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tanjiromenon · 1 year

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hopelessly devoted.

(sora x reader)

warnings: panic attacks, sora being the sweetest dork in all the world, NOT proofread!!

“how lucky am i..?” sora murmured, a hand tracing down your cheek with utmost care and gentleness. he revelled in the glow the moonlight gave you as it touched your skin, almost as if it were flowing over you like a silk blanket, as odd as it sounded. the calmness of the moment was interrupted by your light snoring coming to a stop, and the sound of a tired hum escaping you.

stirring ever so slightly, the keyblade wielder felt your breathing quicken ever so slightly, until you opened your eyes - most gracefully, might he add. with a yawn and a small stretch, your eyes landed on sora, who was still peering down at you, with a soft smile on his face. “enjoy your nap, sleepy head?” he mused with a tilt of his head.

feeling the weight of your head leaving his lap, sora watched as you sat upright, yawning again before facing him. “yeah, it was peaceful.”

“well, i’m glad! i’ll be your pillow any day, if you need it!” sora grinned from ear to ear, holding his thumb up as you giggled softly, letting out the most beautiful of sounds.

god, he was totally and utterly smitten with you and everything you do.

“thanks, sora!”

looking over up to the sky, your eyes landed on the all too familiar sunset that graced the town , yet the small smile that decorated your face dropped upon realising that you had been in a state of slumber, and turned back to sora, bewildered. “how-“ groaning and dragging a hand over your face, you sighed. “..how long have i been asleep?”

fearing the worst, your mind raced as you thought about what punishment you’d get from xemnas now that you’ve slacked off from the job. what do you do now? how bad will the punishment be? is sora going to get hurt? oh god... why didn’t he wake you up? why did he let you slee-

your partner shrunk ever so slightly under your questioning glare, and a hand rose to his neck as he rubbed it; letting out a laugh to help ease the tension between you both. “i just- didn’t want to wake you; you looked so peaceful!”

no response.

“4 or 5 hours, give or take?” his awkward grin did little to calm your rising panic, however, and he rushed to grab your shoulders, rubbing down to your arms while tilting his head in front of yours, keeping eye contact with a concerned expression. “hey! hey, tell me what’s on your mind, love.”

the growing fear continued to rise as you tried to spit out what you wanted to say, though it only came out as a mixture of panicked sounds.

sora frowned, raising his hand up to your chin; and feeling you flinch under the touch of his thumb and his index finger. turning your head to face his again, his frown continued to grow as he saw the way your eyes were squeezed shut. “open your eyes, y/n, it’s okay. no one’s gonna hurt you.” and with that, you pried your eyes open to look at sora.

his smile brought you back to a sense of calmness. “there we go.” he chuckled as he caressed your face with his hand, wiping a tear that you didn’t know escaped your eyes.

“you’re safe when i’m here, y/n.”

admittedly, the comment from sora brought up a spike of shame from within you. you hated being treated like a damsel in distress. you really did. “thank you, sora.”

you heard another small chuckle escape him. “i’m here for you, you know? any day you need me, i’ll be here.”

“i keep forgetting i’m not a part of the organisation anymore, i just get worried sometimes, that’s all..” sora hummed in understanding, smiling at you softly before placing his forehead against yours; closing his eyes as he stroked your face on either side with his hands, as he hummed to you a tune reserved only for you; one that always brought you comfort.

feeling the movement of your face accommodate the shyest of smiles, sora pulled back to look at you.

oh, he would do anything for you if it meant he got to see you smile.

“you’re the most beautiful person i’ve ever laid my eyes on, y/n..” his eyes searched yours, almost as if he was gazing into your soul.

wiping the snot from your nose and sniffing, you began to laugh. “snot and all?”

sora grinned as he placed a chaste kiss to your lips. a silent promise to himself to stay hopelessly devoted to you for the rest of his life.

“snot and all.”

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tanjiromenon · 1 year

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a well deserved rest

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tanjiromenon · 1 year

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nothing less.

(kazuha x asexual!reader)

warnings: hints of nsfw, mainly fluff, pet names, reader is hinted at being on the ace spectrum, overall just very cute

the embrace was familiar.

the hands that ghosted over your waist did little to nothing to quench the uneasy feeling in your stomach, nor did it help you hide the frown on your features.

the silence in the air was almost suffocating, and the tension felt as if it was thickening with every second that passed between you and your lover.

his hands trailed up to your face, caressing your cheek with his calloused palm; a small reminder of the battles he has fought, sword in hand.

a small yet comforting smile adorned his face as you both locked eyes, his tender touch causing a pleasant shiver down your spine.

