#tanjiro looks like he'd be tall

[cestacruz]

And if i burned down my kitchen failing to cook something up, then what? Anyway [KnY AU]

[kometqh]

Agatsuma Zenitsu x reader

Warnings: not edited, just raw brain fluff <3

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Pink and yellow flowers swished gently in the summer breeze as birds chirped and crickets cricketed. The blue skies and puffy white clouds stood behind the tall jaded trees, providing a small shield from the scorching sun.

Zenitsu laid in the tall grass, head resting behind his arms as he listened to a far-off tune being sang by a girl he's come to listen to almost every other day.

Her voice and the sound of her gentle heartbeat were the only things that brought him peace after returning from his missions, mind and heart torn by the tragedies that are strewn across the country by rampaging demons.

Although he considered himself a coward, he believed that he could overcome any mission as long as her tune is what greets him upon his every return.

Her voice was smooth, like silk, her melodies joyful, like summer, and her heartbeat as mighty as the the mountains that surrounded them. Hypnotised by her singing, any sort of nervosity evaporated from his body, fleeing into the sky above as his feet carried his body closer and closer each day.

It was courage that he lacked - she was the only girl who'd made him feel so at peace, even if he'd never seen her face.

He didn't have to, it did not matter whether she was pretty or not, he was in love with her spirit. Of course it would be a bonus, in true Agatsuma style, but it wouldn't ever be a weakness.

Whoever she was, she was kind and strong, patient but firm. He'd never heard such a calming heartbeat and voice. 

But until he gathers the courage to even see her, he will remain in the luminescent fields, surrounding himself with the harmonious sounds of insects and birds alike, bodies of water and strokes of wind. 

The wind caressed his hair as his eyes came to a close, feeling enough peace to allow his body to welcome the feeling of tiredness that overcame him the longer he stayed, gently swaying him away into a deep sleep.

"That's it. I will find her, and I will confess to her," Zenitsu said loudly to his companions - Tanjiro and Inosuke- whilst smacking his fist against his palm, "I will woo her, seduce if I must, but I will not let her go. She's the only woman who's made me feel this way." He stated proudly, chest puffing up as his thoughts began to race, his cheeks burning a bright shade of pink. 

"Are you sure that's a good idea? You've never even met her." Tanjiro said softly, eyes worriedly glancing over at his friend as an unsure frown graced his features.

He knew how easily Zenitsu fell in love, and how easily it was to break his fragile heart.

Inosuke only huffed with a shake of his head, legs moving faster as though to mute out the conversation between the two men. He wasn't interested if it wasn't about combat.

Zenitsu looked ahead for a short moment, before turning his attention back to Tanjiro, who's worried eyes were stuck on his own.

His gaze was soft but deep, and Zenitsu feared that it would only dissolve his resolve.

“I know Tanjiro, but I have to. I know you're worried, and you want what's best for me," He paused with a sigh, his thoughts jumbled for a moment too long, before regaining order with a shake of his head, "My heart longs for her, it beats faster at the sound of her own. I've never felt this way, although I believed I've been in love before - this is different." He spoke firmly, his walking coming to a full stop at some point during his short speech, Tanjiro complying to stop.

His hand rose to Zenitsu's shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze as a small smile grew on Tanjiro's face, "I believe you, and I will support whatever decision you make, just don't rush."

He said softly, removing his hand from his friend's shoulder before continuing to walk, with no other words exchanged between the trio for the rest of their journey.

A couple of weeks had passed since that conversation, and Zenitsu's heart pounded violently against his ribcage as he and his friends approached the Butterfly estate. A gentle breeze swished past him, lifting his spirits somewhat in the summer evening.

The sun was still somewhat high up, but the sky was darkening by the minute, growing orange and pinkish hues which stretched far and wide over sparce clouds.

Birds chirped and hopped around their nests, all communicating together - the sound being pleasing to his ears.

A stream of water nearby ran through a field, one which he'd be climbing later to reach the beautiful voice he'd been missing so much.

His head spun and blood rushed to his cheeks at the thought, his breath hitched with excitement. 

His legs had a mind of their own, and soon he separated from his friends whilst heading in the direction of the voice he grew to love. She wasn't singing at this particular time, but he was sure she'd be there, sitting in the grass, maybe braiding flowers together, or maybe enjoying the breeze and the warmth of the sun.

