#onmyoji x reader

[hiraeth-sonder]

Delusive Masks - Nasu

Yan! Tamamo no Mae x Reader

Old foxes aren't the best servants, they're wily and complex, and most of all, possessive

TW: Mentions of violence in the form of burning, general toxic manipulative behaviour, not really proof read

//The brainrot hit so bad that I wrote a bad fever dream. A whole bunch of liberties taken with the way being an onmyoji works and with characters as per usual. Poem is from 陽成院歌合, topic of 夏虫の恋 and is number 06 of the whole collection

あふことを, いつともしらぬ

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To be a good person is not difficult, to be a good onmyoji perhaps less so. For many people, merely getting the skill and natural ability to qualify as one is already a kind of privilege, it taints the way they view themselves, creating grandiose splendours that they can transcend beyond the mortal principles. Yet when one becomes powerful enough to summon shikigami beyond weak spirits imbued into paper dolls, it gets to their head. They suddenly, foolishly believe themselves capable of nothing short of miracles. How fast they fall, turning themselves into cruel masters, bidding their servants to acts no better than the very yokai they seek to exorcise, kicking upon their shikigami to which they had entered that sacred contract. 

You are grateful for many things in life, the first that you had good parents that supported your wishes, the second that you could become a practising onmyoji, and the third being your master’s consistent and persistent hammering of humility and altruism. No lesser or greater than any being that walks upon this world, whether human or spirit, your duty was to protect the innocent and excise the guilty. Of course, he had worded it much more eloquently than such, but the motive was still present in his orotund words. 

Your shikigami are as equally deserving of respect as you are, unconditional kindness could very often make the difference between an evil spirit and a good one. You have stuck by such truths for as long as you have started, even when the only spirits under your command were Ubume and Zashiki Warashi. It became a promise of kinds, that you would always do right by them so long as they showed the same sentiment in return. Eventually, you ended up with quite a few of them, a good entourage of them you knew you could trust. Yet, it was rather difficult for people to take you seriously without certifiably powerful spirits, or perhaps it was more accurate to say that there was a certain gap between the perceived disciple of the great Abe no Seimei, and the reality that you were. 

There was some part of you that did resent that expectation, partly that others should have no right to comment on your ability solely on your patronage, and partly because it felt too close to home. Of course you knew it was shameful to be so powerless when you study under one of the best practitioners, it is only natural you did. 

The smell of incense fills your nose as your eyes adjust to the dim room, a talisman before you laying on the wooden floor. With a brush in hand, dipped in ink and poised for use, you calm your pounding heart. You have already summoned a few shikigami before, yet at this very moment, you could feel nothing but inexplicable foreboding. It made no sense, with your current living quarters more than protected by both your and your shikigamis’ efforts, yet you could not merely shake off the tenseness in your joints and the roiling in your stomach. 

It hurts, everything still hurts. Your hands from all the preparation, your knees from kneeling on such hard floors, your head from everything that has been and shall be. It is as though your body only knows to bear suffering, pain from which is borne from being mortal, pain borne of the pure action of breathing. 

Still, you close your eyes and take a deep breath. Picking up your brush in a ramrod perfect posture, the incantation so familiar to your lips spill out as ink stains the talisman. Your voice starts soft, barely a whisper in the wind and as your hand scrawls and scrawls with a fervour not quite known to human consciousness, it rises until the only sound in your ear is your very own words. 

The moment your brush lifts off the paper and the ink settles within, placed within the circle, it resonates and glows, bursting with light and into flame as it burns into a brilliant blaze. It threatens to engulf the summoning room, grazing at the ceiling as even the fire from your candles are absorbed into such a violent inferno. You can feel the heat, practically licking your skin and singeing the ends of your coat, sweat beading at your brow as you shield your eyes from the bright display. 

Even when the flames dim, what is before your eyes is merely the shaping of the firestorm into nine distinct tails, a vulpine silhouette that eventually reveals a tall figure, draped in silks and brocades. With an elaborate fox-like mask hiding the top half of his face, this spirit which presented himself as both court official and decadent noble snapped open his fan to further hide his jade white visage. Among the cool night, all you could feel was the radiating heat from his form, even if he retracted his flames, it was as if there was nothing beyond him and his fire. 

The high wooden geta clacks against the wooden floorboards, elegant footfalls approaching you ever closer as he steps out of the circle. He makes no effort to lower himself to your level, fervid eyes burning behind the mask as he tips his fan beneath your chin and lifts it. The spirit takes a gander at your appearance, scrutinising your every feature with an intensity far beyond mild interest. 

“This place has experienced great change since I’ve last been here,” The old fox’s lips curl into a smile, the peek of sharp canines peeking from behind. His voice is sultry, a minacious bite to his words,  “Onmyoji, we finally finally meet.”

No matter this first introduction, dealing with this great spirit will be much more complicated than any you have ever met. A venerable kitsune in which vagary destruction lay right at the snap of his fingers, no matter what kind of fate he deems worthy for your mortal self, it is exactly because you are mortal that you should meet this trial. 

Bowing, you raise your clasped hands in front of you and dip until you feel your back screech for mercy, “Tamamo no mae-sama, it is an honour to meet you.”

“Do take care of me, little lady,” He croons and a shiver runs through your bones, no matter how gentle his words were.

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なつむしの, おもひはかぎり

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“Master, I did not think you would arrive so quickly.”

Your hands are steady as you tip the lacquered teapot, fragrant tea pouring in a steady stream from its slender spout. The dark liquid a blend you rarely take out other than to entertain your master, there is a certain trepidation that comes with such an act, one you are not sure when will finally leave you. The joints of your fingers ache, throbbing even as you lay at rest. 

“It is so wrong for me to worry for you?” He raises a brow, azure eyes regarding you with some placid gleam.

Despite your admittedly out of place nerves, your master has done nothing to warrant such, that in spite of his graceful and aloof poise, Seimei may likely be one of the kindest people you have ever met. You understand that a person can in no way be entirely benevolent nor evil, for that is what makes a sentient being sentient, but there is merely something about him that brings forward ease within a person. 

You only shake your head, an abashed quirk tugging at your lips. Watching him take a sip from his cup, your mind drifts back to the message you had sent. A letter that was hastily scrawled and messy beyond reason, the paper carried the distinct stench of smoke and ash, it was a moment of panic now that you could look upon the incident with a much clearer head. The minute you had situated the old yokai in conditions appeasable to his own tastes, you remember sprinting back to your room, sweat clinging to your skin and staining the paper as you wrote, informing your master what had just occurred and asking for his guidance. 

“Of course not, I just thought you would have taken more time to get here,” You hum, your voice lowered and sheepish. “Were you not at the capital when my letter arrived?”

Your master only nods, “Your words were so fearful, I thought you had come across a great trouble.”

He takes a moment to partake from his drink once more, a silence falling upon the sun-lit room as birds chirp in the nearby trees and the sound of your shikigami going about their lives ring from the distance. You rest your eyes upon his form, noting the seeming flawlessness of his presence. Sharper features that hinted at some otherworldly grace, just the most minute sign found in the form of the slight furrow of his brow revealed the distress that plagued him. Then, his long lashes flutter open, and your master merely seems to smile, relief all but seeping from his eyes. 

“I am glad you are well.”

Averting your gaze, you thank him under your breath as heat flushes at the tips of your ears, not quite certain whether such bashfulness stems from troubling him or emotions else explained. 

You can only move the conversation of topic away from that moment, putting on a facade of ease, “I thought you would have more insight about him.”

The expression on his face shifts ever so slightly, a sudden hardness in his eyes as he grips the teacup just the little tighter. 

“He…has experienced a great number of losses due to both divine and human action,” He manages to breathe out, the sound almost all but serene if not for the lengthy pause between his words. Your master inhales, as though to continue his words, yet he only sighs, “I am afraid that is as much as I can disclose for now, it is not my place to tell what he does not wish to be revealed.”

Just as you think to pry just a little further, Hana’s voice echoes from beyond the closed doors, asking for your presence. There is a concern tinging her words, and judging by the pattering of rushed footsteps, this was a matter that required your immediate and utmost earnest attention. 

“Master, I must apologise but…” Your eyes glance between him and the door, chest tightening ever so slightly as blood rushes through your veins. 

Seimei merely shakes his head, an assuaging expression on his face as he waves you off, “Do not worry about me, go ahead.”

Nodding, you rise as quickly as possible, rushing off as you are swiftly carted off to the issue. The white haired man remains in his seated position, taking in the scent of his tea as he closes his eyes. He hears the silence of the wind, with neither bird song nor liveliness of existence. Seimei finishes the rest of his tea, herbal and heady fragrance greeting his senses for the last time before he places it down alongside your abandoned cup. 

He takes a breath, not bothering to open his eyes as he speaks, “Uncle, I know you are there.”

From beyond the door and announcing his entrance through soft clicks, a masked man deigns to show his face as he lowers his fan. With his lips almost permanently lifted in mirth, the scarlet markings that painted his mask aided with the unease that your master suddenly feels creeping onto his spine. He is unfamiliar with this sensation, especially from the man before him. 

“Seimei, its been a long time,” The old fox croons, insouciant tinge to his voice. 

Without missing a beat, your master finds a new urgency within him, “What are your intentions with my disciple?”

“We have yet to see each other after so long and this is your first question for me?” Tamamo hums, an unexplainable expression on his jade white face. His fan taps against his jaw in a rhythmic manner, voice much more playful and recondite than Seimei would have liked, “She called out and I responded, nothing more, nothing less.”

“If you have any malintention upon her, I fear I may have to take action.”

Not quite a threat, for even he is unable to deny their relationship, but more so a warning. This tension between the two of them has an unspoken depth, one that had existed long before this clandestine reunion, and with Seimei’s admittedly almost obvious concern for your wellbeing, it only seems to sour so. 

The old fox smiles, and the younger finds that he does not enjoy the way those golden eyes seem to shine with burning regard from beyond the mask. Tamamo only muses, yet despite the airy nature of his voice, behind his lilt was a zealous avariciousness, “I promise you, no harm shall befall her so long as I am by her side.”

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なくやあるらん

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For all that the froglets incident was worth, a situation that had been more so confusing and hysterical for the regional townspeople than any life-threatening catastrophe as you had been led to believe, it was only a mild inconvenience. A few dozen little frogs dressed to appear as great yokais were merely wandering around and acting as if they were the spirits themselves, of course they had also been imbued with some kind of ability that allowed them to recreate such acts, but it was still not some matter that would raze the whole of Heian-Kyo. 

Still, that had not meant you expected to return to your abode with said froglets nipping at your heels ready to make themselves useful. 

