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wisteriadaydreams · 1 year

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Hey hey! Yandere Tanjiro definitely has the unintentional habit of sneaking up on you. At times he just approaches you from behind while you’re working and too busy to notice him coming, then looks over your shoulder to check at what you’re doing and he accidentally gives you a jumpscare? He’s so apologetic about it too, you can’t stay mad at him, it’s not his fault you’re so adorable when scared, so much so that he wants to gobble you up

TO BE ENAMORED

pairing: Kamado Tanjirō x gn!reader

genre: fluff, ig?

words: 1.4k (of Tanjirō simping for you)

tw: soft yandere

a/n: soft yandere Tanjirō is where it's at

Tanjirō has been taught many things during his training. How to breath properly, to bring his body beyond its breaking point, to always be alert and clear-headed in any situation. To learn how to reduce his presence in the face of danger and to keep his footing light so that they cannot easily detect his movements.

He has always regarded these tidbits and knowledge gained from his mentors and previous experiences as only ever most useful in his Demon Slayer career.

How his heart fluttered when he realized he can use them when it comes to you.

He first saw you when he was first taken to the Butterfly Estate on the back of a Kakushi, and though he was in excruciating pain, nothing could stop him from being dumbstruck by your appearance. You seemed to be veiled by a halo of light, which even paled in comparison to your radiance. You fussed over him with worry, the genuine concern you showed to a complete stranger like him made a pool of sunfire burn low in his stomach.

You were quick to direct them to an empty bed, getting to work and coordinating with the others easily like you've done this all your life. When you touched his skin, liquid lightning rushed through his veins, causing goosebumps to rise on his body. You treated his wounds and bandaged him up with a caring hand that made his heart stutter, but nothing could compare to when you crouched down closer to inspect something, giving him a full whiff of your scent. It filled his mind intoxicatingly, and for a moment he was sure he just had an out of body experience, his brain all mushy and fuzzy. If his bones weren't broken, he would've prop himself up to get another inhale.

The next day, he was reassured that it wasn't all a pain-induced hallucination when he saw you greet him with a gorgeous smile while giving him his medicine.

Tanjirō was completely smitten, even if he didn't know it yet.

Over the next few days, he greedily sought out any piece of information about you, even for things as trivial as whether you are right or left-handed, or even how you like to take your tea in the morning. The best time of the day for him is when you would come to bring him medicine and check on his bandages, the giddy smile not leaving his face even when it hurts when you touch his wounds.

(He will deny it if asked, but Zenitsu can attest to the fact that the burgundy-haired boy is noticeably less chipper if someone else came in.)

Rehabilitation training was grueling, but made exponentially better by your mere presence. His skin erupts into goosebumps every time he's able to catch up to you in the game of tag, butterflies swirling around his stomach when he grabs a hold of your wrist. He also managed to stop your attacks during the reflex test, but refrained from splashing the medicine water in your face out of guilt.

(Needless to say, he wasn't that happy when the next time, he was partnered with Kanao when the others saw his progress.)

His eyes are on you whenever you're with the others, a strange feeling coiling around his heart — intense like wildfire, a darkness that encroaches into his mind and make his gaze burn like an inferno.

(He aches to be by your side.)

No matter, he already has your scent committed into his memory, fused so deeply into a part of his soul that not even amnesia can erase it from him. He uses it to look for you in this maze of an estate, easily being able to locate you whether you're in the kitchen, the garden, or even the storage room.

There's truly not a corner that you can hide from him.

Tanjirō wouldn't hesitate to lend you a hand in whatever you're doing, swiftly waving away your protests with a smile as he plucks whatever you're holding into his hands. There have been times when he has been able to convince you to accompany you to town, his heart soaring at the idea of being able to spend more time with you.

He keeps these moments with you close to his heart, unwilling to share them with his friends. And though he adores the way you spend time with Nezuko, he has become greedy for instances when it's just the two of you alone. It's already hard enough to steal a moment alone when you're so busy, so it infuriates bothers him whenever someone interrupt. But what he truly savors are the moments before you've become aware of his presence, when he can simply look at you and soak in every little detail about you.

He drinks in the sight of you like it's the water that he needs to survive, every movement captures his attention like a leash that refuses to let go. Even if he were to stand in front of the most beautiful sight in the world, his eyes would only be on you.

Never has he been more grateful for his training, for he can take every opportunity to stand so close to you that your natural scent invades his senses, pulling him into a dream so bewitching that he is left with one singular thought.

You.

Your hands could be covered with rice flour, your cheeks could be smeared with dirt from the garden, your hair could be plastered to your sweaty face, flushed red from the heat. You could be freshly waking up, strands of hair sticking out all over the place, your eyes groggy and hazy, and he would still think of you as the most stunning person who ever existed.

He cares not if whatever you're doing is the most mundane work in the world, Tanjirō just loves watching you. He just loves how your eyebrows would scrunch together in concentration, or how occasionally you would hum something under your breath — your voice clear like the mountain stream, like a blessing straight from the gods.

You have him all wrapped around your finger.

And don't get him started on how you would react when you finally realized he's there.

"Tanjirō-kun!" You nearly jumped out of your body when you notice the red-headed boy behind you. "How long have you been standing there."

"Not long," he says innocently. Though he always feels a little guilty about scaring you, your reaction is so adorable that he can't help it sometimes. You're like a cute, jittery bunny with your eyes all wide open in shock. "I'm sorry, did I scare you?"

