Kamado Tanjiro x DemonSlayer!F!Reader x (Past) Rengoku Kyojuro
Reminder: This Demon Slayer fic is rated Explicit (adults only) for canon-typical violence and, disturbing and explicit sexual content
After a prolonged coma, Tanjiro wakes up, finding you by his side. Will you be able to start anew?
Author Note: A sweet chapter for a change lmao (I think so?). But still very NSFW.
TAGS applying to this chapter: Healing, still some slight depression and delusions, Healthy/Healthier relationship, Oral sex, Vaginal sex, soft dom Tanjiro, Top Tanjiro, Bottom reader. Slight manga spoilers about the Demon Slayer Mark!
Tanjiro blacked out once more closely after the end of the Red Light District's battle and remained in coma for the subsequent two months. You anxiously stood by his bedside every day, leaving only when a mission required your presence. His friends also visited him, concerned about his slow recovery.
Despite the complex history between you, Tanjiro had valiantly shielded you during the confrontation with Upper Moon 6. You felt responsible of his current condition, haunted by agonizing guilt when reflecting on your tumultuous relationship. Since Kyojuro's death, you acknowledged lacking self-control and realized the extent to which you had leaned on the kindness, compassion, and devotion of his tsuguko. Contemplating your abusive behavior filled you with deep shame.
During Tanjiro's recovery, you finally embraced the therapy recommended by Shinobu. It comprised a combination of medication, psychological counseling, and soon included meditation sessions and mantras under Gyomei's guidance. Although the weight of your fiancé's demise and your ex-lover's coma still pressed heavily on you, these treatments significantly improved your emotional stability.
Eventually, Kanao witnessed Tanjiro's awakening while you were at the temple with Gyomei and Genya. When you returned, you found him once again unconscious among his friends, a soft smile on his lips.
The second time he stirred, you were the sole presence in the room, as the others had left to rest.
"Hey...," he murmured weakly, lightly touching your arm as you dozed on your chair nearby.
"Tanjiro!" you exclaimed, startled. You immediately clasped his uninjured hand, tears of relief shimmering in your eyes.
"It's so good to see you awake again... Are you hungry? There are some leftovers I can get for you."
He nodded feebly, and you sprang into action. Returning with rice porridge and miso soup, you assisted him with his meal. The situation brought back memories of the times following the Flame Hashira's death, when your friend had similarly encouraged you to eat, staying by your side whenever possible. Now, it was your turn to reciprocate and care for him.
In the ensuing days, you dedicated yourself tirelessly to Tanjiro in-between your therapy sessions and a few brief missions. The Sun Breathing user made a surprisingly swift recovery, initiating his rehabilitation training within a week of waking up. Despite his impressive spirit and health recovery, an akward atmosphere persisted between you two, as if neither of you knew how to act around the other.
You desired a fresh start with him, yet you hesitated to voice this sentiment. He had already endured so much for you, and you psyche wasn't fully healed either. As a proof, there were moments when you came perilously close to calling him by your dead fiancé's name, barely managing to stop yourself. More often than you wished, the overlapping images of the two men often left you in a state of confusion for hours.
In the end, it was Tanjiro who initiated a private conversation with you, extending an invitation to his room within the Butterfly Estate. Accepting with a heavy heart, you found your former suitor sitting on his bed, engrossed in the Rengokus kata manuals. Your vision blurred slightly at the sight, reminiscent of Kyojiro, who used to study the same books to hone his skills. Shaking off the memories, you took a deep breath and approached your host. Tanjiro, setting aside his reading, greeted you with a warm smile.
"Thank you for coming! Feel free to sit here if you'd like," he offered, patting the empty spot next to him.
You complied, your eyes fixed on your nervously twisting fingers. Tanjiro could scent the depth of your anxiety. He reassured you with a calming touch, placing a hand on yours.
"I'm not sure what's causing you so much concern, but I just wanted to congratulate you," he explained kindly. "I noticed that you're doing much better. Kocho-san informed me about your therapy with her and Himejima-san. I'm happy for you."
"Oh... it's the least I could do... and I don't really feel like I'm progressing. It's reassuring to know that you think it's working," you admitted.
"Of course! I watched you train yesterday, and you looked radiant. Here, it's not much, but Nezuko and I prepared this to congratulate you."
He handed you a bowl of small caramels. You hadn't noticed them earlier; your attention had been completely focused on him.
