shinobu.
Your master had exhausted kasugai crow in his lap.
“You did well to return.”, he cooed to the bird. “So, most of my children have been slaughtered? We might find the Twelve Kizuki there, then. It seems I’ll have to send in some Hashiras. Giyuu. Shinobu. Inari.”
For a second you wonder if it would be one of your old "friends".
Netherless you and your Hashira colleagues agreed with the master order.
“If only humans and demons could get along. Like we do with Inari-Chan.”, mussed Shinobu. “Don’t you agree, Tomioka?”
“Impossible… as long as demons eat humans.”
“I haven’t eaten a human in a good 50 years.”, you reminded all, but mostly Tomioka.
“You are strange and old, that’s why.”
“Did you just call me a hag?! I may look seventeen, but I’m still your senpai!”
“Ara, ara, Inari-Chan, don’t listen to Tomioka, you are still as beautiful and young as we first meet.”
Yeah, good that Shinobu was there or you would use your Katana on Tomioka.
Prick.
Good looking.
But a prick!
The master told you to go to Mount Natagumo and prepare yourself for anything.
Later, you would muse about how you didn’t had expect THAT what you encounter on the mountain.
No one could have prepared you for this.
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The Fox and the Sun
Demon and Demon Slayer in one? A paradox, but you were the living proof. For two good centuries, you served the Demon Slayer Corps as the Fox-Hashira, only in your mind your revenge against the Demon King, who had made you a demon. It took a kind boy with the sun in his soul to remind yourself of your humanity. Fox-Demon!ReaderXTanjiro Kamado
I gave the Spider Family a big sister so Reader-Chan had to fight someone. Hope you all are okay with that.
Now on with the story.
Chapter 1: The Fox Hashira
When you and your two Hashira colleagues arrived on Mt. Natagumo you found slaughter Demon Slayers everywhere.
After smelling this much blood, the familiar hunger in you came up. You gulped down the excessive saliva, ignoring your demonic instincts.
You weren’t anymore the monster Kitsune. The one who slaughters whole villages for human flesh.
For a good 50 years now, you could survive only on blood from volunteers.
Didn’t stop Tomioka to give you a worried glance, while Shinobu took your hand.
“All good?”, she whispered. “I have a blood bag with me in any case.”
You squeezed her hand.
“I would appreciate it.”
You didn’t want to risk anything. Better have a full belly to be on the safer side.
Wordless Shinobu handed you the blood bag and you started right away to drink it.
Ah, B negative.
Tasty.
Tactful both Tomioka and Shinobu let you drink in peace, not commenting on it, while they talked with each other. Well, Shinobu talked and Tomioka just stared at the dead bodies.
“Were you acquainted with any of them?”, the female Hashira wondered. “There don’t seem to be any survivors around here. We were advised that several rookie Mizunoto had joined the battle, but they might be dead by now, don’t you think?”
“As soon as Inari-San is done, we go.”, answered her Tomioka simply.
You gulped down the last bit of blood and nodded.
“Let’s go.”
You three started to run through the forest.
“Isn’t the moon lovely?”, asked Shinobu.
She and her small talk.
You humored her. “Indeed.”
You could see how she smiled at you.
“Since we’ve been given this joint mission, let’s try to get along.”, she directed her next words to Tomioka.
You and her got along without problems.
Since you joined the Demon Slayer Corps you had been friends with the family Kocho. You remember holding Shinobu as a little baby in your arms, while…while you gave Kanae a piggyback ride.
No matter how many deaths you witnessed, it always hurt to lose people.
And in your long life, you had lost a lot of beloved people.
Tomioka answered Shinobu with a simple: “I’m only here to slay some demons.”
“How callous of you!”, she tutted then turned to you two. “All right, then, let’s split up here. I shall proceed from the west.”
“I will take the north.”, you offered.
The only male agreed and you all were off to your directions.
Soon you found yourself in a clearing, which made you wrinkle your nose in disgust.
These were once human bodies, but they were melted like ice cream in the hot summer sun.
Thankful you weren’t that distracted by the rotten smell and scene before you because you clearly heard how someone tried to spit on you.
No kidding.
In an elegant flick-flack, you jumped to safety, drawing your Katana.
“Ara, ara, little human, stay still, it won’t hurt much.”, promised a female voice.
It was a young woman with white hair in an elegant bun. She wore a pretty white kimono with some red details. Her face was painted with red circles.
A lower demon.
Spider.
You smelled it in the air around her.
One of your Blood Demon Arts was transformation, like the Kitsune from folklore. Besides the whisker marks on your cheek, you appeared to anyone completely human. Nothing gave away your demonic existence.
Only a high-ranking Upper Moon and Muzan self could see through your illusion.
“Mmh, you are a cute one.”, cooed the Spider-Demon. “Sadly I have to kill you.”
Her cheeks became round and she spits at you a fountain that could only be poison.
You were more than ready for her.
Total concentration! Fox-Breathing! Third Form! Up and About!
It seemed like you vanished on the spot, only to appear over her, on your side two copies of yourself. The first copy slashed her from left to right, the second from right to left and you slashed her neck.
The demon was dead before she realized what happened.
Calmy you sheeted your Katana, watching how she dissolved in million pieces.
This wasn’t the Lower Moon of this mountain.
So you kept on searching.
On your search, you found Demon Slayer comrades imprisoned in spider webs and even in giant balls of spider threads. You cut through all and saved their lives.
You order the freed prisoners to wait for the Kakushi and kept searching for the Lower Moon.
That’s when you heard one of the kasugai crows calling loudly: “Tanjiro and the demon Nezuko are to be taken back to headquarters alive!”
Shocked you stopped and stared at the crow flying over your head.
Did you hear right?!
“Tanjiro, dressed in a checkered haori, with a scar on his forehead! Nezuko, a female demon with a bamboo muzzle! Bring them back! Bring them back!”
You did!
What could this all mean?!
You didn’t think and let your instinct wash over you.
In one second you were running on two human legs in the next you took the form of a fox as big as a horse, racing through the forest to find this demon named Nezuko.
Was she like you?
Why else would they keep a demon alive?
You run as fast as you could, soon reaching a familiar girl with a side ponytail and a butterfly clip in her hair.
You transformed back into your human form, reaching her.
“Kanao-Chan.”, you called and she turned to you. You could now see over what she had been crouching.
It looked like a little pretty girl with a bamboo muzzle.
That must be Nezuko, the description of her and what you smelled told you all.
Kanao made a deep bow.
“Inari-Sama.”
You patted her head and once again asked her to drop this. You know Kanao since she was a little girl, she didn’t need to bow before you and give you the Sama title.
You told Kanao you would take over now and she should help with the Kakushi.
Of course, she did as she was told, so you could crouch down to Nezuko’s level.
She had wonderful pink eyes, looking at you in curiosity. Her little nose moved, she smelled the air, then gave you a surprised look.
No…she couldn’t tell?
Could she?
“Do you know…I’m like you?”, you asked her quietly.
Nezuko gave you a tiny nod, making cute noises.
Gosh, she was adorable.
“Come. Can I pick you up and then let’s find your brother.”, you cooed at her sweetly.
Like a toddler, she raised her arms and you place her on your hip.
Strange.
She felt warm.
Like a sunray.
That was untypical for a demon.
Nezuko was really like you it seemed.
Together you picked up a wooden box in which, Nezuko crawled in after the sun began to rise.
So she still wasn’t immune to sunlight.
You wonder for how long she had been a demon.
“Inari-Sama, Inari-Sama!”, voices called for you.