“Master…” At a loss for words, Momo could only cock her head at the image before her. 

Rather than being seated at your desk pouring over documents, you were instead making yourself quite busy with some leisurely reading while the froglets dedicate themselves to stacking your books in an order only they seemed to know. 

“It’s okay, they are not causing any issue,” You smile, an amused huff escaping your nose when your eyes drift to Susabi Frog balancing on top of Ichimokuren Frog as it just barely pushes a star chart into place, “I am just keeping them busy.”

Turning your attention back to Momo, you place down your book as you roll your shoulders back, the vertebrae in your spine not quite as sore. “Did you have something for me to look at?”

“Ubume asked whether you wanted to join us for lunch or have us eat with you.” Her voice is slightly hesitant, just one step away from wavering. 

It feels like instinct at this point, you rest your head upon your palm and squeeze your eyes in delight. If you had to be honest, you did quite miss being able to have meals with your shikigamis, always some lively affair and certainly occuring far too sparsely for your liking.

“It has been some time since we all sat down together and ate, has it not?”

She nods her head, a hopeful expression on her face as her eyes widen in mock innocence, “Mhm! So will you?”

You laugh, shaking your head as you get up and dust your clothes. An excitement fills her as the little blooms in her hair burst open, grabbing your arm and all but dragging you out. Turning a glance to the froglets, you wave them over and they come scampering to your side at the first notice, almost all too excited to follow along. They clamour in the occasional croak or ribbit, asking about this and that. More akin to children, you wonder when that sentiment started. 

By the time you arrive in your courtyard, it is all but a wonderfully teeming gathering, noise filling your ears in a manner that only served to coax your heart from its tight cage. Seeing them like this, you are happy that you get to have such a sight, living free from suffering and safe, that was the most important point, that they were safe. 

“I see you all are in good spirits,” You hum, an announcement that is swiftly followed by a symphony of ‘Master’s’. 

Some of the younger shikigami immediately leap from their seats to your side, to which you only greet them with on overfond smile and a pat on the head. Those busy with serving food or handing out cutlery likewise greet you, not quite able to pull themselves away from their tasks but still sending a smile or a wave. Momo is quick to join everyone else, flitting between chatting and aiding. Ootengu had busied himself with scooping soup while Hana had been floating around ensuring everyone had some kind of meal, leaving one person notably uninvolved. 

“Little lady,” The old yokai calls for you, resting his head on his palm as a smile plays on his lips. Sitting beneath the plum blossom tree, he almost looks like the subject of a great painting under falling petals and soft sunlight. Just the view of such makes you almost afraid to approach him, yet still you do so. You are unable to tell exactly whether his levity is real, but you can only assume so by his leisurely tone, “Have the froglets been helping you?”

Glancing at the frogs now being babied by the rest of your shikigami, a notion you did not think they would take up so fast, you only laugh, “They are very earnest, thank you.”

Silence falls upon the two of you and for a moment, it truly does feel that all is right in the world. There is little discomfort in your body, joints no longer cracking at every minute action nor head pounding at every little stimulus that dared to exist. The smell of sweet flowers and delightful aroma of proper food fills the air, and you yearn for nothing more than these days to continue on. 

Those froglets, troublesome at first though they may, had ended up being a kind of blessing. For ever since their attempted marauding, you have had little, if any issues that required your action. You spend your days reading and writing, responding to correspondence and finally able to focus on your studies. 

It is while reminiscing that Tamamo’s silvery words reach your ears, pleasant and coaxing. 

“These few weeks have been rather peaceful, don’t you think?” He tilts his head to the side, meeting your gaze in a single move. 

You squeeze your eyes again, a soft sigh escaping you as a smile tugs at your lips, “It has, I can finally get to some marriage proposals I had apparently recieved.”

For a moment, just the slightest second late, you thought the old fox’s expression darkened. Yet just as quickly as it came, it left, and he simply continues on. His eagerness almost resembles that of those older ladies, that crooning voice asking for more and more, ready to give advice you never thought you would need, older yokais surely were no different than mortals. 

“Oh? And who is the lucky fellow?” His nails, scarlet and far longer than you remember, clasp around his fan. 

“Just another onmyoji, he isn’t from the big name clans that sent their pathetic excuse they call letters,” You sigh, then hold your hands up in clarification, as though to correct yourself from your perceived distate, “Which is good, less likely to be some bigoted oaf.”

Tamamo merely hums, snapping open his fan to hide the bottom of his face, yet there was an odd wry tinge to his words, “How intriguing, our little lady seems to be quite popular to attract even onmyojis from the big clans.”

“Don’t flatter me, they just want to find someone they can continue their bloodlines with.”

Rolling your eyes, an acerbic grin appears on your face as you take a drink from the teacup one of the froglets brought over. Just like those old ladies, he places a hand on your shoulder and with an assuaging tone, a sense of warm reassurance is poured into your being. 

“Well, you won’t have to worry. I’m certain you will have no trouble.”

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またまたも, みをぞすてつる

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Kiyohara Genjirou, a practicing onmyoji that had sought you out not only for his pursuit of the craft but admiration as well. So he cited in his first correspondence, and so you would like to believe. 

As he wrote to you, you found him an eloquent and diligent man. Genjirou, though not hailing from a noble family nor considered talented enough to join a major clan, wandered through the country aiding when he could. All he had were paper dolls and simple talisman, yet that was all he needed. He had heard tales from those whose qualms you have solved, and had grown curious of your being. It was natural, yet this natural curiosity had grown to longing when he caught a glimpse of you in the city. 

The image he described of you had seem otherworldly when you first read it, donned in simple robes and merely another face among the crowd, his eyes had no choice but to follow along your form, entirely unable to pull away from you. As if sent down from the high heavens, even the slightest whisper of your voice had made him understand why men should turn to religion. 

You thought of him less fondly, perhaps not an infatuation such as his but an interest nonetheless. He had only sent two letters, the first that had been introductory and more similar to polite courtesy, the second much more personal and akin to courting. Still, you had been touched by his words, further still when you read the last portion. He would make the journey to your estate, to meet you and to perhaps, if you would allow him the chance to, to court you. 

It was by no means a demand, but rather a suggestion. Genjirou had gone so far as to write that should you not find him appealing in any manner, that should you deem him overstepping, you were in every right to have him kicked out and his hair cut short. 

You remember showing Tamamo the letter, surrounded by the froglets as he read from behind your shoulder. You told him that you would like to meet such a staunch person, and perhaps at the time, you had laughed alongside him when he said that should Genjirou truly act as he feared, then it would not be humiliation that he would bear. There was nothing to worry for, all you had to do was await his arrival. 

Yet, despite his staid words and his solemn promises, he never came. 

Under the moonlight and through the cold night wind, you can only let out a soft sigh. Your shoulders slump beneath your robes as all of a sudden, your body feels too heavy for your feet. Leaning against the wooden pillars of the front gate, that familiar tightness in your chest returns once more. Yet rather than what feels like your ribs enclosing onto your rapidly beating heart, what occurs to you now is more akin to that sentimental organ squeezing against its cage, yearning to pry straight through to leap out and wither away. Your lungs long for air, forcing in and out and yet it is not enough, never enough. 

It is cold, so, so cold. Why were you cold?

Closing your eyes, you feel a presence approach from behind you, then a hand pulls you away from your resting spot. You lay against a warm body, that even through layers and layers of silk and brocade, you do not even have to open your eyes to know who it is. 

“Tamamo,” Your murmur disappears into the night, yet it is a call that he hears and responds to. 

With your limp limbs that which hang uselessly, the old fox gathers you into his embrace, allowing you to bury your face into his chest. “I thought he was different…”

Methodical and rhythmic, his chest rises and lowers, coaxing your breath to follow suite. Within his hold, there is a warmth that penetrates the skin, enveloping your tendons in loving flame. Tightly held and tightly received, Tamamo lets you dig your nails into him, until your fingertips ache and your wrists cramp up. He merely returns the sentiment, as though it was entirely natural to do so. 

“Will you be honest with me?” 

As though ashamed to even consider such a thought an option, you can barely muster your voice to above a whisper, “Do you think I’m a disappointment to my master?”

“Of course not, my little lady is very accomplished,” He croons, his voice soft and soothing. “Do you think I would have answered your call otherwise?”

Still enveloped in his presence, you inhale the familiar smell that clings to him. When he speaks to you as such, it truly does feel like all will be right in this world. Desiring nothing more than to keep you safe, this old fox you had once shrinked from has now become your only succour. How fast you had let him in your heart, that he should treat you with the same regard and care you do the rest of your shikigami, and you would become so easily reliant on what he may give you. Ironic, yet undeniably a notion you had grown aware of since his arrival. 

“Besides, he is rather foolish to give up on you,” He sighs, an undertone distantly related to triumph hidden beneath assuage and fondness. 

That graceful hand cups your face, reverent as though bearing a great treasure. Your eyes flutter open, and it is then you notice that he is no longer wearing his mask, presenting that exquisite face once hidden to you. Narrow eyes of beguiling gold with long lashes, lips that more appeared as delicate petals. No matter the scarlet markings painted upon his skin, it is no wonder that men should turn to fanaticism in the face of such sublimity. You can only stare in awe, how warm your ears flush and how heat roils in your stomach upon the sonorous hum of his voice. 

“You deserve much, much better than a human who only knows to lie to you.”

Lying on the beaten dirt path, Kiyohara Genjirou will be buried in an unmarked grave, neither name nor profession known to those who will find him. For all that remains of this unwitting suitor is the stench of smoke and shrivelled corpse, caught too soon in a fox’s tempestuous favour and left to burn in the same blazing rancour that once threatened to engulf the tranquil capital. 

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なつむしの, なほあきたらぬ

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Being a good onmyoji is not difficult, it is not some arduous task to respect and love your shikigami, to treat them as one would dear friends and family. Yet, a shikigami that has only lost and lost, when given a second chance to make it all right, what then happens to that good onmyoji is very often known only to those hidden away.

Your master, when he had learned of the events that transpired had taken it with nothing more than a furrowed brow and a sharp exhale. Before he left, he had gifted you a talisman and instructed you to hang it in your room, to which you did. Yet, that very day, it had gone missing from your door. You had no unease at it, after all, he had given you hundreds of protection talismans, what difference was one going missing?

You on the other hand, had come to realise many things about your emotions with the arrival of both dismay and prolonged peace. That old fox who has done nothing but inexplicably care for you, with no explanation nor clarification. It had come out of nowhere, that quiet wistfulness and longing glances, you nearly thought yourself mad yet it was true. Torturing yourself with what could only possibly be, one could only imagine the joy that filled you when you had to do nothing but wait just a little longer, and even that foolish wish should come to be. 