Accepting the sweets onto your lap, you expressed gratitude with a somber expression. There was so much you wanted to convey to him (I'm sorry), so many questions (Can we start anew?), and you felt heavily indebted to him (Thank you for everything)... you didn't know where to begin. You expected him to resent you, but he continued to act like a caring friend, and that realization only added fire to the infernal conflict within you.
Your scent now exuded profound sadness, so potent that it caught him by the throat. He was about to inquire what was wrong, or if the caramels had triggered a painful memory, when you interrupted him by speaking again.
"I can’t apologize enough for everything I've put you through, Tanjiro... For starters, I’m sorry for calling you 'Kyojuro', especially during intimate moments... It's a pitiful excuse, but one of the reason was that you resemble him so much. Not physically, of course, but in your kindness, your cheerfulness and your selflessness... even your Breathing styles are close. You could have been brothers... It's only natural that he wanted you as his successor. What I loved and admired so much about him, I find in you, and... and because I couldn't accept his... his death," the word almost strangled you with a sob. "Because I couldn't accept it, I projected him onto you. It was so easy, with your personalities... I did that instead of simply enjoying the company of a man as good as you, Tanjiro... I'm sorry. I know you've suffered immensely; I must have made you feel like you were nothing, while you had to endure both the loss of your Aniki my poor condition. You deserve better. I just... hope you'll forgive me one day."
Your control shattered, and to your shame, you started shaking and crying. Tanjiro held you tightly, providing a comforting embrace, shedding years with you. There was no word to describe how it felt to see you finally acknowledged his efforts and pain.
"I was willing to do anything for you, you know... I would have continued to play that role if I believed I could, but I can't be Kyojuro... I will never be like him. I made a mistake by trying; it ended up hurting both of us. And, honestly, I... I wish for you to love me for who I am," he confessed, looking vulnerable. "Because I love you desperately on my side. I've loved you dearly since the first day we met."
His sobs intensified, and you wailed together, finding comfort in each other's broken hearts. One aspect of Tanjiro that differed from your fiancé was his expressivity. Kyojuro never cried, even in the depths of his sorrow. His family environment had forbidden it from a tender age. Although it also contributed to his reassuring charisma and resilience, you genuinely cherished the sensibility of your current companion. If anything, it was a proof of his charming sincerity and his purity, and a part of his gentle strength.
"I love you, Tanjiro," you whispered.
Releasing his embrace, the young man's teary eyes held a fragile hope as he gazed at you. This marked the first time you expressed your love for him while using his name, an awareness that filled you with guilt.
"... Really? Even if... even if I can't be Kyojuro?"
He looked so vulnerable in that moment, it struck an emotional chord within you. Your fingers tenderly traced his cheek as you dreamily studied each of his beautiful features.
"You are perfect just the way you are, Tanjiro... In some aspects, you surpass him; in others, you are equals, and there are areas where he will remain unmatched. It doesn't matter. You are you, and... I love you from the bottom of my heart. I truly do. If you can forgive me for everything I've put you through, I'd like to try starting anew, to be with you for who you really are, and not as... a replacement. I can't promise I won't make mistakes or experience nightmares again, but I'll continue with the therapy prescribed by Shinobu... I'll do my best to heal. To become completely yours. Would you wait for me, Tanjiro?"
Tanjiro wiped his face with his sleeve, offering you a smile. His eyes still glistened with tears, love, and hope.
"Of course. I'd wait for you for years if needed."
Days turned into weeks, and gradually, you and Tanjiro settled into the rhythm of young lovers once more. He brought you souvenirs from his missions, and you returned tokens of affection whenever you could. Tentatively, you began holding hands, cuddling, and eventually, sharing kisses.
After a few months, you started sleeping the same bed again. It was a long-anticipated dream coming true once more, especially since your nights alone were filled with painful nocturnal anxieties. Despite the joy of this reconnection, you understood how challenging this step was for Tanjiro, considering your last intimate experience. This time, you had patiently waited for him to suggest it, prioritizing his feelings over yours.
The first night together carried a hint of awkwardness, maintaining a chaste and somewhat distant atmosphere as you both adjusted. However, Tanjiro gradually relaxed, pulling you closer during sleep, noting that your nightmares had less grip on you.
You found contentment in this renewed intimacy, though the growing desire for your partner became increasingly difficult to conceal. Despite this, you refrained from rushing things, mindful of your past traumas and his. Unbeknownst to you, Tanjiro was also holding back with similar considerations.
One evening, despite your progress, you had a nightmare—specifically, the one involving the Mugen train tragedy. You jerked up trembling, your face drenched in sweat and tears. You remained silent, but the scent of your distress roused your companion, prompting him to pull you into a comforting hug.
