#genjo sanzo x reader

[detectivesparrow]

Title: In Good Hands

Paring: Sanzo Party x reader (Saiyuki), Genjo Sanzo x reader, Cho Hakki x reader, Son Goku x reader, Sha Gojyo x reader

Word Count: 2.1k.

TW: gn!reader, you compare your hands to the boys', reader has smaller hands, Goku is aged up, everyone is 18+, fluff, Gojyo's is a little suggestive tho

Genjo Sanzo

The Sanzo party's journey had led them to a small, secluded inn nestled amidst the rolling hills, where they sought respite from the trials of the road. As they settled into their rooms for the night, you found yourself drawn to the subtle intricacies of their hands – hands that had wielded weapons, offered prayers, and reached out in moments of both solace and strife. 

The same pair of hands that saved you many times. The ones who, although bloodied and rugged, comfort in times of need.

Sanzo's hands, elegant and refined, bore the scars of a life steeped in battle. 

As he meticulously cleaned his gun, you couldn't help but notice the way his fingers moved with a precision honed by years of practice, each movement deliberate and calculated. 

The way they eased into the crevasses of the gun. 

The way he meticulously cleaned his gun, each movement a testament to the years of skill and experience that defined him.

Sanzo, ever perceptive, noticed the subtle shift in your demeanor and raised an eyebrow in silent inquiry. "Something on your mind?" he asked, his voice cutting through the quiet of the night like a blade.

You hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to articulate the swirling thoughts that danced through your mind. "It's nothing," you replied with a small smile, attempting to brush off your admiration as a mere passing curiosity, "just admiring your hands."

Sanzo just scoffed with a slight blush, looking to the side. With a flick of his wrist, he closed his gun and turned his full attention to you, his piercing gaze boring into your soul with unwavering intensity. "Don't lie to me," he said, his voice softer than you had expected. "I can tell when something's bothering you."

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, the weight of his scrutiny heavy upon your shoulders. With a deep breath, you summoned the courage to speak your truth. "It's just… I couldn't help but notice the size difference between our hands," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

Sanzo's expression softened at your confession, a flicker of understanding passing through his eyes. Slowly, almost hesitantly, he reached out to take your hand in his own, the warmth of his touch sending a shiver down your spine.

"It's true," he murmured, his thumb tracing gentle circles against the back of your hand. "Your hands are smaller than mine."

As Sanzo's thumb continued its soothing motion against the back of your hand, a quiet intimacy settled between you, the warmth of his touch melting away the lingering tension in the air.

You met his gaze, finding a depth of understanding in his eyes that took your breath away. "But despite the size difference," you began, your voice soft but resolute, "your hands have always been there for me when I needed them most. They've been my anchor in moments of chaos, my guiding light through the darkness."

Sanzo's expression softened further, a hint of vulnerability flickering across his features. "And yours have been my salvation," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "In a world consumed by violence and chaos, your touch has brought me peace."

A silent understanding passed between you, unspoken words weaving a tapestry of shared experiences and unspoken emotions. At that moment, the weight of the world seemed to lift from your shoulders, replaced by a sense of calm and acceptance.

With a gentle squeeze of your hand, Sanzo broke the spell, his lips quirking up into a small, almost imperceptible smile. "Come on," he said, his voice tinged with warmth. "Let's get some rest. We have a long journey ahead of us."

As you followed him to your bed, a sense of contentment settled over you like a comforting blanket. Hand in hand, his warmth settles in with yours as you both settle in for the night. As you doze off, you faintly register his fingers lightly tracing over your knuckles, holding you tightly.

Cho Hakkai

The soft glow of the lantern cast gentle shadows across the room as Hakkai sat at the small table, his hands deftly preparing dinner with practiced ease. 

The aroma of spices filled the air, mingling with the comforting scent of cooking rice.

You watched him work, mesmerized by the fluidity of his movements and the quiet confidence that seemed to radiate from him like a gentle aura.

Each chop of the knife, each stir of the pot, was performed with a precision that spoke volumes of his culinary expertise.

As he reached for a spice jar on the shelf, you couldn't help but notice the size of his hands – hands that had tended to wounds, prepared meals, and offered comfort in times of need. 

They were strong yet gentle, capable of both great strength and delicate precision, and you found yourself drawn to the contrast between their robustness and your own smaller hands.

As you sat there, lost in thought, the sound of Hakkai's approach eluded your senses until he was standing right beside you. His presence was a comforting one, radiating a sense of tranquility that filled the otherwise silent room. 

"Is something on your mind?" he asked softly, his voice a soothing melody that washed over you like a gentle breeze.

You shook your head, offering him a small smile. "Just thinking," you replied, your gaze drifting to his hands once more. "Yours are so much bigger than mine."

