Its Always Farmer!TanjiroxCowHybrid!Reader

It’s always Farmer!TanjiroxCowHybrid!Reader

But what about Farmer!ReaderxCowHybrid!Tanjiro?

Where is that?? I see none, makes me depresso. :(

I have patience….I’ll wait.

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Mine

Yandere!InosukexFem!Reader

This is the third part to "For Me", if anything listed makes you uncomfortable don't read/interact!

TW:kidnapping, drowning, obsessive behavior, cursing, mentions of animal/ critter drownings, mentions of death, think that's it

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"Inosuke, what do you think?" You step from your closet holding up two swimsuits, "Which one should I wear?" Inosuke turns his head from your bed to look at your choices.

A blue one piece with cuts near your waist and a black two piece with golden clasps resting on your hips and the two triangle pieces meant to cover your chest.

Shiny.

"That one." He points to the black one before he goes back to playing his game. Smiling to yourself you walk into your bathroom and get yourself ready, excited to go to the pool on the hot day. Maybe even meet someone, though your 'dates' always seemed to bail before you can actually get to know them, specifically when you introduce them to Inosuke.

Shrugging those thoughts away, knowing that he would never do that to you, you finish getting ready and slide your sandals on, "Ready, Inosuke?" Nodding he tosses his game onto your bed and rushes to grab both your bags before grabbing your hand and dashing out the house.

Giggling to yourself, you follow as best you can, keeping up with him is difficult. You both make it to the pool in record time, quickly finding the best chairs in the shade and setting your things down to claim them. Taking out your sunscreen you quickly grab a hold of Inosuke before he can run away, "Wait, you need sunscreen."

Grumbling he tries to pull away, but you already have him on the chair in front of you, sitting in his lap to keep him still and squirting some in the palm of your hand. His hands automatically went to your hips and held you in place, a firm grasp that you had become used to.

Focused on making sure you got sunscreen everywhere on his face you failed to notice the way he looked at you. Like you were a shiny rock he had found on his way to your house. Or the prettiest acorn he had discovered on his many ventures to the woods.

Running your hands down his neck and along his broad shoulders, rubbing in the fresh sunscreen you had put in your hand, he slowly relaxed into your touch as he watched your every move. As if he was mesmerized by you and the way your hands felt on his toned body. A contrast of your soft delicate hands and his defined hard muscles.

Soft.

Once you had gotten the sunscreen all over him you moved off and he bolted to the pool before he jumped in, splashing a group of kids who giggled with glee as they looked at him in awe and begged him to do it again. "Ah, new minions!" His loud voice carried over to where you sat and watched him play with the kids, obviously happy to have his own 'minions'.

You pulled out the book you had started reading and laid back into your chair, content with hearing Inosuke's voice and getting lost in what your book was about. The whole day was spent reading, flirting with a boy that had approached you, and fighting off Inosuke who would try to drag you into the pool, booming about needing his favorite minion for his kingdom and whatnot.

The announcement for closing time sounded from the speakers and you grabbed your things as you called Inosuke over. He rushed over and grabbed his things before he whispered, "Are we gonna come again later, like last time?" Chuckling, you nod, "Sure, but just after closing time."

You both walk back to your place and grab snacks before going into your living room. Inosuke flops on the floor as you sit on the couch with your legs tucked under you, both of you munching away on snacks with the television turned on for background noise. The atmosphere relaxed and pleasant.

Time passes quickly and soon enough Inosuke is pulling you back onto your feet and dragging you to the door, "Wait Inosuke, I don't even have my sho- ah!" Inosuke had simply thrown you over his shoulder and snatched your bag up before he bolted out the door, "I can carry you!"

Small.

Once again, you both make it to the pool in record time, your tummy a bit sore from your placement on Inosuke's broad shoulder. He plops you down on the concrete and you pout up at him, "That hurt." He only ruffles your hair roughly then jumps into the pool. Huffing quietly to yourself you fix your hair and look up at the sky.

The stars shine brightly above you, the cool breeze rustling the leaves from the trees, making a few fall. A smile forms and you relax under the sky, everything calm and quiet. Too quiet.

Looking around you find yourself alone, nobody in or around the pool. "Inosuke?" You hear a door slam from nearby and jump, your heart beating fast as you look around frantically. You see the light from the bathrooms on and sigh, he must've had to use the restroom.

You turn back to the sky and relax once again before dipping your feet into the cool water beside you. Swinging your legs back and forth, the water splashes quietly and you relax once again. You hear the door slam and wait for Inosuke to jump back into the pool, but he doesn't, you don't hear his footsteps or see him.