Cicadas sing in the distant night, your lover has long retired for the night and lays atop the bed, what you may see now is but his most true form, masks and disguises left at the door. Vulpine ears atop his head along with nine full tails, he once again scoops you into his embrace as even his tails move to cover you. 

“Cold…” You only whine, squirming closer as though you could crawl into his skin. 

Tamamo only huffs in amusement, no sign of actual vexation, and pulls you in closer. The increased contact brings burning touch falling upon your skin, the old fox noses along some invisible line at your neck, his lips pressing a kiss upon your pulse. He coaxes a sigh from your throat, soft and airy and almost all too practiced. Wholeheartedly embracing the fervid greed within him, you think you feel the prick of sharp canines against tender skin, yet you could care less. 

In nothing more than your sleeping robes, luxurious clothes stripped off, legs entangled and limbs intertwined. To an unwitting observer, it would be difficult to discern whose form was whose, so thoroughly ensnared fox and human may as well be one body.

With neither onmyoji nor spirit to separate the two of you, and in this little delusion, not even the heavens will seize you from his side. He has ensured it, he shall see to it that the one he loves will never bear such suffering ever again. 

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こひをたのみて

[reneezsq]

halcyon

halcyon (noun.): a period of time in the past that was idyllically happy and peaceful.

❛ !¡ pairing; susanoo x gender neutral!reader.

❛ !¡ summary; one day to relax with your own cat lover god.

❛ !¡ warnings; a bit angsty near the end.

❛ !¡ a/n; i love him sm i swear, kinda disappointed there aren’t many onmyoji writers out there, at least on tumblr i don’t see a lot of fics unfortunately.

In the quietness of the natural beauty of the earth, there, between trees and plants and flowers, stood a humble abode. At the edge of a hill, the scenery around it belongs to the owner of the house, although a part of it is enclosed near that estate to ensure a lack of trespassers in the property. A single cherry blossom stood in the middle of the yard, a gentle wind caressing the leaves and swaying the branches back and forth in a calm mannerism. Almost reflecting a mother softly lulling her child back to sleep, saying the baby back and forth.

This silence soon met its own demise at the crunching noise of dried leaves being stepped on. Not by a big boot, but instead by the delicate and sharp pitty patter of four little paws, small and honed claws scratching them accidentally. It stopped right in front of the tree. Putting its weight on its two last legs, the first two were being dirtied by the force it used to grip the dirt, as if wishing to merge with the latter to then jump right on the tree. A few beats passed, and the wind came to a stop. At that same moment, the cat jumped right towards the wood. A bird flew away.

A whine left the small animal, reluctantly accepting the embrace that had not been foreseen. The blond god in question, who had destroyed the chances of that poor little beast to hide away from the blazing sun, could only chuckle as he saw the hatred of that cat turn all fuzzy once he started petting its head.

His steps brought him back inside the house, and he closed the door behind him in a suspicious silence. His careful eyes darted across the room, seizing up every furniture with a curiosity that seemed impossible on the face of a god as old as he is. A few thousands of years can’t help him find where his beloved ran to during his little outing to catch that small naughty boy who went out on an escapade. He walked closer to the small couch, placing the cat there. It lazily laid down, showing the man its belly and almost replicating the pleas his lover do when they wish for some cuddles: which means batting its eyelashes like a saint and raising its paws to appear innocent and almost hurt by his ignorance.

Rolling his eyes playfully, he sat down, indulging in the funny little tricks of that small cat. Two fingers were put between the ears of the animal, the two muscles twitching at the contact. Then, he dragged his fingers down towards the back of its neck, to then move to the front. The lazy one refused to move, forcing the god to hold it to continue the caresses in its belly. When the cat started purring, he knew he had won this small war to satisfy this greedy scoundrel who will probably soon start putting its scent on the bed and all around the house — not that it was an intrusion he seemed to mind. Although he would probably need to convince his lover with kisses, it has to be the fourth cat, or maybe fifth, that he is bringing home.

His thoughts escaped him when he felt the cat growing limp under his touch. Under the corner of his eye, he noticed that its eyes closed, and that its breathing had settled to replicate his own. What a funny little thing. He playfully ruined the perfect fur of its head before getting up to venture the rest of the house.

Arriving in the kitchen, he had guessed they wouldn’t be there. Most of the time he is the one in charge of the cooking duty, they pretend it is because of a certain laziness, but he never misses the shine in their eyes that keeps him up at night every time their palate enters in contact with something he had cooked. His eyes danced around the counter, noticing the dishes done already, and a batch of handmade cookies in a pristine jar.

Opening a cabinet, he took out a small plate and put it next to those. His gloved hands grabbed the lid, and made it spin on itself until it opened. The scent that came alongside made him breath in deeply, the smile on his face softening increasingly quickly. He picked out a few of those, probably eight or something like that. There were a few more left inside. He closed the jar, and pushed it near the wall to ensure that the sleeping one would not break anything. He took his own little time to prepare a small hot chocolate for them too, making sure to get the measurements perfectly, to do it just like they wanted. He will never miss the opportunity to feel those soft lips he cherishes so much against his skin.

Taking a tray, he put down the plate of cookies and the hot chocolate on it. Before leaving to go upstairs, he made a trip back towards the living room, taking out two books from the library on the left of the door towards the backyard. The first one of that series was missing, they were probably reading it right now. Having acquired all he needed, he finally went upstairs.

The bedroom door was half open. Found them. Knocking on the door twice, he refused to fully open it until he heard a soft hum welcoming him. The two smiled at each other like two fools in love — what they absolutely were — once they saw the other. He put down the tray on the bedside table, sitting on the bed. His eyes fell down to the book they were holding. He was correct after all, they were reading the first book of the series. The wind entered the room, blowing some freezing air as if it was playing with them for fun. He did not tremble, but he felt them rub their arms.

Eyeing the room, he found the culprit: an open window. A bolt of thunder made it close, the mark on his forehead shining slightly as he used his powers. His other hand caught the blanket at the end of the bed, wrapping it around their shoulder. He stole a small kiss, watching teasingly as he saw their surprise and felt the heat of their breath against his face. He had to stifle a laugh, and they giggled too. Their foreheads touched for a slight second, making them stare at the other’s eye. He saw the world in their eyes, and they saw themselves in his. His arms then embraced them in warmth, coddling them close to his chest and drowning away the loneliness that they both felt for so long.

“Is it okay ?” They nodded against him, their head resting against his shoulder as his hand came to rest on their hip, his arm behind their back keeping them close and secure. He grabbed the mug by the handle, giving it to them as they grabbed it with both hands, feeling how hot it was. He took a cookie, putting it in the hot chocolate and hand feeding them as they giggled about how cringe that whole scene was. He playfully rolled his eyes, doing it again but feeding it to himself. They faked a dramatic gasp of pain and betrayal, taking another bite out of the cookie themselves before stealing the plate on the tray that had been placed down, making him say absurd things in exchange for the tiniest bite.

Time went by, and soon dusk came along. The sound of the shower lulled him into calmness as he stared at the view outside. A small fat bird was singing on a branch of the cherry blossom. Another more little bird came in the end, hiding under the wing of the other one. They were both singing along, almost. Chirping away as if it was all they could do anymore, until they had to wait for the end. It was all they could do in truth, and it reminded him how fragile and mortal the world around him was. How easy it would be for someone to chop off that tree, to destroy the branches, to take away the flowers and the leaves, to kill those birds after taking away their home. To simply, ruin all there is to be ruined. And who would be there to rebuild it all ? Humans are strong, but they can be so fragile when the time calls for it. They can just simply vanish, to never be seen again. And once forgotten, nothing is left of their existence. And the past that has been written, is not anymore.

“Susanoo ?” Fingers caressed his cheek, taking him out of his mind. He looked at them, those eyes full of worries. Those eyes that loved him. Those eyes full of stars. Those eyes that carry the world, the world that he loved. Those eyes that carry the ocean, carrying it the soft song of a mermaid’s lullaby, taken away into the lands. Lands muddy with the rain, with the cries and prayers of those who fancy the gods above. Gods that answer, while others can’t. There is this uncertainty when praying, and that’s beautiful. That’s the beauty of the world. Those eyes are the beauty of the world.

He took their hand in his, his head resting against their chest. At the sound of their heartbeat, he relaxed. They sat down on the desk, letting him embrace their waist as he continued to stare at the birds. He felt hands in his hair, braiding a bit of his blond hair. His eyes closed, and he let out a hum as they brushed a certain part of his neck, a small smile playing on his lips. They continued to rub that spot, making his shoulders tremble as he tried to stop himself from laughing.

“Stop that. It tickles.” They rubbed the spot a few more times, only stopping when he grabbed their hands and kissed their cheek. His head rested on their shoulder, hands going up and down their back. Their gaze followed his towards the view outside, their chin on his head.

“The world is beautiful.” “It is.”

TAGGING:: @amxto; @dxmoness (sounds like you’ll be the only ones interested)

[benevolentcalamity]

By the Ruinous Sea [Susabi x GN!Reader]

It's been a while since I did a fic for Onmyoji, so what better way to return to it than with my first SSR. Heheeee~

CURTAINS!

"Susabi-Kamisama."

With a flick of your fingers, the incense lights, the distant tide calming in a blink.

"Hear me..."

A village by the sea, once proud with bounties of fish and joy. Legends speak of a boy who lived in it that could predict the coming storms, and thusly the people were blessed with his fortunes and visions. Over time, though, his predictions would be more wrong by the day, until the village turned against him. In their fury, they deemed him a perfect sacrifice to their god.

What followed was perfect ruin. Be it because the god rejected their offering, or simply that they had disgraced a gift, the village was decimated beyond repair. Very few managed to escape all this trauma, and whoever did could only speak that fear in hushed tongues.

Your mother, for example, and her mother before and even her mother before, passed this tale down. It took you a long time to track down this village, moreso because the wreckage is unrecognizable from many others like it. But now you're here, and you can finally unload this burden.

"I am not a child of this village, therefore I've no right to speak or pray on its behalf - of this you know yourself." You swallow. "But all the same, I ask your forgiveness of those who once lived here. Their grave sin of spurning your gift cost them dearly, the punishment swift and absolute." For a moment there's a flicker, and you pause, opening your ears, before clearing your throat. "They hadn't a clue the weight of their decisions. Even so, it was too cruel an action, sacrificing a dear child that had brought no evil."

