Hello there! It’s been a while since I slipped into your ask box. But I just wanted to know if you’re doing alright and if you’re feeling better?
Sending you happy thoughts and Tanjiro blushy faces!
CHERRY!!! hi!!!
im much better!! don’t have covid anymore, and healed up for the most part. my body doesn’t tend to handle illness well and side effects linger for a while, but nothing serious. i’ve still been reading your fics and poppin’ in to check your page every so often !!
trying out writing on tumblr was definitely worth a shot but i’m unsure if it’s for me. just no motivation or anything, yknow? my drafts have been collecting dust. i love writing but i just cant finish anything. kinda a bummer :( i think roleplaying is my calling. so much better when i don’t make up everything myself
not to worry though,, i’ll always be a loyal lover of your fics :DD
i have no motivation to finish any of my current longer drafts,, so take some word vomit tanjiro thirst for now :)) dw, i’ll get to requests when i feel up to it!! y’all deserve the upmost quality so i don’t want to force it ! NSFW below!
tanjiro with pussy slapping. he’s so sweet to you, yet condescending in such a gentle way when you’ve been bad — and you know it. teasing him to push him to the edge, batting your eyelashes up at him so innocently, but he sees the way your pupils are blown wide with lust and how your eyes narrow oh-so-subtly to give away your intentions. he rubs gentle, repetitive and slow circles on your swollen neglected clit before he sends a sudden brash slap! to your most sensitive part, causing you to jolt. he gives the most tender smile the entire time, kissing the very corners of your trembling lips but refusing to fully kiss you. “you’ll be good for me, hmm? my perfect little angel.” <33
Hi there! I was wondering if my ask box was working for you or not. If it isn’t, I could try closing it and then opening it up again. Maybe that would help?
i think it’s just that my ask is somehow too long? i mean, it’s not that long, but if my asks are a sentence or two it’s ok though if they’re a paragraph they won’t go through :( nothin seems to be fixing it
I hope you’re resting and getting stronger! Sending Tanjiro hand kisses your way! 💕💕💕
So I just had a funny dream and I would like to share it before I forget.
I was helping the Kamaboko squad train and the goal was very similar to the show: tag the other person.
So I was running around, running around, but I was panicking so much because there was an oddly specific rule.
Unlike in the show, it did matter where the person tagged you. It had to be a smack on the butt.
Inosuke wasn’t there but Zenitsu was literally right behind me the whole time and it was terrifying! Tanjiro was yelling at him, but I can’t remember what it was about. He was right behind me too, but it was more to catch up with Zenitsu.
So now, I ask: what if this happened with Tanjiro’s crush?
everyday i’m getting stronger and recovering !! i’ve been resting like crazy like i said yesterday — it’s nearly noon, i just woke up, my mom was trying to check on me by calling and texting but i was in such a deep sleep that i missed them and she had to leave work to come over and check on me.. oops !!
that’s such a funny dream though omg?? i get so excited when i wake up after having a dream with the kamaboko squad in it (especially tanjiro of course)
if it were tanjiro’s crush zenitsu is hauling ass to catch, tanjiro would definitely catch up and smack him across the head in an instant.. but he’d probably never complete his training because he’s too much of a gentleman!! he’d probably request if he can opt for headpats to win instead
Hello! Hope you’re feeling alright! Wishing you Tanjiro cuddles during the night and waking up to holding hands with him in the morning. 💗
I offer another from my collection. A headpat.
still feeling pretty yucky but i’m getting by! my throat is absolutely killing me, i’ve been surviving on soup and apple sauce for days and i’ve been asleep more than i’ve been awake (not that i can complain though, i fuckin love sleeping)
thank you for the tanji !! he is so cute and he’s been my light in the dark while i’m quarantined <3 i’m a happy catgirl when i see his cute lil kissable face !!