"No, no, it's okay. I guess I just wasn't paying attention." You wave it off, somehow never being able to blame him when he's that sincere. Surely he's not actively sneaking up on you. And although it seems he has an ability to find you wherever you are, it's probably all a coincidence, right?

"What are you working on?"

Your shoulders slack. You really can't be mad at him when he's bouncing on his feet, truly interested in whatever you're doing, giving you the kind of attention that you're unaccustomed to from the other Demon Slayers. They're all grateful for the care that you provided them (more or less), but few have taken their time to get to know you as someone more than a caretaker. It feels refreshing (and almost exhilarating) to be seen, to have someone take notice of you,

As for Tanjirō...well, let's just say no one can take his attention away in that moment except for you. It is a true skill, really, to be able to simultaneously pay attention to everything that you said and indulge in his thoughts. Surely you wouldn't mind if he stands just a little closer, right?

He wonders if he will be able to find the courage to hold your hand one day. To have you all to himself with nobody interrupting. To let him hug you tight and bury his nose in the crook of your neck. Perhaps even to kiss you...

A delightful shiver crawls down his spine, lighting up his insides like fireworks and bringing a drunken blush to his cheeks.

'Oh,' Tanjirō thinks while looking at you tenderly, 'That day will come, I'll make sure of it.'

After all, Tanjirō is nothing but obsessed determined.

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mxzan · 1 year

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𝚰𝐙𝐀 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃

(NO NSFW) (YANDERE CONTENT: 13+) kimetsu no yaiba—

kamado bond — yandere muzan/tanjirō: headcannons, pt-1, pt-2, pt-3

yoriichi's sister — yandere muzan headcannons

muzan's daughter — yandere yoriichi headcannons

past, present, future — yandere gyutaro

blue spider lily — yandere tanjirō

butterfly estate — yandere dōma

peacekeeper — yandere kokushibo and yoriichi

stranger things—

harry potter—

attack on titan—

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nayrring · 3 years

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When he is a momma's boy with long pretty hair (that every girl is jealous of) who can't spell shit, and love to beat anyone & anything as a hobby ♡

Bonus: when he uses his blonde friend as a punching bag 💪

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ransprang · 2 years

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hihi!! i was wondering if i could get a romantic, sfw match up for demon slayer and ouran high school host club? male or female works! some stuff about my personality is that i’m really sensitive, and i use humor to cope with my trauma. i tend to apologize a lot and i have bad social anxiety. i’m really energetic once i get close to people though! i like to draw, read and sing. honestly my type is basically anyone, but i’m better with flirty or smart / sarcastic people. i hate it when my s/o will ignore me, and my love language is touch!!

your demon slayer match up is........Tanjiro!!

SFW

To an extent I think even he uses humour and joy to compensate his sadness. Since you use humour to cope too, he will notice instantly and try to make it better.

You're polite and believe in apologising, a virtue Tanjiro will appreciate a lot. Since he does not believe in hurting other people and always sympathises even with demons.

He will help you cope with social anxiety by telling you that you're not less than anyone else. everyone is kind and gentle so you have nothing to be afraid of while interacting with strangers.

Tanjiro hangs out with Zenitsu and Inosuke on a daily basis, I think he can handle your energy and hyper ass very easily. He will even make you feel comfortable.

You're really artistic and Tanjiro will find looking at your drawings or hearing you sing very calming. Whenever he is distressed he will ask you to sing him to sleep.

He may not be super flirty but he can sure bag a girl if he really wanted to. He might even flirt back a little when you hit on him.

His father had like 50 children i think his love language might be touch too if that trait is heredity.

your OHSHC match up is........Kyoya!!

SFW

tw: mention of death

Yours and Kyoyas relationship would take a while to develop. It would be a slow burn. But once it gets going, the relationship will burn so hard that it'll burn the host club.

He sometimes enjoys when Kaoru and Hikaru bully you about your social anxiety. He secretly hopes it makes you open up more.

Initially he would view you as a pawn. After you open up, his interest in you will blossom. He appreciates your intelligence and sharp wit.

Kyoya wouldn't really care about you being sensitive, and you may not like him for that. But once he starts caring about you, him being super observant would make sure you're always comfortable.

He likes that you can draw. He'll teach you how to draw the most beautiful economic and accounting charts for the host club.

Kyoya ain't touching you so you can starve & d1e. He'll probably give you permission to touch him though.

your not-so-smart girls,

admins sav, san & sar

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deescade · 3 years

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Demon Slayer (yandere ver.) click and drag game!

warnings: flashing images, Yandere behavior (stalking, kidnapping, killing)

Game notes • How to Play

Please use a browser other than Google Chrome to play because the GIFs always lock onto their first frame on Chrome. Safari and Firefox work, please try those

If you're on mobile, screenshot the GIFs either as a set or individually

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jackrrabbit · 4 years

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Sleepless /// Tanjiro x f!reader (18+)

Request: Hi!! I'm not entirely sure on how to request since this is my first time EVER requesting something here on tumblr 😳😳 so im not sure if im doing this right,,,but um,,,,could you do a soft dom! tanjiro kamado x reader nsfw??? (he's aged up of course)

A/N: Y’all I’ve been working on this practically since I made this gd blog…idk why it took so long since I LOVE the concept. Reader is a traumatized bby who just needs her kitty licked ✊😔 and honestly same

Tags/warnings: soft dom, daddy vibes but without the ‘daddy’ (onii-chan vibes?), brief mentions of past demon violence & PTSD, fluff?, historical inaccuracies probably, reader is implied to be inexperienced, mild overstimulation, lowkey yandere lowkey romantic who knows, all characters are adults

It starts out with little things. Harmless things. Tanjiro sees you barely ate anything at dinner, and later that night he comes to your bedroom with a plate of food for you. “You should eat,” he tells you.