Outside, the tide roars a moment, slapping against the rotted wood door. At first you're shaken to the core; could it be Susabi himself responding to you? Or perhaps it's something else. All the same, you must finish your prayer. Tightening your palms together, the prayer beads sway on your wrists with the growing breeze.

"... Susabi-kamisama, forgive them, I beg." You swallow. "That regret haunted them, and it haunts us, their distant children. Their souls cry with each homage, and the scent of the ocean brings naught but tears. The time for that pain has passed, has it not? For that poor boy rests now among the stars... My only wish is for him and you to know, truly, how deeply we seek atonement."

The ocean goes quiet, unbearably. At the same time, the wind does as well.

"Susabi-kamisama..."

Shame weighs down your heart, not in an insincere prayer, but a notion it will never be heard. Perhaps it is deserved - what god would listen to a lineage like yours that cursed a gift? - and yet you can't help but despair. Swallowing harshly, you lower your folded hands onto the ground, adjusting so you can rest your forehead on them. You'll remain for a while... Maybe get some sleep before you begin the journey home.

You hardly have enough in your purse to buy more meat buns, and traveling merchants are more... lascivious when it comes to someone like you so pious and gentle. But you're hardly a fool, so the berating is not new.

A soft light on the sand draws your eye, and slowly you rise up. With the incense halfway burned, and the offerings still fresh, you blink. Something passes through your heart, and you unevenly gasp, standing and whirling around.

Standing there at the door, arms crossed, is a man. Deep indigo, almost black hair near-obscures the one eye, his ornate clothes signifying deep importance. Displeasure, annoyance even, curls his lip and furrows his brows, sharp eyes looking down at you. Not from his nose, no, but simply from his standing. Even with a momentary onceover you realize, this is not a man to be trifled with.

"Foolish humans... They reject the gifts from the gods they so wanted, and take so long to show even a hint of remorse for their callousness." His derision isn't directed at you, and yet it stings. "... Their god is not here. Your prayers shall be heard by no one. Even if it were, what good would it do now? If your distant ancestors were complicit in the child's suffering, then it would be their duty to apologize, not you."

"Children pay for the sins of their parents," You reply. "... That's what I've always known."

An exasperated huff is the response, and your brow furrows.

"... Even if it isn't my responsibility to apologize for what was done that day, it has never felt right to me to brush it away as simple folklore or a wives' tale. If I can do this much, then the guilt that has haunted us for so long will be lifted, someday." You swallow. "Be it by their own admission, or on behalf of the dead, is it not unfair that a past sin be ignored?"

"And is it fair, then, that a babe be punished for a father's cruelty?"

Your hands tremble. "... No."

"The guilt you speak of is a bodiless heirloom of no value. The sin committed in this place has been punished, and there is no more to say or do. The gods will hear no prayer that is unneeded to say." He takes a few steps closer to you, towering over you. "... Leave this village, and do not return - you have no business bearing sins uncommitted."

Somehow, someway, you maintain to meet his eyes. "... Who are you, exactly?"

He doesn't answer.

"You know of this village as well, don't you? What is your family name?"

He remains silent, his gaze drawing to the side as the ocean regains its vigor.

You gulp. "... Wait a moment..."

That's when you have his attention. "The tides will recede tonight, another wave to follow. Before long it'll sweep away what remains of this place." Then his eyes snap back to you. "... Go home, [Name]. And don't come back."

A cold whir in your ears, and your one hand rises. "... Susabi-kamisama...?"

His hand sweeps, and the incense burns out, the ocean beginning to roar. "Leave."

Defeat draws a soft breath from your chest, and you decide to simply do as he says. Pushing open the rotted door, you notice the ominous calm of the sea. Biting your lip, you note how it shrinks away, little by little, like a critter not wanting to be seen by a fox. Seems it is readying itself for another tsunami...

Your innate demeanor guides you to turn back to thank him for the warning, but strangely, the man is gone. All that remains is the soft glimmer that only slightly resembles the divine starlight that twinkled even in his eyes.

A soft nod, and you turn to begin the journey, clutching your beads tight as you ascend into the lonely paths of the highlands.

"Susabi-kamisama... I thank you, for your mercy."

A shooting star above, straight forward over your path, is the sole reply.

[fourtyfourcatss]

୨⎯ "for @immagirlfailure " ⎯୧

✑ from what i’ve read from you, you seem like the type who wants to fit in for your securities but you also have the want to be out of the ordinary — so you show this in more inconspicuous ways. i can tell you want to make good impressions on people too. in no way am i judging you of course! this helps with my matchups. alongside all of that, and the information you have sent me, these are who I have picked for you!

GINTAMA ✑ TATSUMA SAKAMOTO

✑ this man right here will make you feel so special, and so right to yourself. he’s the type of person who sees you at your worst and most vulnerable — and the first thing he does is wind his arms around you and whispering tenderly into your ear, “are you ok, love?” and he rubs your arms and embraces you whole for who you are truly. he’s compassionate, extremely so, even though its hidden behind many of his other words and actions. thats why, i think he will be able to nestle deep into your heart and let you release your laughs <3

✑ tatsuma is very goofy and silly yes, he wants to enjoy life and what it has to offer with you by his side, the air around the two of you light but affectionate. but he is also he thinks you are truly someone endearing, someone worth the endearments. if you choose to stay on earth, it would sadden him greatly to not have you be at his side, but like the gentleman he is, he sees you off with a brave face and kisses at your hands and temple (and lips but sometimes hes so clingy with you that mutsu has to drag him before kiss 😞)

✑ he dresses up as a fucking penguin for halloween

✑ slowdancing at night with your voice as the music. it feels idyllic as he grasps your waist and the two of you sway to the music. sometimes it would be traditional western ballroom dancing for romanticism, and diluted movements so he can look at you. his gaze is very intense and tender during this time, his hold heavy, and you really start to think, “is he really not in condition to hold a sword?” from how he grasps your waist. he is one of the joui four. he’ll sweep you away with his words and expressions on his every action.

✑ as a trading company, politics and mingling is very important! he will be counting on your assistance, since you seem well versed with banquets and the like.

✑ if you do go with him, you share a large bedroom with him and your own private study for reading. he’ll stock you with all you need and more ❤︎₊ ⊹

TWST ✑ JADE LEECH

✑ eccentric? jade is a man well abled dealing with whatever ails you; be it physical or whatnot. he is very intrigued by your tastes and attitude, making a point to tap you on the shoulder and peering down at you. he’s too fucking tall compared to you, and delights in lightly teasing you regarding it since you made a point to bring it up. you trying to make this happen constantly or something? 😭 floyd talks enough with that constant reminder of shrimpy! almost nobody believes you when you tell them this courteous man likes to poke fun of you sometimes. he’s a very observant man you see; he sees right through you many times before you get a word in. he’s going to play dumb subtly and take advantage of your denseness at first, playing you off as a lady who has been raised in a well off family with a refined culture yet with a naivety that comes with being dense itself. ah, he finds it very interesting indeed! but as he warms up to you, the more tangled he is without even noticing. the definition of stepping onto your own trap, what a doofus he is sometimes

✑ penguins are very cute creatures yes, but did you know….moray eels are cooler?

✑ he gives you food when you visit the mostro lounge - discounted. even later on in your relationship he still makes you pay, though a very small amount. money needs to be earned and you are a customer all the same if you go to the lounge! however if you go to his dorm, that is another story. and then he brings you gifts and the like visiting your dorm, every date with a fresh banquet of flowers in his hands, and some tuna for grimm! despite that, he really, really isnt that good with animals. its the one thing he’s never been good at. is it because his hands are too rough when petting? or his eyes are too much like a predators? you’ll have to show him the right way to go about animal care

✑ procrastination? we cannot have this here. jade will show you The Way of efficiency while you can feel like you are flourishing - he’ll convince and give you the motivation that is needed to complete whatever matter you must. if help is needed, he would be of assistance!

ONMYOJI ✑ KIDOUMARU

✑ you are normal compared to this fucker right here. kidoumaru demonstrates to you how romantic genetics apparently passes down from father to son with how he acts around you. not a single day of rest comes by with this guy around, suddenly appearing from the shadows behind you and talking directly into your ears. life will never be boring with him around you for sure - your blend of optimism and realism is something that isnt easy to see in humans, and it fascinates him greatly.

✑ you can fix this man in particular. your relationship does not start off romantic in any sense at all - he probably kidnapped you whilst looking for something to entertain himself with and chose the human who had the most interesting gaze at the moment. thats you. he has this sadistic feeling knowing he’s stealing you away from your family, but at the same time, he can see that you are a person who seeks happiness - chasing it with a fervent that makes him smile. wait, smile?

✑ kidoumaru cannot see himself around someone gloomy or silently pained all the time — thats why someone vibrant like you is perfect for his company. many times he will internally fall into some solemn mood, and he lets himself rely on you for feeling more upbeat.

✑ he has a growing interest in zoology after learning your likes for it — more likely he digs fun facts out of you for them. especially if they are grotesque or weird or vulgar in some way, he particularly enjoys those. he never held much interest in worldly things, but you are the start of his further deepening interest in them.

✑ it will be hard being in a relationship with him. i do not think he would his deny adoration for you, no, quite the opposite. he falls into it headfirst out of curiosity, and is prepared to accept the consequences whatever it may be. hes not like other demons.

✑ picnics, lots and lots of them. just sitting under a tree in the evening, spring wind brushing the trees and sitting together.

[a/n]: i hope you enjoyed these matchups!! ive given you a lot of sadistic men, i hope youre fine with that. even read the descriptions and asks over and over while writing to get better ideas lol. i appreciate this exchange and i cant wait for mine!

[qingxin-flowers]

“You or the world?”

Or, what if they had to choose between you or the world?

Featuring: Susanoo, Divine Prophet Susabi, Enmusubi, Miketsu

Warnings: None

Notes: There will be more parts for the other gods coming soon!

Susanoo

The world

It comes without a doubt that the executioner god should choose the world over a single mortal. After all, he is the one that is meant to quell chaos and keep the peace of the world, let everyone live in peaceful harmony so long as his existence is still around. 

But what about the man who holds the title of executioner god? What about the man named Susanoo who had forsaken his promise to love all humans equally the moment he realized that he had fallen in love with you? 

Protecting the world was a heavy responsibility to shoulder but after meeting and falling in love with you, that burden seemed to be lifted by a considerable amount; after all, you were part of this world so protecting the world also meant protecting you alongside the people that he was already meant to protect. How cruel it was to ask him whether you or the world was more important to him, as if he had a choice to begin with.