Just as you're about to call out to him and look around, you're shoved into the water, a large hand gripping your head and holding you down firmly. You thrash and grip the arm of whoever is holding you, digging your nails into their flesh, scratching and hitting their arm as much as you can. Nothing works.

You can't breathe. Water surrounds you. Your eyes and nose burn, your lungs hurt. Air. That's all you can think about. You need it, need to breathe. Air.

Water is splashing all around you. He likes it, likes how easy it is for him to hold you down. You can hear muffled chuckles, but why do they sound so familiar? You're shoved further down, the water seems like it's crushing you. You hurt. You can't breath, is this really how it all ends?

One more minute. That's all he has to wait. He knows, he can sense it. He knows it hurts, but he keeps going. His senses are on overdrive, listening for anyone coming and making sure you're not too far gone, but he knows when to stop. He used all the critters and animals for tests after all.

Everything is warm, you're not so cold anymore. It's starting to hurt less. Inosuke. Inosuke. Inosuke. Suddenly he's all you can think about. His roughness, his confidence, the way he holds onto you when he naps. He'll be devastated when he finds your lifeless body. You welcome the darkness with open arms, apologizing to your beastly best friend before you close your eyes.

Grab.

He looks at you closely before yanking you from the water. He throws a towel over you before grabbing you and your bag then bolting towards the edge of town. Street lights now far behind as he dashes like a madman through the trees, hopping over fallen tree trunks and under hanging branches.

Finally he sees what he's been looking for and runs to it. An abandoned house in a clearing surrounded by caves, dark and scary caves. He knows you hate the dark, you won't run. Even if you did, you won't get far. He knows these woods like the back of his hand. You won't make it.

You wake up cold, wet, and scared. Your body hurts, teeth chattering, as you take in your surroundings. There's a fire going, it's the only light source you have. It's dark outside, quiet for a moment but then wind moves through the trees, shaking the branches, making the house creak and groan.

You're freezing, the fire looks too inviting, so you slowly crawl your way over, your body feeling heavier than you remember. You sit in front of the fire and wrap the towel around your trembling form. Warming up slowly from the fire, you feel someone watching you. You looks around but it's too dark to see, shadows blending together and creating a cloud of darkness you couldn't seem to see past.

A rough hand comes to rest upon your shoulder and from the corner of your eyes you see a think red substance running down the forearm of your captor. Blood. Your heart beats wildly and you fail to see the wicked grin forming on the man behind you.

Run.

Scream.

Do something.

Anything.

Cute

You hear a familiar chuckle, "You can't run, you don't even know where you are, and screaming won't help either. No one lives here." Your blood runs cold as you slowly turn and face the voice. Bright green eyes stare back at you once you fully turn, a grin plastered on his face as he plops down next to you. "I was starting to think you were just gonna sleep till the morning."

Frozen and trembling from the cold, fear, and shock you only stare at Inosuke who pulls you into his lap. The same way you had done so many times before. His rough hands grip your hips but you can no longer find the comfort you once had with him, terror coursing through your veins.

He nuzzles into your neck and holds you firmly against him, his warm body a contrast of your near frozen one. "I wouldn't have done it if you would have told him to go away." He mumbles against your neck and you only blink slowly at him, "If you would have told him to go away I wouldn't have held you underwater."

He looks at you and you feel your nose brush against his as he moves closer, "You always talk to the assholes. I'm right here, I can protect you. I'm stronger than all of them combined. They can't protect you like I can. That's why I took you, so I can keep you all to myself. My favorite minion." His grip tightens on you and he growls quietly to himself, as if remembering all the guys he had seen you with.

"You're mine, only mine." He looks back at you, his once bright green eyes now darkened, and you shrink back only for him to pull you back to him. Your chest now pushed against him, his body warming yours up despite your trembling.

"Mine."

Tanjiro's Secret

Tw: reader is pregnant, believe that's it (?)

Tanjiro couldn’t focus, he was too distracted. He felt like a teenage boy again, with the way he was staring, practically drooling at a mere glimpse at you. The pregnancy glow most women talked about was, in fact, a thing. You were glowing, no, radiating.

And Tanjiro found himself struggling to keep his composure, often excusing himself from training and rushing towards a quiet room, the bathroom or a small closet, only to free his achingly hard cock and stroke himself, moaning and whimpering your name as quietly as he could as his cum spilled into his hand and onto the floor.