If you’re not taking requests feel free to ignore, but I have this overall fluff request idea of Tanjiro meeting his girlfriend’s family who’s not necessarily thrilled that they’re both Slayers but Tanjiro charms them and basically unofficially proposes ?
tanjiro meeting his s/o’s family!
pairing ; tanjiro x reader
warnings / contents ; gender neutral reader, tanjiro being a sweetheart as always, no angst or anything just cuteness
notes ; this is such a cute idea !! as long as my ask box is available for you to send things in, my requests are open! it actually helps me a lot with motivation :) plus i’m sick in bed with covid, so this should give me something to do.. but because of being so sick, my answers to asks are likely to be quite short and not proofread, i apologize !!
tanjiro was nervous, he had to admit.
he didn’t show it, brightly smiling as you both approach your old family home hand-in-hand, repeatedly telling you how excited he was. but you knew better. you always did, he knew, and so when you chuckled softly and told him, “it’s alright to be nervous, you know?” his face bursted into a vibrant shade of red.
he hadn’t been as nervous before. he would always get those butterflies in his belly at the thought, but never to such an extent if you hadn’t told him that your mother and father weren’t exactly very happy that their child had become a demon slayer.. and was dating one, too. but he loves family, everyone knew that, and well.. if he wants to marry you someday (which he absolutely does), your family would become his, too.
he squeezes your hand gently as you knock on the front door before entering, calling out “we’re here!” as you lead tanjiro inside, the both of you kicking off your shoes. tanjiro’s nose quickly picks up the delicious scent of the dinner your parents must be cooking, adding to the homey, comfy feel of the house. it’s so bittersweet how it reminds him of his own family.
“perfect timing,” your mother calls over her shoulder as you and tanjiro arrive in the kitchen, “we just finished preparing dinner.”
and so you all settle at the table, chatting amongst each other, having your parents get to know tanjiro and vice versa. at first, their distaste towards you and your boyfriend’s rank in society was obvious on their faces and in their calculating gazes, but with each minute you can see it melting away. you can see tanjiro’s discomfort fading away, too; he’s much more relaxed now, smiling as he thanks your mother and father for the wonderful meal. he’s truly too perfect for them to dislike. how could anyone not like your sweet tanjiro?
“so,” your mother begins as she lightly taps the corner of her mouth with a napkin, “how long have you two been together now?”
tanjiro’s smile widens and he answers without a hint of hesitation, “three years, ma’am!”
your mom sighs softly and shakes her head, a faint grin present on her features. she had told tanjiro many times now that he didn’t need to call her by such a formal name, but it seemed he wasn’t letting up just yet. “three years and you haven’t proposed yet?”
you nearly choke on your bite of food, covering your mouth with a hand and waving the other with a muttered apology. tanjiro’s face quickly begins to heat up, his genuine smile turning a bit nervous, but he rests his warm hand on your thigh under the table to be sure you’re alright. “w—well, it’s just difficult when kept busy with missions and slaying demons—“
“so you have thought about it, then?” your mother presses further, ignoring the scolding “mom!” you send her from across the table. “absolutely!” your heart flutters at the redhead’s immediate response. “i truly do love them, mrs [surname]. it would be an honor to marry and spend the rest of my life with them.”
you quickly reach for your cup, taking a sip to distract from the way emotional tears threaten to well up in your eyes. peering over the rim, both mom and dad seem quite satisfied with his answer.
“well, tomorrow is never guaranteed when you’re slayers, you know,” mom pipes up again, and both you and tanjiro gaze at her expectantly before she continues. “i suggest when you’re back, you start looking for a ring.”
tanjiro reaches for your hand beneath the table, intertwines his fingers with yours in a tender, affectionate motion, and gives a nod in response. “understood!”
tanjiro with a catgirl!reader who nests when she goes into heat? just completely messes up their bed to make a comfy spot and curls up with his clothes for his scent when he’s gone.. and he comes home from work to see his lil kitten all hot and needy while waiting for him :(( it’s kitten season and this catgirl wants to have his 😳
Of course Tanjiro knew that something was up with his cute little catgirl. She had been acting much clingier with him, meowing exceptionally loudly whenever he would go to another room, purring so loudly that she seemed more like a human-sized massage chair than anything else.
Clinging onto his leg or his hand when it was time for him to go shopping, or work, or just to take out the trash.
Snuggling into the crook of his neck, inhaling that intoxicating scent of his.
But it just smells so much more intense. Makes you squirm in his lap. You can tell just by his scent alone, he’d give you the best litter.
“What’s wrong, girl?” he asks worriedly, scratching behind one of your fluffy ears in the way he knows you love.
“Wanna play?” he offers, bringing out one of your favorite toys. You shake your head and rub your body against him, meowing softly.