It was two Kakushi, one had a boy with a scar and checkered haori over his shoulder.
“This must be the brother of my little demon friend in the box.”, you mussed.
The boy had a soft but handsome face. You really liked his hair color. Dark red was something unique.
Also, you felt warm coming from him. Warm like the sun.
He was as strange as his sister.
Human didn’t feel so warm to you, but the presence of the boy seemed to nearly burn you.
Curious, simply curious.
It was now fully morning and you stand beside Mitsuri and the other Hashira around the sleeping Tanjiro in the Demon Slayer Headquarters.
Goto from the Kabushi tried to wake him up. Not gently mind you. He seemed one step away from kicking the young boys behind.
Finally, he woke up, staring in utter confusion at you all.
“Bummer. I heard he was a Demon Slayer with a demon in tow, so I was looking forward to seeing someone more flamboyant…”, trailed off Tengen. “But that’s one drab-looking dude, huh?”
“Yes! And now, we’ll put this boy on trial! I see!”, said Rengoku.
Mitsuri was holding into one of your arms. You swore you could hear her think how beautiful this all was with Tanjiro protecting his demon sister.
Still confused Tanjiro tried to sit up, asking who you guys were, only for Goto to push him back down again.
“Don’t open your mouth just yet, you moron! Just who do you think is standing before you?!”, scolded the Kakushi. “You’re in the presence of the Hashiras!”
You could clearly see how Tanjiro had no idea what a Hashira was. He must be for a short time a Demon Slayer.
Shinobu stepped forward to give the lost boy at least some answers: “This is the Demon Slayers’ headquarters. And you’re about to be put on trial… Kamado Tanjiro-Kun.”
You formally tasted his desperation in the air.
“Before we start the trial, why don’t you explain the crime you’ve comm –“
“There’s no need for a trial!”, interrupted Rengoku Shinobu. “Protecting a demon is a clear violation of the code! We’re within our rights to deal with him on our own! We’re going to behead him along with the demon!”
“In that case, I’ll be glad to decapitate him flamboyantly. I’ll show you the most flamboyant blood spray you’ll ever see. I’m talking max flamboyance.”, boosted Tengen himself up.
Mitsuri gripped harder your arm, whispering: “Inari-Chan, can’t you do something? For you was made an exception, why not for this boy and his sister too?”
“I’m thinking…”, you whisper back.
The truth was you weren’t sure if you could pull Rank on anybody before they turned Tanjiro and his sister into sliced pieces of meat.
Yes, you were the oldest.
Yes, you were the strongest.
But you weren’t Oyakata-Sama. He called the shots.
While you were having your little crisis Himejima pitied Tanjiro, Tokitou was lost in his own thoughts and Tanjiro self seemed to look for Nezuko, which in turn made Goto angry, since the boy didn’t give you all the respect you earned.
Himejima, Rengoku, and Uzui were ready to just kill Tanjiro there and now.
Okay, you needed to say something.
You clapped your hands loudly so that all turned to you.
“We are not going to kill the boy and his sister.”, you told them. “Yes, technically he broke the rules, but it wouldn’t be the first time the Demon Slayer Corps made an exception. We shall wait for Oyakata-Sama’s decision. So if one of you tries to harm them, I gonna pull Rank on all of you and beat your asses until next week understood?!”
Your Hashira colleagues mumbled all together a yes senpai, while Tanjiro looked at you in aww.
You did your best not to turn red under his pretty red eyes. Red eyes normally meant evil, yet his red was so pretty and soft that you wanted to dive in.
You stopped your train of thoughts alone. No, more than friendship with humans would break your heart. You can’t forget that.
That’s when Tanjiro called where Nezuko was and the names of his friends.
But the only one responding to him was Iguro, chilling like always on the tree with his snake Kaburamaru: “Forget that. What will we do with Tomioka?”
Automatically you all turned to the Water Pillar, who was standing alone a few meters away from you.
“Seeing him there without any restraints is giving me a headache. Based on what Kochou told us, Tomioka is just as guilty of breaking Corps rules.”, reminded Iguro. “How will we deal with him? How should we make him take responsibility? What kind of lesson should we teach him? Don’t you have anything to say, Tomioka?”
Tomioka, of course, said nothing. Shinobu meant that this wasn’t important right now, since he did come back here without the need to use force and she was more interested why Tanjiro had a demon with him, even if it’s against the rules.
The young boy tried to explain, yet thanks to his wounds only coughs came out of his mouth. You smelled a bit of blood in the air.
Tanjiro needs healing, not an interrogation, yet you couldn’t do anything right now.
At least Shinobu gave him some water with painkillers in it. After he took a good sip, Tanjiro told you how his whole family had been slaughtered by a demon, leaving only him and his transformed sister behind. He swore up and down that she never hurt and never would hurt a human.
You formally felt how all Hashira’s looked at you. You know, they wanted you to talk with him.
If Nezuko was any bit like you, you were the best to talk to Tanjiro.
“She never tasted human flesh?”, you asked. “Never? Not even blood?”
“No! She uses sleep to regain her energy!”
“Absurd.”, Obonai shook his head. “Even Inari-Senpai needs to drink blood and she is over two centuries old! If she’s family, no wonder you’re defending her. I can’t trust a single word you’re saying. I, for one, don’t believe you.”
Tanjiro blinked confused, while you all tried not to facepalm.
Awesome Obonai!
Just tell a not Hashira straight away that a demon is in the Ranks of the Hashira.
The snake Hashira realized that he probably thought out aloud and seemed to blush under his bandages.
“Forgive me…”, he called ashamed of himself over to you.
You waved your hand.
What was done was done.
Now you heard Tanjiro gasp for air.
“You…you are a demon? But you smell nothing like one!”
“Are you implying I smell bad?”, you shoot back angrily, which made nearly everyone laugh, and Tanjiro stutters.
“N-No! Y-You smell nice, human!”
“Nice safe, boy.”, cackled Tengen and you hit him with your elbow in his stomach.
The sound Hashira nearly toppled over.
“Tengen-Kun, shut it or I’m telling on your wives.”, you said with a fake sweet smile.
He gave you a thumbs up. Good, he still knew where his place was.
You decide to kneel with Shinobu before Tanjiro.
“Kamado Tanjiro.”, you began. “I’m since two centuries a part of the Demon Slayer Corps and lived before that a century as a "normal" demon. For 50 years I haven’t eaten human flesh and I’m happy with blood. Yet you claim your sister never ever had either. How long has she been a demon?”
“T-Two years, ma’am.”
“Do you see the problem here, my colleagues have with your narrative? I’m a good demon too, I fight against my own kind for humanity, yet it took me decades to be there where I am now and your sister, so young, already managed?”
“I know it sounds crazy, but it’s true! Please if you really are a demon, you must have smelled something different on Nezuko.”
Before you could answer you heard Shinazugawa’s voice: “Well, well, I see you have some fun brewing here. Is that the moron Slayer who has a demon with him? What the hell are you trying to pull here?”
Shinobu and you stood up and face your follow Hashira.
“What are you doing with Nezuko’s box?”, you demanded to know.
“Shinazugawa, please don’t act out of line.”, added Shinobu.
Of course, he didn’t listen and mocked Tanjiro.
“What did you say about that demon, kid? That she can fight as a Demon Slayer to protect humans? She is not Inari-Senpai with over 100 years of experience and even our senpai still needs blood to survive. Do you know what we call that? A total delusion, you moron!”