“I’m not hungry,” you say, almost a little petulantly. The food looks good and you know he’s trying to be nice, but you’re not a child. You can take care of yourself, and even when you can’t it’s not his job to do it for you.

“Eat,” he says again softly. It’s not a command. It’s like he already knows you’re going to eat, and he’s just patiently waiting for you to give in.

You pick up the chopsticks and eat the food he prepared for you. All of it. Tanjiro sits there and watches and then when you’re done, he smiles at you and pats your head and takes the plate away. You think it’s weird, but the next morning you don’t question it. He’s a big brother to everyone—doesn’t it make sense that he would want to make sure you’re eating enough?

He probably can’t help it.

You decide you’re going to let it slide, until a few days later after breakfast with him and the others when Tanjiro pulls you aside and holds your face in his hands and tells you you’re looking a little tired lately—are you getting enough sleep?

The truth is that you aren’t. You want to deny it, but somehow you have a hard time lying to him. “I used to sleep with my siblings in our bed, so it’s hard to fall asleep since…” since the demon who made you an orphan murdered them. “And, you know. Nightmares.”

Tanjiro understands. Of course he understands! He used to have five younger siblings, did you know that? Now Nezuko has her own room and the rest…well, you’ve heard the story. It’s hard to fall asleep when you’re by yourself, isn’t it? He’s been there.

“How many hours are you sleeping every night? On average?”

You’re trying too hard to ignore the brush of his callused fingertips over your cheekbones, so you tell him the truth without meaning to. “Um, like four hours? On a good day?”

His eyes go wide and suddenly both of his hands are wrapped around one of yours and squeezing, maybe a little too tight. “Is that the truth, (Y/N)? Four hours is too little. Sleep deprivation isn’t good for you.”

“I know, but—”

“No. The next time you have trouble getting to sleep, I want you to come to my room.” You open your mouth to mount a denial, but he frowns and cuts you off. “Promise me. Okay? It’s really bad for your health, so promise.”

And once again, you say yes even though you don’t want to.

It’s fine. It’ll be fine, you think. You’ll just pretend you’re sleeping better. Tonight you’ll lay in bed with your eyes open and stare at the ceiling and try to listen to your own breathing, in and out and in and out, and hope it drowns out the memories that stick fast in your head whenever you’re by yourself. Then when you’ve been laying in the dark for a few hours, you’ll finally fall asleep and all your nightmares will play out in technicolor and you’ll do your best to be quiet so you don’t wake anyone else up and in the morning you’ll splash cold water on your face to make your eyes less puffy and pinch your cheeks to get some color in them and it’ll be fine.

You can take care of yourself. You have to, since everyone else is gone. So you’re not sure why, when the sun goes down and you’re looking into the face of another sleepless night, you find yourself knocking on the door of Tanjiro’s bedroom.

Maybe it’s just that he made you promise. You hate breaking your promises.

He lets you in, the half-asleep affect mixing with the same caring, serene look as always (and it’s a little insulting that he’s not surprised at all). Tanjiro sits on the bed first and you can’t help staring at him in the flickering orange lamplight. He’s more muscular than you remembered, and taller than when you first met. He can play the role of a big brother all he likes, but he’s still an adult. A man. And he’s not family.

“I don’t know if this is a good idea,” you say, fidgeting with the sleeve of your shirt.

“It’s okay, (Y/N),” Tanjiro murmurs as he lies down, his voice still scratchy with sleep. Somehow it relaxes you. He just has that way about him—when he says it’s okay, it feels okay.

Tanjiro pats the spot on the bed next to him. It looks really warm, and there’s a winter chill in the air even though it’s only September. It’s a bed made for one person, but Tanjiro—ever considerate—has moved over to one side to make space for you.

“Come on. Come sleep,” he instructs in that soft, non-demanding way of his. So you sit down on the edge of the bed and (carefully, carefully, like you’re making your way into a hot bath) fold your legs and pull the covers over you so you’re lying next to him. The bed is even warmer than you thought it’d be. Tanjiro radiates heat—he’s so warm, you think, how fitting—and then before you know it you’re drifting into the first dreamless sleep you’ve been afforded in a very long time.

That first night, you sleep with a good six inches of space between the two of you. You don’t want to touch him, don’t want to cross that invisible boundary—at first. But it doesn’t matter, because every time you wake up next to him, you’re curled up to his side like a puppy seeking warmth. It’s not like he minds. Judging from the gentle smile on his face when he wakes you up in the morning (and tells you that you should go back to your room before anyone notices you’re not there) he likes it.

Never again, you think. No way. But you haven’t had a good night’s sleep in so long, and it’s nice to be well-rested for once, and the next evening you only lie in your bed for fifteen minutes before you’re knocking on Tanjiro’s door again, silently asking if you can take advantage of his kind nature for just one more night.