“my muse,”

his thumb wiped away a stray tear, before moving to put your hair behind your ear. “if you’re feeling uncomfortable, there is no rush to carry on.”

his tone sounded even softer than what it was usually; the solemn expression he wore silently telling you it was okay.

fitting, really, considering how vulnerable you both were in this moment.

you expected nothing less from the wandering samurai.

“i…” breaking eye contact, you felt guilt seep into your burning skin. “i don’t want to leave you unsatisfied, kazuha.”

he chuckled at that, closing his eyes. “i’m satisfied, dove. your very presence is enough for me, i wouldn’t ask for more.”

he looked beautiful like this, you thought. the moonlight leaking in from the window lit up his features; he was nothing short of divine.

so why was this so hard? denying him? any other person would jump for the opportunity, which begs the question: why haven’t you?

“i love you, so, so much.” a deep breath. “i just have no desire to… do this… i’m sorry.” your voice had turned into a whisper by the end, you were finding it hard to say anything else.

“and… i love you more than anything, no matter what. so why feel guilty?” he pressed his forehead to yours, your noses bumping ever so slightly. “your lack of sexual desire won’t stop me from loving you, my muse.”

a weight was lifted off your shoulders as he said that.

sighing softly, you cuddled into him, your head on his chest as his fingers smoothed over your hair.

“never change, y/n.” he cooed, similar to a bird singing into the night sky.

“i wouldn’t have you any other way.”

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tanjiromenon · 2 years

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𝐚 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐢'𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠

pairing: kazuha kaedehara x fem!reader

warning: smut, angst, 18+ content, use of alcohol, minors do not interact

w/c: 2k

disclaimer: based on this post, use of she/her pronouns, reader is a sex worker that works in an oiran, use of kazuha's backstory, cunninglus, body worship, praise, unprotected sex, unedited, use of specific aspects of a kimono is used.

Another large boom in the sky echoed out, its clouds dark, malicious and full of rage and rain. A flash of lightning tinted a familiar amethyst hue illuminated high as the heavens set down bullets of water, staining Kazuha's once dry hoari. His clothes easily absorbed the liquid, sticking to his pale ashen skin. Mud caked on to his shoes and legs as he continued trugging on in the stormy weather.

The once notable samurai shivered as chills crept up his back, lips dry and cracked from the lack of hydration he had had while on the run. Kazuha narrowed his dull eyes out towards a lone light illuminating by itself in the desolate area around him. Kazuha darted towards it, desperate to try to get somewhere dry and safe for the night, mind still playing Tomo’s death over and over again.

Would these people even let him in if he knocks? His attire is ruined and atrocious not to mention he is a wanted criminal now. If they let him in, they would be at risk from the Shogun’s and Tenryou Commission’s wrath. Regardless, desperation clouded his thoughts. He had to at least try.

Moths hung by the lamppost as his eyes adjusted to the sign as a small gasp left Kazuha’s lips. It was an orian...one he was familiar with as well.

Guilt plunged into his stomach as your image clouded his mind. It had been awhile since he had been in your presence. With the work he was secretly doing with Watatsumi Clan and Tomo's sudden departure—Kazuha let out a sigh sliding the door open. An older woman greeted him with a smile, before morphing into slight horror.

“Kaedehara…what are you doing here,” she muttered out in shock. Kazuha tried to stop a pained chuckle from erupting from his chest. So word of his treason did travel across the islands of Inazuma.

“...Please allow me to stay the night here. When dawn arrives I will be gone before the light hits this building,” Kazuha murmured, bowing his head. Droplets of water hit the wooden floor as the woman narrowed her eyes and frowned.

“Kaedehara, I know you’ve helped us countless times protecting our girls and establishment from the Fatui and other ronin, but…” the woman muttered before clicking her lips. Kazuha did not stop bowing though, letting his eyes harden to the floor in disappointment. With another sigh, the woman crossed her arms.

“How much mora do you have left?” she muttered. Kazuha’s pocket’s have been light. He packed very minimally knowing the Shogun’s army would be right on his tail.

“...I think I have 500,” Kazuha whispered back. The woman placed her hand on Kazuha’s back, signalling the man to look up at her. The pity in her dark eyes was clearly apparent, but he cannot blame her. Kazuha was sure he was tracking mud and the young ones would have to clean up his mess in the main hall.

“...I’ll take half then. Go take a bath now while we take care of your clothes. I’ll also have a bottle of sake prepped for you...I’m sure you’ll need it,” the woman grumbled. Kazuha dug into his soaked pocket, bringing his coin bag out and handing it to her. He’d rather give her all of it—as he couldn’t guarantee he’d be alive to use it tomorrow.

“Just take all of it. I appreciate what you’re doing Hibiki,” Kazuha murmured. Hibiki sighed, placing the coins into her pocket.