Then he gets his katana out and steps Nezuko through the box! You feel how your canines grow and a growl comes out of your mouth. Shinobu grips you by the shoulders so you don’t tackle Shinazugawa to the ground.
You were biased, you know that.
You already liked Nezuko, you felt a connection to her. There weren’t many good demons like you and her. Seeing her getting hurt by one of your Hashira colleagues made the demon in you come out.
Luckily for you, Tanjiro freacking headbutted Shinazugawa and took the box from him. It showed how much he really loved his sister. He didn’t care who hurt her, he would make them pay twice for it.
You stopped growling and your canines shrunk back.
For now, you were calm again.
You hoped Oyakata-Sama would soon arrive, this meeting was a powder kettle ready to explode!
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The Fox and the Sun
Demon and Demon Slayer in one? A paradox, but you were the living proof. For two good centuries, you served the Demon Slayer Corps as the Fox-Hashira, only in your mind your revenge against the Demon King, who had made you a demon. It took a kind boy with the sun in his soul to remind yourself of your humanity. Fox-Demon!ReaderXTanjiro Kamado
Chapter 2: Good or Bad?
Your prayers were been answered.
Two of the Master’s daughters, you think it’s Nichika and Hinaki, announce the arrival of Oyakata-Sama.
With the help of his daughters, he was led to the edge of the veranda, while he greeted you all calmly and welcoming, being glad that you all were fine.
All Hashira’s got in line and kneeled before him.
You saw how Shinazugawa formally smashed poor Tanjiro’s face into the dirt so that he kneeled also.
You suppressed a growl.
The boy didn’t deserve this treatment.
“I am pleased to see you in good health as well, Master.”, greeted the white-haired Hashira. “I fervently pray for your continued good fortune.”
“Thank you, Sanemi.”
“If I may, Master… Before we start the Hashira Meeting, would you mind enlightening us about this swordsman, Tanjiro Kamado, accompanied by a demon?”
The master gave you all an apologetic smile. “Right. I apologize for startling you all. But first, before I tell you my decision on this matter…Inari-San, can you please tell us all your story?”
Not only you blinked surprised, but your Hashira colleagues and Tanjiro let out also surprised sounds.
“I think we all need a refresher and young Tanjiro can benefit from hearing it.”, added Oyakata-Sama.
You nodded, an order was an order, even if you did wonder why you should tell your story and began: “It happened exactly 340 years ago. I was a normal seventeen year old girl living my life. Then one night, all changed for me. The Demon King killed my family and turned me into a demon. I became like the Kitsune from our folktales, I was powerful, even so young. Kibutsuji called me his crown jewel. His best creation. For a good 100 years, I was under his rule. I…I killed and eat lots of people, sometimes whole villages. I know it was wrong, but my bloodlust was so strong. But slowly over the years, I regained more of my humanity. I got so strong that I finally could flee from Kibutsuji. I roomed this land, only eating humans who were considered monsters. Murders, rapists, pedophiles. I felt I did something good. Then one day I stumbled over an old shrine where the fox goddess Inari was worshipped. The Miko’s who lived there were old and frail. It didn’t stop robbers to enter the sanctuary and trying to steal the treasures. I protected the woman, killing the man. The Miko’s thought of me as a godsend by Inari herself, begging me to stay with them, which a did for a few years. Then one day the Master of the Demon Slayer Corps of that time and two of his strongest Hashira appeared. The Master begged that I joined their cause, which I did since I want to personal put Kibutsuji’s head on a stake. It was not simple to be accepted by the other Hashira’s. I still needed to eat human flesh to survive, the sun still burned me. It took nearly 100 years till I was so respected in the Corps that no one doubted my devotion. I saw a lot of Masters and Hashiras come and go, helped to raise future Demon Slayers, and worked on myself to reign more of my humanity. For a good 50 years now, I only need blood to survive, which comes from volunteers. 10 years ago I managed to finally master the ability to walk in the sun. I came a long way from Kibutsuji pet monster Kitsune to now being the proud Hashira Inari. And that’s my story.”
“I want you all to remember Inari-San story.”, advised Oyakata-Sama. “My Ancestor saw the potential of having a good demon on our side. Like how I see potential in Tanjiro and Nezuko Kamado. Both will be Demon Slayer and I want you to accept my decision.”
It was so silent you could hear a needle drop.
Curious you glanced at the other Hashira’s. A lot seemed to struggle with this decision, but they also KNOW you for ages, some of them you babysit as children, they knew a demon could be good and control themselves.
On the other hand, this was you and Nezuko they didn’t know.
Himejima found first his words: “Even if it’s what you desire, Master, I cannot agree to it. Inari-Sama is a special case, a rarity. She has more than one lifetime of experience and self-control on her side than the young demon girl.”
“I’m flamboyantly opposed as well!”, agreed Tengen. “Inari-Senpai was once one of the twelve Kizuki, she is different from other demons. I can’t see another demon being like her.”
“I shall do whatever it is you wish, Oyakata-Sama!”, said Mitsuri.
At least one was for Nezuko and Tanjiro.
“I’m fine either way… I’m going to forget soon, anyway.”, deadpanned Tokitou.
Another one on their side, maybe? Well, better than nothing.
“I won’t trust them. I won’t trust them.”, hissed Iguro formally. “In the first place, I loathe demons. It was hard enough to come to respect Inari-Senpai and trust her. And she has centuries of self-control under her belt.”
“Although I respect you with all my heart, that’s an incomprehensible notion, Master! I oppose it with everything I’ve got! Inari-Senpai is the only demon we can trust.”, proclaimed Rengoku.
“The Demon Slayer Corps’ mission is to annihilate demons.”, reminded Shinazugawa you all. “I request that you penalize both Kamado and Tomioka!”
Oyakata-Sama turned to you.
“Inari-San, you are on both sides. Tell me…what do you think about Kamado Nezuko.”
You licked your lips, carefully selecting the words you wanted to say.
“Kamado Nezuko…is different. That is clear. She could detect that I’m a demon, even if I was using my Blood Demon Art. She could smell it on me.”
You formally felt how the other Hashira were losing their shit after that revelation. No one besides Muzan or an Upper Moon should have this power.
You continued.
“She didn’t react hostile at me, let me even pick her up and carry her. Nezuko is intelligent, she doesn’t seem to have any bloodlust. I think…she is more like me than we think…no she is even better than me if she really doesn’t need human flesh or blood to survive.”
“Your conclusion, Inari-San?”
“Oyakata-Sama, if this is all right with you…I would take responsibility for Nezuko and Tanjiro Kamado. I’m even ready to put my life on the line. If Nezuko will eat a single human, then you can kill me with her. I won’t fight.”
That made all Hashira really lose their nerves.
“Inari-Chan, no!”, screamed Mitsure, tears in her eyes.
“Senpai, that’s crazy, we can’t lose you!”, shouted Rengoku.
You know he had a soft spot for you. When his father was a Hashira and he was a young boy, you would often play with him and even babysit him. You are pretty sure you even changed some diapers of his.
“Inari-Senpai, that’s dumb and so not like you. You really want to put your life at stake for another demon?”, wonder Obanai.
Before it really could get out of control Oyakata-Sama wanted you all to hear this letter from the former Water Hashira and your old friend Sakonji Urokodaki.
Hinaki read aloud how Tanjiro should be allowed to be accompanied by his demon sister. That Nezuko had resilient mental strength and has not lost her human emotions. Even in a starved state, she never devoured humans, and this has held true more than two years later. Although the situation seems somewhat far-fetched, it is an indisputable fact. Then came the bomb in which your old friend, Tomioka, and even Tanjiro promised to commit ritual suicide, if Nezuko should kill a human.