He didn't know yet, but he would soon. 

His heart continued to beat rapidly, his mind beginning to think of all the possibilities; would she be freaked out? Confused? Maybe flattered? A stranger admiring your voice for months, without ever actually matching face to voice.

“Bit strange..." Zenitsu muttered to himself, staring daggers at the grass below him, but he trudged on, stomps of determination flattening the ground, arms swinging in effort, and before he knew it, he was standing at the door of a small wooden hut, steam coming out of the top through a chimney, and songs... No. Her voice. It was so beautiful he stood and gawked, hand mid-air, about the knock. 

And then the door opened.

[swordsxandxsakuras]

@lordfounder asked

"Heyyy Nezuko! Wanna stop by one of those cafes when the sun comes up? I could really go for one of those cakes.. Or maybe..."

They were on a mission, supposedly. On the hunt for some demon that had managed not only to be elusive, but also apparently required the attention of the second strongest pillar.

And yet, the second they had arrived in the city, Douma proceeded to drag her along. Talk to some random old woman here, leave some handwritten letters there, meet up with some shady folk under a street light here.

Errands. He'd just taken her to run errands with him.

"We've been looking all night, so maybe something heartier like a breakfast, huh? Yeah! That's a good idea!" - [ hashira verse ]

Nezuko is not phased at all. Nights of sneaking out of the Demon Slayer compound with Inosuke has her getting used to walking around the troubled side of town. But this is the few time she isn't participating in underground fighting or gambling. She looks up at the tall blonde.

🌸 → ❝ Whatever you're doing......Gimme half of the money and I don't tell The Master. Tanjiro's birthday is next month and I need to get him a present. ❞

[multiverseofmisfits-backup]

“So you are this Demon Slayer human? I am Brown Bear a cerulean hunter I fear we have rather similar jobs, however our weapons are very different.” She showed him her ‘Paw.’ The bear eared girl looked around Nezuko’s age but was very tall and built like a boxer.

All he understood was that this person is a hunter which sure is somewhat similar to demon slayers. Though he never heard the term "cerulean hunter" before, making the Sun Breather wonder what the other usually targets.

Moreso, there's more than just the job that had him curious.

"I guess we do, based on the name alone? Though your scent isn't any close to a human." He'd say more like a bear but that may be obvious in the name as well. Is Brown Bear her actual name or just an alias?

"Sorry about that. I'm Kamado Tanjiro."

[tothemeadow]

Can I request some Kamaboko Squad Kimetsu Gakuen Headcanons?

'to all the grades i've loved before' / Kamaboko Squad Headcanons

Tanjiro

carries a large stash of pencils/pens to hand out to others

goddamn star student and you know it

literally all the teachers' favorite

he!!! tutors!!! students!!!

as great of a student as he is, he has gotten in trouble a few times for getting into fights (mostly by standing up to a bully or something)

other students definitely try to get him to give them free bread in exchange for them doing his homework

Zenitsu

screams when the lights randomly go out

if he doesn't have snacks in his backpack you will not hear the end of it

spends his time reading manga and comics rather than doing his homework

the track team really wants him to join but he'd rather sit in the bleachers and watch the cheerleaders

know about Roy Mustang and the miniskirts? yeah

he's not allowed to use the school's computers for obvious reasons

Inosuke

has tipped his chair back and fell onto the floor many a time, but that won't stop him from doing it again

find x = *him circling the letter x*

chews on his pencils like a heathen

teachers constantly yell at him to use his "inside voice"

sleeping early? doesn't know her

you know this hoe is busting out a Nintendo DS in the middle of class yet somehow doesn't caught

Nezuko

one of those students who always has her makeup done but she looks!!!! so cute!!!!

definitely a kpop stan but not overbearing about it

carries really cute notebooks, pencils, etc.

enjoys literature class

sneaks selfies with friends all the time

also the student who has phone charms and kawaii phonecases

Genya

people pick on him for the fact that his older brother is a teacher

has to sit in the back of class because he's too damn tall and nobody can see over his back/shoulders

the student people try to pick first when it comes to team sports in gym

he makes lunch for himself and Sanemi

really likes fruit gummies!!!!!!