His alarm goes off and makes you jump. Scrambling around to hide your face in Tanjiro’s chest.
“Oh! Sorry, Y/n. It’s okay,” he coos, “It’s just the alarm, pretty.” He swipes away at the notification on his phone and the noise stops.
Not the alarm. The alarm only meant one thing.
“It’s time for me to go, Y/n,” he reminds you gently, slowly lifting you off of himself.
You try to hold onto him, meowing your whines. He pats your head.
“Stay,” you beg.
“I won’t be gone long,” he tries to comfort you, “Just a few hours and I’ll be right back. So be a good girl for me, okay?” You nod slowly but you can’t hide the frown.
Leaving for work, giving you a loving kiss to the top of your head, Tanjiro locks the door and heads out. You already miss him. Staring out the window blankly once you can no longer make out Tanjiro’s silhouette, your tail swishing around lazily, trying to think of what to do.
The couch no longer has Tanjiro’s warmth. Your ears droop sadly. How much time has passed? Staring at the clock. Two minutes. Sigh.
You shift uncomfortably. Cuddling all morning has left some of Tanjiro’s soothing scent still on you. It makes your body warm up, your heart pound, your nipples harden, your pussy ache.
You want more. More of that gentle smell. Of Tanjiro’s smell. Rushing to his room, jumping onto his bed, trying not to mess it up too badly.
The bed is cold. So you dash over to the closet, looking for what you love most of all.
His hoodie. His favorite hoodie. It’s so soft and Tanjiro wears it practically every night after he takes a shower.
But it’s the memory associated behind it that makes it so special. It was the hoodie he wore when he adopted you. When he found you on the street, cold, confused, hungry, and alone. Welcoming you not just into his home, but into his heart as well.
You take it off the hanger carefully, suddenly noticing other articles of clothing. The t-shirt he wore when he rescued you from a terrifying boar the one time you snuck your way outside. Who even keeps a boar as a pet? The sweats he had on when he carefully carried away that really flirty tabby cat who refused to get away from the window, begging you to let him inside.
Piling everything comfortably into a nest. Snuggling under the clothes, purring so loudly. But your peace was short-lived. Being surrounded by Tanjiro’s smell brought about a new need.
You rub your thighs together, that familiar sticky mess in your panties finally making you realize just what week it is. You’re in heat.
You huff in annoyance. This isn’t the first time you’ve gone in heat, of course, but it did make you upset that Tanjiro wasn’t here to help.
He’d set a nice warm bath, rub your tummy, play some really gentle music in the background, and just hold you close to himself.
He’d make a wonderful father.
This heat was cruel. And the love you had for sweet Tanjiro made it all the more unbearable. Panting in desperation, fumbling hands undoing the bottom half of your clothes before tossing them out of the nest.
Touching yourself, dreaming it’s actually Tanjiro’s thick, calloused fingers pleasuring you, petting your head, cooing sweet words in your ear, telling you how he’s going to fill you up to the brim with his seed.
You don’t know how long you spent drilling your fingers inside of yourself. But not once were you able to orgasm. Your wrist ached, your fingers were pruning, but you didn’t feel any satisfaction.
Loud meows and broken whimpers echoed around the walls. Cries of Tanjiro’s name, high-pitched squeaks, and endless pounds of your free fist slamming into the covers in frustration.
Never hearing when Tanjiro had unlocked the door. Never hearing him rush to the room upon hearing your shaky voice. Only realizing he was there when he disturbed the nest by pulling away one of the hoodies you had taken.
The sudden light made you upset. Had you fidgeted too much and broken the nest? But seeing his shocked expression made you immediately pull out your fingers from your cunt. But it was too late.
Even though you sat up, the top half of your clothes and the nest hiding your exposed bottom half of your body, Tanjiro knew what you had been up to. The overwhelming scent of your arousal. The desperation in the air.
“Kitty,” he coos, and he gulps when he sees your eyes dilate. Whether it was because of your previous owners, or simply because of your personality, you were never much of a talker. Always a bit too prideful to say with words what you needed, rubbing against him until he figured it out.
Kneeling on the bed, slowly reaching a hand over to you. Rubbing your head gently, the smell of embarrassment filling his nostrils.