Hakkai glanced down at his own hands as if seeing them for the first time. He chuckled softly, a warm glimmer of amusement dancing in his eyes. "I suppose they are," he mused, his fingers tracing patterns in the air as if measuring the space between them.

There was a thoughtful pause before he spoke again, his voice soft and introspective. "It's funny, isn't it? How something as simple as the size of our hands can reveal so much about us," he remarked, his gaze meeting yours with a depth of understanding that took you by surprise.

You nodded in agreement, a sense of warmth blossoming in your chest at the connection you shared. "Yeah," you replied softly, your voice barely above a whisper. "It's like they're a reflection of who we are – our strengths, our weaknesses, our hopes, and our fears."

Hakkai smiled, a tender expression softening the lines of his face as he reached out to gently take your hand in his own. His touch was warm and reassuring, a silent reassurance of the bond that existed between you. "No matter the size of our hands, what matters is how we use them," he said quietly, his voice a gentle reassurance in the quiet of the room.

As you both sat together, surrounded by the peaceful ambiance of the quiet room, you felt a sense of comfort wash over you.

Your hands intertwined, fingers laced together.

It was as if time had stood still, and all that mattered in the world was the two of you, sitting there, enjoying each other's company, and being content in each other's presence.

Son Goku

The Sanzo party had set up camp for the night, the crackling fire casting flickering shadows across the clearing. 

As the group settled in for the evening, you found yourself sitting beside Goku, the comforting heat of the fire enveloping you both as you enjoyed a simple meal of meat buns.

The aroma of cooked dough and savory filling filled the air, mingling with the smoky scent of the campfire.

Goku seemed to sense your gaze and turned to look at you, his eyes bright with curiosity. "What's up?" he asked, a lopsided grin spreading across his face, "are you full?"

You hesitated for a moment, unsure if you should voice the observation or question his grab for food. 

But before you could respond, Goku reached out and gently took your hand in his own, his touch surprisingly gentle despite the strength you knew lay within his grasp.

As his fingers intertwined with yours, you couldn't help but marvel at the stark contrast in size between your hands. He engulfed yours, his thumb brushing against the back of your hand in a gesture that was both comforting and intimate.

"Goku, your hands..." you began, trailing off as you struggled to find the right words.

Goku glanced down at your hands, a look of realization dawning on his face as he took in the size difference. "Oh yeah, I guess my hands are kinda big, huh?" he chuckled sheepishly, his cheeks flushing slightly.

You nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "Yeah, they are," you agreed, unable to tear your gaze away from the sight of your hands intertwined with Goku's.

For a moment, there was silence between you, the crackling of the fire the only sound filling the air. But then Goku spoke again, his voice soft and filled with a warmth that melted away any lingering awkwardness.

"But you know," he said, his gaze meeting yours with a sincerity that took your breath away, "your hands might be smaller, but they're just as strong as mine. Maybe even stronger."

You blinked in surprise at his heartfelt words, feeling a rush of warmth flood your cheeks as a wave of emotion washed over you. "Thank you, Goku," you whispered, your voice barely above a breath, your heart fluttering in your chest at the tenderness in his eyes.

Goku's smile softened, his gaze locking with yours in a moment that felt suspended in time.

The flickering firelight danced in his eyes, reflecting the depth of his feelings as he held your gaze with unwavering intensity.

"Anytime," he replied, his voice a soft murmur that sent shivers down your spine.

As he spoke, his grip on your hand tightened ever so slightly, the subtle gesture sending a thrill of electricity coursing through your veins. 

It was as if in that fleeting moment, the world around you faded away, leaving only the two of you and the unspoken promise of a connection that transcended words.

Sha Gojyo

The air in the cramped inn room was thick with tension, the dim light casting long shadows across the worn wooden floor. 

As you sat across from Gojyo at the small table, a silence hung heavy between you, broken only by the soft murmur of voices drifting in from the bustling street outside.

Gojyo's crimson eyes flickered with a mixture of frustration and concern as he watched you fumble with the cards in your hand, your fingers struggling to maintain a firm grip on the slick surface. 

With a sigh, he reached out to gently take the cards from your grasp, his touch surprisingly gentle against your skin.

"Here, let me help you with that," he murmured, his voice low and soothing as he deftly shuffled the deck with practiced ease. As he worked, you couldn't help but notice the stark contrast between his long, slender fingers and your own smaller, more delicate ones.

As Gojyo's fingers brushed against yours, a jolt of electricity shot through you, igniting a warmth that spread from your fingertips to the depths of your soul. His touch was electrifying yet tender, a paradox that left you breathless and longing for more.

"Thanks, Gojyo," you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper, your heart pounding in your chest as you met his gaze. 