"I love you," he whispers into the quiet night, holding you close as if you would slip through his fingers like sand if he held you any less tightly. His gaze is so unbearably soft that even the brightest star seems dull in comparison, shying away as it swore to keep the love between you and him a secret that underneath the night sky.

Alas, when the stars fall and the day reappears, when the sun watches over the world like how Amaterasu used to, he has no choice but to let go of the love in his heart and fulfill his godly duties of loving everyone equally.

Every day, he prays that the world would become a peaceful place that would no longer require his protection, one that would no longer have him choose between it or you. Until then, he finds solace in the night with your body that sleeps next to him, wishing that the day would start just a little later so that he could hold you for a little longer. 

(More below!)

Divine Prophet Susabi

You

Fate was a cruel thing, one that had no rights to hold such a tight grasp over anyone like his teacher had taught him– which is why Susabi sincerely believes that he would always choose you over the world. 

For years, he had questioned what fate truly was and when he had finally come across the answer, it only made him more determined to abolish it so every life had the chance to build their lives with the choices they made. He had seen many people fight against fate in order to grasp their future with their own hands and to him, those people were brighter than the stars that lit up the moon sea, sparking a flame of rebellion within him that continued to burn brighter as the world continued to see improvements ever since Orochi went into hiding after the Six Realms Gates opened. 

Before, if you had asked him whether he would choose between you or the world, he would scoff and ask you to ask him better questions. After all, the answer was obvious to the one who had the ability to prophesied the future– if he chose you, you would still perish alongside the world that was about to be destroyed in the near future. Now that that future had been avoided, he could indulge in his selfish desires and say with his full heart that yes, he would choose you over the world, for a world without you would be the same as that prophesied destroyed future.

His fingers brushed over your cheek, a smile appearing on his normally cold face as his heart tickled at the sound of your laughter. Without missing a beat, he picked up your hand and pressed a kiss to the back of your fingers like a knight swearing an oath. 

"I promise to give you the happiness you deserve."

When he looked up and saw you smiling at him as if he had given you the world, he swore that he would pull the stars down from the sky if you asked him to. 

Enmusubi

Both

"Having the goddess of love choose between the one she loves and the world that is filled with love? How absurd!"

She would say with a large pout, offended that you would have the audacity to ask such a thing. After all, all mortal relationships were tied by her and that includes yours. If either you or the world were gone then she wouldn't even exist!

…. Okay, that was an exaggeration. She knew better than anyone that if you were gone, the world would still continue to spin and she would still be tying bonds just like any other day. However, she saw no point in choosing when to her, you were the world itself. You were the one that showed her love and made her hopelessly in love with you, the one that strengthened her determination to continue tying bonds if only to let other people find a love as precious as the one she found. So it came as a no brainer that she would do anything in order to keep you and the world running no matter what, if only to let this little piece of love continue existing for just a little longer. 

She huffed and pointed at you. "Don't you think for even a second that I would ever think of giving you up to anyone or anything! Not. A. Chance!"

For as long as she continued to exist, she would continue to tie and look over everyone's bonds, including yours. 

Miketsu

The world

As much as she wanted to give you all her love, she knows that the world would always require her assistance more than you. 

Don't take this as an offense– of course she dearly loves you but gods have a duty to help and protect all humans. After all, that is what they were created for and to someone as diligent and hardworking as Miketsu, she will see her duties to the end, even if it means neglecting herself and the people close to her.

However, sometimes, when she has the chance to feel your arms wrapped around her body, a thought comes into her mind. A selfish wish to keep you by her side forever so that no harm would ever come your way, so that she can continue to watch over you even when she has to perform her other duties as the goddess of prosperity. It hurts her heart to imagine that there would be a day when she no longer has the chance to feel your embrace due to your short mortal lifespan and the fact that she is always busy giving prosperity to others doesn't lessen her guilt one bit. 

Before she had time to process her thoughts, words carelessly slipped out her mouth. 

"Have you ever thought of becoming a god?"

The moment she feels you tense up is the moment she knew she messed up. "I-I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me! I swear that I never thought about that before and I would never ask you to become one without consulting you first so please don't take my words seriously. If by some chance I had seriously considered it then I wouldn't have asked you so suddenly so please–"

Your attempts to calm her down fall on deaf ears as she becomes too embarrassed to process anything other than what she had asked you. Suddenly, realization dawns on her: If you became a god, doesn't that mean she wouldn't have to choose between you or all the humans in this world?

Suddenly, she meets your eyes with newfound determination. "If by chance, there was a way to make a human become a god, would you like to become one?"

[kazudesuu]

you are the true miracle …

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[a-weird-writer]

BITCH I WATCHED SUSANOO'S CG TRAILER AGAIN AND DYAMNNN I'M THIRSTING ABOUT HIM I WANT TO BE HUG BY SUSANOOO-SAMA'S YUMMY ARMS AS IF HE'S PROTECTING ME 😭😭😭😭 ANY HEADCANON OR SMTH ABOUT HIM IF YOU PLEASE!!!

Susanoo loves hugs, physical contact is greatly important to men like Susanoo and equally cherished. Like the gold coins in a treasure chest.

Many many years fighting evil gods rendered Susanoo a cold but very lonely individual, shattered his initial innocence and tethered his divine standing. War opens one's eyes to how the world really is in the face of a god. For practically heavy-hearted Susanoo, weighted by a dark curse, to seek humanity and crave sentiment is logical; a fond trance of friendship, of a time long drifted far from home.

Scars litter Susanoo's body. Wounds no mere mortal can suppress; brother to a divine lie, the cursed executioner of Takamagahara, a deep engravement with in his very spirit.

The radiation of battle stubbornly follows Susanoo, in the form of fierce winds and terrible waves. Bellowing in the wet vapor of clouds, shouting voices of booming thunder heard from the other side of the Earth; Seas, fields of devoted spoil's part ways under the weather's calming gaze. The war-torn catalyst overcomes all in his way, as expected from a harbinger of storms grand enough to cause earthquakes. Slayer of gods. Tight, closes in on himself, too bashful for his own good in the modern world; complicated amounts of trauma burden him, plagued by shadows and ghosts. War with no direction is an ugly sight, as is Susanoo most days, the skies will say as much.

No one likes getting hurt, and Susanoo wholly hates the fight; a judge loathing his purpose, but when the role beseeches, the weather's will strike it down. A pawn to fate, solider to destiny. Godly weapon of Amaterasu.

Regardless, he wants no habit of distancing himself, hurting others. His sanity is one of the very few things he has left. As long as he maintains himself and his beloved, his death couldn't feel more peacefully accepted.

How afraid Susanoo is to actually let people in, only a mortal can simply imagine, thrown in a future so vastly different then his last.

-

An immovable god in the face of evil.

Susanoo's life is bound to be surrounded by calamity; gods of this world often are. This god rushes into battle the moment his people are threatened, a call for help answered with a loud clap of raging thunder, fast as lightening, a fierce strike upon the forces of darkness. A judgement for those who dare harm the weak. He will sacrifice himself to protect those he trusts. That fear of hurt-the pain and loss, hid under a cover of steel-like ambition and warrior spirit.

Clearing the skies of a man like this takes kind patience, Susanoo is an immortal spiral across the overcast, dark and looming. His storms are merciless, fierce, but the rainbows right behind shine such a bright lovely light. There is a strange, phenomenal contrast of balance slowly trailing Susanoo everywhere he flies. Humans and monsters alike fear provocation when he actually isn't a bad person, not easily offendable.

People judge the judge. He has low social skills and is calmly introverted, a tightly wound god.

Hugs heal, a remedy amongst good companions. A friendly gesture so loving in its simplicity, a charming tie of fingers and arms. Interlocking persons, closer than ever before. Lonely people naturally desire personal things, especially lonely humans and gods.

No one-nothing makes Susanoo happier, cleans his wounds faster than a hug from his most beloved one. His arms are primed to the brim of God-like power, the purest source of weather and sky. A surface tension of lightening, thunder and cloud-like flesh.

A hug from Susanoo is guaranteed perfection. Hugs are a physical motion of connection, a bind between to dedicated people. A promise. It descends on you like a forgotten breeze, a motion you longed for since you first heard it sing, saw it linger and hover over your hands and face. You never thought Susanoo, a man of judgement, a powerful god of weather, would look at you like you're at the edge of the Earth.

The corner of Heaven and beyond.

He-your precious Susanoo-doesn't leave without leaving something behind, a happy reminder. Susanoo talks to you in the softest ways, even in silence his heart speaks volumes, damn near vulnerable if gods can be that way. To Susanoo, hugs are another way to feel, to connect. Longing sways in an ancient body, careful calculating movements. Either by brushing a few strands of your hair out of your eyes or a tender knuckle kissing the side of your cheek. A gentle aura of summer solace, a smell of minty mist. The afterglow of heavy rainfall.

It is a living dream, to be cradled softly in his arms, you and Susanoo are dead to the world like this. Quiet and content, moments like this are why people live, die clinging to another. Love is a twisted curse; humans have gone mad and killed for it, but it is addicting. And it is human.

Worth protecting. Burning in his memory for a thousand years and a night more.

Of love, enough to burst his poor heart. You found him, holding so tightly like he will vanish out of thin air, lovely tenderness, a kindness tasted on the tip of his tongue. Gone from the world, away from you. You don't want to let go, nor does he.

(You suppose that means both of you are selfish beings. For you though, to know despite everything, you will still be happy; live a long life, not in pain, but at peace? Susanoo will go as decided, selfish as he needs to be to protect you and that graceful smile, catching the stars in those wonderful lips. A face he grew so content with for so long after eternity long existence-banishment in cruel isolation.

Even after so long, century to century, he forgot not a single detail of yourself. Of your expressions, and certainly never your happiness.)

Pain-any resentment-dies when you hold him, pitifully and without remorse. A child comforting in their favorite teddy bear. To the dusty shelves of his inner mind, alone to wither and die, forbidden merits and shards to time.

None of that is important.

Not as important as returning home to his beloved-slowly eroding to the sands of time, your crescent moons never wavered-the warmth of a familiar light after a long day of hardship.

To that hug-a delicious sentiment, the romantic bind.

Your promise he always misses.

[weird-addiction]

Can I request a jealous Asura from Onmyoji x reader ? Nsfw if you don’t mind ? Thank you!

Pairing: Asura x Male Reader

Genre : Smut at the end / Jealousy fluff

Warnings: non-con, Dom!Asura , Sub!M!reader, power play

A/n : I’m only comfortable with writing x Male reader smut so please bear with it me.

FEMS , WOMAN , MINORS , FETISHIZERS DNI!