100% has a broken phone screen

Kanao

whenever she speaks up in class it genuinely takes others by surprise

very good at math(s)

another one to tutor students, and she is fantastic at it

carries little butterfly candies in her backpack 🥺

CIRCLE LENSE GLASSES I REST MY CASE

still has a collection of Silly Bandz

[demonslayedher]

Out of all the swords we see, whose sword design do you like most? Or if it’s too hard to pick an overall sword, then what’s your favorite blade, hilt, handle, and sheath? And if you were a demon slayer, how would you want your sword to look like? Bonus question asking who’s your favorite sword smith and if you would want any of them to be in charge of making your sword.

Hnnnggghhhh, Anooonnnnn, you're allowing me go fangirly over fantasy swords here, and I really can't pick a single favorite! Well, maybe Tanjiro's, as I love the combo austerity of the black blade, practical and symbolic handguard, and red accents in the hilt, and my tastes in katana really do lean traditional. But if I am allowed to pick some others: Favorite blade: Yoriichi's, because that single 滅 is indeed a beautiful statement, or Rengoku's, because I like the flame-shaped hamon. Also, Inosuke's are so iconic how can I not be attached to them? Okay but also, Muicihiro's is white and I'm really looking forward to seeing that animated? Favorite tsuba (handguard): As an aside, I love how iconic all the stuba area and how much fun there is to play with in motifs, both in the character designs and when making merch. As much as I love Tanjiro's for being like kunugi charcoal, I just have a general preference for it because it's circular, and therefore more practical to carry around. I love Kanao's for similar reasons, and the delicate design is just so fitting for a tsuba. However, if we ignore the fact that, say, Shinobu should had been stabbing herself in the ribs constantly and embrace the weapon fantasies, then without a doubt, Sanemi's is my favorite. Taking an innocent toy to symbolize the wind, but then making it an Angry Death Pinwheel? I love that.

Favorite hilt/handle: Kokushibo's, because the eyes peeping between the cords are fun. Also, having traditional tastes, I prefer the swords with criss-crossing cords.

Favorite sheath: While I really like the practical considerations of Iguro's, Shinobu's is both crafty and has beautiful craftsmanship! I love how you can see the outline of the blade's unique shape.

Sorry, Uzui, Himejima, and to an extent Mitsuri, your blades are just a little too far removed from traditional katana shapes to make it to my favorites, even if I do appreciate them for their own unique fun twists. While I'm talking about swords, I find it funny that Kaigaku's demon blood sword is basically a copy of his Nichirin-to, because he really couldn't yet shed the admiration for how cool he wanted to look with his. Maybe another few years and he'd have gained more creative freedom. Anyway, I love the little tassel at the top which matches Zenitsu's, ufufu.

Speaking of more creative freedom, Anon, you've opened a very self-indulgent door for me with that bonus question... after having been stuck in overly practical, traditional-leaning imagination, especially for katana, I've embraced that these are fantasy weapons and I can enjoy a fantasy too.

As much as I love katana, irl, my katana skills are very rudimentary. Instead, the martial art I'm most dedicated to is naginata. Please don't be impressed, I'm a regular Murata with it. It's the standard "atarashii (new) naginata" which makes it lean more toward being a fencing sport, which looks like kendo but uses more armor because you can strike people's ankles.

Striking ankles isn't really useful in fighting demons, unless it's a crafty demon that stores its brain in its feet or something. While I'm sure the Corp has a history of naginata Nichirin-to users, it wouldn't be very practical in the Taisho era because it's harder to hide, unless you're disguising yourself as a cute school girl who can smile at policemen and excuse yourself to gym class (in the middle of the night, suuuure). It's like a sword on a stick, they're kind of tall.

Going to go on a quick tangent here to say that there are nice real-world equivalents in sports martial arts that show a user's tastes or associations similar to how the haori in KnY do. In the case of naginata, you usually see this in the naginata-bukuro (bag/case for the naginata) and the tenugui (long cotton cloth tied around the head before putting on the helmet). While many team members may use the same tenugui, many people use whatever suits their tastes. They're not expensive but some in all sorts of designs, so they make good gifts and they're fun to accumulate. Personally, I cycle between a few given to me by different naginata teachers, and my favorite one, a reddish one with a nadeshiko pattern which one of my old tea teachers gave me. As for the naginata-bukuro, this isn't always necessary especially if you leave it in storage at the dojo like I do, but it helps identify which one is yours, or you cover your bamboo and oak sports weapon with you're traveling. It's very common to use traditional motifs and patterns, like the haori in KnY. Years ago I had a naginata-mom offer to make one for me, and seeing as I am indecisive, I chose a pattern which was basically patchwork of a whole bunch of traditional geometric patterns and symbolic motifs and flower patterns. I looked at it one day and realized I am my own Kleptic Cryptid Demon.