There was an intensity in his crimson eyes, a depth of emotion that mirrored your own, and for a moment, it felt as if the rest of the world had faded away, leaving only the two of you in the quiet intimacy of the inn room.

A soft smile tugged at the corners of Gojyo's lips as he returned your gaze, his fingers stilling against the cards as he held your hand in his own. "Anytime," he replied, his voice a gentle caress that sent shivers down your spine.

"Well, since we are holding hands, we can't exactly play cards anymore. Can we?" you say cheekily, a mischievous glint in your eyes.

"Guess not," Gojyo chuckled, his gaze softening as he squeezed your hand gently. "But I think I've found something much better to do." With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he leaned closer, his lips hovering just inches from yours. "How about we find another way to pass the time?" he whispered, his breath warm against your skin.

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Prompt { Nice } : 5. “I made you some hot cocoa.”

Character: Genjo Sanzo

Fandom: Saiyuki

A/n: Sanzo, I love this asshole

Genjo Sanzo hated a lot of things, annoying people, the cold, when he ran out of cigarettes. Honestly the list could go on an on. But if their was one thing that he actually seems to enjoy were things made by you.

He loved it when you would cook him his favorite meal { though he would never admit it}, the monk just enjoyed being selfish you in general. You had this innocents to you, you were someone he could trust, someone that he could finally love. So when the weather got cold, here you were with a bright smile on your face.

Though the man didn’t get a chance to even ask you what you were holding as you thrusted the mug in his face. “I made you some hot cocoa.”

“Why?”

Rolling your eyes you placed the mug down in front of him. “Because it’s cold and you’re sitting in this freezing room alone, but if you don’t want it I guess I’ll just give it too Gojyo.”

Reaching for the mug you couldn’t help but smirk watching the man snatch it away before you could get a chance to grab it.

“No”

Humming you stepped closer then placed a kiss to his head sitting down comfortable next to Sanzo. Biting back a yawn you got yourself comfortable, falling asleep.

Glancing down at your sleeping form, Sanzo let out a small scoff then sighed shaking his head taking a sip of the hot chocolate. Though he would never admit it to anyone else he did love you and was grateful for the hot chocolate and everything else you’d do for him.

[detectivesparrow]

Title: Bounded by Resolve

Paring: Sanzo Party x reader (Saiyuki)

Word Count: 2.1k.

TW: gn!reader, platonic?, reader gets hurt, comfort, Sanzo crew gets worried

Sweat beads on your brow as you watch, your heart hammering in your chest with a rhythm that matches the drumbeat of fear pulsing through your veins. The scent of sweat and fear hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the earthy aroma of the forest floor to create an atmosphere thick with tension.

The demon's approach is relentless, its movements sinuous and predatory as it slithers closer to the Sanzo party. The dense forest around you seems to pulse with a sinister energy, the eerie backdrop only adding to the sense of impending confrontation.

Suddenly, a low growl breaks the tranquility, shattering the eerie stillness of the forest. It's the harbinger of the approaching danger, a warning sign that sets your nerves alight with a fierce urgency.

With a swift and fluid motion, you step forward, your movements propelled by a sense of fierce determination that burns within you like wildfire.

Your comrades, caught off guard by the sudden appearance of danger, instinctively draw their weapons, their faces etched with a mixture of determination and resolve. The glint of steel in their hands reflects the fierce determination burning within their souls.

Sanzo, with his signature aloof demeanor, grips his gun with a steely resolve, his gaze piercing through the shadows with a clarity that belies the chaos of the moment. His lips curl into a grim line, a silent vow etched upon his features as he prepares to face whatever darkness lurks ahead.

Hakkai's calm facade masks the storm of emotions roiling beneath the surface, his hands steady as he readies his chi with practiced precision. His eyes betray a hint of concern, but beneath the worry lies a steadfast determination to stand firm against the encroaching threat.

Gojyo's easygoing demeanor gives way to a fierce intensity as he brandishes his favorite weapon, the gleaming blade of his shakujo flashing in the dappled sunlight. His stance is one of unwavering readiness, every muscle coiled like a spring as he prepares to unleash his fury upon any who dare to threaten his comrades.

Goku, ever the embodiment of boundless energy and enthusiasm, grips his extendable staff with a fierce determination, his eyes blazing with an inner fire that refuses to be extinguished. His muscles tense with anticipation, his entire being a testament to the unwavering loyalty he holds for his companions.

Demons emerge from the shadows like a nightmare-given form, its grotesque features twisted into a snarl of malevolence. Their eyes narrow as they size you up, their predatory gaze flickering with a hunger that sends a shiver down your spine.