The kindness and warmth of the eldest Kamado enveloped you. If Kyojuro embodied an all-consuming summer sunshine, Tanjiro manifested as a gentle spring ray of light, holding you with tenderness. His kisses landed everywhere on your face and hair, wiping your tears as he whispered sweet words of love and reassurance.
Gradually, your initial sadness faded away, replaced by a yearning for more affection and closeness.
"Tanjiro...," you murmured, your voice hoarse with longing.
The way you pronounced his name made his breath hitch. In response, he emitted a soft hum, nuzzling your neck. Although you were trying to restrain yourself, he could sense your inner desires in your intonation and scent. He could tell already that your core was dripping, craving for attention. Though he remained still, his grip around you tightened slightly, which subtly encouraged you to speak again.
"Tanjiro... I love you... my sweet Tanjiro..." The words flowed effortlessly from your lips in a sultry whisper. You could tell he liked the way you moaned his name.
Lifting his face, Tanjiro met your gaze. His mouth hesitated before finding yours, initiating a tender kiss. You relished on the feel of his warm breath on your lips. You revelled in the warmth of his breath on your lips. Unlike your previous encounters, this kiss lacked the desperate passion, allowing both of you to taste, explore, and rediscover each other slowly.
You guided his hand to your chest. Leaning back slightly, Tanjiro studied you carefully, ensuring that you were present in the moment, and not lost into some delusion. His touch on your covered breast was delicate, as though you were made of glass.
"You don't want to?" you murmured, trying to hide the regret in your tone.
"Of course, I want you...," he reassured with a sweet smile. "But I would like to take it slow this time. I've dreamed of sharing this moment with you for so long, you know?"
Blushing, you closed your eyes, allowing him to explore your jaw and throat with his lips as he gradually undid your nightshirt and chest binder. A soft moan escaped you as you felt his hot breath brushing your breasts, covering it with light kisses. His tongue teased your nipples, before the warmth of his mouth locked around them, sucking them alternately.
Your pleasure-filled sounds seemed to delight him, and he began to toy with the hem of your pajama bottoms, slipping his fingers inside but refraining from reaching between your legs just yet. Your hips bucked slightly, yearning to meet his hand, a silent plea to quench the growing fire in your core. He chuckled softly, amused by your eagerness. Succumbing to the allure, he finally brushed his digits against your moist cunt.
A quiet exclamation escaped him when he realized the extent of your arousal—you were absolutely drenched down there. He looked both surprised and genuinely flattered. Despite feeling somewhat embarrassed by your evident eagerness, you pressed his hand against your wetness.
"It's for you, Tanjiro. I am yours now."
He blushed intensely in response and resumed your fervent kiss, stealing your breath away. His fingers ventured into your depths, and his thumb delicately massaged your clit.
"I'm yours too," he whispered, lightly grazing your earshell with his teeth. "I'll take care of you."
Unbeknownst to him, it was a phrase that Kyojuro used to say in similar situations. The kinship between them struck you once more like thunder. You moaned instinctively as you felt him suck your earlobe, but your mind started to wander frantically, leaving you petrified and as your lover's lips traced a path down your bust. Sensing your distraction, your partner gently prompted you:
You obeyed, your gaze clouded.
"You're with me," he continued in his kind and steady voice. "It's me, Tanjiro. Everything is fine. Don't take your eyes off me, okay?"
With a less confused expression, you nodded. With that, he began to breathe slowly and steadily, his tongue exploring your lower lips. You instantly relaxed under his oral caresses, allowing the gradual warmth to build within you as he feasted on you.
Though Tanjiro was relatively inexperienced, he paid close attention to each of your reactions to his touch. Quickly discerning what pleased you the most, he continued to reverently lap at your delicate bud while gently inserting one, then two fingers deep inside you. His rough swordsman's digits skillfully massaged your tender and responsive walls.
Sensing your proximity to climax, he sucked harder your sensitive pearl while rubbing a particular spot inside you. You succumbed under the pleasurable sensations, trembling in the wake of overstimulation. As he straightened up, he looked at your dishevelled state with his adoring purple eyes. He held your legs apart with his calloused palms and started to slide his length languidly against your throbbing clit, still coated with saliva.
"Say my name, love," he demanded in his soft, almost hypnotic voice.
