#tanjiro x reader

[yumeekoi]

Hi

Pretty please write abt tanjiro courting reader? It doesnt exist ANYWHERE. i at least cant find any

one courting tanjiro coming right up! 🫡

[petitelepus]

Sooo how about a scenario of Tanjiro meeting his future wife at a temple after the demon slayer series ends? They end up talking to each other for first time when reader notices him struggling with the smoke sticks and praying with his hands because of his arm that doesn’t work well anymore. And so after a while reader helps him out with the smokes sticks?

You were praying quietly by the altar when the door to the shrine creaked open, and you heard someone enter and approach you.

"Excuse me? I hope I'm not intruding, but I came to light an incense for my companions?" Came a young man's voice, and you opened your eyes and glanced at them over your shoulder.

"Not at all," You smiled, "Please join me."

"Thank you!" The young man smiled as he joined you. You observed him, and then it hit you.

This young man was certainly something. It took you no time to realize that this was Tanjiro Kamado. THE Tanjiro Kamado who fought against the Demon King Muzan Kibutsuji and came out victorious.

He might have won the war, but there were some sacrifices, such as his right eye and arm.

You weren't a Slayer like he was, but a humble shrine maiden who helped to take care of the wounded and pray for their souls to pass into Heaven or their next life safely. Now that the war against Demons was over, you dedicated your life to the prayers and to helping other people.

You closed your eyes once again and started praying… Or you would have, but the frustrated sounds Kamado was making caught your attention, and you soon realized that he had some trouble lighting the incense with his weak arm.

"Can I help you?" You asked after listening to him struggle for a couple of minutes, and Tanjiro smiled at you so happily, "Oh, thank you, if you just could?"

"It's no trouble," You said as you lit his incense and helped him put it on the altar.

"Thank you," The young man thanked you, and you nodded, "It's my pleasure to help."

The two of you smiled and pressed your palms together in prayer. The silence between you was comfortable as the air was filled with the scent of the incense. After a moment, you opened your eyes and looked at the young man.

"You must be Tanjiro Kamado, am I right?" You asked, and he quickly turned to look at you and nodded, "Ah, yes, that would be me!"

"I've heard about you." You hummed with a small smile, "The boy who saved us all."

"T- That isn't true, th- there were others as well and-!" He panicked slightly, and you giggled, "I understand. What brings you here?"

"Oh," He looked at the incense you lit and then at you, "I'm just here to pray for those who fought as hard as we all did but didn't make it."

"An admirable thing to do." You nodded in respect, "Pardon me if I'm being bold, but could I perhaps prepare you some tea and treats?"

"Ah, I don't want to intrude!" Tanjiro quickly said, but you just hummed as you got up and started to head to the private part of the shrine dedicated to shrine maidens.

"Nonsense." You said as you smiled at him over your shoulder, "I insist on offering you some tea while hearing about your heroic tales."

You bet that this young man had tons of stories, and you were interested in hearing them all... Even if you would have to continue on another day or week.

[scottywithdabody237]

Pairing:Tanjiro x Black Reader

Warning:fluff,smut,character is 18+

The air at the Butterfly Mansion always smelled of medicinal herbs, sharp alcohol, and the lingering scent of wisteria. For Tanjiro, however, the most prominent scent in the courtyard was yours. To him, you smelled like warm cocoa and sun-drenched earth, with a subtle, spicy undertone of cinnamon that seemed to bloom whenever you laughed. It was a scent that grounded him, a fragrant anchor in a world filled with the metallic tang of blood and the sulfurous stench of demons.

You had been training alongside him for months, a fellow slayer whose strength was matched only by your kindness. Your friendship had grown in the quiet spaces between grueling recovery sessions and the shared silence of midnight patrols. You were the one who could tell when his smile didn't quite reach his eyes, and he was the one who knew exactly how you liked your tea when you were too exhausted to speak.

For a long time, Tanjiro believed this was simply the bond of comrades. He cherished you, of course, but he had attributed the fluttering in his chest to the adrenaline of battle or the simple joy of finding a kindred spirit. But as the seasons shifted, the nature of his affection began to evolve. It happened in small, infinitesimal increments.