As you promised a few minutes ago. All right, you said they could kill you too, but it was the same thing in a way.
Your nose tickled with the salty fragrance of tears. Tanjiro was crying silent and thankful tears. He seemed so glad and relieved that at least three people were on his and Nezuko’s side.
He was a good young man, you felt it.
“So what if they commit ritual suicide and Inari-Senpai lets us kill her?”, growled Shinazugawa. “If you want to die, then rot for all I care! It’s no guarantee! Not by a long shot!”
Rengoku wanted to say something, probably agreeing with him, but you calmly turned to Shinazugawa and said ice-cold: “And yet you trust me?”
“W-What?”
“Kamado Nezuko has never devoured human flesh, where I, I eat and killed more than a thousand, and still to this day I need blood. She is better than me, yet you and anybody else can’t wait for to decapitate her and her brother who loves her so dearly and would do anything for her.”, you scolded.
Nearly everyone looked ashmead.
They were based, they knew that.
Was it because they grow up with you as a parental/sisterly figure or you earned their trust.
They weren’t thinking rationally, but with their emotions, and they were in chaos.
Only Tanjiro looked at you like…you were a divine being, coming to Earth to help him and his sister.
You fought off a blush and pointedly didn’t look in his direction. These dark red eyes with heartful tears in them were too much to handle.
“The fact is that Nezuko has refrained from devouring humans for more than two years, and also that there are three people and one demon risking their lives for her.”, sums up Oyakata-Sama. “To reject this notion, those who reject it must offer an even more convincing argument.”
Shinazugawa gave an angry grumble.
“Do you all have the will to do so?”
No one said anything, and that’s when Oyakata-Sama let the next bomb drop: “Also, there’s something I’d like to relay to you, my children. Tanjiro here has met Kibutsuji.”
You Hashiras being shocked was the understatement of the century.
Your chin meets the floor. Tanjiro meet the fucking asshole and lived?
What?!
“No, impossible!”, yelled Tengen. “After Inari-Senpai joined us 200 years ago no one has ever crossed paths with him?!”
“Is the bastard still high and mighty as ever? I hope you didn’t battle him. He probably has a new hidey-hole, did you see it?”, you shoot your questions at him, like bullets from a pistol.
The others shoot their own question at him, like what he looked liked, what his powers were, and so on.
Poor Tanjiro was clearly overwhelmed with you all shouting questions at him so Oyakata-Sama called you all to order.
“Kibutsuji has sent pursuers after Tanjiro. Though his purpose may simply be to silence him, now that Kibutsuji’s given himself away for the first time, I don’t want to let go. I also believe something’s happening to Nezuko that Kibutsuji never saw coming. Not unlikely with what happened with Inari-San. One of his own Upper Moon betraying him must have shocked him, even if it was so long ago. Can you try to understand?”
Boarheaded Shinazugawa refused to understand the Masters reasons. He was so fixed in his mindset that all demons needed to be killed, that he couldn’t see another way. Not that you could blame him, after what he experienced as a child.
Then he actually slices his arm to let the blood drop on Nezuko’s box to coax her out!
Good thing you weren’t hungry or else you would probably start sucking.
Of course, Nezuko comes not out, hello sunlight, which Obanai reminds Sanemi, and the white-haired Hashira jumps into the mansion and then again stabs Nezuko through the box.
That’s when you see red.
One second you look human, the next your whisker marks get deeper, your hair turns orange, fox ears and a tail grow and you know your eyes turn red.
With a growl you jump between Sanemi and Nezuko’s box, holding in an iron grip his Katana.
“That’s enough, Sanemi! As your Senpai I say: Stand down!”, you growl in your demonic voice.
It’s deeper more animalist than your human one.
This all took place in a few seconds, so of course, all are like statues and don’t know what to do.
They know not to cross you when you show your true self. You were a one-woman army, worth a thousand Demon Slayers.
Nonetheless, Sanemi gets his bearing back.
“Senpai, you would face off against one of your comrades for a demon?!”
“She is an innocent being, I won’t let you egg her on. You practically play with fire here!”
“Innocent being?! That’s a demon and I just want to prove to you all how dangerous she really is!”
That’s when you all hear how the box opens. Growling, with saliva running down her muzzle Nezuko stands up from it.
Fast she grips your arm and puts you behind her.
What is she…?
“What is happening?”, ask Oyataka-Sama his daughters.
“The younger demon seems to protect Inari-Sama. She put herself between Inari-Sama and Shinazugawa-Sama.”, responds Hinaki.
So you aren’t imagining things.
“Come on demon attack me.”, taunts her Sanemi. “You didn’t like me yelling at one of your kind and you want my blood. Show everyone your true self.”
It seems like an eternity passes, but Nezuko just turns away from Sanemi and hugs you.
You feel her shaking in your arms, she is fighting against her bloodlust, but she is winning.
“Good girl.”, you coo at her, hugging her back. “You are a good girl.”
Again the Master asks what happened and both his daughter tell him what transpired.
“So now, it’s been proven that Nezuko won’t attack humans, right?”, declares Oyakata-Sama.
Well, no one can argue anymore.
In the end, Tanjiro and Nezuko were now accepted as Demon Slayers and their quest was to defeat the Twelve Kizuki and the Demon King himself.
Tanjiro promised that they would do their best.
Then Shinobu pointed out that he needed medical attention, so the Kakushi arrived to take Tanjiro and Nezuko.
You helped Nezuko back into her box, giving her forehead a kiss and a promise that you would see her soon. She made cute agreeing noises at you.
Never seeing how Tanjiro looked at you, a fox-demon, been so kind and good to his sister, filling his heart with new emotions.
After the Kamado’s Siblings were gone with the Kakushi, the Hashira Meeting could take place.
You switched back into your human form and follow after the other to the meeting room.
Oyakata-Sama with his two daughters by his side sits before you. The room was dark only illuminated with lamps and you all sit in seiza before him.
You talked about how the quality of the Demon Slayer has gone bad, how this era changed so much, and how the Demon King let this chaos happen with his Lower Moon to hide his traces.
The Master let all, besides you, go, with the words that you were the best Demon Slayer since the Feudal Era.
You expected a scolding for acting out of line today, showing your true self, and commanding Sanemi, but the Master just wanted your honest opinion.
You were the oldest, you have seen death and life come and go.
Was the way the Demon Slayer Corps took the right one?
You only said this.
“Oyakata-Sama. I think we found valuable assets in Tanjiro and Nezuko Kamado. These two are something special. They are full…of sunlight. And sunlight is the best against demons.”
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The Fox and the Sun
Demon and Demon Slayer in one? A paradox, but you were the living proof. For two good centuries, you served the Demon Slayer Corps as the Fox-Hashira, only in your mind your revenge against the Demon King, who had made you a demon. It took a kind boy with the sun in his soul to remind yourself of your humanity. Fox-Demon!ReaderXTanjiro Kamado
I always forget to tell, but I made a drawing of how I image the reader aka. Inari, of course in the end you decide what to look like, but I just wanted to give you an idea.
Here is the link: https://www.deviantart.com/empressofthesun/art/Reader-The-Fox-Hashira-971290363
Chapter 3: Foxes and Butterflies
One good thing about living as long as you did, was that you collected a lot of money in your time as Demon Slayer.
80 years ago you bought this beautiful Mansion with a big garden. It was located in the same neighborhood as the Butterfly Mansion.