For my own silly self-insert back in this silly old post created with the Shonen Jump character generator (which sadly seems to have since gone down), I went with the favored tenugui pattern, but assumed katana use, because duh, katana are cool and they are more standard in the Demon Slayer Corp. I'm okay with standard, but as a fantasy Corp member, I also believe that you can't choose all your motifs and designs, the motifs and designs choose you. So, initially, I didn't assume much about the sword. I don't trust myself to design a nice one anyway.

I certainly didn't think of a naginata, because it would be impractical, but then it dawned on me that this series is full of fantasy weapons that should be stabbing their users in the ribs. I can have an impractical weapon too, if I want one! As long as I solve the issue of a naginata being difficult to travel with in the Taisho period (though I did consider throwing myself into past eras), I can have the weapon I'm best at! And since this is a fantasy, I don't have to be limited to my real life Murata style hard work based skill level, I can be talented! Probably can't get rid of my habit of aggressive desperation in sparring which makes me forget all finesse, though.

So! So here's what I've got, I was playing with the Nichirin-to naginata design...

...when I though about detaching the pieces carry the blade more like a katana! That way I can still kind of look like I'm going to do cool katana things with it, but then no!! Surprise!!!! I had a pole!!! I initially thought of carrying the pole like a staff, but my staff form is terrible, so instead I remembered toy light sabers that you flick strongly to make all the layers inside each other go out to full length. It's like a matryoshka doll, but a weapon! Yay! And in this fantasy, it folds up nicely with all the pieces roughly the same size, and even though they are hollow the metal is sturdy and has the same weight as if it were made of oak. And the two pieces get carried like a samurai would carry both a wakizashi and a katana, though both pieces would be considerably smaller.

Ultimately, naginata blades are not shaped the same as katana, and therefore wouldn't be drawn from a sheath in the same way. That is, unless you go to swordsmith who comes up with creative solutions for differently shaped blades! If we assume the swordsmiths in KnY cover all the skills necessary for a completed weapon instead of leaving each piece to a different specialist as is typically done irl, then I want to go to the creator of Iguro's sword, who also happens to be the son of the Village Head.

That Fanbook Quiz is something I translated, by the way. You can take it and see which of the five primary Breaths you'd suit.

And!! A thank-you to the Anon who asked me what enhanced sense I'd want, as that got me thinking about tiny flowers with big scents which I love! I finally hit upon a motif that might suit me, and is varied enough to satisfy my indecisiveness! (And anyway, I love when metal inlay is used in tsuba, I from from the get-go that I wanted that.)

Well... you can't choose everything. So there you have it, that is how I would get this tacky collection of a bright red haori not well suited to a Wind Breath user, a delicate and subtle metal naginata, and an amberjack/yellowtail blade.

Here I go on my talented and tacky way:

[wornoutmouse]

Yandere Tanjiro

Manipulation

Everytime I write salty sweet I think of peanut m&m's

Shout out to all my big areola having ass hoes. Pizza platter with the thick marshmallow tall nipples

You were so obvious and you didn't even realize it. Tanjiro doesn't blame you, many people forget how great his sense of smell was. So in the end he found it amusing when your scent would change to arousal and adoration whenever he was around you. In fact it entertained him

At first he thought it was misplaced, you couldn't feel such a thing towards him, that wasn't in your character. But all of his tests gave fruitful results. As he watched you from an unnoticeable distance He was able to confirm that no one ever made your scent change into any romantic auras. Not with Inosuke or Zenitsu. He even tried to see if you had feelings for Nezuko, she was always around him. But once again there was no change.

Even after finding out, he didn't care about this discovery. It wasn't the first time a woman or man alike has had an attraction to him. He knew he was handsome and everyone loves a kind soul. But your feelings weren't going to get him closer to his goal or keep you alive in the long run so he did not address it. That doesn't mean he didn't use it to his advantage though. On many occasions, he'd find himself teasing you subtly about your crush often.