It was the way the golden hour light caught the rich, mahogany depth of your skin, making you look as though you were carved from the finest obsidian and gold. It was the way your curls, tight and beautiful, would occasionally catch a stray petal from the cherry blossom trees, and the instinctive, burning urge he felt to reach out and brush it away. It was the way you looked at him—not as the "chosen one" or the boy with the forehead scar, but simply as Tanjiro.

The realization hit him with the force of a Total Concentration strike during a joint mission in a secluded mountain village. You had been fighting a nimble, spindly demon, your movements a blur of grace and power. As the demon lunged, you pivoted, your blade whistling through the air, but a stray piece of debris caught your ankle, sending you stumbling.

Tanjiro didn't think; he simply moved. He was there in a heartbeat, his shoulder slamming into yours to push you clear of the attack, his own blade severing the demon's neck in one fluid motion. As the creature disintegrated into ash, Tanjiro didn't immediately stand up. He stayed hovered over you, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his heart hammering against his ribs.

He looked down at you, your chest heaving, your dark eyes wide and shimmering with concern for him. In that moment, the scent of cinnamon and cocoa intensified, swirling around him like a physical embrace. The protective instinct he felt wasn't just the duty of a slayer; it was a visceral, aching need to keep you safe, to hold you, and to never let the world bruise you.

"Tanjiro?" you whispered, your voice a soft melody that made his skin prickle. "Are you hurt?"

He couldn't speak. He just stared, mesmerized by the smudge of dirt on your cheek and the intensity of your gaze. He realized then that he was utterly, hopelessly in love with you.

The return to the mansion was a blur of quiet tension. Tanjiro became acutely aware of everything: the brush of your shoulder against his, the sound of your breathing, the way you tilted your head when you were thinking. He tried to maintain his usual composure, but his sense of smell betrayed him. Whenever you were near, his scent shifted—becoming sweet and heady, a clear signal of his longing that he hoped you couldn't read.

One evening, several weeks later, the moon hung low and heavy in the sky, casting a silver sheen over the gardens. You were sitting on the engawa, staring out at the koi pond, the silence of the night wrapping around you. Tanjiro approached slowly, his footsteps light on the wooden planks.

"You're thinking again," he said softly, sitting beside you.

You smiled, a small, tired thing. "Just thinking about how quiet it is. It feels... fragile."

Tanjiro looked at you, and the words he had been practicing in his head for days suddenly felt insufficient. He didn't want to be fragile; he wanted to be honest. He reached out, his hand trembling slightly, and covered yours. Your skin was warm, a perfect contrast to the cool night air.

"I have something I need to tell you," he began, his voice thick with emotion. He turned to face you fully, his crimson eyes searching yours. "I've spent a long time trying to understand why my heart beats faster when you enter a room. I thought it was just friendship, but it's more. It's so much more."

You froze, your breath hitching.

"I love you," Tanjiro confessed, the words rushing out of him like a dam breaking. "I love your strength, and your laugh, and the way you make the world feel quiet when everything else is screaming. I love everything about you. And I don't think I can go back to just being your friend."

The silence that followed felt like an eternity. Then, slowly, you turned your hand over, interlacing your fingers with his. A radiant smile broke across your face, and for the first time, Tanjiro smelled a scent of pure, unadulterated happiness radiating from you.

"I thought you'd never say it, you idiot," you whispered.

Tanjiro let out a choked laugh, a mixture of relief and joy. He leaned in, hesitant at first, giving you every chance to pull away. But you didn't. You met him halfway, your lips meeting in a kiss that tasted of longing and long-overdue promises. It started softly, a tentative exploration, but quickly deepened as the months of suppressed desire surged to the surface.

He pulled you closer, his arm sliding around your waist to draw your body flush against his. The heat radiating between you was electric. Tanjiro groaned softly into the kiss, his hand moving up to cup your jaw, his thumb stroking the soft curve of your cheek. He felt your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer, as if you were trying to merge your very souls.