“If the Tenryou Commission comes through, we won’t protect you though. Some of my girls have visions and I refuse to let them go down for your mistakes,” Hibiki muttered, closing her eyes. She took a deep breath opening her eyes once more towards the pitiful samurai.

“I assume you want her, right?” she asked as Kazuha just nodded in agreement. Hibiki clicked her tongue as Kazuha began walking off towards the baths.

“...You know she thought you forgot about her. I wonder how she’ll react seeing the man she cared so dearly about, broken and a mess, Kaedehara…” she whispered. Kazuha stopped, ears twitching, hearing Hibiki’s words cut through him like a newly polished sword before pressing onwards.

Kazuha’s appearance looked normal as he gazed into the mirror in his room. His snow white hair and orange streak was long—dropping just below his shoulders—shining in the light of the room. The once rough patchy skin was smooth and soft, color returning on his cheeks. His body felt warm, free from the mud that caked on his skin.

His eyes remained dull though, bags under them accompanying it.

Kazuha sighed, bringing his sake to his lips as the bitter warm liquid slid down his throat. He sat down on the plush decorative pillows, seeing a shadow of a figure on the other side of the door. As the doors slowly pulled open, Kazuha's mouth slightly gaped, mesmerized at the intricately designed red kimono and orange obi—the same fabric he had gifted you a year prior. An adorned fan covered your face, your eyes filled with happiness and joy he desperately missed. As other workers closed the doors as you entered the room, it took his whole willpower not to rush you with a tight hug.

“...It’s been a while Kaedehara—”

“You know not to call me that...please just say Kazuha, I miss my name on your lips, dove,” he muttered, getting up. Your eyes soften, placing your fan down on the low table. Kazuha walked over, placing a hand on your cheek. His callous fingers moving along the soft skin on your face.

“But you’ve been a stranger. You haven’t visited me in over a year...but I guess I know why now,” you muttered. Kazuha clenched his jaw, pressing his lips onto yours. Your long lashes fluttered close, quickly accepting the samurai’s affection.

“...Kazuha...I’m worried about you. You need to get out of Inazuma. I don’t want you to end up like Tomo. The Mighty Shogun, she—” Kazuha cut your speech once more by one of his tender kisses, his hand still on your cheek.

“Please, let’s not talk about that now. I know things aren’t looking positive for me, but I want to spend this night admiring and adoring you. If this may be my last...then let’s make it my best,” Kazuha hummed out, wiping a lone tear drifting from your eyes. A pained smile appeared on your face, trying to settle your damp vision.

“You’ve always been like this,” you murmured out,” always in the moment, eyes not looking at the past or future.”

Kazuha stole your lips once more, placing his hands tightly at your hips as he slowly escorted you to the large futon on the floor. As he laid you down on the futon, widening your legs on his sides and slowly grinding into you—his hands pull down on the kimono and nagajuban to expose your breasts.

“Beautiful…” he murmured out, taking one nipple into his mouth as he toy with the other mound in his hand. A whine escaped you, as you bit your trembling lips pulling your hips up to meet his movements at his pelvis. As his eyebrows furrowed, his sucking began getting harder and he pinched and slightly pulled your hardened nipples.

“K-Kazuha…” you moaned out. Kazuha prodded his tongue out, autumn-tinted eyes half-lidded as he licked circles across your sensitive bud.

“What? Did you forget so easily I like to worship every part of you?” Kazuha hummed. His hand slowly undid the obi, letting the obijime and obiage fall to the side of the futon. Your kimono and nagajuban were opened, allowing him to see every curve and blemish on your body he so loved.

His lips, warm from the sake, slowly cascaded down to your naval as he pressed two fingers on your clothed panties, feeling your wet essence drip out. He pulled your panties to the side, thumb slowly rubbing circles on your needy clit. Shots of pleasure and electricity reverberated across your body.

“Your body always seems to entice me, dove. You are the moon in this dark world and I have no choice but to worship you,” he muttered. His lips connected with your clit, the taste of your essence sweet on his tongue. Kazuha moaned out, vibrations rippling out on your greedy hole. Your hands shot up towards his hair, soft as silk, as you pushed him further against you. You felt his lips form a smile, darting his tongue inside you.

“K-Kazuha. You feel so good..m’more I need more,” you stuttered out.

“As you wish, my dove.”

Kazuha brought your legs on top of his shoulders as he delved his tongue keeper inside of you. Half of your body was in the hair as the samurai held up most of your weight. His nose pressed down against your throbbing clit as pleasure continued boiling in the pit of your stomach.

“M’gonna...I’m gonna!” you shouted out. Kazuha smiled as he felt your body try to constrict against his tongue—your body shaking from your orgasm. He slowly let your body down, your skin glowing in aftersex.