“Kitty,” he repeats, “Come here.” Voice deep but so soft. You dart out of the nest and bury your face into his chest. The clothes just don’t compare to the real, breathing Tanjiro.
“I’m sorry for taking so long,” he apologizes, stroking your hair slowly, “How about we get you cleaned up and I give you a nice massage, hm? That’ll make you feel better, won’t it?” Trying to distract himself from the twitching bulge growing in his pants. For just as Tanjiro’s smell had an effect on you, so too did yours affect him.
But you shake your head, and Tanjiro’s eyes widen. Normally, you’d be excited for that, stripping away and heading straight for the tub. But you nuzzled even closer to him, pawing shyly at his belt.
Tanjiro gulped. He had to be sure. He can’t just assume things.
“Y/n?” he called, noticing your ears twitch, “You’ve gotta tell me what you want, okay? What will make you feel better?” Rubbing small circles on your back, trying to focus on your eyes and not the slick that coats your fingers.
It’s so embarrassing. Having to use your words. You tug on his belt.
“Words, honey,” he coos, “Use your words.” His heart is racing.
“You,” you whisper, face hot and red, ears lowering down in shame.
“What do you want me to do?” he asks.
You’re near tears. You unclasp his belt and undo the button and zipper. You lie down on the bed, gripping his tie as you bring him on top of you.
“Pretty,” he warns, his own face that’s inches away from yours blushing as he pants, “Use your words for me.”
For him.
“Breed me,” you mutter, turning your eyes away.
He’s silent. Your heart drops. Did you just ruin your relationship with him?
The sound of his belt clanging onto the floor jerks you out of your thoughts. Tugging at his tie until it’s loose before throwing it along with his shirt. You’re now caged underneath his naked form. You begin to lift the bottom of your top, but Tanjiro places his warm palms atop your hands.
“Please. Let me,” he offers, sliding the last of your clothing over your head in a motion that’s so slow and intimate that your heart skips a beat.
His eyes wander all along your body as yours do the same for his. Looking at every curve, every muscle, every birth mark, every scar, every line and wrinkle.
Tilting you by the chin with his finger, he lowers himself down to kiss you. So gentle and delicate like he’s touching a flower.
Pressing his body even closer to yours to grind his hard cock through your wet folds. Moaning when the swollen tip of his cock meets your sensitive bud.
So now you find yourselves here. Drooling and panting, legs pressed against both yours and Tanjiro’s chests. Balls slapping hard against your ass, moaning loudly into every open-mouthed kiss you and Tanjiro share.
Tanjiro’s grunting becoming even louder, his grip on your ankles becoming tighter, a sign he was ready to give to your hungry pussy once more.
Your legs quiver and shake, walls contracting around his dick so wonderfully that he can’t last much longer.
“Come on, pretty,” he pants, knowing you’re just there, “You can do it.” Creaming again on his fat cock for the third time in a row, you mewl and cry out his name.
“Please, Tanjiro!” you beg, “Please cum inside again!”
And of course he does. Slamming his dick right up to your cervix, filling you again with those hot ropes of cum. His body tensing as he coos at you for taking him so well.
“Good kitty,” he praises, letting your legs down, rubbing your tummy as you continue to shiver, the heat finally subsiding.
He’s just about to pull out, but you hold him by the shoulders, your legs wrapped weakly around his waist.
“W-wait,” you breathe, “Don’t leave yet.” You’re more than sure that his seed will take, especially ever since the first load he gave you. But you don’t want his warmth to leave your womb just yet.
He smiles softly at you, pressing a kiss to your forehead before saying, “Okay. I’ll stay. I’m right here.”
Imagine walking in on Tanjiro masturbating and he’s all embarrassed and flustered because he didn’t expect you to hear him cry out your name as he was fisting his dick!
Just:
“Y-y/n!”
“Did you call-whoa!”
👌😳
Or if you’d prefer to turn the tables, Tanjiro walking in on Y/n… 😏
walking in on tanjiro masturbating
pairing ; tanjiro x reader
warnings / contents ; female!reader, caught masturbating (m), oral (f and m receiving), face sitting, praise
notes ; THIS IS SO HOT YEEAASS awkward? absolutely. but hot? yes. fuck yes. might do one where tanjiro walks in on reader separately !!
getting released from work early is the best feeling.
unexpected, and uncommon, but being told by your boss that you can pack up and leave for the day is amazing. getting to go home and having that extra time to relax and enjoy the rest of your day with your one and only tanji..