Harmless grazes along your skin, being more extravagant when he fought with Inosuke. A few times he even waited around shirtless just to see you look away from him to hide your embarrassment. The sticky sharp smell that emanated from your body clung to your skin like a cologne. Tanjiro would even say that the smell gave him a bit of a high whenever it would fluctuate from the things he did. 

Getting real close to you with a neutral face to make the arousal spark before committing a distracting act of kindness to make the soft smell of adoration and content swirl and mix into your aura. It was fun for him, almost like a game, and soon it became a routine way of life. After defeating a demon and the buzz of adrenaline dies down, you'd go right back to your bumbling self.

But then like everything Tanjiro has had in life, it is interrupted.

It happened right after you all just barely made it out of fighting the spider family. You and the others were relocated to the infirmary while Tanjiro was put on trial. He was already agitated when Sanemi pushed his filthy sword through Nezuko's flesh. So in an effort to calm himself, he decided that a little bit of teasing would help boost his mood. 

When he finally ran across you again, you were lying in your own room resting. But not alone, one of the Hashira, Uzui Tengen sat by your side telling you stories of his battles and cracking jokes.

This would be fine normally, but the scent emanating from you was annoyingly familiar. You didn't even look at Tanjiro when he walked in and had a genuine look and scent of surprise when you noticed him. "Oh Kamado, what are you doing here?" Your scent still had its tinge of attraction but it had significantly lessened, not by much but enough to annoy him. 

Tengen excused himself when he noticed his presence adding a head pat as he walked past the shorter male. For a moment Tanjiro lost focus and concern invaded your aura as you watched his face contort into one of disgust and unbridled rage. 

Kamado, Since when did you call me that? Why are you giving your attention to a Hashira? What, am I not good enough for you anymore now that you found someone stronger. 

Tanjiro never took you for the power-hungry type, you can't be. No that's not it, Tanjiro adjusts his face again to one of a content smile. "Are you okay?" 

No, you weren't trying to abandon him on purpose. It's his fault partially, he doesn't blame you, his poor sweet naive Y/n. It's understandable that after ignoring your feelings for so long you'd try to move on and save yourself from the pain. But now it was okay, cause Tanjiro would fix it, he'd accept you, cause he was all you needed. "I'm okay, I broke my ankle and wrists." You raise said appendages to the best of your ability to show off your bandages.  

For a second a dark thought crosses Tanjiro's mind. How weak you and flimsy you were,  how easy it would be for one to take advantage of you at this moment. That's why you needed him to protect you. Someone so easy to break and seduce shouldn't be on their own. That's why Tanjiro would accept you, so you could stay close. For your own good.. All you had to give him was your attention and being. 

Tanjiro sighed but for a different reason than you would ever know. If only he could put you in a box too.

B "Luckily I'm not as badly hurt like the rest of you." Tanjiro sat at your side and picked up your limp hands. "I don't know what I would have done if something were to happen to you." A small smile spreads across your face, "You would never lose us Tanjiro, Inosuke would definitely be hard to bring down." 

The attempt to make a joke is invaded as Tanjiro cups your cheek. Rough battle-worn fingertips graze your lips. Tanjiro gazes at them as he speaks, his bottom lip worried by his teeth as his other hand ghosts over your bandaged wounds. It was a perfect performance. One that replicated the emotion of one who wants to make a move but holding themselves back. One that you effortlessly believed. "You don't understand, I don't want to lose you."

Tanjiro stands up and walks towards your door. Just before opening it, he turns with a doleful look on his face. "Rest up okay?" You nod quickly. Lips puckered into an O of surprise. Tanjiro closed the door, his demeanor doing a complete 180. His gaze was calculated and precise. Tanjiro had planted a seed of conflict, and all he had to do was wait till tomorrow to sow it.

You woke up bright and early the next day, wrists sore but thankfully no longer numb. Unthankfully, you were bedridden until your ankle has healed itself correctly. Sitting alone in the dark with nothing but your thoughts was a dreadful way to spend time. However, you didn't want to disturb your friends. "Their life does not revolve around me." Getting sleep was an inviting solution.