The kiss broke, both of you breathless, foreheads resting against each other. The air between you was thick with a new kind of tension—one that wasn't about fear or duty, but about a hunger that had been simmering beneath the surface of your friendship.

"Is this okay?" Tanjiro whispered, his voice low and husky, his eyes dark with a maturity that replaced his usual innocence.

"Yes," you breathed, your voice trembling. "More than okay."

He led you back into the privacy of the room, the sliding door clicking shut behind you. In the dim light of the lantern, Tanjiro looked at you with a reverence that felt almost sacred. He began to undress you with agonizing slowness, his eyes never leaving yours, treating every inch of your skin like a masterpiece. He marveled at the contrast of his paler hands against the rich, deep tones of your body, his touch light and worshipful.

When he finally pressed you down into the futon, the world outside the room ceased to exist. There were no demons, no wars, no breathing styles—only the sound of your joined breaths and the rhythmic beating of two hearts in sync.

Tanjiro was gentle, his movements guided by a deep-seated need to cherish you. He explored every curve of your body with his lips and tongue, discovering the places that made you gasp and the spots that made you arch against him. His scent was now an intoxicating blend of passion and devotion, enveloping you in a cocoon of safety.

As he moved inside you, a low, guttural sound escaped his throat—a sound of complete surrender. He looked deep into your eyes, wanting you to see everything he felt. In the heat of the moment, the intimacy was more than physical; it was a spiritual anchoring. He wasn't just loving your body; he was loving the essence of who you were.

You clung to him, your nails digging into his shoulders, your voices mingling in soft cries of pleasure and affection. Every thrust was a silent vow, every moan a confession. In the sanctuary of the room, you found a peace that the battlefield had always denied you.

Later, as the moon began to set and the first hints of dawn touched the horizon, Tanjiro held you close, your head resting on his chest. He kissed the top of your curls, the scent of cocoa and cinnamon now mixed with the musk of their intimacy.

"I'm never letting you go," he murmured, his voice sleepy but firm.

You smiled, closing your eyes and listening to the steady, strong beat of his heart. "You better not."

In the quiet of the morning, Tanjiro realized that while he fought to protect the world, you were the world he wanted to come home to.

[cherryblossomsenpai]

Betwixt Love and Duty - Snippet

No context, just a story idea I've had for a long time now. Formatting will come later. Some lines may be changed further down the line but i like where this is going so far.

P.S. my laptop has lost the war and has been put to rest. With it, i have lost many folders/projects as well as dividers so this snippet is gonna look bland and boring but i haven't figured out how to use this computer yet and i'm trying to figure out what the new design for this blog should be so bear with me as i wrestle with technology far too advanced for my puny brain

Tanjiro almost killed the demon.

He panted for breath, but he still raised his sword.  His arms trembled in protest, but he refused to succumb to exhaustion.

“Not yet...” he told himself, staggering forward.

The demon, equally wounded and fatigued, let out a low hiss.  This battle had dragged on for far too long.  Her blood supply was running low.  The gash across her neck wasn’t healing fast enough.

Upon seeing the redhead assume his stance, something primal overcame the demon: an old feeling she thought she would never have to experience again after having lived so long, after having won so many battles.

But whether it was because of pride or the paralysis that came from being faced with the inevitable, the demon stayed in place.

Tanjiro charged forward, ready to deliver the final blow.  But before he was able to close the gap, there was a deafening bang! and the demon cried out.  She’d been pierced through her shoulder by what looked to be a harpoon of sorts.  The demon gripped onto it and tried to free herself, but more bangs! followed, and with it, more harpoons came from all directions until every limb had been punctured down to the earth, rendering her completely immobile.

And yet, she lived.

Tanjiro spun around, trying to get a glimpse of who had come to his aid.  He hadn’t even smelt, much less heard, anyone approaching.

Then, in uniforms that he didn’t recognize, yet still bore the Demon Slayer title, several strangers leapt out from the darkness.

“Who are you?” the redhead asked.  No one glanced his way, their eyes fixated on the struggling demon.

“Step away from it, Kamado.  We’ll handle it from here.”