“tanjiro~!” you sing-song as you set your keys on the table, noticing the lack of him cleaning the house or relaxing in the living room as he normally would be when you arrived home. strange. his car was in the driveway, he has to be here somewhere..
“[n-name]!”
a shaky, uneven cry sounds from the bedroom, and quickly you’re padding down the hallway and opening the door in a concerned rush. “jiro? are you—“
tanjiro immediately freezes, as do you, both of your eyes blown wide. tanjiro’s settled on your bed, blankets bunched below his hips, fist wrapped around his cock. his hair is tousled, eyes glossed over and cheeks a pretty shade of red which is quickly darkening and spreading to his ears and neck.
and so here you are now, settled between his legs and sucking him off with vigor. poor sweet boy must’ve been so pent up considering he couldn’t even wait till you got home n’ had to fuck his own hand — you can tell by the way he’s trembling, fingers holding your hair from your face and gently gripping. although he’s overwhelmed with pleasure, he tries his absolute hardest not to hurt you. sounds of ecstasy fall from his parted lips, head falling back against the pillows and adams apple bobbing as he swallows thickly.
“oh, shit.. you’re doing s—so good— fuck, [name], im close—!”
he’s then roughly bucking his hips, pushing his fat cock further down your throat as he cums, shooting his load into your awaiting mouth. your eyes water and squeeze shut, struggling to take all of him, but you manage. he deserves it for being such a good boy, after all. <3
he insists he return the favor, beckoning you to crawl over him. you oblige with curiosity, and he smiles sweetly at you, strong calloused hands gripping your hips and bringing them higher, higher, until you’re hovering over his face. “tanjiro!” you exclaim, face exploding with a blush, “you don’t need to do that—“
but he won’t have any of it. he pulls you down to his face with ease, tongue making quick work to lap up the arousal nearly dripping from between your puffy folds, almost purring at just how good you taste. you give in, hips rolling with his movements, hips jerking as his nose bumps repeatedly against your clit with each swipe of his tongue, but his hands easily hold you in place. your hands grip his hair, and it isn’t long before he’s painfully hard again from the little tugs at his dark locks and the sweet sounds that spill from your swollen lips. your eyes meet his wine red hues, and his eyes flutter and roll back just from watching you fall apart above him and cry out his name as you cum on his tongue. he can hardly breathe, holding you still as he licks up your nectar, and you don’t get a chance to recover before your world spins and suddenly you’re on your back with tanjiro looming above you.
he’s a mess — a beautiful mess, chest heaving and eyes lidded as he gazes at you in a beautiful hybrid of lust and pure adoration. “i need you,” he admits, his tan face flushed a dark crimson red. “please?”
you snake your arms around his neck, and he nearly melts into a puddle at your next words.
warnings ; smut, mention of cervix fucking, semi-public sex, female!reader (no pronouns or gendered terms used)
notes ; horny for tanji hours <3
“fuck.”
tanjiro grunts as his hips snap into yours from behind again and again, a thin sheen of sweat coating both of your foreheads and the little bit of his scarred chest left exposed where his uniform had been unbuttoned moments prior. his hands cup both of your soft, sensitive breasts, keeping them protected from the rough and cold of the alleyway’s stone wall as he presses you further against the surface, desperate for more of you.. all of you. locks of burgundy hair fall into his face, eyes squeezing shut, his cock sent right into your cervix with each thrust.
from outside the alley, zenitsu and inosuke continue on the streets of the city for the mission. you bite harshly on your bottom lip, muffling the repeated whimpers and cries of tanjiro’s name as his heavy balls clap against the smooth skin of your ass. “gods,” he pants, using one arm to cover your chest as his other reaches down, finger rubbing quick circles on your swollen clit, causing your hips to jerk and legs to buckle in response. “i— i’m gonna cum, love. do you want me to—?”
you’re quick to shake your head, pressing your ass further back against his pelvis like a bitch in heat and meeting his quick, sloppy thrusts. “cum insi—ide, please, fill me up.. fuck, tanji—!”