As thrilling as his command was, you understood that it was also a way to ensure your presence in the moment with him. The sultry way he rubbed himself close to your entrance was a promise – he would reward you if you complied correctly, and postpone the pleasure as a ‘punishment’ if you couldn't.
"Hmm... Tanjiro...," you called out obediently, your gaze fixed on him through lust-veiled eyes. "I love you... Please... take me..."
A warm smile graced Tanjiro's lips as he leaned down to kiss you. "Anything you want, my love."
He captured your sighs between his lips as you felt his hardened member slowly entering you. A long groan escaped him as you sensed him splitting your walls slowly, until he was fully sheathed. Watching you tremble and mewl beneath him, the spark in his eyes intensified. It was a struggle for him to grasp that one of his dearest dreams was finally coming to reality, and that he was becoming one with you. The previous time didn't count. Tonight, your moans of love, desire, and pleasure were truly for him. It was his name that you were crying with delight, the sound of your voice resonating all the way down his lower belly, making it throb.
Inhaling deeply, he commenced deliberate and rhythmic thrusts, and you clung to his shoulders, breathless. The sensations overwhelmed you; the feeling of fullness was intense. Tanjiro revelled in the way your muscles clenched around him as his tip kissed your cervix. You were taking him so well... as if you were custom-made for each other. He sought your gaze but found your eyes closed, lost in pleasure. He cradled your chin with one hand, the other subtly lifting your hips to refine the angle of his movements.
"Look at me," he requested again, his tone devoid of any force, yet you complied instinctively. Your gaze briefly slid from his face to your belly, where you noticed a slight bulge forming with each deep thrust he bestowed upon you. Sensing his eyes on you, you compelled yourself to shift your attention back to him.
"You're with me, aren't you, darling?"
You folded your arms behind his neck and pulled him towards you, kissing him tenderly and gently sucking his tongue. "Yes, Tanjiro... I'm with you. I'm yours."
He smiled and traced his hand down to your belly, rubbing the area where the slight bulge appeared with this thumb while he teasingly stilled himself deep inside you. You whined and he could feel you tighten around him.
"Good girl," he praised as you waited patiently for him to move again, breathless.
You didn't know whether he was acknowledging your resilience to your usual delusions, or appreciating your obedience — perhaps both. His palm moved lower, the rough pad of his thumb grazing your bud, heightening the sensations of his fervent thrusts. Dizziness began to set in, your senses overwhelmed.
"Come for me?" he asked in his gentle voice, tentatively pinching your clit.
It was more of a question than an order, yet, as if under a spell, your body responded instantly with the onset of a powerful climax. A shaky cry and tears of pleasure escaped you. Leaning over to suck your pulse, he sustained his intense and frenzied movements throughout your orgasm, extending it to its fullest. With the final contractions of your walls, he sensed his own release approaching, pulling you sharply against him and delivering his seed deep inside you. You shivered as you felt the hot streams of his semen spread within.
"I love you, Tanjiro," you whispered into his burgundy hair.
Still catching his breath, he closed his eyes, pressing his face against your neck, savoring your cherished scent. He was grateful to the gods for your presence, tenderness, and words of affection. He knew he would never get tired of them.
"I love you too. I want to spend the remaining of my life with you."
Soon after that night, Tanjiro officially sought your hand, and you gladly accepted, signing the papers only a few weeks later. The wedding ceremony was humble, just an intimate affairwith your close friends, yet it was one of the happiest day of your life.
Time marched forward. As promised, you diligently committed to the therapy regimen prescribed by Shinobu. Although occasional slips still occurred, like calling Tanjiro by his predecessor's name— especially in the aftermath of disquieting dreams or particularly taxing missions— such instances gradually waned. The journey toward complete recovery might span years, if it could be achieved at all. However, Tanjiro was a patient and understanding husband. He loved you, and now that he was certain of your reciprocation, he could face any challenge by your side.
Kyojuro's memory persisted as well. His tsuguko continued to carry his flame tsuba on his katana, ensuring his legacy accompanied you in every battle and beyond. Tanjiro let his hair grow back again, not to please you this time, but as a tribute to his late mentor. Regular visits to the Flame Hashira's grave and his family were also a part of your routine, woven into the gaps between missions. You and Tanjiro solemnly pledged to fight for a world where your descendants and the Rengokus could thrive in peace. Perhaps, in a brighter future, you would all be reunited...
Despite the relentless battles and the looming curse of the Demon Slayer Mark, one day, your dream will come true.
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Here it is! The final chapter of "Echoes of Loss". Hope it gave you multiple feels :') ;)
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