He says yes. Of course he does. So you sleep next to Tanjiro again, you keep half a foot of space between you again, and you wake up hugging him. Again. And then you do it the next night, and the next night, sleeping beside Tanjiro over and over until you no longer bother trying to leave room between your body and his.

Is this okay? you wonder sometime around the two-week mark. It’s the longest you’ve gone without having nightmares since the demon came. Sometimes you think you’re betraying your loved ones by trying not to think about their deaths; letting yourself off easy while they suffered. You tell this to Tanjiro while the two of you are lying back to back under his blanket, quietly enough that (you hope) if he’s already sleeping you won’t wake him.

He hears you, and he turns around and lays his arm around your waist. “Don’t be silly…of course they wouldn’t want you to be unhappy.”

“But how do you know?”

“I know.” Tanjiro’s voice is half muffled by your hair, but it’s steady. “You believe me, don’t you.”

You do.

“Don’t think about that anymore.” His hold on your waist gets a little bit tighter, arms a little bit less forgiving.

“I won’t,” you say, hoping that the promise will be enough. The two of you fall asleep like that, and when you wake up in the morning it’s the first time ever that you haven’t moved in the night.

As if it wasn’t enough to be spending every night together, at some point you start to dream about him too. Usually it’ll just be a flash or a snippet that you barely remember once you wake—the reassuring tone of his voice, a smell like a campfire, or a few notes of laughter—but tonight you’re watching him train in the courtyard. In the dream, he moves through his forms with inhuman grace, position to position to position, balanced with perfect agility like he’s a dancer and not a swordsman. With how beautiful it is, you can almost forget the raw power behind his movement, the strength that has subjugated more demons than you care to know.

He pauses to stretch, rolling his shoulders back, and you notice that he’s shirtless (which is how you know it’s a dream). Tanjiro’s arms flex as he raises the blade into position, and the sun shimmers over the thin sheen of sweat on his chest. He looks ethereal like this, and as you sit on the porch and watch him, you feel heat stir inside of you that has nothing to do with the sunlight.

Tanjiro, you call out softly. He looks around to you, deep red eyes resting on yours, and whips the blade down to replace it in its sheath.

Can I come closer? The grass is cool and wet under your bare feet as you pad lightly into the courtyard toward him. You can taste the humid summer air in your mouth. Fingers tangle themselves in your hair, tilting your head up to meet his.

Tanjiro…

“(Y/N)?”

Tanjiro’s voice cuts through the dream and you scrunch your eyes shut, reluctant to leave the dream world where he wants to touch you, not out of pity or because he thinks it’s his duty to take care of you but because he wants to. But it’s too late—his hand is on your shoulder, gently shaking you out of your slumber. “(Y/N)? You said my name.”

“Sorry, I…sorry.”

“What were you dreaming about?”

He kissed you, in your dream. Now that you’re looking at the real version, your cheeks feel warm…and so does that same spot below your belly. Suddenly the room feels uncomfortably hot, and you wish you weren’t trapped under the covers with Tanjiro. You shift your legs to try and get a little more air between the two of you, but the heat persists.

“I think I should go back to my room.” You must be sweating—you feel damp for some reason. He’s too close.

Tanjiro ignores you. “Can you tell me what you were dreaming about?”

“I—you,” you admit. “You were training.”

“And?”

“And…I don’t know. It’s kind of warm in here, isn’t it? I think I’ll just…” You push the cover aside and sit up, but before you can get yourself off the bed, Tanjiro is tugging you back down, holding to the mattress so he can hover over you in that way he likes.

“Tell me,” he says to you, voice as firm as it is gentle. Sleep-mussed locks of red hair flop over his forehead but his face is serious, and you can’t look away.

“You kissed me,” you whisper.

That takes him by surprise. You can tell by the way his eyes widen, but his hold on you doesn’t ease up. You want to die. Why did you say that? He’ll think you’re disgusting, sleeping next to him in his bed and having perverted dreams about him. Why couldn’t you have just lied? Why can’t you ever lie to him?

“I’m going back to my bedroom.” You try to project more confidence than you actually feel, but there’s no use. Tanjiro doesn’t seem like he’s going to let you get away from him any time soon.

He’s straddling your body carefully, one elbow folded next to your head while his other hand comes up to stroke your cheek. “Your face is all red.”

“You’re…you’re too close.”

“I don’t think I’m close enough. You have goosebumps, look...” Tanjiro folds up the sleeve of your sleep shirt, exposing your arms to view. “…here…and here, too…”

His hands are wandering further down to the hem of the shirt, pushing it up so slowly and gently that you’re not even sure it’s happening until you feel him stroking over your belly. It’s true, you do have goosebumps. It feels like every hair on your body is standing on end. “Tanjiro…?”

“I guess you haven’t been able to touch yourself, since we’ve been sleeping together. That kind of repression is bad for your health. Even I’ve been a little…frustrated.”

Your mind has to work overtime to understand what he’s telling you as he strokes over your stomach and onto the sensitive skin of your sides, and then up to the flesh covering your ribs. His thumb teases over the underside of one of your breasts for a second, but the shock must have shown on your face because he retreats immediately.

“I’m not. I’m not frustrated,” you say, knowing he won’t believe you.

Tanjiro shakes his head in dismissal. “I don’t think that’s true, (Y/N).”

What are you supposed to say? Of course it’s not true. But admitting that you’ve been feeling heated around him lately would ruin everything, so refuse to say it. “I…I don’t know what to say…”

“You don’t have to say it. Can I prove it to you?”