Tanjiro looked to the speaker, but he did not recognize his face.  Just like the others, the man didn’t even peer over to Tanjiro as he spoke.  He only looked to his fellow crew members and gave out orders.

“Approach carefully!  Ensure she is not beheaded as she is moved.”

The slayers moved in silent unison and restrained the demon.  Once chained, they dragged her into the darkness, carrying her hisses and curses into the distance.

“What’s going on?” Tanjiro asked, approaching the officer, “Why are you keeping that demon alive?  She’s dangerous!  She’s killed scores of people!”

Only now did the leading officer stare down at the redhead.  His gaze was intense, his mouth a hard line.

“That is exactly why.” 

The officer’s answer made Tanjiro’s spine go cold.  But before he could ask for an explanation, his vision blurred and his body finally gave out.  Consciousness abandoned him before he could hear the officer’s next order.

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They had brought him in during the late hours of the night. 

“Clear out,” one of the staff commanded as he burst through the door.  You jumped, nearly tearing your freshly-placed bandage.  Several helpers now filled the infirmary, carrying a limp body and placing him down onto the table.  Though unconscious, he groaned in pain as the crew worked quickly, clanging bottles and scalpels, filling the air with the stench of alcohol mixing with iron. 

Your heart clenched at the sight of his pained expression.  The nurses peeled apart the bloody uniform stuck to his skin, naming off injuries and barking out orders at the others to grab certain items.  They now swarmed him, and you could no longer see his bruised face.  But you could still see the red.  It was pooling and dripping down the edge of the table, and your vision began to blur.

“Clear.  Out.”  The same helper from before, now irritated, shoved you out of the room by your shoulders.  The door was slammed shut before you could even blink. 

And so, you headed back to your room, avoiding the puddles of red as you made your way through the halls, cleaners already working to erase the trail.

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Any information regarding the stranger was scarce.  Most people here spoke in clipped whispers after all.  But you were able to determine that he would make a full recovery soon.  What you weren’t so sure about, however, was why “that box of his” was moved to a separate location within the grounds.  But you knew better than to ask questions.  So, you let the stranger be.

Two nights passed.  No more word spread regarding the redhead’s condition.  No news is good news, right?

“You are dismissed.”

Wordlessly, you kept pressure on your arm and headed out.  Your steps only slowed once you left that cursed room and entered the hallway.  You took a long breath, steadying yourself against the cold wall.  When the dizziness eased, you made your way to the infirmary, avoiding the eyes of the staff just as they avoided yours.

There had been no response when you knocked on the door.  That must mean the others are with the new capture.  Goosebumps raced through your body.  You opened the door slowly.

Just as you’d expected, none of the staff were there.  Only a sleeping figure lay dormant in one of the beds: the stranger.  Now that he’d been cleaned of blood and dirt, he looked even more exhausted than before, slightly paled from blood loss. 

Droplets ran down your forearm, breaking you out of your observation.  You hurried to gather supplies.

It was a fixed routine now: dab, clean, bandage.  Once finished, you rolled your sleeve down, quietly putting things back where they belonged.

A sudden gasp made you startle.  You whirled around to see the redhead now upright and bewildered, wincing as he looked at his arm, the IV tugged by the sudden motion.

“It’s alright,” you urged him, and his eyes fixed onto yours.  The large scar on his forehead caught your own.  You approached him slowly, scanning him to make sure he hadn’t reopened any wounds.  But to your relief, none of his bandages darkened to that familiar shade.

“Where are we?” he asked, his voice hoarse.

“This is the infirmary,” you replied, noticing the pitcher of water and a cup at his bedside table.  You poured some for him and passed him the drink.  “Are you a new recruit?”

“Thank you,” – he took a long drink before responding – “But, no.  I’ve been in the Corps for some time now.  But I’ve never seen Slayers like them before.”

“'Like them?’”  As far as you knew, his uniform had been the strange one.  Perhaps there was a new faction?

“Yes.  I was fighting a demon, but they surrounded us and…”  His voice rose with sudden concern as he leaned forward and exclaimed, “I heard they were going to keep the demon alive!  No one’s been hurt, have they?”