With every strike exchanged, the forest seems to hold its breath, the sounds of battle echoing amidst the ancient trees like a primal chorus. The clash of metal against flesh reverberates through the air, a symphony of violence and chaos that echoes through the ancient trees. Each strike is a dance of life and death, a testament to your skill and determination in the face of overwhelming odds.

With a guttural snarl, it lunges forward, its claws slashing through the air with deadly accuracy. Pain explodes across your side as you take the hit, a sharp gasp escaping your lips despite your best efforts to suppress it.

Adrenaline courses through your veins, heightening your senses to a razor-sharp edge. Every movement of your adversaries is cataloged with meticulous precision, their intentions laid bare before you like an open book.

As you stumble backward, the forest spins around you, disorienting and chaotic. The world tilts dangerously, threatening to swallow you whole as you struggle to regain your footing on unsteady ground. Every movement is an uphill battle against the relentless onslaught of pain that courses through your body, a symphony of agony that threatens to drown out all other sensations.

But you refuse to succumb to the overwhelming tide of pain. With a fierce determination burning bright within you, you push through the agony. The very fiber of your being screams in protest, but you steel yourself against the onslaught, drawing upon reservoirs of strength you never knew you possessed.

The world starts to blur around you, the sounds of battle fading into the background as you focus all of your energy on the task at hand. Each breath comes ragged and labored, every movement an act of defiance against the pain that threatens to consume you.

With each blow you deliver, you chip away at the demon's defenses, inching closer and closer to victory with every strike.

And as the battle rages on around you, you find yourself drawing strength from the unbreakable bond that binds you to your comrades. Their faces flash before your eyes, a reminder of the stakes at hand and the importance of your mission.

The battle rages on around you, a chaotic symphony of clashing weapons and anguished cries. Your vision swims as you struggle to keep pace with the frenetic pace of the fight, each movement sending waves of agony radiating through your wounded side. But still, you press on, driven by a single-minded resolve to protect those you hold dear.

A wave of exhaustion washes over you, threatening to drag you into unconsciousness. You cling to consciousness by sheer force of will.

As the last of the demons falls, a deafening silence descends upon the forest, broken only by the ragged gasps of your companions and the steady rhythm of your own labored breathing.

Your limbs feel as heavy as lead, each movement a Herculean effort that sends shooting pains lancing through your battered body.

Your muscles ache with a deep-seated weariness, every fiber screaming in protest with each faltering step you take. It's as if your bones are made of molten iron, dragging you down with each labored breath, each heartbeat a thunderous drumbeat in your ears.

Your vision swims in and out of focus, the world around you reduced to a hazy blur of muted colors and indistinct shapes. Each footfall sends shockwaves of agony radiating through your weary frame, threatening to send you sprawling to the forest floor in a heap of exhaustion and pain.

But still, you cling to consciousness. Every ounce of your being is focused on the single-minded task of following the Sanzo party back onto the road.

"Aw man, that was it?" Goku chimes out. "Man, I'm starving!"

"Shut up, you stupid monkey!" Gojyo shouts.

"Hey, that was a big fight!"

"Now, now, the next town is about a drive's breakfast" Hakai chides.

"All right! Let's go!" Goku says as he jumps in the backseat.

You move carefully with them, to avoid the injury being seen. Sanzo takes a small glance back at your unusual slowness, but chalks it up as exhaustion.

With every passing moment, your condition worsens, the relentless march of time eroding the fragile facade of strength you've meticulously maintained. The blood-soaked fabric of your shirt clings to your skin like a macabre second skin, a grim reminder of the toll exacted by the fierce battle you've waged.

Each movement sends jolts of agony coursing through your weary frame. Your vision narrows to a pinprick, the darkness at the edges creeping ever closer with each labored heartbeat.

The world blurs into a hazy blur of pain and exhaustion as you struggle to remain upright. Each breath comes out softly, ragged and labored, with the darkness at the edges of your vision creeping ever closer.

It's Gojyo who notices first, his sharp eyes catching the telltale signs of your distress. With a curse, he breaks away from the group, rushing to your side with a sense of urgency that belies his usual carefree demeanor.

"Hakkai, we've got a problem," he calls out urgently, his voice cutting through the atmosphere like a knife.

Hakkai's brow furrows in concern as he glances over his shoulder, his hands steady on the wheel as he maneuvers the vehicle through the dense forest. "What's wrong?" he asks, his voice a calm anchor amidst the rising tide of panic.

Gojyo's expression is grim as he gestures towards you, his movements urgent and decisive. "It's y/n. They're hurt bad," he says, his words clipped and to the point as he assesses the extent of your injuries.

Panic sets in among your comrades as they realize the severity of your condition, their frantic attempts to rouse you echoing in the recesses of your fading consciousness. Through the haze, you hear their voices, a jumble of worry and fear that cuts through the fog of pain enveloping your mind.