What does he mean? Your head jerks up and down in acquiescence. You barely have to wait a moment before Tanjiro’s hands are slipping down your sides to the waistband of your pants and tugging them down over your hips. A tap on your hipbones prompts you to lift your hips and let him remove the clothing, not that you know why you’re complying so blindly.

Just like you always do.

Is he still trying to take care of you? Putting himself in a caretaker’s role because he thinks you need him? This is going a little far, too far maybe, but you can’t deny you want this. The heat of his body is no longer stifling—instead, it feels like it’s pulling you into him.

When your pants are out of the way, Tanjiro reaches into your underwear and dabs against your slit. It’s not until you feel his finger sliding between the puffy lips of your cunt that you realize how wet you are…and of course he can feel it too. Your knees jerk together to try and push him away from you but he’s unfazed, his touch steadily becoming more intrusive as he seeks out the syrupy dampness from your pussy.

“What am I feeling right now? I want you to tell me.”

“You’re—you’re touching me?” you gasp out.

“And you’re all wet. You can’t tell me you haven’t been frustrated when you’re getting this wet with just my fingers.” At this, you feel him prodding deeper into your pussy and stretching you open.

“Nn—okay, fine! Fine!” The words come out of you in a rapid burst, and you finally muster up the resolve to push Tanjiro away from you by his shoulders. “I’ll go back to my room and deal with it, okay? You don’t have to do it for me.”

“I don’t know. I don’t think I can trust you to take care of this problem by yourself. You’ve been lying to me about your needs.”

You wish he wasn’t able to be so calm while you feel like your entire face is on fire. He pulls his hand out of your panties and backs up on the bed so his torso is framed between your legs. “Can you let me help you, (Y/N)? Let me take care of you.”

You lick your lips without realizing you’re doing it, and Tanjiro’s eyes follow the motion. You can barely comprehend what he’s asking. You want it. You want his hands on you; you want to be taken care of in the way he’s offering. But whether or not you can actually ask for it is another story. “Tanjiro…”

“You need this. I know you do.” He skims his palm over your bare thigh in a soothing motion that, oddly enough, puts your barbed nerves a fraction at ease. “I want you to be honest with me about what you need.”

It’s too much. The warmth of his body so tantalizingly close to yours, his shadowed eyes searching yours for a response you don’t know how to give him…and the sticky mess in your panties. Tanjiro’s giving you a free pass to get something you’ve wanted for longer than you can comfortably admit to yourself, and you’re not sure you could deny him if you tried. What can you tell him except the truth? “I want you. I need you.”

“Good girl. See how good it feels to be honest?” Tanjiro bows down and mouths over your pussy through the wet spot on your panties.

It’s not the honesty that feels good, you think as his tongue pads at you through the fabric.

Too impatient to wait another second to taste you, Tanjiro nudges your rear up and slides your panties down your legs. As soon as you kick the undergarment off your feet, he’s pulling your thighs back apart and curling his thickly-muscled arms around them to hold you securely as his head dips back down to your bare pussy. He wastes no time in laving his tongue over your slit and up to the button at the top.

The sensation of this hot, wet muscle pressing up against your most private area is…weird, to say the least. You’ve never felt anything like this—to be honest, you don’t even know exactly what Tanjiro’s doing. When you think about what’s actually happening on this bed—your (friend? partner? bedmate? crush?) ally has his mouth angled between your legs and is licking your pussy—you think you might spontaneously combust. You’ve never felt anything like this before, and however strange the feeling is, you’re more than aware of your hips grinding up toward Tanjiro just so you can feel more of it.

“Here, let me help…” Tanjiro effortlessly lifts you to place a pillow under your lower back, and then moves back down to continue his relentless licking, this time at a new angle that allows him full access to every millimeter of your raw cunt. He’s eating you out like your pussy is the last meal he’ll ever have.

And how can he help it? You taste so good, so sweet on his lips and over his tongue. You must have been in so much pain lying next to him every night with your desire leaking out between your thighs. Just thinking about is making heat rise low in his groin, and his grip on you is getting tighter by the second. How awful that you tried to keep this to yourself…it was remiss of him not to realize before tonight that you needed him so badly.

But it’s going to be alright, because judging from the muffled noises you’re making, every swipe of his tongue licking up your slit is more than making it up to you.

You probably don’t realize how much your hips are wiggling under his minstrations. He barely has to exert any effort to keep you still, but the way you keep trying you push yourself closer to him is enticing, not to mention the way you’re trying (and failing) to keep your voice down through your moans.

“Tanjiro…T-Tanjiro,” you whimper. It’s like you can’t think of anything except for his name. All of your attention is focused on the pressure building up deep in your core, each stroke of his tongue over your clit taking you higher and higher. You feel tense…wound up so tightly that you have to bite the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from letting the shallow puffs of air turn into full-fledged cries.

Just like that, please, please… You think the words rather than saying them, even though you want to. It’s too humiliating to be begging Tanjiro for more while he’s already giving you more than you deserve, but it’s almost like he heard you anyway, because his tongue writhes down across your clit again and your back arches up off the bedspread.

Your thighs twitch around his head, trying involuntarily to hold him down. He just chuckles and keeps you firmly in place, and his voice hums out over your pussy making feel even more wild. “Please, I’m—I’m cumming…” Your voice trails off and you crush the heels of your palms into your face to cover up your expression while the wave of pleasure hits you so hard you think you might faint.