Today was no different, he had been training with Inosuke and Zenitsu when he had seen you. You were walking along a shaded area with Nezuko, talking and laughing, one hand on your large belly and the other holding Nezuko’s. Zenitsu was looking fondly at his wife when Inosuke tackled him to the ground, “Haha! The king beat you, again!”

Zenitsu could only groan in response as he tried wiggling free from the masked man, “G-get off me, pig! You’re too fat and I can’t breathe!” Inosuke paused and proceeded to put all his weight on the blonde man who squeaked from the sudden weight on his chest and stomach, “I’m not fat, I have muscle! Unlike you, Monitsu!” As the two men bickered back and forth Tanjiro could only stare at you in awe.

You truly were a beauty, your eyes shining brightly from the sun, your hair blowing with the breeze. Tanjiro was mesmerized by you and every little thing you did, he was obsessed by you and you alone. It wasn’t until he started feeling a tightness around his waist that he realized he needed to excuse himself.

Turning his head towards the two men he excused himself to the bathroom and rushed inside. He knew he must’ve looked a bit strange from the way he was walking, but the persistent throbbing of his half hard cock was making it difficult to care. Once he was safely inside the bathroom be leaned against the wall and sighed, what was he doing?

Here he was, a full grown man, in the bathroom about to jerk off because he saw you? How dirty, how filthy of him. It was wrong, he knew it was, but he couldn’t help it. Not when you looked that beautiful, not when he knew he was the reason your belly was growing.

He was the one who knocked you up, pumped you full of his cum almost every night. No it wasn’t his fault, it was yours. You were the one who made him like this, it was your fault he was acting like a horny teenage boy.

You had corrupted him, made him so damn needy for you, not even his wife, poor Kanao, could do it for him anymore.

It was you, and it always had been.

Roommates

ErenxFem!Reader

Part two of Roomates ;)

TW: cursing, mentions of smoking, drinking, one night stands, Eren’s kinda a perv, think that’s it :)

Running your fingers through your wet hair you think about what you’re going to do. The warm water runs along your back, relaxing the muscles, your shoulders slowly loosening from their previous tense posture.

You shouldn’t go, you know you shouldn’t. You have far more important things to do than go to a stupid college party where all most people do is smoke, drink, and have one night stands. But you're not like most people.

Eren knows you don’t wanna go. He knows you have far more important things to do than go to the lame parties he attends, where he usually drinks, smokes, and has one night stands. But you're not like him.

However, he knows you won’t stand down. You’re trying to prove him wrong. You’re just going out of spite.

Spite or not, he’s gonna get to see you in something other than those damn baggy sweats you always wear. Spite or not he’s gonna get you to loosen up, maybe get a few drinks in with you. Spite or not, you’re going and he’s excited to see what happens.

Stepping out from the shower you wrap the fluffy towel around your wet body and wipe the steam off of the mirror enough for you too see your reflection. You sigh quietly as you look at yourself, mentally cursing yourself for not having more resolve, for giving in quite easily. You shake your head and walk back into your room.

Heading straight for your closet you look through everything you have to find the dresses you had bought a while ago. You find them in the back, practically collecting dust. You grab a short strappy red dress that you know will barely go past your mid-thigh, the deep V of the dress showing off just the right amount of cleavage, and put it on.

Leaning over to look at yourself in your vanity mirror, you fix any smudges of mascara you have as Eren walks into your room like it’s his. He looks at you as you swipe your gloss along your lips, rubbing them together to evenly coat them, and catches a glimpse underneath your dress.

Black and lacy.

His lips quirk up at the ends, forming a smirk as he steps closer to you, grabbing your waist with both his hands. Your waist seems tiny compared to his huge hands and he loves that. Looking at him through the mirror you raise an eyebrow, “What?”

Eren leans down until his broad chest is pressed against your back, his hips flush against your ass, and he speaks lowly, “Your dress is too short.” Rolling your eyes you try to push him away, but your efforts are futile.

Sarcasm drips from your voice as you speak, “No shit, it’s a damn party, dad. You want me to go as a nun?” A low chuckle but your ear makes you pause and turn your head to him, “You’d be one hot fucking nun.”

You look into his emerald eyes and he looks back at you, the dark green of his eyes hiding what he truly feels. He stares into your own eyes, getting lost in the way they shine brightly, even in the dim light of your vanity.

You flick his forehead and push his face away, “Quit staring, you creep.” Eren grunts quietly and grabs your wrist before he tugs you to him, your body right against his, “Well, quit giving me reasons to stare.”

He grips your jaw gently and tilts your head up to him, “Now hurry up, you take too fuckin’ long.” He lets you go and walks out of your room, trying to calm his heart rate, cursing himself quietly. He shouldn’t feel like this.