"Hey, come on! Wake up!" Goku pleads, his voice cracking with emotion as he searches desperately for any sign of consciousness.

Sanzo's jaw tightens with concern as he watches the scene unfold, his normally stoic facade betraying a hint of unease. "We need to get them help. Now," he declares, his tone holding no argument, directing Hakkai to pick up the pace.

Through the haze of pain and exhaustion, you struggle to make sense of the chaos around you. The voices of your comrades blend together in a cacophony of worry and fear, their urgent pleas a lifeline in the darkness that threatens to consume you whole.

As you faded out, succumbing to the pain, the group discuss their next action.

"Damn it. Why didn't they say anything?" Sanzo grumbles, huffing out a smoke.

"Hakai, hurry!" Goku shouts. "It looks really bad!"

"I'm trying, Goku. I can only go so fast!" Hakai replies, going as fast as he can, as he glances at you through the rearview mirror.

Gojyo remains silent, his hands putting pressure on your wounds. His expression laced with concern.

"This damn idiot" he curses. "When you wake up, I'll kill you."

Time loses all meaning as you drift in and out of consciousness, the world reduced to a series of fragmented impressions and fleeting moments of clarity.

As consciousness gradually returns, you find yourself enveloped in a cocoon of warmth and safety, the soft embrace of a bed cradling your weary body.

The gentle rustle of fabric and the faint scent of herbs mingle in the air, offering a soothing balm to your senses as you struggle to piece together the fragments of memory that cling to the recesses of your mind.

It's only when you finally awaken to the warmth of a bed and the gentle touch of bandages around your waist that you realize you've been saved from the brink of death.

Blinking away the remnants of sleep, you find yourself greeted by the familiar faces of your companions, their expressions a swirling mix of relief and concern.

As you shuffle yourself upright, the group quickly comes over.

Sanzo's gruff voice pierces through the haze, his words laced with a grudging sense of worry that he can't quite conceal.

"You're lucky you didn't bleed out before we found you," he mutters, his gaze flickering between irritation and genuine concern. "Next time, try not to be so reckless."

Hakkai's gentle touch brushes against your forehead, his hands deftly adjusting the bandages that encircle your waist. "You gave us quite a scare," he says softly.

Gojyo's worried expression speaks volumes, his usually jovial demeanor tempered by the gravity of the situation. "Damn it, don't you ever scare us like that again," he grumbles, his words tinged with a vulnerability rarely shown.

Goku's infectious grin is a welcome sight. "I knew you'd pull through!" he exclaims, his voice brimming with unbridled enthusiasm.

As the atmosphere lightens with shared relief, Goku's bright grin widens even further, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Hey, now that you're awake, can we eat?" he interjects, his stomach audibly growling in agreement.

A chorus of chuckles ripples through the room at Goku's typically straightforward request. Sanzo rolls his eyes in mock exasperation, but there's a hint of fondness in his gaze as he nods in agreement. "Fine, fine," he concedes, his gruff tone softening just a fraction. "But make it quick."

Hakkai smiles warmly, already rising to his feet to prepare a meal for the weary travelers. "Of course, Goku. I'll grab something simple yet satisfying," he assures, his soothing voice a calming presence amidst the lingering tension.

Gojyo's grin mirrors Goku's as he claps you on the shoulder, his touch gentle despite the underlying strength in his grip. "Sounds good to me. Can't have you starving after all that heroics," he quips, his tone light yet sincere.

As the aroma of food begins to fill the room, a sense of warmth and camaraderie settles over the Sanzo party like a comforting blanket. And as you gather around the makeshift table, sharing stories and laughter amidst mouthfuls of food, you're reminded once again of the unbreakable bond that binds you together, even in the face of life's greatest challenges.

[multi-fandom-imagine]

🥰 -Post-nightmare cuddles ||Sanzo•Hakkai•Gojyo||-🥰

{Comfort My Characters! Prompts }

-Sanzo-

It was something that Sanzo had gotten used to, the nightmares. The ones about the man raising him getting slaughtered. Thankfully they only happened when it rained but when it did that’s when they came.

Waking up, his breath in his throat. He’s often would find himself smoking watching the rain. But now, now that he had someone that cared for him he tried to hide the nightmares. Though of course you saw right through him, you saw through his act. You’d often cuddle close to him. Your hands on his cheeks, you would do anything to rid him of his nightmares.

Sanzo would often find himself in your arms, his head on your chest has he bled you close. He started to find that the rain didn’t bother him much, not when he had you.

•+•

-Hakkai-

Hakkai would never complain about his nightmares, why would he when he was the cause for them.He never told you about them either. He couldn’t burden you with that, not when you did so much to help the group.