Tanjiro doesn’t stop. You’re crying out in whimpers so high-pitched he can barely hear them, but he doesn’t stop. The delicate muscles in your pussy are throbbing under his tongue, but he doesn’t stop licking until you’re almost crying, panting out “it’s too much it’s too much, please Tanjiro” and pushing his head away with your hand.

When he finally pulls away, his hair is tangled and disarrayed from where you’ve been running your hands through it, and his mouth and jaw are shining wet. Tanjiro licks his lips and if you didn’t feel shaky before…you do now.

It takes a second for the power of thought to return to you, but when it does you just sigh weakly and flop back down onto the bed. Tanjiro’s next to you before you hit the pillow, and he grips your jaw with one hand to angle your head to meet his, and—

He’s kissing you. He’s actually kissing you. His lips are surprisingly soft over yours, but as usual there’s an unnecessary degree of pressure attached to the contact that has you sinking deeper into your blankets under his force. You can detect the lush, slightly bitter taste of your arousal coating the inside of his mouth as his tongue (skillful as ever) traces over yours. Tanjiro is kissing you, and it’s a hundred times better than any dream you could come up with on your own, so you kiss back.

It takes him a long moment to break the kiss, long enough that your lungs are pleading for air by the end of it. When his lips leave yours, a thin trail of saliva connects the two of you until it breaks and drips down your chin.

“Tanjiro…” You search for the right words, but what are you supposed to say at a time like this? “I…what did we just do?”

“Shh, don’t worry.” Tanjiro leans in again, this time just to press a chaste kiss to your forehead. “I’m going to take good care of you, okay?”

You take a moment and then duck your head into a nod. It doesn’t make any sense—how does he do that?—but once he says it’s okay it always is.

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kikyan · 3 years

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Yandere Tanjiro Kamado Headcanons

These are my interpretations of his persona and none of these are 100% accurate. I don’t condone any of these actions in real life and all of this is purely fictional.

This is my first demon slayer headcanon so THANK YOU ANON. Anyway’s starting off, Tanjiro in my opinion would be my preferred yandere from this universe. Like some anime, we are introduced to his family and in the first episode they die and he is left with his sister, Nezuko who is a demon. The whole anime is about him following a journey to become a demon slayer, find a potential cure for his sister, and slay the one who slew his family. I see Tanjiro as overprotective, possessive, and manipulative.

Overprotective. This is set in a universe where demons exist and they eat people. This is essentially set in a ‘survival’ land so without a doubt, Tanjiro would be overprotective of his S/O. Making sure that they are safe from the demons and any potential harm. If he ever leaves for missions he’ll ensure his and his s/o safety. If his S/O is part of the slaying corps, he’d definitely fight close to you to help you and aid. If his S/O is a normal civilian, he’d check up on them from time to time in between his mission to ensure that no demon has disturbed them. While demons are the main issue, he’d also make sure that no other human would mean them any harm. If his S/O is a demon, he’ll ensure that no one attempts to kill them and will plead their case to Ubuyashiki.

Possessive. He lost his family and Nezuko is the only one he has now. Throughout the anime and most recent movie (NO SPOILERS WILL BE MENTIONED), his determination and kindness do not waver. It’s clear that once Tanjiro meets someone and even without meeting them if they are kind he’ll be the same to them. When he killed the female spider demon and saw that she regretted her life, he gave her a painless death. While killing demons, he has a remorseful face especially when a sad scent overtakes them. He is very kind and compassionate, but I know for a fact that he would love having someone treat him in the same light.

His S/O is someone he admires and has helped him or others in any way since he sees past flaws. He is scared that his S/O will be taken from him either by death or someone else. Not everyone is kind, he knows that firsthand. His S/O could be lured and hurt, or worse, killed. On top of that, this is a mini headcanon for those with a similar personality. At some point, we long to be treated and loved the same way. Whether it be because it’s only natural or because we start to realize that we’ve taken care of those who do not care. He’d want his S/O to be with him constantly, after all, it’s the only way he can ensure their safety. Want’s them to know and meet Nezuko, it would mean a lot to him if you saw his determination and efforts. If you appreciated him. It’s that he longs for someone to take care of him, even for just a second. His S/O is his, his priority, and his responsibility. His and his only.

Manipulative. I don’t see him being this at first, but he’ll start to notice the effects and use it against you. Use what? His sob story, his kindness, his actions, his love. His story makes one weep and understand his resolve. Wanting to support him in any way. His kindness, not a lot of people have that so to find it, it’s rare. His actions show his resolve and determination, they are unwavering. His love, it’s pure and lovely. It’s just that Tanjiro is practically perfect, yet perfectly flawed as well. Sadly, he’d also unconsciously make you depend on him. You need him, let’s call it added security. You’re really going to leave him? After everything, he’s done? You’re never going to find someone like that ever again. It’s the fact that Tanjiro can do no wrong that makes you question, “am I making the right choice?”

Danger level? 3/10. He has the strength to do something but I don’t think he would do anything too extreme. It’s more of the possession and manipulation. All he wants to do is be with you and Nezuko. He loves you a lot and while you’ll have more freedom with him because he isn’t crazy possessive. He’ll monitor who you’re talking to and what is being said, it’s just because he cares a lot. I know these are a bit over the place but long story short, he loves you a lot. He puts your safety over him and he may be a bit overbearing with it. He’s not afraid to back his actions with his personality or life story, making his S/O question if they are making the right choices.