This truly must be a new faction. 

“No one’s injured but you,” you assured him.

His shoulders drooped back down as he let out a relieved sigh. “I’m glad everyone is safe,” he said, leaning back slightly. Then, with a cheerful smile, he added, “My name is Kamado Tanjiro.  Thank you for having me.”

[yumstoup]

࣪ ۫𓂅 something there · tanjiro kamado x fem!tsugoku!reader

you and tanjiro did not get along in the slightest.

you both have known each other since he joined the corps and since then he feels like you’re constantly on his back. most would expect you to be just as kind as the love hashira, but you are the complete opposite.

despite him constantly (attempting) to be kind to you, you’ve always been stubborn about accepting him as a demon slayer. you boss him around, and use your higher ranking as a reason to do so.

he tries to see the good in you of course—you can be kind—but he had trouble,

until now.

he’s noticed a change in you…a great one. usually it was like you were always against him, but things have changed.

you have started to defend him. anytime shinazugawa spouted things at him, calling him a traitor and his sister a liability, you have been there to call him out.

“they are here for a reason. if nezuko was truly dangerous, he’d be dead along with her.”

obviously you said it in your own unique way, but still defensive.

you’ve even gone as far as to take hits for him. in the most recent mission he had with you, he let his guard down just for a second.

the demon nearly caught him, just for him to turn around and see you bleeding from the impact.

thoughts of you berating him about acting weak race through his mind whenever he doubts himself...you make his heart pound harder than any other.

the way you act towards him, towards his sister and his situation…

perhaps…there’s something there that wasn’t there before.

a/n: auugghh this doesn't feel long enough...i hope this is enjoyable for my little chudlings

[wimsixpie]

UPDATE!

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[emo-furry-182]

Happy late Summerween last year I joined the demon slayer Halloween art event add my first oc Keira dress her up as a witch then add her new love interest tanjiro and her second bff Nezuko so I decided to post this one from last year instead cuz I didn’t have any time to draw anything for Summerween yesterday so yeah happy early Summerween everyone

[pizxal]

Kny characters if you got lost/separated

Gender neutral, fluffy, mentions of death, but you aren't dead dw

Happy Pride Monthhh ! It was supposed to be separated initially, but when I got done writing, I think it seems more lost than that, so

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Tanjiro, Zenitsu, Inosuke, Giyuu, Kyojuro, Tengen, Shinobu, Gyomei, Sanemi, Genya, Mitsuri, Obanai, Muichiro | Akaza, Douma, Gyutaro, Enmu, Kokushibou, Muzan | Yoriichi are inculded !

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Tanjiro !

The entire time he spends looking for you, he's trying to stay calm and convince himself that you're okay. And like, not dead.

He looks in every direction of every noise until he eventually finds you, which he's instantly relieved by. But still worried, even as he checks you over for injuries.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Zenitsu !

The whole time he's looking for you he's convincing himself of the worst. Like he's crying and everything, but still looking for you.

When he does find you alive, he just throws himself at you and probably won't leave you by yourself for like three days. Cs he's kind of worried you'll get lost again

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Inosuke !

Very worried, but puts it off as if it were kind of an inconvenience to go looking for you. Really, he's looking like everywhere for you, even in trees, you never know yk

When he does find you, it's like he wasn't worried, but you can tell he was, especially when he starts bragging about how he wasn't worried cs he knew you'd be okay.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Giyuu !

He panics, but like, silently, and he lwk tries to stay calm since he doesn't want to start panicking and looking in places where he already looked. So for the most part it tries to stay level-headed.

When he does find you, he makes sure to get you back safe before he says anything, and then he finally relaxes a bit.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Kyojuro !

He looks for you without stopping even once, because, like, what if you're in trouble? He has zero time to lose looking for you.

When he does spot you, yk, alive and okay, his grin slowly starts to show back. Though he doesn't give a full-blown smile until he's gotten you back safe <3

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Tengen !

He acts cool about it, really; he is so much not cool, like he's so worried but also knows that worrying isn't going to do anything. So he stays clearheaded for most of it.