Though you found out on your own when you caught the man you loved having a nightmare. It took a lot to coax him out of it. For him to do his best to explain,he never fully tell you of his nightmares the man grateful for you helping him. Their was a reason to why he loves you.

He enjoys resting his head on your chest, listing to your heartbeat.Your heartbeat always soothed him, eased his nerves. Hakkai found it much easier to fall asleep while listing to your heartbeat.

•+•

-Gojyo-

Gojyo never mentioned his nightmares, he never felt the need to bring them up. He likes to keep the past in the past. He hated to even think about them because thinking about them would often sour his mood. Not to mention that it wasn’t very hot waking up in a panic when you have a naked woman next to you.

Then you came along, he first thought it would be a fling, some pretty woman to share his bed with. But then he started to enjoy your company outside the bedroom. He enjoyed hearing your laugh, your smile, the little quips you made to Goku or how you’d often would tease Sanzo.

He enjoyed seeing how well you and Hakkai got along. He loved how you’d fall asleep on his shoulder when riding with Jeep, that you never questioned about the scars on his cheek. He loved how you would play with his hair. So when he finally figured out his feelings for you he finally told you about his past, his abuse.

Though he didn’t think that digging in his past would cause a nightmare. Jerking awake, he could feel his heart pounding in his chest. He felt your fingers ringing through his hair, he didn’t even register the fact that you were pulling his head to your chest. Squeezing his eyes shut he let his arms wrap around your waist hugging you as he nuzzled his face into your neck. No words were needed, Gojyo knew that he was loved just being in your arms, he knew that you would he the one to chase his nightmares away.

With you he wouldn’t be alone.

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Sanzo: Did it hurt when you fell—

Y/n: From heaven? Wow, I didn’t think you were such a flirt, Sanzo.

Sanzo: No, I meant when you fell down the stairs.

Y/n: …

Sanzo: You just laid there for 15 minutes.

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Headcanons of Sanzo & Hakkai with shy s/o pls?

A/n: So cute! My favorite boys { Will Gojyo will be my number 1 }

Genjo Sanzo

👑: Is a little peeved at first, doesn’t really understand how he can handle someone who’s so shy but this is before you two even got together.

👑:When Sanzo actually realizes his feelings he starts to find it…cute. He likes how shy and flustered around him.

👑:Often tease you about your shyness but he is the only one that can tease you everyone else would just get a very blatant threat. He does not take to kindly some random asshole treating someone he loves like crap.

👑: He finds out that he needs to initiate a kiss, you’re really pulling him out of his shell.

👑: Will be the one to initiate sex, is also the dom.

👑: While he will never admit it, he likes it when you fall asleep against his shoulder.

👑: Also enjoys when you hide against his side whenever you’re embarrassed about something.

👑:You 10000% mean the world to him and Sanzo would do anything to protect you.

Cho Hakkai

🌿:Is more open about his relationship with you. Will happily hold you’re hand in public. When he knows you’re tired from walking he’ll happily carry you on his back.

🌿: Thinks you’re adorable, likes how shy you can get around him. { it’s refreshing }

🌿: You feel like home, with you he thinks that is life has meaning. While you may not talk much he just loves how soft spoken and kind you can be.

🌿: His nice guy persona drops the moment he sees that you feel unsafe or uncomfortable. You’re too important to him and he knows that you won’t say anything so it’s up to him.

🌿:Likes how the quietness between you both isn’t awkward.

🌿: Hakkai may do some light teasing but if you don’t like it then he’ll stop.

🌿: Loves that you tug at his sleeves for any acts of intimacy.

🌿: Won’t do PDA if it makes you uncomfortable.

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Y/n: Here you are, Sanzo. Nice hot cup of tea.

Sanzo: …It’s cold.

Y/n: Nice cup of tea.

Sanzo: It’s horrible.

Y/n: Cup of tea.

Sanzo: I’m not even sure it is tea.

Y/n: Cup.

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Y/n: You need to react when people cry.

Sanzo: I did, I rolled my eyes.

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Glad to see you again my darling! :D

Can I please request headcanons for Gojyo, Sanzo, Hakkai, and Kougaiji reacting to their female S/O getting attacked while pregnant and she defends herself like a badass?

A/n: all my favorite boys!! Yesss

Sha Gojyo:

🚬: Is fucking terrified when he finds you missing, nearly loses his shit when he actually catches your scent as he rushes off to find you.

🚬: To many thoughts rushing through his mind, he can’t lose you, he can’t lose his child. Not when he has actually found some happiness.

🚬: Is a little thrown off to find one guy already dead as another gets tossed out the window. While it took some effort you managed to defeat the assholes that took you. { even though it was Gojyo that killed the last asshole. }

🚬: Rushes into where you were being held, immediately checks you over. Places his hand on your belly just wanting to feel a kick. His relived when he actually feels one.