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rexxcolt1 · 3 years

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🐷Life

#demon slayer #inoske #tanjiro #kamado tanjirō #demon slayer inosuke #yandere inosuke #horror manga #anime #manga anime #anime gif #anime music #mangaart #shojo manga #shonen

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myloumeti · 4 years

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Yandere Demon Tanjiro! But if you can't do that then do normal Yandere Tanjiro. Or Yandere Muzan!

(oohohohohoh many good ideas here, sorry for taking a while, hope you enjoy! there will be a demon slayer fic soon hopefully ;) also in this demon tanjiro is basically in the same situation as nezuko i.e. like not talking much, can change size, sleeps a lot)

You were walking through the forest on your way home when you heard a rustling near you. Tanjiro, though a demon, doesn't seem to have any aggression towards you, in fact he walks up to you in his tiny form and starts hugging your legs. He doesn’t sense any hostility from you so now he does it whenever he sees you walk past his domain.

His connection to you only strengthens by your lack of boundaries towards him. Eventually, he becomes aggressive towards anyone he’s smelled on you. He shows his aggression by baring his teeth and growling at them. One night, as you were walking home on the same path as always, he refused to let you leave. He started crying and held on tightly to your legs.

After lots of prying, you brought him with you to your home, where you’d previously lived alone. This only makes his attachment worse. He takes to sleeping in your bed for long periods of time. Everything went relatively well, until one day a demon slayer showed up in town. There had been reports of mysterious disappearances on the outskirts of town - namely, where you lived.

They approached your home and demanded to be let in, claiming they felt the presence of a demon inside. When you refused, their agitation grew and they began questioning you about your loyalty to the human race. Unbeknownst to either of you, the demon slayer’s raised voice woke Tanjiro from his sleep and alerted him of the threat.

Minutes later, Tanjiro is pulling you through the forest in the darkness of the night, taking you as far from the village as possible.

#demon slayer #yandere demon slayer #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere tanjiro #demon tanjiro #tanjiro #tanjirou #demon slayer x reader #kamado tanjirō #kamado tanjiro x reader #lowkey got into this and might make a full length fic on it

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pianocat939 · 3 years

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Can I request yandere tanjiro??

Of course you can! Tanjirō is extremely easy for me to write for so this will be fun~

General Yandere Hcs

Tanjirō Kamado

• Tanjirō overall is delusional, overprotective, and is loving. Basically one of the best yanderes out there. (At least for me)

• Since he’s lost most of his family he’ll be overprotective with you in just about everything. For example, you might be walking to the market and he’ll be hovering over you the entire way. (This takes place during the 1920s era/aka canon time/Taisho era)

• He dislikes you going out in general, scared a demon or a bad person might take you away. Due to this dislike, he either makes excuses or goes with you.

• Remember how I explained he was delusional? Well, he’s mainly delusional about two things. One, your ability to not being able to take care of yourself and two, how he’s your lover.

• He thinks you’re completely helpless and need him to do everything. It can range from cooking food or dressing you himself. It’s ok, he knows you think you’re a burden for not being able to do this but he doesn’t mind! He doesn’t mind at all...

• I can see him just seeing you walk back home one day and he’s like, that’s my future waifu lmao. Anyways, he also thinks you two were made for each other, and how you guys are dating/married when you’re truly not.

• “Tanjirō, for the last time we’re not dating!” “But we are.”

• He’ll be touching you in some form a lot of the time. Whether it’s holding your hand or wrapping his limbs around your body while in the futon he will be giving you physical affection.

• Let’s say Nezuko is still in her demon form during this time. She’ll be like your emotional support pet/sister/friend. Give her affection and Tanjirō will be all over you.

• I swear to god this man will feed you lots of noodles, like just different types of Japanese noodles. (I’m gonna list out all the ones that are eaten the most) He cooks udon, soba, ramen, somen, hiyashichuka, maybe even yakisoba!

• Humorous headcanon: “Here, I made you a 6 different type of noodles bowl!” The food, was just different colored noodles all mixed in a warm broth, it looked good but the formation of it was just weird... “Yeah, thanks Tanjirō.” *Proceeds to slide bowl to boar child*

• He’ll let both Zenitsu and Inosuke be around you however they have to be careful, or nice boi might give them a headbutt. “TANJIROOOOOOO OWEWWWWWENRFJFNGK!!!”

• He calls you dear, honey, sweetie, just the classic pet names from a person with a light personality.

#yandere kny #yandere tanjiro #tanjiro #tanjiro kamado #demon slayer #yandere demon slayer #tanjiro x reader

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tiaragqueen · 4 years

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Hai! I hope you are having a good day/evening so far! May I request a yandere tanjiro x reader? I'm craving for more tanjiro content at this time due to.. Sad circumstances. It could be soft or hard yandere tanjiro. Whatever you feel! Thank you :D

Indemnity

✂ Pairing: Yandere! Tanjirō Kamado x Reader

✂ Word Count: 1k+

✂ Trigger Warnings: Mention of injury, obsessiveness

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I'm sorry, hun. I hope this cheers you up even for a little :) writing this makes me realize just how much I need a Tanjirō in my life.

If you like my writing, please support me on ko-fi!