A light tap on your door shifts your goal ever so slightly. "Come in!" You try not to look deflated when only a Kakushi boy comes in with a pail of water and new bandage wraps. 

Similarly, Tanjiro was helping around the state trending to his friends. Inosuke was being difficult as usual,  only wanting the springer to fetch him water and tea to feed his sore throat. On multiple occasions, he had to dissuade Zenitsu from trying to propose to random Kakushi women that would help clean his wounds but in the end, it was futile as he returned his infatuation to Nezuko who wistfully stayed in their shared room asleep.

By the time Tanjiro got any time to himself, the evening sun was already setting and most had retired to their own rooms. Heading to your room, Tanjiro thought of ways to get you to succumb faster to his advances. The sound of a door opening made his gaze shift abruptly. His vibrant brown eyes dulled when he saw a Kakushi boy leaving your room again. 

Entering your room was almost as if a joyous bomb had gone off. The smell of happiness was so strong it almost stinked. You didn't notice Tanjiro's soured mood as you observed your room. "He taught me how to make paper butterflies and put them on my ceilings, what do you think?!" He had indeed taught you Tanjiro mused as many of the butterflies had deformed wings of all sorts. "So what brings you here.?" Tanjiro looks back at you with a soft smile. "I just wanted the check-in on you, you must have been bored being cooped up in the room alone all day."

You shook your head, "No Kocho was here with me all day!" Tanjiro bit his tongue but maintained his smile, "Who's Kocho?" You laughed, "The Kakushi boy that just left. He had originally come just to change my wounds but then we got so interested in each other that he never left." With a blissful sigh, you tilt your head and murmur, "I hope he doesn't get into any trouble on the way back." 

Tanjiro is on you in a second, wrists held haphazardly above your head drawing slight sharp pains to your inner elbow. "Tanjiro?" His eyes observe the dark bruises swirling underneath your bandages, your hair slightly matted and in disarray, since you were the only one who knew how to do it. "You're so soft…" Having no reason to leave your room you had remained only partially dressed as a large kimono hung around your figure. Your chest easily being exposed by unnatural movements. "T-Tanjiro?" 

The boy hummed, leaning down to press a slow kiss on your brown nipple. "Say my name again.." You're taken aback by the sudden boldness and the warm feeling on your breast. "Tanjiro, what are you doing?!" He could feel himself becoming harder underneath his robe. Even though he said he was only indulging your crush to keep you near, he couldn't help but notice how sweet your skin tasted underneath his lips. "One more time, say it once again." Tanjiro begins to grind on the leg trapped in between his. He uses his other hand to cup your other boob before biting down on your nipple making you gasp. "Tanjiro!"

Your smell begins to become more lucid and tender at your arousal peaks through the haze. Your moans get airy and each time you say his name it turns more and more into gasps. Tanjiro squeezes down on your chest before traveling to your neck where his teeth sink into the flesh there. You ground yourself by holding onto his wrists. 

Tanjiro peels himself away from you as you go pliant underneath him. ‘This wasn’t the plan.’ Tanjiro removes his robe from around his shoulders exposing his tan skin. He couldn’t focus past your addicting scent and you couldn’t focus past the feeling of his hands fondling your chest. The belt of your kimono is quickly unraveled, “Look at you.”

Tanjiro pulls your undergarments off exposing your body completely. Through the fabric of his robe he thrusts shallowly against your pussy. The fabric rubs against your clit on every thrust. Both sides of the robe are becoming damp. "I haven't even touched you yet and you're already so wet." The smell of sweat and sex floods Tanjiro's nostrils making him more sensitive.

He unwraps his robe the rest of the way, tossing it elsewhere to leave himself completely exposed. Tanjiro felt a sense of pride as he watched your eyes trail over his muscled form. He wasn't buff by any means, but his training in agility and swordsmanship made his body lean and bulked in his arms and legs. "Only look at me."

You let out a surprised gasp when delicately firm hands drag your body down by your calf. Tanjiro uses his fingers to push the skin of your pussy up to force your clit to peek through. His other hand holds the base of his cock and he swirls the tip around your clit. "Tanjiro please, I'm begging you!" 

For a split second a look of unaltered disdain crosses his face before a more loving one takes over. "Your face is so cute, it almost makes me want to tease you more." Yes, that's it, play the part of a doting lover. You flinch the further his cock is pushed into you. Your bodies combine into a pulsating rhythm of jealousy and lust.