Humming a little melody under your breath you worked in your grand and beautiful garden. Butterflies and bees fly around, and birds chirping their songs.
It was an oasis of serenity.
You put the sunflowers in the basket beside you and then stood up. Cracking you spin, letting out a relaxed breath.
You were grateful for any day in the sun you could spend. Since you got immunity from it your cursed existence as a demon was more tolerable.
You could pretend more that you were human. Forgotten for a while all the gruesome things you have done in your long life.
Yet you could never truly forget.
The hunger for flesh and blood in you was strong.
You put a hand on your stomach and picked up your basket full of sunflowers.
Time to go over to the Butterfly Mansion and get your weekly blood supply from Shinobu.
Still humming you enter your mansion, going to your bedroom. You needed to change your dirty work kimono into something more presentable.
You didn’t know why…but you had the urge to look extra pretty today.
It was totally not because you could meet Tanjiro in the Butterfly Mansion and wanted to make a good impression on him.
No.
Perish that thought.
Anyway, you took a bath, styled your hair into an elaborate bun with a pretty cherry blossom hairclip, and put your white kimono with cherry blossoms and red Obi on.
When you also sprayed some perfume on yourself, you had to admit you were going beyond, what one did, when one visited a friend.
You looked ready for a date.
You made a grimace in the mirror.
Okay…maybe you wanted to impress Tanjiro. The boy hadn’t left your thoughts or more his eyes, these pretty red orbs, haunted you any waking hour.
This was not good.
You couldn’t start something with a human.
Casual flings were more your style, but this somehow, strangely felt more powerful.
You shook your head and took your basket of sunflowers.
Enough.
You just wanted to look pretty.
Nothing more.
And if Tanjiro blushed seeing you and got shy, you would eat it up but do nothing about it.
With that in mind, you made your way to Butterfly Mansion. You knocked and after a few seconds, Shinubo herself opened the door.
“Inari-Chan, good afternoon!”
“Good afternoon, Shinobu-Chan! May I enter?”
“Of course, of course, here for your blood supply.”
You nodded.
Shinobu smiled and lead you to her Examination Room/Office. There she gave you in another basket your blood bags, while you handed her one of your sunflowers.
This made your friend happy and she promised to find a vase as soon as possible.
You made a bit of small talk till Shinobu rightfully pointed out: “Ara, Ara, Inari-Chan, you look ready to go on a date who is the lucky man? Or woman?”
“I just felt like dressing up.”, you mumbled fighting your blush. “How are the Kamado Siblings?”
You didn’t like the knowing glint in the Insect Hashira’s eyes.
“Oh Tanjiro already started rehabilitation training and Nezuko sleeps most times of the day. Their friends Agatsuma Zenitsu and Hashibira Inosuke are healing as well and I’m sure Inosuke can join soon Tanjiro.”
“Oh, that’s good. Do you mind, if I look after Nezuko for a second and maybe greet the girls?”
Of course, this was okay and Shinobu lead you to Nezuko’s room before she return to her office with a cheeky wink in your direction. You stuck out your tongue at her.
Little brat!
You knocked at the door, calling out to Nezuko that you would be coming in. The room was dark, but you could see clearly.
Night Vision was only one of the perks of being practically half-fox.
Nezuko Box stand in the middle of the room, slowly it opened and the younger demon picked out her head, making a cute sound.
“Hello Nezuko-Chan.”, you cooed, stepping closer to her. “It’s me, Inari. I wanted to see how you were doing.”
She was now fully out of the box. Cute, she was as tall as a child and made grappy hands in your direction.
You had more of a lifetime experience with babies, toddlers, and children to know what she wanted.
So you picked her up and twirled her around.
Her pretty laugh could warm even the coldest heart, you were sure.
“All good with you baby girl?”
Nezuko made an agreeing sound, hugging your neck.
“The girls treat you nice?”
You stopped spinning and sat down with her on the bed. She nodded cutely.
“Ah, that’s good. Your brother is okay too?”
She made an adorable coo noise in agreement.
Aww, you could just eat her up. Precious baby girl.
You kissed her forehead, which made her giggle. Then you hugged her closer to yourself and swayed back and forth.
Nezuko cooed again, snuggling closer to you and seeming to enjoy greatly the affection you gave her.
You started to tell her random things, while she answered back in coo or giggles.
You don’t know how much time passed, just sitting with her, telling her nothing and all, but you found yourself laying with her on the bed, stroking her hair. Nezuko was nodding off and with a yawn, you decide to take a quick nap as well.
It was comforting to be in her presence.
The sun warmed your back as you climbed up the mountain. Under your snowboots, the snow made a satisfied crunching noise.
Your love told you, that he would come to visit you in the village, yet it burned terribly been away from him.
You couldn’t wait till you finally would be married.
You reached the small hut, his family called their home, greeting warmly your future in-laws, as his mother told you, he was off chopping firewood.
You thanked her, walking up to your beloved.
His pretty dark red hair shone in the sunlight.
Been cheeky, you put your hands on his eyes and asked who it was.
You heard him laugh, pretending to think, till he said your name.
For this, you gave him a kiss on the cheek.
He turned around and you were lost in his otherwordly red eyes.
He smiled that soft smile that only was reserved for you, hugging you to himself.
A happy sign left you.
You could stay forever like this…
“Inari-Sama?”
Someone called you.
Sleepy you opened your eyes, yawing loudly.
Huh, what a strange dream you had. You wonder what that meant.
“Inari-Sama, is anything all right with you?”
Finally, you were awake enough to understand what was going on.
You were in Nezuko’s room in the Butterfly Mansion. The younger demon gripping your kimono, still asleep beside you in the bed and Tanjiro was standing beside it.
…Tanjiro?!
You couldn’t help but blush, careful to not disturb Nezuko, you sat up to greet him.
“Oh hello Tanjiro-Kun, you are finished with your rehabilitation training that is good.”
“Yes, I wanted to see after Nezuko. I’m surprised but happy to see you Inari-Sama.”, he told you shyly. Gosh, he was adorable! “I couldn’t thank you for how you stood up for us before the other Hashira and that you protected Nezuko. Thank you.”
He bowed, and you wave it away, saying it was nothing and to please drop the Sama. You were fine with Inari.
The smile Tanjiro gave you should be illegal.
To not turn into a puddle of goo under his feet, you stroked Nezuko’s beautiful hair. The younger demon cooed in her sleep.
“It makes me happy, seeing Nezuko like this. She likes you very much Inari-San.”, told you Tanjiro, while he stroked his sister’s cheek.
“I like her very much too…it’s nice to have met another good demon like me. You can imagine my existence is really lonely.”, you admitted, fixing your bun.
So much to look ready for a date. Your hair was a catastrophe.
Tanjiro gave you such a heartful look, that you swore your heart stood still for a second. It was like he understood you.
“I’m sorry, Inari-San, but I’m also happy that you are here. I think it does Nezuko good having around another good demon.”
“Mmh, yeah.”
You looked at each other shyly with blushing cheeks.
Suddenly Nezuko sat up and would have hit your chin if you didn’t dodge.
“Oh, you are awake Nezuko!”, said Tanjiro happy.
His sister made now grappy hands at him and he took her in his arms.
Your heart was a pool of goo, seeing the two siblings interact with each other.
The older brother told his sister about his day, while she made cute noise in understanding.
You wished you had a camera to immortalize this sweet moment forever.
Sadly it was probably time to go for you. You still wanted to check on the girls.
So you stand up, fixing your kimono.