“Let me be your soldier, I will go to war for you and protect your heart. Ooh, ooh, I'm really feelin' you, and I pray to God that you really are feelin' me too.” - Soldier [Corey]

“[Name]-chan, do you need anything else? Blanket? Tea? Your haori?”

You slowly turned towards him, the polite smile froze your lips as you dismissed him. Although the constant questions were beginning to grate your nerves, you couldn’t bear to get angry at him. Not when all he did was trying to make your life felt a bit better, even if it meant sacrificing his comfort in the process.

“No, thank you. I’m fine. You can go back inside, Tanjirō.”

But you knew that regardless of how many times you reassured him, he wouldn’t believe you. How could he, when the last time he trusted your words you almost died in front of him? Anyone would be traumatized, and honestly, you couldn’t blame him for feeling so much self-hatred despite being just as innocent as yourself. Tanjirō had always been so hard on himself, even before his family got massacred. He felt like it was his duty to bear whatever burden they had, just so he could ease their pain. It was both heartwarming and heartbreaking to watch.

You almost wished he wasn’t so kind, sometimes.

Tanjirō smiled, and yet, it seemed more nervous than relieved. It wasn’t his intention to overwhelm you with a sudden influx of attention – not that he hadn’t been sensitive to your needs before – but his fear forbade him from ever resting properly despite your state. He was trying to be a good boyfriend to you; someone you could depend on in times of desperation and help you regardless of the time and place. Never mind that he looked more like a servant to other people – hell-bent on spoon-feeding you when you could perfectly do it by yourself – he just wanted to be the best as he could be in your eyes.

He didn’t know that he was already perfect to you, nor could he bring himself to believe such a ludicrous claim when you confessed it.

“I failed to protect you. How could you say that I’m a perfect lover?” he inquired so earnestly you almost thought he was imploring you; begging for proof to back up your visceral statement. His eyes glistened with unshed tears, and you wondered if it was a good thing that he wasn’t Zenitsu who wouldn’t hesitate to bawl on your lap. He could smell people’s deepest feelings and strived to make them realize it, and yet, he often ignored his.

Because he was the firstborn, so he couldn’t whine and complain. What kind of reason was that you had no idea.

“It wasn’t your fault. Nobody could fully predict that demon’s attacks.” You tried to comfort him, however, he only shook his head. His face had been resolute that night like he’d convinced himself that everything was his fault and was determined to fix it.

“No, it’s not too late.” Whether he murmured that to you or himself, you weren’t sure, but the hint of finality didn’t go unnoticed. Snapping his head towards you, he leaned forward and clasped your hands. “I’ll train harder this time, I promise. No demons would be able to land a hand on you again, that’s my vow.”

Any attempt to deter him would be futile, you knew that much, so you settled with a tired yet resigned sigh. You’d wondered why the warmth of his palms didn’t match the intensity of his feelings, or if your skin was just too cold.

“I don’t want you to catch a cold later,” he whispered, a silent plea to invite you inside. Minor illnesses sounded life-threatening to him now, and you couldn’t say that you didn’t feel the least bit exasperated.

“It’s just a cold, not a stab wound.”

You intended it to be a joke – a cruel one, yet a joke nonetheless – but it was obvious that he didn’t take it very well from his instinctive flinch. Tender eyes dulled momentarily as memories of talons grazing and piercing your stomach flashed on his mind. Reminiscing them sent a pang of a dull ache that gripped his chest and churned his stomach.

“I’m sorry.” He blinked in surprise when you opened your mouth. “It was thoughtless of me to joke about that.”

Tanjirō blinked repeatedly for another minute before tittering. “It’s okay. No harm’s done.” And yet, his expression remained tense. “Sorry I can’t grasp your humor right.”

He bowed as though ashamed by that minor flaw. It looked like he was subtly exaggerating things – and sometimes you wondered if he purposefully manipulated you too – but you couldn’t deny its sincerity.

Sighing, you reached out to pat his head. “Don’t feel so glum. Nobody’s perfect, after all.” And yet, he endeavored to be one to you. “If we’re similar, wouldn’t that make things more boring?”

You smiled, and Tanjirō felt his cheeks heated up at the simple gesture. Moved by its gentleness, he cradled the back of your head and slowly planted his lips on yours. Under the silvery moonlight on your porch, you exchanged your first kiss in such a long time. It was gentle, befitting his nature. Your lips molded perfectly with each other as if they were created to be one. His other hand snaked around your waist, bringing you closer to him. Your eyes fluttered shut, beginning to enjoy the slow rhythm, while your arms embraced his neck and occasionally tugged on those auburn locks. Tanjirō grunted, and it seemed to spur him even more.

At that moment, you were glad that Nezuko was asleep in the room next to yours.

Tanjirō withdrew to catch his breath, forehead resting against yours. His eyes would occasionally flicker to you, trying to gauge your emotion beneath that flustered face. However, you merely shook your head and stood up. A hand appeared before him instead, a soundless acceptance to his invitation, and happiness immediately washed away any trace of disappointment. Clasping his hand with yours, Tanjirō calmly rose from the floorboard and let you lead the way. A small, contented smile graced his features as he admired your profile and leaned forward to playfully peck your nape. He chuckled when you shot him a glare over your shoulder to cover the blush and beamed.

“You’re so cute, [Name]-chan,” he remarked, squeezing your intertwined fingers affectionately. “I’m happy to be with you.”

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