Asura saw you hanging out with one of your other friends again, and he didn’t like it one bit. You were so dense that you would never realize your friend has a crush on you.

But Asura did know, and he did not like it. He walked over to you and your friend, the guy that was just talking happily was now shaking with fear.

“Y/n, let’s go.” He said sternly and dragged you away to your shared home. You said goodbye to your friend from over you shoulder, and run a bit to keep with Asura’s speed.

“ ‘Sura! Come on! What’s up? He was still talking to me.” You said back.

He stopped walking. “Don’t you see? He wants time with you.” He said calmly.

“Huh? What do you mean?” Asura sighs. “Your really that sense huh? Then let me spell it out for you.” The half celestial turns around and pins you to the wall.

“He has feelings for you. And I don’t him to take you away from me.” He then throws you over his shoulder and walks back to the house you both stayed in.

Throwing you on the bed. “Are you really that jealous? I kind of like it~”

“You asked for it.” Asura gets on top of you, smashes both of your lips together. Kissing you so deeply and passionately, his hand goes under your shirt and slowly tracing over your skin.

“Soft…” He breaks away saying before kissing you again. Without warning, he flips you over onto your stomach and pushes your head into the pillows. “I’m the one in charge. You don’t get to cum unless I tell you to. Got that?”

You stayed silent. “I expect an answer slut.”

“Yes! Please! Just do something!” You pleaded, finally breaking underneath him. “Good boy.”

——

“A-agn!! S-Slow down!! Plea-sAh!” You moaned out. Asura didn’t care as he continued to thrust into you, not having a single sight of slowing down.

“Yeah? You like that? Would you want your little friend to fuck you like this? Hm?!” He growled out. “I expect an answer.” You shivered at his tone, but it also turned you on.

“No! No, only you! Onl-ly your all-owed to f-fuck me like this!! Agnmm~!” Slurring the words that are coming out of your mouth.

Asura smirked at your answer, but he wasn’t satisfied yet. “Who owns you!?”

You can barely even see the room around you, tears dripped down your face blurring your vision. Throwing your head back and an arm over your eyes, moaning as you gripped the sheets under you like your life depended on it. “Y-You! Only You!”

“That’s what I like to hear.”

[midnight-talescape]

Treasure (Yandere Tamamo no Mae x Reader)

Kinktober day 10: Breeding

This is Tamamo from onmyoji just in case anyone’s curious.

This once’s a bit short I think? Not sure, I have only gotten like 8 hour of sleep in the last 60 something hours, lol. Apologize for skipping yesterday had a test for today and head hurt.

Also again if this happen irl call the cop, this is here for my kinky brain

Warning: breeding, tail play, non-con(?), this is 100 percent ooc, etc, etc you get the point not for kid

Genre: filthy filthy smut

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You shuddered as you walk toward her.

The legendary fox demon Tamamo.

When you walk in she was laying on the futon drinking sake, her cloth messy and opened. When she saw you come in, she gave you a pointy smile.

“I have been waiting for you little girl,”

Trembling you poured the sake into her cup.

You don’t know why you were ask to be here, you were just a onmyoji. A weak one at that.

Tamamo drink the sake before pulling you in for a kiss.

You were about to struggle till you feel the end of her nail at the back of your neck.

You froze unable to move.

When you felt her tongue against your lip, you shuddered and open your mouth obediently.

Satisfied with your obedience Tamamo took her reward, and rub your neck softly as a praise for your obedience.

When she let go, you started coughing. The sake you couldn’t swallow in time dripping down your chin onto your kimono.

Once you stopped coughing she gestured for you to come closer. 

“Come on, don’t be scared. I don’t bite… at least not enough to kill you,”

Terrified for your fate you followed her command.

Once you got close enough, she easily shredded your kimono and dragged you into her embrace.

You shivered in her embrace unsure of what’s happening.

“What’s wrong? Are you cold?” With a slightly concern voice she wrapped you in her fluffy tail,

“You human are always so delicate and warm,” you heard her mumbled into your hair,

You slowly relax maybe she just want a body pillow?

You suddenly tense when you feel her tails brushing across your body.

Your face begin to flush as you feel like tiny electricity is zipping through your body.

You buried your face in her fur, trying to keep your moaning down. Suddenly you let out a yelp when you felt long finger sliding in and out of your fold.

“Seems like somebody’s wet,” you saw her taking out her finger and putting it in her mouth,”You taste awfully good you know,”

Your breath quicken as you felt her tail tickle your fold, before slipping into your core.

You let out a loud moan before quickly stopping yourself, as the tail start pumping in and out of you.

“There’s no need to hide it, no ones here to hear you after all,”

With that she pulled your nipple, causing you to emit a yelp.

She poured the rest of her sake down your body, before licking it away bit by bit.

By the time she was finish you have already reach your orgasm.

“You really are a wet one,”

She said as she control her dripping tail out of your fold,

You let out a whimper feeling the emptiness inside you, when you felt her tails wrapping across your limb and breast , before slowly holding you up in a vulnerable position.

You looked up teary eye, wondering what’s going to happen now. Just then you saw her slowly taking off her clothing, you close your eyes quickly.

“Open your eye now little girl, I can’t have you covering your eye the entire way now can we?” Her voice has changed, it’s now deeper and… more masculine?

You open your eyes and saw what you had assume was a woman was now a man. A man with a huge member that has a knot at the end.

You shuddered, you have got this entire thing wrong.

Just as you were about to start panicking, you felt him thrusting his member into you.

You thrashed around as tear stream down your face from having your body taking in his member.

Seeing your pain, he hold you into his embrace again comforting you,

“Shhh, it’s okay,” as he mercilessly pound into you,

Before you can even adjust to his member you felt his tails shoving themselves into your ass.

You froze and pant, too full to let out any noise. Whether it’s moaning or wail of pain.

The tails that is still holding you start moving you up and down, making it look like you was moving on his member from your own accord.

He moaned into your ears as you were being fucked on his member,

“Ha…you’re so fucking tight, love…I’m going to fuck you so full… filled you to the brim with my seed… you will be so full of my kit, you will never be able to go back… ha…”

You shocked your head, tear streamed down your face. You pressed down on your belly feeling his member traveling through you and the tip of his tails occasionally poking through.

“N-no…ha…pl-please, let me go… ah!”

He forced you to look at him, his eye cold, looked in to your tearing eye and said sadistically,

“You’re never going back love. You’re mine now, a demon’s plaything. You will stay here and have my kit, the human will never take you back,”

You sobbed knowing he’s right, as he let out a loud moan, both of you came undone. He slammed inside you, forcing open your womb and filling it up with his liquid.

As he dragged you in for another round, he wiped away your tear as he was fucking your brain out and whisper into your ears before you black out,

“I will take care of you, my little treasure,”

[imma-write-stuff]

Morning After Wedding Night With Taishakuten

CW: No smut but has suggestive content and aftercare.

- There are moments you wish lasted forever no chaos only bliss. Last night is one of these moments, in the arms of your husband. You recall the night filled with words of tenderness and sensual touches.

- You noticed its morning already and turn to Taishakuten’s sleeping form. He looks so beautiful; you reach out and caress his cheek. 

- He hummed and open his eyes, a warm smile appeared as soon as he sees you.

- Taishakuten: “Morning, how are you feeling?”

Y/N: “Sore...”

Taishakuten: “You look tired too,”

 Y/N: “And who is the blame for that?”

- Taishakuten chuckled, that sassy mouth is one of the things that made him love you in the first place.

- Taishakuten: “I’ll ask the servants to prepare a bath and food for you. When you’re done, I’ll give some medicine to ease the soreness.”

- You nodded, he kissed your forehead and gets up to get dressed. He helps you get up and gets you a bathroom robe. Servants came with food, essentials for bathing and help you get in the bath tub. You thanked them and send them off to have privacy. Taishakuten said he’ll come later, as duty calls.

- *Time skip* After you’re bath you went back to bed and took a nap. Taishakuten came back and gently wakes up.

- Taishakuten: ‘I got you the medicine this should help the soreness,”

- He help you put on the medicine, you winced a little as it act up a little, but slowly relax. After cleaning up, sleep began to overcome you, Taishakuten gave you another kiss.

- Taishakuten: “We set up your coronation soon in a couple weeks, I look forward ruling this kingdom together,”

[ozzgin]

Hello.

Do you think I can request headcanons for Nakamaro ?

Like in an alternate route, reader and him (he's in his twenties because... magic ?) are married and reader is pregnant.

But the funny thing is, Nakamaro can't bully the yokais because reader will exorcise him each time he tries.

Aaaaah I finished writing and only afterwards it occurred to me you might've wanted a modern day reader for this. 😭 I imagined the events in his own timeline. Oh well. I think it can work both ways. Just replace the ancient pouch with, I don't know, a visa card that he throws at your parents for wife payment.

Yandere! Onmyōji x Reader

Yokai Harem AU as the wife of Abe no Nakamaro, a legendary sorcerer and collector of yokai. Although you're not quite as powerless as to not keep his cruelty under control.

Content: female reader, arranged marriage, mentions of pregnancy

[Main Story] [Character Guide]

Your family had vehemently opposed the marriage. To think their one and only daughter would fall into the hands of such a cruel man. The famous Abe no Nakamaro, descendant of Abe no Seimei himself, has quite a contradicting reputation. He has saved many lives, cured countless illnesses, protected villages from monsters and brought peace to the land. Yet many have also witnessed his ruthless nature: the arrogance he has towards humans, the disdain and utter disgust he harbors towards demons. He is quick to punish, rarely forgives, and never forgets. The yokai he’s captured under a binding contract are kept on a leash, like cattle before slaughter.

It is this man who approached your parents one day, when you were still young, demanding your hand. He claimed you had special powers and a lot of potential under the right guidance. Such spiritual prowess would waste away in a family of plebeians. You don’t remember much of the discussion, only the expressions: the man’s mocking grin as he threw a pouch fattened with coins, the frown of your parents who wanted to refuse, the uneasy, grim eyes of the horned demons brought to intimidate. It was clear they were there against their will. One will find just how difficult it is to go against the wishes of the onmyōji, and you happened to be his most ardent desire. Thus, with a heavy heart, you’d been sent away with the stranger who promised you were to live a life of luxury. One your parents could never afford.

True to his word, you have not struggled since. In Akutagawa’s short masterpiece, Hell Screen, artist Yoshihide is wicked and vicious towards everything and everyone except his beloved daughter. Similarly, the sorcerer seems to have a soft spot for you in particular. He often praises your talent, and patiently caters to your whims without complaint. You once inquired about it yourself, as the idea weighed heavily on your mind: why is it that he does not show the same hostility towards you? He stared at you as if you just grew two more heads. "You're my wife. What else is there to question?"