“I will leave you now.”, you told the Kamado siblings. Both looked devasted. “I still haven’t checked up on Kanao, Aoi, and the little girls. I didn’t mean to fall asleep with Nezuko.”
“Oh, if you must…It was nice seeing you Inari-San.”
Nezuko made something like a wail, reaching her hands out to you. You took her from Tanjiro’s arms, hugging her and kissing her chubby cheeks.
“Don’t worry, Kit, I will visit soon. Be a good sister for your brother.”
The younger demon cooed in agreement, as you put her down on the floor.
You took your basket and gave her a sunflower.
“This is for you.”
She made a happy sound, hugging the flower to herself.
“You are really kind, Inari-San.”
You gave Tanjiro a tiny smile, giving him also a sunflower. He blushed crimson red, staring at it in confusion and then at you.
“A sweet boy like you deserves a flower also.”
Where you flirting?
Probably.
Before you made more of a fool out of yourself you said your goodbye to the Kamado siblings and searched for Kanao, Aoi, and the girls.
Only Nezuko saw how her brother was red like a tomato, touching the sunflower like a precious thing, with a lovestruck smile on his face.
You were back home drinking a blood bag, while you read a book.
You should be sleeping, but the nap you took with Nezuko, had left you wide awake.
Not that you slept a lot.
You slept because you could, not because you needed it.
Your record was five hours per day.
Slurping the blood down, you wonder about the strange dream you had.
You never really dreamed.
And when you did it was a chaotic mess with no sense, yet this dream had been so clear, like a memory.
But you didn’t understand it for the life of you.
The boy you dreamed about, who had looked so much like Tanjiro, yet didn’t at the same time, was a mystery.
You never had seen him in your life.
Or at least you don’t remember it.
It was frustrating to have forgotten so much about your human life! Not for the first time you cursed out the Demon King.
One day, you would make him pay for all he did to you and your family.
Someday soon, hopefully.
You didn’t know if you could make it another century with Muzan still free to do as he pleased.
But maybe with Tanjiro and Nezuko on your side, it was finally time to end him.
Who knows?
You hoped with all your heart that this way you were going….you wouldn’t lose any more beloved people.
Yet you know deep down that it would be impossible. Some people would probably die if they faced Muzan.
You put your book on the night table and then began to pray.
“Goddess Inari, please help and guide us. Protect us in this war that will soon happen. Take my life for the life of my beloved people. Better me than them.”
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The Fox and the Sun Index
Demon and Demon Slayer in one? A paradox, but you were the living proof. For two good centuries, you served the Demon Slayer Corps as the Fox-Hashira, only in your mind your revenge against the Demon King, who had made you a demon. It took a kind boy with the sun in his soul to remind yourself of your humanity. Fox-Demon!ReaderXTanjiro Kamado
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
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.
For Me
Fem!ReaderxYandere!Tanjiro, Fem!ReaderxYandere!Zenitsu, Fem!ReaderxYandere!Inosuke (all in different parts)
TW:kidnapping, implied stalking, poisoning, obssessive behavior, I believe that's it!
If anything stated above makes you uncomfortable, please do not read/ interact!
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Yandere!Tanjiro:
You're so tired. You can hardly keep your eye open, much less speak properly. Words slurring together you're not even sure you're speaking English at this point. "Are you sure you're alright, y/n?" A soft voice brings you back from your scrambled thoughts. Oh no, you've ruined the night out.
You were supposed to go over the breathing techniques, not be half-asleep. "'m sorry, Tanji. I guess 'm just tired." You can only mumble at this point, your eyes half-closed, and you fail to see his slight smirk. "Why don't we just meet up another day? You seem to be very tired."
You only nod as he gently grabs your hand and leads you out of the small building. You only follow as he holds you close to him and starts walking. You only trust in him as he leads you down the dimly lit streets of the town. You can only trust.
However, you still fail to see the growing smirk Tanjiro has. He's been working hard, stealing vials from Miss. Shinobu, practicing on poor Inosuke. It's not his fault he eats a lot though! Besides, Zenitsu trusts Tanjiro, if he says it's probably a food coma, then it's a food coma.
You stumble but strong arms wrap around you quickly before you can fall. "Careful!" Worry laces his voice as he picks you up, "I'll just carry you the rest of the way." You try to get down, not wanting to be more of a burden than you already are, "T-Tanji....'m fine, I can walk." The redhead only shakes his head in response, "Nonsense. Don't worry, we're not too far anymore."
He's so warm. So comfortable. You give in without much of a fight after that. He smiles to himself as you snuggle into him, and he keeps walking. To his house.
He holds you tightly against him as he walks into the quiet house, kicking off his shoes that he'll put away properly later. He walks to the back of the house and slides a bookself over, holding you up with one strong arm. You take in the unfamiliar surroundings and frown to yourself, but you're out before you can even speak a single word.
It worked.
Tanjiro makes quick work of everything. From walking down the stairs to chaining you up on the bed in the make-shift room he's built underneath his house. Everything quick but precise.
I have you.
I have you.
I have you.
You wake up in your bed, in your room. Stairs? There aren't any stairs in your room, though. Perhaps you're sitll dreaming? No, you're very much awake, groggy, but awake. You try to get up but something heavy stops you. A weight, chained to your ankle, makes your heart beat wildly in your chest.
You can hardly lift your foot, the weight of it crushing your ankle enough to leave a bruise. You look around frantically, but everything looks the same as your room, except for the stairs of course. "Do you like it?"
Your head whips around at the sound of Tanjiro's voice. Smiling at you, he takes a few steps to your bed and sits down, "I made it just like your own room. Since you spend so much time in there." How? How would he know that?
"It was difficult at first of course, trying not to get caught by you or anyone else, but I managed!" He smiles proudly at you, but you're frozen in fear. He's been watching you. How long? Why?
Questions are racing through your mind but not a single one comes out. Tanjiro chuckles quietly, amused by your expression, "Don't worry honey, I was never in the house for too long. Just to see what I was missing." He's been in your house?
Warm calloused hands cup your face and wipe the tears you didn't even know were falling, "Aw honey, don't cry. I'll take care of you. I got you." He coos softly as he presses his lips to yours, soft, warm. Like his hands. "I have you now."
"All for me."
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.
Plum Lip-gloss
TanjiroxFem!Reader
Tw:ummmm, none really just a word vomit, fluff for the sunshine boi <3
"Tanji, we're gonna be late." You cut yourself off with giggles as the redhead wrapped his arms around your waist tighter and tilts his head up to you, "Just one more. I promise this will be the last one."
You both know it certainly won't be, but you give in nonetheless, leaning down and pecking Tanjiro's lips, smiling as he grins at you. Eye full of love and adoration, his thumbs absentmindedly rubbing small circles on your hips.
"One more." Tanjiro melts as he hears your giggling once more, his heart doing leaps as he tries going back for a small kiss only to frown slightly when you turn his head away. "Tanjiii, you said that the last kiss I gave you."
His lips jut out into a small pout, "But honey, I want another one." You thread your fingers through his dark locks gently and watch as he melts into your touch yet again. "We're gonna miss the event, Tanji." He only pouts more at you and you feel your resolve breaking as he tugs you closer to him and sits you in his lap. Pecking your lips again with a smile as you giggle quietly, "I love your gloss, tastes like plums."
You smile and rub his cheeks with the pads of your thumbs, "I wear it because you like it, plus look how shiny my lips get." You point to your lips and he hums in agreement, "They are shiny...and soft." He presses his lips to yours, a gentle kiss filled with nothing but the love he has for you.