🚬: Is very proud that you defended yourself but scolds you for doing something dangerous. He doesn’t want to lose you and his child.

🚬: You laugh it off then kiss his check, you’ve been traveling with him and the gang for a long time. You can handle some thugs, being pregnant isn’t about to stop you from taking matters into your own hands when some jackass wants to hurt your unborn child.

🚬: Admits that it’s hot and a turn on seeing you toss that jackass out the window. Wish he could have seen you take the other prick out. { not really, please never do that again…still thinks it’s hot that the woman he loves is such a badass. }

🚬: When you get home expect a long night of some passionate sex followed by the man holding you.

🚬: Knows if he has a little girl he hopes she’ll be as much of a badass like you but he knows that he’ll protect you both know matter what.

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Genjo Sanzo:

📿:It happens while you’re in the temple, he’s gotten used to what these assholes would say about him. But you, oh boy did they make a mistake when they spoke baldy about you and his unborn child.

📿: You usually had a better control of your emotions but since your were pregnant he could not blame you for snapping when one day one of the monks made a remark about your child and how it’s probably not even Sanzo’s child.

📿: Watches as you tear into the monk, screaming at anyone that questions your love for the man and how that this is his son.

📿: Has to hold back a snicker when you shove one of the monks stating you’ve two fucked plenty.

📿: Sanzo will then give a very blunt threat to the monks once you tore yourself out that if they can not accept you or his unborn son then his will not return.

📿: They promise they won’t but once his son is born he doesn’t return.

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Cho Hakkai:

🍃: You two are out eating when it happens, he slipped away to take care of something only for a man to come to the table to bother you.

🍃: He tries to pull you away from the table know matter how much you struggled. The only thing you knew was that you had to protect yours and Hakkai’s child.

🍃: Remembering what he taught you, you easily slipped out of his grasp breaking his hand in the process.

🍃: Hakkai arrived just arrived to see you holding the man’s arm behind his back, the guy on his knees.

🍃: Chuckles at the soft, it’s quite cute seeing you being able to pin a full grown man on his knees with such a cute smile on your face.

🍃: Knees down in front of the man, he might have a smile on his face but he is not happy that some low life dared to touch his pregnant wife. Has a dangerous glint in his eyes.

🍃: Warns the man not to come back, tells him if he does he will kill him.

🍃: Praises you, is happy that you were able to stay safe but he still would rather stay by your side now.

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Kougaiji:

👑:Nearly has a panic attack when he finds you missing from the mansion.

👑: Him and Dokugakuji go out to find you. He is furious that someone dared to take his Princess.

👑:Anyone that crosses his path is going to be fucking dead, the man is seeing red. He’s not gonna stop until he finds you and make sure you and his unborn child are okay.

👑: Though when he finally reaches where you are held he’s a bit baffled seeing all the corpse’s outside the hut. Dokugakuji tries to hold him back but the man is running on pure adrenaline.

👑: Though he’s a bit baffled to see you completely unharmed with a large smile on your face. Your arms wrapping around his waist. He of course kisses you back but damn is he confused.

👑: Did his princess, did you do all of this but yourself?

👑: You laugh it off telling him it wasn’t so hard.

‘You’re the one that trained me, remember.’ You teased.

👑: Scolds you at first though it’s more of him worrying about you and his child.

👑: Dokugakuji praises how strong you love become, teases that the little princess or princess will be just as strong.

👑: Kougaiji ignores him as he carries you back, he finally relaxes listing to you happily chat with his friend.

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I love this especially Sanzo is a bit peeved at how to handle them before they got together, he found their shyness cute when he realised his feelings, he can tease them but he will threaten anyone who does, he will initiate the kisses & other things too, he likes it when they fall asleep on his shoulder even though he will never admit it XD, he enjoys it when they hide against his side when they're embarrassed, they mean so much to him & he will protect them, Hakkai is more open about their relationship, he will carry them on his back if they're tired, he thinks it's cute that they're shy around him, he thinks life has meaning when he's with them, he will not play nice if something is making them uncomfortable, the silence between them isn't awkward, he will only tease them lightly, he loves that they tugs his sleeves for any acts of intimacy, and he won't do PDA if they're uncomfortable. Thank you so much for doing my request because I love it so much :) Can I request for Saiyuki now? Only if you don't mind of course!

Of course! I adored it and you most defiantly can.

Also I must say that I love all of this that your wrote and it made me very happy.

It took me out of the awful mood I was in.

So please do send me some Saiyuk requests.

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Y/n: *Kisses Sanzo’s cheek*

Sanzo: What the fuck was that?

Y/n: Affection?

Sanzo: Disgusting.

Y/n:….