The moment he finds you, he slings his arm over your shoulder as he guides you back. He'll carry you back if you're hurt though.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Shinobu !

She doesn't really say much to anyone, and I think she'd probably be too focused on finding you to be, yk, teasing. She's actually rlly hoping you're okay with, like, mild injuries, getting them if there are any.

When she does find you, she focuses on getting back to treating your injuries before she teases you again.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Gyomei !

The whole time he looks for you, he prays that you're somewhere okay and not dead, maybe with a few cuts, but not dead.

When he does hear your voice, calling out to him since you recognized him, he is very relieved as he guides you back. He does ask if you're okay, though.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Sanemi !

He's upset and angry, because when is he not? Really, he's upset because he's worried, and he hates being worried. He's mad because he can't find you.

When he does find you, he checks you for injuries before then, guiding you back, all the way reprimanding you for getting lost. But like, you could tell he was worried.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Genya !

His mind, like, keeps jumping to the worst possible scenario, even when he tries to convince himself that you're okay and not dead; his head just keeps jumping there

When he finds you, he focuses on getting you back before he can truly be relieved. ends up lwk tearing up once you're back because he thought you died.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Mitsuri !

Lwk sobbing the whole time but actually still manages to look for you effectively, although a bit frantically.

When he finds you, she literally runs to you, very happy to see that you're still alive. You'll also probably get the biggest hug of your life.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Obanai !

He looks for you silently, but inside, he's genuinely losing it, like his head is jumping to the worst case, so, he's trying to prepare for that.

When he does find you, alive and okay, he's very relieved inwardly! But still, he wouldn't show you that he was necessarily really worried for you. But you can tell by the way he stays close to you for the next few days.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Muichiro !

Weirdly calm on the outside, inside he is very worried, but it doesn't really show in his face or movement. He probably also gets Tanjiro to help him look so that you both don't get stuck when he does find you.

When he does find you, he says something very simple like … and then tries to lead you out, gets kind of lost, and gets saved because Tanjiro was there.

Demons - !

✶⋆.˚ Akaza !

He kind of ends up abandoning his own responsibilities to find you. He's more upset than worried because like, what caused you to get lost?

When he finds you alone, he looks you over for any injuries, and if he finds any, he asks you how you got them… for a reason, of course.

✶⋆.˚ Douma !

The whole time he looks for you, it's like he's not worried like at all. He very much is wondering if you've gotten yourself killed, but it just doesn't really show.

When he does finally find you, he makes sure to surprise you and also tells you how much he missed you. In the most annoying way possible, but, he means it <3

✶⋆.˚ Gyutaro !

He's honestly a little terrified because he doesn't want to find you dead somewhere. And because he doesn't want to lose you too.

When he does find you, he checks over you, either to calm himself or to make sure you're like, really you.

✶⋆.˚ Enmu !

He's searching for you, mostly without taking a break, since he literally can't take his mind off of it until he knows where you are

When he finds you, he makes sure to get you back safe and lwk becomes a littleee clingy after that… Like appearing in your dreams the night after clingy.

✶⋆.˚ Kokushibou !

Externally, he's fine, just looking for you with no exact expression on his face. Inside, though, he's thinking of every place you could possibly be and what each outcome could possibly be.

When he finds you, he just grabs you as he guides you back so you don't get lost again and another so that he can calm himself from the thoughts.

✶⋆.˚ Muzan !

He gets literally every demon he can to look for you while also looking for himself, just in more particular places.

The second you're found, his irritation dims a bit, only a bit, because he's still upset that you got lost in the first place… He will question you on why you got lost, though.

<3

˖᯽ ݁˖ Yoriichi !

He just quietly looks for you with a level head in mind so that he doesn't panic. He also keeps the thought that you are alive, maybe hurt though, so he tries to find you quickly and efficiently.

When he does find you, he guides you back safely before eventually telling you how much you worried him. After, though, he'll try to always know where you are, but like, not in a creepy way, I promise. ,3

i found out i need glasses, they're cute, so i lwk don't mind