Perhaps a day filled with kisses and giggles wouldn't be so bad after all.
Tanjiro's Secret
TanjiroxPregnant!Fem!Reader
Tw: reader is pregnant, small smut, infertility is mentioned, think that's it.
A/N: I've actually had this for a while, I just wasn't ready to post it yet. However, I haven't posted in a few days. So, this is for all my humble people. Enjoy! :)
Tanjiro’s confession made your heart stop, eyes wide, as you stare at him. His small, clearly nervous, smile left butterflies fluttering in your stomach. It always did, he knew the effect he had on you and he often used it to his advantage.
Whether it was to strike up a conversation or to get you in bed, he knew what worked and what didn’t. Especially when it came to you, he knew you better than he knew anyone else, Inosuke and Zenitsu included. No one could compare to his darling, his ‘cherry blossom’ as he called you.
You knew the countless night you had spent together, round after round of his cum being pumped into you, would soon lead to something bigger. And it did, the small bump of your stomach was proof enough. You had prepared an entire speech, barely getting sleep the previous night, and now you couldn’t even remember what day it was.
Monday perhaps? No, if it was Monday Tanjiro would have been heading home already, to his wi-
“Y/n? Are you alright?” Tanjiro’s soft, concerned voice brought you out of your thoughts, and you felt his warm hand rest upon your shoulder. The warm feeling spreading across both your face and chest was uninvited but not unwelcome, Tanjiro’s smile made your embarrassment ease a bit and you suddenly remembered what you had been speaking about previously.
Tanjiro had confessed to you, and as you placed a hand on your belly, which was only going to grow in the next nine months, you realized you didn’t have anything to lose. But an image of Tanjiro flashed across your mind, an image of him and his little wife Kanao, cursed with infertility but smiling at him nonetheless, made you pause and reconsider.
Maybe you should just tell him you were expecting, lock his confession away in the deepest part of your mind and continue on with your life. That’s why he brought you into his home in the first place, to get what he couldn’t get from his wife.
A family.
Tanjiro's Secret
Tw: reader is pregnant, believe that's it (?)
Tanjiro couldn’t focus, he was too distracted. He felt like a teenage boy again, with the way he was staring, practically drooling at a mere glimpse at you. The pregnancy glow most women talked about was, in fact, a thing. You were glowing, no, radiating.
And Tanjiro found himself struggling to keep his composure, often excusing himself from training and rushing towards a quiet room, the bathroom or a small closet, only to free his achingly hard cock and stroke himself, moaning and whimpering your name as quietly as he could as his cum spilled into his hand and onto the floor.
Today was no different, he had been training with Inosuke and Zenitsu when he had seen you. You were walking along a shaded area with Nezuko, talking and laughing, one hand on your large belly and the other holding Nezuko’s. Zenitsu was looking fondly at his wife when Inosuke tackled him to the ground, “Haha! The king beat you, again!”
Zenitsu could only groan in response as he tried wiggling free from the masked man, “G-get off me, pig! You’re too fat and I can’t breathe!” Inosuke paused and proceeded to put all his weight on the blonde man who squeaked from the sudden weight on his chest and stomach, “I’m not fat, I have muscle! Unlike you, Monitsu!” As the two men bickered back and forth Tanjiro could only stare at you in awe.
You truly were a beauty, your eyes shining brightly from the sun, your hair blowing with the breeze. Tanjiro was mesmerized by you and every little thing you did, he was obsessed by you and you alone. It wasn’t until he started feeling a tightness around his waist that he realized he needed to excuse himself.
Turning his head towards the two men he excused himself to the bathroom and rushed inside. He knew he must’ve looked a bit strange from the way he was walking, but the persistent throbbing of his half hard cock was making it difficult to care. Once he was safely inside the bathroom be leaned against the wall and sighed, what was he doing?
Here he was, a full grown man, in the bathroom about to jerk off because he saw you? How dirty, how filthy of him. It was wrong, he knew it was, but he couldn’t help it. Not when you looked that beautiful, not when he knew he was the reason your belly was growing.
He was the one who knocked you up, pumped you full of his cum almost every night. No it wasn’t his fault, it was yours. You were the one who made him like this, it was your fault he was acting like a horny teenage boy.
You had corrupted him, made him so damn needy for you, not even his wife, poor Kanao, could do it for him anymore.
It was you, and it always had been.
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.
Tanjiro's Secret
TW: I don't think there's any (?), could be wrong but mutual pining, if that counts.
A/N: The ending seems a bit too familiar....
You watch as Tanjiro come from inside the house, Kanao on his arm, blabbing on about something you both don’t seem to care about. Tanjiro listens nonetheless, smiling and nodding his head along with what she says.
Her damn coin would’ve been so helpful, maybe it would’ve landed on the wrong side and she wouldn’t have asked Tanjiro out for dinner. Maybe it would’ve landed on the wrong side and she wouldn’t have hinted at a proposal. Maybe she wouldn’t have-
“Y/n? You alright?” Nezuko gently squeezed your hand as she spoke, slight concern on her pretty face as she looked at you, “You’ve stopped walking.” She pointed out and you realized that you had, indeed, stopped walking, too lost in thought.
Nodding you gave her a small smile, “Mhm, I’m fine.” She smiled and started walking hand in hand with you again, talking about her trip to town with the blonde that was still pinned to the ground. Small giggles and footsteps could be heard. Zenitsu tilted his head slightly before he launched the boar man into a tree, surprising everyone, then turned his attention to the house where two children emerged and ran into his open arms.
One boy, black hair and soft golden-brown eyes, and one girl, bright yellow hair and pink-ish red eyes. A smiling Zenitsu picked up both his children proudly as he spun around, they squealed and giggled in his arms and Nezuko looked at them all fondly. Your eyes were glued to them as well, a hand rubbing small circles on your belly gently.
Dark red eyes were flickering back and forth to you and Zenitsu, unbeknownst to you. Not knowing where to look, the beautiful moment of a father and his children, or the radiant, gorgeous women carrying his child. He should be there with you, not with any other woman, not with her.
He’ll make you his, he’ll fight for you, he knows he will. What he doesn’t know is that you’ll let him. You’d let him take you away, follow him up the steepest mountain, the deepest river, a raging storm, just for him.
All for him.
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.
Dreaming of You
TanjiroxFem!Reader
Tw: angst, implications of death, spoilers for Mugen Train (?), think that's all
Shigeru.
Hanako.
They're right there. Standing in front of him.
Alive.
A choked sob comes from the redhead as he stumbles towards them, snow falling all around him. He launches himself towards them and holds them tightly against his chest, the snow soaking through their clothes.
Both children freeze in their brother's arms, not knowing what to do or what caused their brother to cry. "Nii-chan? What's wrong?" Hanako looks at her older brother with wide eyes, full of concern.
Full of life.
Once his tears are dry, Tanjiro pulls away to look at his sibling's faces. He cups each of their cheeks and looks at them, not believing that they're real. Looking into their eyes with his ruby red ones, rubbing their cheeks with his thumb.
They smile and gently hold his wrists with their small hands and Tanjiro feels his heart clench as they touch him, finally certain that they're real. Finally certain that they're right there with him, breathing in his arms.
Tugging on his sleeve, Shigeru speaks up, "Come on Nii-chan, let's go inside. It's cold out here."
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"Here you go, Tanjiro. I made your favorite tonight." Kie places a bowl in front of the redhead before she serves the rest of her children and sits down herself. There's an extra plate right next to Tanjiro but nobody sits there, and he becomes confused.