This favoritism, however, is to the benefit of everyone. Especially to the yokai under his command. You've grown rather fond of the demons in your years spent alongside them, and they've quickly learned that your presence means safety from any punishment. Some need reassurance more than others. To these you've even begun to feel like a motherly figure, shielding them from the wrath of an unforgiving master. At last, an authority even Abe no Nakamaro himself can't disobey: the word of his wife.

And soon enough, as if your marriage wasn't already the ultimate argument, you welcome the return of your husband with the news he's always longed for: you are the soon-to-be mother of his child. His name has just been guaranteed to continue its course through time. To say he is elated is an understatement. You've only seen him smile so genuinely once before in your life, on your wedding day.

"Can you imagine the powers this child will command?" He muses, referring most likely to the fact you've both been blessed with an innate, unmatched talent in onmyōdō. You finish rolling the parchment paper and gently tap his head with the scroll in a scolding manner. "You better not burden the kid with your bizarre expectations!" The same man feared throughout the country is chuckling apologetically at your gesture. "As the Mother says."

[kabootarandishaan]

Ruined

Title: Ruined

Pairing: Seimei x female reader

A/N: Thank you @jellsssslxtsz for the request! I hope you enjoy this and this! I wasn't sure if you wanted smut but that's kinda the turn the story took 😂 Please note this is my first time writing anything that is actually descriptive smut which is why this is also fairly short.

Warnings: NSFW, fingering, cunnilingus, inexperienced reader (although not explicit), mentions of female genitalia, minors dni

You had made the acquaintance of Seimei through Minamoto Hiromasa. You were sent from your small village to seek out the help of the powerful onmyoji in casting out a troublesome demon tormenting your people. You were nervous as you had never traveled into the Imperial core.

He obliged, albeit begrudgingly, exorcising the demon with little difficulty. Considering your village was rather far and isolated from the Imperial city the mission required them to lodge at your residence temporarily.

You had been tasked with maintaining hospitable conditions for the men. You couldn’t help but be amused at the stark difference in personality between the two men. Hiromasa was far more extroverted, excited to carry conversations, and asked questions about your village and its traditions.

Seimei on the other hand, you found to have a more elusive temperament. He spoke often with a rather passive attitude. To say his mystifying persona intrigued you was an understatement. This is why when one day he spoke to you with what you thought was interest, you were taken aback.

To this point, you had only exchanged a few words with the man. They usually had to do with whether he was comfortable in the lodgings or if he required anything particular. You did not take him for someone who indulged in small talk.

You had been taking the men sightseeing around your village, and Hiromasa had opted to join some fishermen near the river, leaving you to continue your tour with Seimei alone. The walk so far had been primarily silent with you pointing out a few key spots from time to time.

You could feel his gaze burning into the side of your face. You felt an odd sensation spread through your body at the intensity but chose to ignore it. As the two of you passed the large poppy field you saw him stop and turn to face it.

“Quite fascinating how something so beautiful and harmless looking can also ruin the lives of so many men.” He says thoughtfully. You turn to face him and speak softly. “I suppose. However, you cannot deny the role that man has played in that turn of events as well.” You say.

He turns to face you and raises a brow, an amused smirk playing on his lips. “True. I suppose my words are rather vague as well. My statement could also be applied to other things. Women as well it seems.” He eyes you carefully gauging your reaction to his statement.

You let out an amused huff through your nose. “Should I take that as a testament to the many women who have ruined you Seimei-san?” You smile as you match his teasing. He furrows his brows but smiles seemingly surprised at your more open persona.

You walk further towards the field and begin grazing carefully through it. You pull a single flower and pick at its petals, a giddy smile adorning your face. Seimei catches up to your stride and continues to eye you curiously.

This time you turn and mirror his gaze. You can tell he wants to say something by the way his lips part slightly. You silently wait for him to speak taking the time to admire how his stark features stand out against his fair skin.

“Your beauty easily surpasses that of the flower you hold in your hands. I wonder how many men have been ruined just staring into your eyes.” He teases as he takes a step closer to you, slowly lessening the distance between your bodies.

Your breathing hitches and you feel that similar sensation of heat spreading through your body. You stare at his face taking in each of his features before your eyes stop at his lips. You speak but your gaze does not stray from his mouth. “Well, current circumstances might allow for me to have a first.” You say breathlessly.

He smirks at your words and leans further. You close your eyes and wait for the tension to dissipate, your body braced and prepared for something. But something does not come. You can feel his hot breath fall repeatedly against your top lip but as you wait nothing happens.

You slowly open your eyes, brows knitted in confusion as you see his own brow raise a mischievous look in his eyes. “Were you expecting something?” He asks feigning innocence. Your mouth falls open as you are taken aback by his words.

He looks away briefly his hand covering his mouth as he lets out an amused chuckle before he returns to face you. You scoff incredulously at him, but cannot hold back an impressed smile. “You know exactly what I was expecting.” You playfully narrow your eyes at him.

“I have an idea. But I would much rather hear you say what exactly it is that you want.” He grins widely as he stares at you. Your face deepens with a blush as you process what exactly he wants from you.

You bite your lip and look down at your feet momentarily before speaking in a soft whisper. “I want you to lean in.” You say so softly that if it was not for the proximity he probably would have never heard you.

He looks at you curiously and inches slightly forward. His lips ghosting over your own but not yet touching. “You are going to have to be more specific, darling. What do you want me to do?” He whispers. His breath is hot as it fans over your face. You feel your heart beating rapidly in your chest.

He wants you to say it. Your face is burning, you were not sure if it was due to embarrassment or arousal at this point and frankly, you did not care. You took a deep breath to try and calm yourself before speaking.

“I-I want you to kiss me.” You whisper once more and look up through your lashes. He chuckles and seemingly moves in to finally close the gap. You close your eyes and pursed your lips once again waiting for the impact. But you quickly open your eyes when you feel a slight breeze as he pulls back slightly.

“How badly do you want this kiss?” He teases once again with a grin. You groan in frustration before realizing you have had enough cat-and-mouse games and take the initiative. You place a hand on his chest and lean in crashing your lips rather harshly against his. 

He stiffens in surprise as he is caught off guard by your bold move. However, he quickly relaxes into the kiss and slowly pushes back. His hands settle onto your body, one around your waist while the other caresses your neck. 

You do not hold back and greedily continue deepening the kiss, you gasp when his tongue prods at your bottom lip encouraging you to open your mouth. You eagerly oblige and his tongue explores the warm, wet wall of your mouth. 

The lewd squelching noises only heighten your existing arousal and you let out a soft moan into the kiss. You can feel his lips tug yours up as he smiles from the response he elicits. He pulls back and you still in your passionate haze try to catch his lips once more.

He chuckles and holds your neck still. He leans his head against yours and stares at you longingly. Your face is flushed, your lips red and swollen, a sheen of saliva glistening for them as you pant trying to catch your breath.

He pulls you down into the bed of poppies and gently grazes his thumb along your bottom lip. You see the dilation of his pupils and the heaving of his chest. He quickly pulls you in again. The intensity from before is heightened due to the mutual feelings of lust that are overtaking both of you.

He slowly pushes against you, his lips never leaving yours, and you lean back before your back is flush against the poppies beneath you. He pulls away from your lips and begins trailing kisses along your jaw, down your neck.

You whimper at the feeling and place a hand in his hair, his kanmuri falling off a while ago when he dragged you down. You tug gently, urging him to continue. He groans lowly at the feeling and continues his trek down your body. You had opted for a rather thin and light kimono with no underclothes due to the weather.

You were thankful for your choice as you felt him push the fabric down to expose your shoulder. He continued his kisses down before glancing up at you. You let out a shaking breath as you saw the look in his eyes. He placed one last chaste kiss on your shoulder before unfastening the sash of your kimono along with the front of his own sokutai.

The front loosened allowing you more freedom to move. He crawled down your body his gaze never straying from yours. He began an ascent of kisses beginning from your ankle. He slowly pushed up the fabric exposing your legs. 

He kissed up the inside of your leg. As he neared your crotch you held your breath in anticipation. Your body was burning with desire you felt his lean body drag itself up the bare skin of your legs and shivered at the contact.

He paused as his head reached the area between your legs. You whimpered at the feeling of his hot breath fanning across your exposed lips. You felt electricity shoot through your body when you felt the light touch of his finger slide between them.

You braced yourself for what you thought would come next, your breath coming out in shallow pants. Only once again, you felt nothing. You looked down in confusion to see the same mischievous look that had adorned his face earlier.

“What is it that need from me, dear?” He whispered as he ran his finger across your aching sex once more. You let out a deep moan before looking at him through gritted teeth. “If you do not finish exactly what you started I swear I will do all in my power to actually ruin you!” You say.

He chuckles. “Very well, as you wish.” He wastes no time in pressing his lips against the soft folds. He chuckles as you place a hand over your mouth to hold back your lewd sounds and continues running his tongue over your sensitive bud as his fingers push in and out of your fleshy cunt.

As you are overwhelmed by feelings of pleasure and arousal you cannot help but find the situation amusing. To think of where this began and where you are now. Letting out such obscene sounds as one of the most powerful men in the country was settled between your legs.

His tongue lapped up your sweet wetness as he grunted and fucked you with his fingers. You thought it might be quite a sight to behold if anyone were to find you two out in this field. His first teasing words repeating in your mind, oh how wrong he was.

When he was the one ruining you.

[ashesbreadandbutter]

Um, so currently watching Ohmyoji... Seimei is getting to me a lil. Also reeling in more peeps for commissions. ^^

Seimei Headcanons

We're going to write this in a way where he's more than just a little interested in you. You're rather calming to be around and silly as well and there's a few times where you get a chuckle out of him even at the worst times

He's a tease, he can help it from time to time but oftentimes he finds it funny just to reach his hand over and lightly grip your thigh when talking to others over a drink for example.

Bro will definitely act like he doesn't know why you jerked like you did. If you mention it later in a fit hell grin just a bit.

He kinda reminds me of a fox, like those kitsune characters OR that snake brother from Juni Taisan (Zodiac War) or however you spell it.

On the topic of who he looks like I can imagine him getting a little annoyed being compared to other people

Outside of touching you just to get under your skin, if both of you are okay with it he will take the time to touch you, caress your skin and admire it in all its glory.

I wanna say that the interest he has for you is only meant to be seen with ONLY you. He's not a fan of showing off his pda to anyone who he doesn't care for.