Sanzo:…

Sanzo: Do it again.

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♡ , ■ , ☆ , and ☾ headcanons for Genjo Sanzo pls and thank you! I hope your day/night is great.

A/n: I still love this man.

♡ - romantic headcanon: Sanzo was never really a romantic type, he’s still a little awkward when it comes to your’s and his relationship. He doesn’t really know how to act and most of the time he’s going to Hakkai for help.

If it’s your birthday or some other special holiday then he will get you your favorite flower if he can, treat you to a nice meal. Though if you two are stuck in the middle of the woods and it’s a special day then the man would do his best to make happy. While he knows you don’t mind and you’d just love to spend your time around him, the blond would still do anything to see that smile of yours.

■ -  Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon: A temple, nothing special in his eyes though you seemed to make the room your own by placing flowers near the window. You may have a small wind chime, you really make the room brighten with your presence alone.

Though if you two are still traveling and you end up in a hotel room you keep the room clean, windows open during the day and closed on most nights unless it’s too hot while the clothing are folded neatly on the chair.

☆ - happy headcanon: Watching his children run around the temples, knowing that they and you are safe from harm. While the whispering comments from the other monk’s may bother him from time to mind he start’s to realize that it does not really bother him anymore.

He’s happy seeing them play in the dirt and to have a childhood, Sanzo is happy when he get’s to spend his nights with you, keeping you close.

☾ - sleep headcanon: Most of the time you may find the man slumped in his chair, a scroll in one hand while his glasses are nearly slipping off his nose. So doing your best not to wake him you place a blanket over his body.

If Sanzo manages to get into a bed with you then he tends to keep you securely close to his chest with his arms wrapped around your waist though his favorite position is you being the bigger spoon, his head resting on your chest while his hand is holding on to yours.

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11"will it be too cliche to say I love you?" For sanzo Christmas OuO I freaking love the shit out of your blog❤️❤️

A/n: FIRST THANK YOU!!! OMG THAT MEANS SO MUCH AGH THANK YOU

Second! Adorable!!

Prompt: ‘will it be too cliche to say I love you?’

Sanzo never liked the cold, just like how he hates the rain. It was just another reminder on how alone he was until he meet you. You seemed to balance the group out,with your kind smiles not to mention how you could old your own agsinst Gojyo.

Now the man didn’t know when exactly he fell in love with you but he knew it had to be around the winter time and with each passing day he started to feel that warmth people blabed about.

Turning a page in a book he was reading he only looked up once he heard the door open.

“You’re going to let the cold in? Besides why are you back so early?”

Kicking the snow off your boots you just let out a smile laugh. “Oh haha Hakkai brought Gojyo back to his room, the idiot ran his mouth so I threw some snow at him...it’s not my fault it happened to have a chunk of ice in it.

Snorting Sanzo closed the book, his glasses nearly falling off his face.

“Then why aren’t you in your room?!”

Pouting you walked over to his bed then fell back on it.

“That’s not very nice, I wanted to see you...plus it’s really warm in here.”

Feeling your face burn you buried your face into the bed.

“Fine...you can stay just don’t bother me.” He muttered opening the book again, his cheeks dusting pink.

Closing your eyes you shifted your body trying to get comfortable though you could only feel your heart racing as you stared out the window watching the snow fall.

“Hey Sanzo”

Closing his book the blonde turned his attention to you.

“What?”

Biting your lip you sat up then moved to the edge of Sanzo’s bed.

“will it be too cliche to say I love you?”

Silence was the first thing you heard, you weren’t expecting much. He tended to keep his emotions to himself, the second thing was the book he was reading falling into the ground.

“What?”

Letting out a nervous laugh you stood up then clasped your hands behind your back. “Oh haha nothing I’m forget I said it! It was nothing.”

“You.”

Shaking his head Sanzo stepped closer to you, grasping your chin he pulled you in for a small kiss.

“Idiot....I love you too.”

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Kougaiji: It’s a white flag and you may as well start waving it now, human! 

Y/n:The only thing I’ll be waving is your decapiated head on a stick in front of your weeping friends and family!

Sanzo:

Goku:

Gojyo:

Hakkai:

Lirin/Yaone/Dokugakuji:

Kougaiji: Good lord.

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Gojyo : Our first year as a married couple and we’re still in love.

Y/n : In your face, those who said we wouldn’t last a year!

Sanzo : I stand by my wedding toast

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☼ for genjo sanzo

A/n: ahh yess everyone’s favorite priest.

☼ - appearance headcanon:

Sanzo tends to keep his blond short, the man doesn’t like his hair long. Tends to think that it would get in his way.

Though if you beg him enough and the two of you are living on your own he might just let his hair grow out just for you.

The man does not really do much to his hair, doesn’t really care about styling it.