Then, he smells the scent he never though he'd get to smell again.
You.
"Mrs. Kamado, have you seen-oh!" Tanjiro is on you in an instant, holding you tightly against his broad chest, burying his face into the crook of your neck, breathing in the scent he thought he had lost.
Breathing in you.
Broken sobs fill your ears as Tanjiro trembles in your arms, confusion and worry filling you up as you hold him tightly against you. "Honey, what's wrong?" Shaking his head, Tanjiro pulls away to look at you, “Nothing, nothing’s wrong.”
He smiles at you, teary-eyed and his nose reddened from his cries, but you return the smile, your eyes shining brightly. And Tanjiro feels whole again, he feels again.
You all sit down and enjoy the meal Mrs. Kamado had prepared for everyone, Tanjiro holding onto your hand tightly as he basks in everyone's presence. They're here, he's here with them.
He's home.
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Taking the buckets from their place by the door Tanjiro smiles at you as you take Rokuta by the hand and let him lead you towards the fire. Patting the heads of his younger siblings he heads down to the stream for the bath water.
The crunch crunch of his footsteps in the snow, the cold breeze that blows through the long flyaway strands of his hair and haori. The snow covered trees, now bare from their once vibrantly colored leaves.
Tanjiro smells the stream before he hears or sees it and his pace quickens. Eager to be home, in the comforting presence of his siblings. Home, in the pleasant feeling of his mother wiping his cheek from any stain he may have. Home, in your embrace and affection.
He fills the buckets quickly but carefully, making sure there is enough water for everyone. Sighing contentedly he reaches down to pick them up but he’s startled by his reflection. That’s not him, is it? It couldn’t possibly be.
A hand from the water reaches up and grabs Tanjiro’s arm, pulling him down into the cold depths. Two hands grip his shoulders and Tanjiro finds himself staring at his own face, “Wake up!” His current self looks at him with wide eyes, full of panic.
“You need to wake up! There’s a demon nearby! This is all a dream! You’re on the train! You need to WAKE UP!” A dream? That’s impossible, he’s already awake. Isn’t he? “You have to fight! Wake up and fight with all you have! Fight for Inosuke, Zenitsu, and Nezuko! Fight for Rengoku-san! Fight!”
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.
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."
need ur attention asap —
SYP — w characters who i think are actually really clingy (secretly or not)
GEN. — fluff
WARN. — gn!reader, clingy characs, pda, sickening couple activities
REQ. — “do you do carlos madrigal x reader.. if yes, could I get one?? i can’t really find any recent ones now and I love your works! if not, that’s completely fine!!! xx”
NOTES. — im literally so bad at sticking to one character 😭 im glad u love my works, have a good day lovely <33
thinking about having a clingy bf who can’t get enough of ur love <3
ur clingy bf! who can’t stop clinging onto you like a koala.
ur clingy bf! who loves back hugging you and discovering different cuddle positions.
ur clingy bf! who shows up to your door at random times with a bouquet of your fav flowers.
ur clingy bf! who has a secret obsession with the sweet taste of your lips.
ur clingy bf! who encourages you to play the chapstick game, a new excuse to kiss you over and over. (he doesn’t even make an effort to guess the flavour..)
ur clingy bf! who pulls you away at any social event to kiss you breathless.
ur clingy bf! who stares at you with a subtle pout as his friends drag him away to do god knows what.
ur clingy bf! who basically uses his status to go see you instead of doing what he should be.
ur clingy bf! who refuses to remove his arms around you in the morning, leading you to quite literally limp around with him attached to your hip.
ur clingy bf! who tries to act stoic in public but his facade crumbles in 5 minutes and his hands are back on your waist.
ur clingy bf! who has a habit of rubbing your noses together.
ur clingy bf! who carries you all different styles and doesn’t care about your protests.
ur clingy bf! who always cradles your face so gently whenever you’re ranting and just stares at you with heart eyes and a big, silly smile on his lips.
ur clingy bf! who pulls you back to his chest when you get even a centimetre farther from him.
ur clingy bf! who gives you another bottle of his perfume to spray on your clothes so you smell like him when you go out.
ur clingy bf! who’s always there for receiving and giving affection, especially on hard days.
ur clingy bf! who’d rather die than leave the comfort of your arms wrapped around him, his safe place.
ur clingy bf! who loves you so much that he has to remind you how amazing you are literally every 10 minutes.
ur clingy bf! who send you those care-packages every month filled with all of your favourite things, skincare, games, books etc.
ur clingy bf! who always matches with you in real life and in every game you two own. (no such thing as u playing a game that he doesnt play)
ur clingy bf! who’s always loud asf whenever he sees you. (mf sprints to u to give u a hug)
ur clingy bf! who calls you every single term of endearment, even the weirdest ones.
ur clingy bf! who definitely unironically calls you his pookie wookie farting glitter boo boo bear. (he says it so seriously too..)
ur clingy bf! who wont let you pay for anything and spoils you with everything he can get his hands on.
ur clingy bf! who would and will give the world to you.
thinking about having a clingy bf who can’t get enough of u <3
bonus!! —
the sound of the iphone alarm rings throughout the bedroom. a mix of deep, raspy groans and soft whining fill the room, replacing said irritating noise.
you reach to tap the ‘snooze’ button but a hand grabs your arm. he stretches a hand out to hit it instead but missed 5 times before effectively shutting it off. he groans, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face into your chest.
“babe, get up. you’re too fat, you’re suffocating me.”
“‘s too early to get up, stop squirming,” he reaches a hand up to your face, trying to cover your mouth before you slap it away.
you wriggle in his grasp before stopping, surrendering to his warmth.
“morning, my sweet waffle with honey, maple syrup and berries on top.”
there was a good few seconds of silence to make you realise he’s not joking and genuinely calls you that.
upon imaging the image of waffles in your mind, the idea obviously makes your stomach grumble. you wanted to get up and make some but forgot about the tired guy on your chest.
with a loud groan, you drag him with you out of bed. you can definitely hear his quiet giggles as he brings the blanket with him, perched on his shoulders while you drag him around.
bonus #2!! —
“i got it, i got it!”
“baby, let me pay for it!” you strain out, struggling against his tight embrace. you can feel the vibrations of his chest behind you as he captures your arms in one hand and tries to put the money in the machine with the other.
you squeal when you free your hands from his vice grip and he tickles you to prevent sticking your money in.
“babe, babe stop! i wanna pay, its my turn.”
“i got it, don’t worry. im not gonna let you pay, ill cover it,” he laughs, taking the cash from your hands and slipping it back into your wallet.
at this point, you’re thrashing around in his grasp, not harsh enough to hurt him though. he has his arms hooked under your shoulders to prevent you from moving forward.
“please, let me pay! i got it, its fine!” he protests through his own laughter.
you throw your head back on his shoulder, giggling while trying to free yourself from his grip. he leans downwards and presses several kisses to your face, successfully stopping your movements.
he paid for you again. hey, at least you tried, right?
— (bllk) NAGI, sae, REO (genshin) KAEYA, CHILDE (star rail) gepard, JING YUAN, SAMPO (haikyuu) SUNA, tsuki, KENMA, KUROO (KNY) TANJIRO, AKAZA (ENCANTO) carlos, CAMILO (ATSV) miguel, MILES, PAVITR () YOUR FAVES
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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!
NONE OF THE PICTURES OR SONGS BEING USED / MENTIONED ARE MINE, ONCE AGAIN THEY ARE NOT MINE. ALL CREDITS GO TO ORIGINAL POSTERS / CREATORS!!!