Though, of the topic I can definitely see him get touchy if he's feeling a bit threatened. It's not that he gets jealous often if at all but he does know when someone is looking at you with less than innocent intentions and maybe there's no harm in... Suddenly wrapping his arms around your shoulders or waist before pulling you in.

"Aren't you a cutie?~" or "You crying?" From Gojo is something I can see him saying.

Probably into things like morning hugs and cuddles, like imagine making breakfast in the early morning hours of the day just for him to come find you and rest against him quietly.

Will also offer to cuddle if he visits you in the middle of the night.

Will play music for you, find little flowers and trinkets and such to bring back to you, honestly a bit of a lovey dovey type with the right conditions.

Touches and rubs you while humming softly as if it's a calming thing for him.

I can see him being the type of guy that touches you all the time but let you ask him playfully he'll respond just as playfully but let you seem serious... Looking deep into his eyes.. he may try not to but bro might fold. He's so pretty when he blushes..

Likes running his hands through your hair if you let him and if it manages to put you to sleep he'll stay still and let you sleep against him.

If you mention that your favorite aspect of his is his eyes he might freeze for a moment. One of those moments where he seizes, blinks and then smiles a bit.

Honestly so far he's giving possible aspec, like maybe after time to watch and examine his LI it's easier for him to want to cling to them and be close.

Honestly bro being in love with his partner is like watching two swans or geese be in love.

Will take the time to get you gifts that he's sure you'll like but also makes him think of you when he sees em. Those flowers match your eyes.. he'll pick em up. That necklace would go so well with your eyes. Hell he'd take the sun out of the sky and hand it to you if he could because of just how beautiful it is as it runs over your skin.

I can also see him writing little poems or notes for you to find. Bonus points if he hides them all over the house like it's a little game.

Caresses your knuckles whenever you leave your hand in his for too long.

Head kisses, forehead kisses, shoulder kisses and neck kisses seem like they'd be a favorite of his.

And I'll stop this here for now but he definitely will say your name in different ways just to see which affects you the most.

(want more? Follow me and see what else I post! Want something specific from me and have the funds to support then please commission me! 🙏🏾❤️)

[qingxin-flowers]

“Heart on your hand”

Or, you hold out your hand in front of him and wait to see what he will do

Feat: Pre-evo Jinkougyou, post-evo Jinkougyou and new skin Jinkougyou (no I am not bias)

Warnings: The use of nicknames [love (Hiro), starlight (Jinkougyou)]

Note: All of them have different personalities and are called differently. Pre-evo Jinkougyou is called Hiro while post-evo Jinkougyou is called Jinkougyou.

[Temporary note: I'll change new skin into the skin's actual name when it drops into global server on a later date]

Hiro

■ Hiro is confused.jpg

■ Even though he approaches you calmly, the thoughts in his head are anything but calm. Why are you standing there while holding out your palm? Do you want something? Did he forget to bring something for you?

■ In a moment of panic, he reads your mind and is surprised by what you want, so much so that he couldn't help but giggle a little.

■ Without missing a beat, he gently lowers his head to rest on your palm before looking up with a mischievous smirk

"Did I do well, love?"

Jinkougyou

■ Jinkougyou lifts a eyebrow, staring at your outstretched palm for a few seconds before walking towards you with a confident smile

■ He carefully takes your hand into his, enjoying the brief moment of confusion that crossed your face before he lowered his head to kiss the back of your palm like a prince

■ For a moment, you saw a glint in his eyes that meant anything but good. However, before you could say anything, he dropped another kiss on your cheek and whispered:

"Don't think I don't know what you want, starlight."

■ Although his mannerisms resembled royalty, the teasing smirk on his face told another story

Bygone Aroma

■ He blinks once, then twice before approaching you cautiously as if you were about to hand him a danger object

■ His eyes meet yours the moment he stands in front of you, silently asking for hints on what you wanted but when you continue to stare back without answering, an unsettling feeling sinks within him

■ After much hesitation, he lifts up your hand and gently places it on his cheek, keeping it in place by covering your hand with his

■ He leans into your touch and rubs against your palm, too shy to meet your eyes

"Can we stay like this a little longer?"

[kokusfluffyhair]

Drinking with Hiromasa

Spoiler: he's a lightweight!

lazy writing style | Hiromasa x gn!reader

+ You and Hiromasa have been friends for enough time for you to know that he doesn't like to drink

+ So, the fact that he comes and says he wants to drink with you is really weird

+ You think he's going to want to ask a favour of you with all the crazy stuff he's been getting involved with lately and you're preparing yourself to tell the man no

+ Because it's hard not to say yes to him. He's too sweet and wholesome

+ He just wants to spend time with you

+ It starts pretty calmly. He has a little sake and tells you about some of his newest adventures. He reassures you that he's not going to get cursed by Seimei because he knows you've been hearing the rumours going around the palace

+ You aren't too worried about him. Well, you're worried about him, but you trust his judgement, too. So, you let him talk and join in with anything that would amuse him and make him laugh

+ You're more worried about him because of how much he's drinking. Hiromasa never drinks and you know that the amount he's having is too much for him

+ He's flushed and giggling a lot. It is adorable and it gets to you. You want to keep watching him like this, but you're worried he'll get sick

+ When you suggest that he slow down, he asks you if you think he's a lightweight. You tell him "yes" and he gets even more embarrassed

+ Which makes him even cuter

+ He's ashamed that you think he's a lightweight and he doesn't want to seem like he's "too soft", so he doesn't listen and drinks more

+ Now you're really scared that he will vomit. If he vomits around you, that's fine, but if he goes off to visit the fox child while drunk and vomits in his section of the palace, you think he might actually get cursed

+ He soon starts getting very tipsy and is laughing all the time. But, you've had some to drink, too, even though you're holding it better than he is, so you start to laugh with him

+ Soon, the two of you are half falling over each other while laughing

+ It's a miracle that the sake bottle with what's left inside doesn't go spilling over but it doesn't

+ But, Hiromasa is soon about to accidentally knock the bottle, so you quickly push him away from it. He lands flat on his back on the floor and laughs even harder. He's got tears in his eyes from it all

+ Even though he's a lightweight, he's not weak, so he reaches to you and grabs you so that you're pulled on top of him

+ His body is really soft, not in a flabby way because he's fit, but he's got this toned-fleshy kind of feel under his clothes

+ It isn't until you're on top of him with your face just centimeters away from his when Hiromasa stops laughing and somehow becomes aware of how the two of you are behaving together

+ The man looks like he wants to disappear and there's a panic in his eyes like he thinks you'll never want to spend time with him again because he was inappropriate

+ Before he can apologise, you lean down and plant your lips against his, sending him into a passion he can't deny

+ But, with Hiromasa being Hiromasa, after he gets a good taste of your kiss, he puts his hands to your cheeks and pulls the two of you just a little bit apart from each other. He asks you in a sort of slurred speech if he may touch you

+ You nod and smile at him, making him blush even more. His hands hesitantly move to your body and slowly make themselves comfortable as they rub themselves along your form

+ You're enjoying and savouring his touch, and he makes the mood sweetly awkward again when he asks you if you're comfortable and tells you that if he does something wrong to tell him

+ Your answer? To kiss him again and hold his face in place underneath you so that he can't pull away again

Fun fact: Hiromasa is the grandson of Emperor Daigo and I simp hard for a crusty, scowling member of the Daigo Clan that exists like 400 years after "Onmyouji" 😁 Hilariously, he has similar eyebrows and a similar hairline to the Muromachi Period Daigo character I'm obsessed with. I'm tempted to do a two for one special that may not be SFW now 😉

[a-weird-writer]

Kissing Asura from Onmyoji ?

Kissing Asura

Onmyoji

War gods own one purpose, start wars. Kisses are fights, lustful clashes in pursuit of satisfaction and bliss. Asura strides to conquer it; rough and thirsty, with a constant potential for a deeper dive into depravity. Full of adrenaline, giving his love a rush. Asura's mouth is an experience in itself, the journey is the destination; time stops, guaranteed to weaken knees and take everything your mouth offers. Hot oil burns in your throat-liquid passion and desire. Love is a blessing and curse; it hurts but oh boy it gives. His tongue-pointy and firm-mercilessly pursing taste. Impressive in length, the snake coils around you. Buried in hellfire, the inferno scratches the itch bubbling in your throat, pecking and exploring, wiggling like a worm. Testing the waters, trying to pin its prey under its strength. Tangling with it is like Apollo himself is dragging the sun-guiding chariot inside your maw. Hell might as well be raised, for your dragged within the Abyss with him. A kiss with Asura is a tale of wickedness and vice; love bites on your eager lips and tongue pricked clean by his teeth, wolfish growls deep enough to quake bones, spreads heat in all corners of your body, striking deeper and even hotter in the most delicate places. His face sinks, one with yours, devouring all escaping noises. His hunger-for war, fight, passion-is a furious one. In his realm-his own light-his peace is in between your lips, hidden in the comforting shape of your face. In the embrace of your arms, there was not another moment he felt more alive. You chase his mouth each silent farewell, desperate for more, and your god wants to give it to you.

Once, twice, thrice. It's a pocket full of kisses-no wait, it's a whole pot! So many kisses, too many to count. Asura is greedy, simply taking what he wants, one kiss is never enough. Lips pressed against your lobe, the naked nape of your neck licked clean, noses meeting bumpers. Everywhere reachable on your body, he just has to touch it in some way, a loving gesture of devotion. As it breaks, streams of saliva following after, a taste of bitter ashen leaves a promise to drain you dry, every ounce of your love. He is a king, ruthless in reign, ruling over a dark nation of madness. But the chaos, what he brings you-is a blessing, a blessing your inviting mouth answers. And he just has to tease, because he hardly helps himself when your body is so tightly against his. Blowing you off your feet is his mission, loves taking you off guard, a guilty pleasure. It's what he does best, melting you into a pitiful puddle. You're the Mara's addiction, his drug. High off each brush, each delicate touch of mouths. His heat and body give so much away about him, the definition of destruction, your kisses render him almost defenseless. Lost in your flavor, an explosion of satisfaction, as a zombie in its addiction for fresh flesh, utterly aiming to destroy you. A taste, a sensation he could never see himself deserving. Reflecting callously in his precious golds, decocting power and authority, bright and gleaming suns, priceless. What should blind you enlightens you, what should kill you makes you stronger. He never disappoints. His mouth grasps yours, unyielding. Selfish in handling it's prized treasure, the peace you bring in both your wake and blind moments. You're floating on thin air, with only the soothing flames to guide you to the beyond and the below.