Like a damn middle schooler getting his first girlfriend, that’s stupid. He’s a grown fucking man, not a kid anymore. You make him feel like one, with your stupid witty remarks, your stupid touches, even if you’re just smacking him. He’s not a kid, he’s a man.

A man slowly falling for his annoyingly hot roommate.

Tanjiro's Secret

TW: I don't think there's any (?), could be wrong but mutual pining, if that counts.

A/N: The ending seems a bit too familiar....

You watch as Tanjiro come from inside the house, Kanao on his arm, blabbing on about something you both don’t seem to care about. Tanjiro listens nonetheless, smiling and nodding his head along with what she says.

Her damn coin would’ve been so helpful, maybe it would’ve landed on the wrong side and she wouldn’t have asked Tanjiro out for dinner. Maybe it would’ve landed on the wrong side and she wouldn’t have hinted at a proposal. Maybe she wouldn’t have-

“Y/n? You alright?” Nezuko gently squeezed your hand as she spoke, slight concern on her pretty face as she looked at you, “You’ve stopped walking.” She pointed out and you realized that you had, indeed, stopped walking, too lost in thought.

Nodding you gave her a small smile, “Mhm, I’m fine.” She smiled and started walking hand in hand with you again, talking about her trip to town with the blonde that was still pinned to the ground. Small giggles and footsteps could be heard. Zenitsu tilted his head slightly before he launched the boar man into a tree, surprising everyone, then turned his attention to the house where two children emerged and ran into his open arms.

One boy, black hair and soft golden-brown eyes, and one girl, bright yellow hair and pink-ish red eyes. A smiling Zenitsu picked up both his children proudly as he spun around, they squealed and giggled in his arms and Nezuko looked at them all fondly. Your eyes were glued to them as well, a hand rubbing small circles on your belly gently.

Dark red eyes were flickering back and forth to you and Zenitsu, unbeknownst to you. Not knowing where to look, the beautiful moment of a father and his children, or the radiant, gorgeous women carrying his child. He should be there with you, not with any other woman, not with her. 

He’ll make you his, he’ll fight for you, he knows he will. What he doesn’t know is that you’ll let him. You’d let him take you away, follow him up the steepest mountain, the deepest river, a raging storm, just for him.

All for him.

Eyes on Me

Sub!TanjiroxDom!Fem!Reader

TW/CW:handjob, oral(male recieving), Dom!reader, Sub!Tanjiro, thigh smacks (a few), cursing, sex toys, I think that's it...

“I said, eyes on me, Tanjiro.” Your palm soothes over the bright red handprint on his thigh as dark, watery, red eyes look at you. You can feel his cock throbbing in your hand. He likes it. 

“If you can’t keep your pretty eyes on me, then I won’t let you cum.” Tanjiro, desperate now, nods his head quickly, his hanafuda earrings moving along with his head.

He watches with anticipation as you slowly lower your head, slowly licking up from the base to the pretty red tip of his cock, then sucking gently. A quiet whine escapes his lips and, even though he knows he shouldn’t, he thrusts harshly into your mouth, a strangled moan coming from him as he hits the back of your throat, and you gag.

He feels you pull away and his eyes go wide, realizing his mistake, as he looks at you. But to his surprise, you’re not mad. You’re staring up at him with a smile, “Tanjiro.” Your voice is sweet, like the honey he had with his tea this morning, “If you wanted more, you could’ve asked.” 

Cruel. 

You’re being cruel and you know it. You know he wouldn’t be able to get a word out, not with the gag you placed over his mouth.

He squirms, pieces of a sentence managing to come through, but not making any sense. You only smirk in response as you listen, chin in the palm of your hand, eyes raking over the red head man in front of you.

You knew he was handsome, but gods, he was fucking gorgeous like this. Hands restrained to the headboard, the blindfold you had previously put on around his neck, the gag you had put on, pupils blown out, face flushed, sweat starting to coat his body. Sweat you wanted to lick off, make him more embarrassed than he already is.

The bang of the headboard brings you back, realizing he was tugging at the restraints to get free. A single smack to his thigh makes him focus on you again, a surprised yelp muffled by the gag .

“You know what happens when you do that, don’t you?” Your voice still sweet, but there’s mischief now as you reach over into the box filled with your personal things. 

You maintain eye contact as he squirms more and tries to speak to you, muffled parts of apologies coming through yet, once again, you can only smirk at him as you pull out what you were looking for and his eyes go wide as he squirms more. 

The ring.