your words push him over the edge, the slayer letting out a deep, guttural groan from the depths of his broad chest as he shoots warm, sticky ropes inside of you. his hips stutter as your walls flutter and squeeze around him, creaming on his cock and coating his length in a white layer of your mixed arousal as he gives a few more thrusts.
needless to say, you return to your mission on unsteady legs and full of tanji’s cum.
notes; self indulgent fic because i am really not feeling well and need this :’) i hope it can help some of you too! not proofread or anything, just writin’
you’re crumbling, slowly losing your resolve with each passing day, each hour, each minute, each second. you’re an incredibly strong individual, and whether or not that includes physical strength, it surely involves mental strength. you take weight on your shoulders until it’s close to crushing you, yet somehow you always manage. somehow, you hide that pain that claws at your heart and tightens your chest so painfully behind a smile that’s so easy to fall for it’s tricks.
but not tanjiro.
he can smell it. the thick scent that rolls off of you in waves, stronger than he’s ever sensed from you before. it’s just so strange, because you don’t look or act any different, and part of him wants to believe his keen nose has somehow messed up and you’re really fine, but he knows better.
it’s strongest when the moon has risen high into the sky and everyone is in their respective rooms. he can smell it in his own room, drifting to him from the hallway like you’re inadvertently crying out to him for help. he’s been constantly worrying about you, asking if you’re okay since the dark scent began to reveal itself — but you’d always say you were fine. you’re not fine. he can’t ignore it any longer.
his feet patter softly against the ground as he pads out from his room, steps light to cause as little noise as he possibly can while he travels down the corridor in the direction of your room. once he’s close, the scent is so overwhelming that it makes his eyes water, makes his heart drop. it’s then, standing outside your door that he can hear muffled sobs and desperate sniffles, and he panics.
“[name]?” he calls, and immediately, you fall silent. he waits a moment, and another, and another, but you don’t reply.
“i’m coming in.”
sliding open the door, the sight of you crying into your sleeves nearly causes him to break, too. he’s on his knees beside you in an instant, hand gently coming to touch your shoulder, to let you know that he’s there. you wince, turn your head away, but he still stares at you with that soft, loving gaze, even when you can’t see it. his hand slides further up your shoulder, testing the waters, and he feels the slightest lean into his touch. permission to touch you more.
he’s scooping you into his arms the moment he catches that little sign, pulling you close and allowing you to bury yourself into the fabric of his clothing, tears soaking in and staining the material. you only cry harder as he rubs your back, gently strokes your hair, and you try your hardest to keep the sounds of your cries down, no matter how badly you want to scream.
“shhh, it’s okay, i’m here..” he murmurs, cradling your head against his shoulder, rocking gently back n’ forth as he would to his siblings when he was younger. it takes a while, but slowly, your tears begin to slow, tense muscles relaxing and he hears you exhale in a quiet, tired breath.
slowly, he lowers you to your futon, deciding that you need your rest and that he will ask you about your problems tomorrow. thankfully, the scent has begun to fade, replaced by one of pure exhaustion. he goes to sit up, unravel his arms from around your fragile body, but you gently grab onto his sleeve, silently pleading him not to go. and so he obliges, sliding under the covers with you and tucking you in, allowing you to bury your face back into his warm chest as he holds you close, protecting you from the thoughts that haunt you. your limbs entangle as he continues to whisper soothingly to you, and your eyes flutter shut as you slip away to the softness of his voice. “i’ve got you, i promise.”
I found the picture I was thinking about in that one post where you mentioned Tanjiro’s scars…
:,)
YEEEEESSSSS
the way i saw the picture and out loud went MEOWW!!!!
i found this pic of him after you said to look on pinterest and i nearly ascended to the heavens. he’s so fucking fine but cute he’s like a ripped teddy bear
oh my god y’all i just. i just saw a post about a headcanon that tanjiro has freckles. bye. i fucking love that so much and it’s now canon in my mind i am literally a puddle on the floor. i would kiss each and every one of his freckles
ALSO tanjiro’s chest scars??? can we talk about this for a sec i’m OBSESSED with his scars
i’m trying to find a pic but googling “tanjiro shirtless” and “tanjiro chest scars” is not doing me any good unfortunately
does anyone else frequently check the tanjiro x reader tag for new content because you’ve already read everything you can find several times or am i just unhealthily obsessed with this ray of sunshine </3