You squeeze snuggly around Tanjiro's and he sets a quick pace. Your legs try to curl to your chest but are stopped by Tanjiro's own body cornering you to the wood floor. Tanjiro steadies his breathing on every thrusts until his strokes are as smooth as the water he drinks. Slopping sounds and your pitiful cries equalize around the room. 

Tanjiro knew these walls were thin, in fact he was betting on it. "Y-You're so loud Y/n." You close your mouth at the tease but it doesn't work. Just as you go to cover your mouth you're stopped by a hand and a loving smile, "Dont, I like hearing you feel good." 

You cum, barely suppressing your sounds, hips twitching when Tanjiro cums inside right after you. An unnecessary act but one that could ensure even greater attachment if your body accepted him. 

Expertly playing the role Tanjiro cleans you up with an ever content smile on his face, this time genuine. "You should get some sleep, you'll be more sore than you were this morning." Tanjiro puts his hand on the know before flinching when you call out to him. "Tanjiro?" He doesn't turn around unwilling to force another smile. "Yes?" He can smell your apprehension as it covers the smell of sex. 

"I know its stupid to ask this but could you give me another kiss?" Tanjiro sighs silently, "Of course!" He forces his persona for the last time tonight and heads towards your bed. Halfway there he stops.

L

"Promise me you'll only look at me from now on." You smile giddily, "You're so weird Tanjiro of course I'll only love you." Tanjiro frowns and you fail to notice the space between the two of you growing smaller. "No, that's not good enough. I don't want to see you near that damn Hashira again." And then it happens. It only takes a split second before Tanjiro's face is in front of yours and the cold kiss of his blade presses against your neck.

"You wouldn't want something to happen would you?" You shake your head as he knew you would, "Good girl." Tanjiro has no care for the shocked tears gathering behind your lashes. Greedily he cups the back of your head and forces you into a kiss. All teeth pure spite as he swaps saliva with you. 

"There's your kiss." Without having to pretend any longer he drops his smile. The sinister complex of a perceived hero shining through dark eyes. He looks you up and down once again, fingers tapping along his blackened blade before taking his leave.

[cope-to-anime]

Could I please get a demon slayer matchup, thank you for the opportunity!

I go by the name of Nex, I'm 5'8 tall, an Istp, Capricorn, ADHD filled with severe social anxiety. I have really short brown hair, brown eyes and I'm mixed.

I absolutely love drawing and making up Ocs (Original characters). I also have a huge obsession with Pokémon, I collect Pokémon plushies, clothes, books, cards and literally anything you can imagine. Cats are my absolute favourite animal and I own 3 that mean the world to me!

I'm kinda childish and I have the habit of constantly daydreaming or dozing off if I'm bored or sometimes completely randomly. I'm often called really lazy but I just struggle to find motivation for most things. I'm usually Very calm but if someone pushes me around too much I will physically fight them without no warning.

I bite when showing affection (only if the person doesn't mind) I'm not used to getting compliments so if someone compliments me I'll be extremely shy and flustered but deny it.

(I think I might be a tsundere lmao)

And again thank you for the opportunity! I hope you have a great day

(( hi! thank you so much for requesting! I hope you enjoy this : > ))

I'll match you Shinazugawa Genya!

I think Genya wouldn't really take a fancy at you at first. To be fair, he doesn't fancy anyone that easily. You meet in a already set-up situation, like being seated next to each other in class or being groupmates for a project. He's the same awkward bean he is and he doesn't really know how to approach you about how to do this and that but he'll get to it.

When he catches you daydreaming he'd muster up the courage to ask what you're thinking about both because he's curious and because he's a little worried that you might be feeling unwell. Behind that hard shell is a really soft and caring young man who wants friends.

If you open up to him he'll listen to everything you say. Your interests will more or less also be his interests, as well. You'll get him into character making and Pokemon. I think he'd really like ghost type pokemons.

Bonus: Since you're almost the same height as Genya sooner or later either Tanjiro, Inosuke, or Zenitsu would point out that you two look good together. Genya would get all flustered saying you guys are just good friends but he can't deny that the thought of being more than friends with you has crossed his mind. He'd blush even harder because of it.