“I m’ssed you so much Kazuha…” you whispered out trying to catch your breath. Kazuha placed a gentle kiss on your thigh as he disrobed himself, his cock held high. His pink tip dribbled with precum that dripped along his length and onto the once clean floorboards; it was clearly desperate to enter your velvety folds.

“Shhh, I know sweetheart. I missed you so much too. Just let me take care of you,” he cooed out. Kazuha guided your legs to wrap around his frame as he slowly rubbed the tip of his cock along your overly sensitive clit, lapping up your wetness on his length. His lips connected with you, as he slowly entered—feeling every ridge and softness of your pussy squeezing him to go further inside of you.

As he bottomed at you with a thrust, his eyes fell towards your chest once more that moved with his slight movements.

“...I love you (Y/n)...” he whispered out, weaving his hands tightly with yours, as he began his movement. Every thrust was meticulous, curved up to hit that button inside of you that makes you see stars. You squeezed him further as a shaky moan escaped his lips. How could he be gone from your arms for so long?

“I love you. I love you. I love your smile...fuck—” Kazuha hissed out, hitting deeper inside of you as he lifted your legs up, pinning your knees against the futon. Tears hit the corner of your eyes from how sensitive and riled up Kazuha was making you—the lower half of the futon, soiled from your wetness.

“Your eyes. Your body. Your—” Kazuha trailed off again, lifted his head up as he felt himself lose it against the intense pleasure he was feeling. Your back arched up, signaling your second orgasm of the night, making it difficult for Kazuha to continue on. Tightness built up against his abdomen, but how could he leave your tight, warm insides now?

“You! I love you!” Kazuha shouted out— his bangs covering his eyes—as he shot his load inside of you. You felt warm, feeling his cum slowly seeping out of you, dripping down to the previous mess you had made. Sweat rolled down Kazuha’s broad shoulders as he tried getting his breath. His hair was once more stuck to his face, cheeks tinted red in love and lust.

Your hands slowly reached over to his cheeks, beckoning him to lay down, which he promptly agreed to. Kazuha fluttered his eyes close, pressing a long passionate kiss as his softening cock stayed inside of you. His head rested on your breast, leaning into your touch.

“...I love you too, Kazuha,” you murmured out, playing with the long locks of his hair.

It would be hard rising up again and leaving you once more for who knows how long, if he’s even alive tomorrow. He dreams he could take you with him, but you had a life here he couldn’t uproot you from.

Even if the Shogun struck him down within the hour, at least he has this memory of peace—the love of his life in his arms, still connected from a night of passion, love, and longingness.

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tanjiromenon · 2 years

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hi! may i request a GN!reader who is thoma's little sibling? or at least they see him as a big brother? just want familial fluff. :)

hi there!! i’m now obsessed with big brother thoma. :’)

also, i didn’t know how young you wanted the reader to be so i just imagined them as… 10-12 idk.

warnings: none!

thoma held your hand softly, yet firm enough to ensure you didn’t slip out of his grip as he walked through the busy streets of inazuma. your footsteps doubled compared to his due to the height difference you both had; you tried your best to keep up with him.

“are we almost there yet?” your voice sounded out into the air, the sweat along your brow dripping into your eye uncomfortably. thoma laughed, looking down at you with a grin. “tired already, huh?” he let go of your hand and kneeled down beside you, his smile never wavering. “we only just left the city!”

you breathed out a heavy breath, praying that the journey would be over soon. you just wanted to lay in bed, snuggled up in your covers- “hey!” thoma poked your rib ever so slightly. “i said get on my back, so i don’t have to listen to you whine about how sore your legs are tomorrow.”

you tilted your head ever so softly, the confusion evident on your face. surely thoma would get tired easily since you’re not as small as you were before, and the journey was long. super long. “can you do that?”

ruffling up your hair, thoma stood up, picking you up easily and allowing you to manoeuvre to a comfortable position on his back. “course i can! the journey isn’t that long anyway.”

“but we’re climbing up a mouuuuntain, thoma! it’s going to take forever!”

“you mean, i. i am climbing up a mountain, not you.”

after what felt like days (despite thoma repeatedly saying it was only an hour and a half), you had both made it to the kamisato estate, and you immediately ran to the fence, grinning at the spectacular view that was bestowed upon you; eventually, thoma had made his way to you with two dango’s in his hand.

one for you, and one for him.

“thanks thoma, you’re the best!” you exclaimed, snatching it out of his hands and eating it straightaway. he chuckled slightly at the action, patting your head softly. “remember to chew, kiddo.”

once you were both finished, you sat down at a bench next to thoma, who noticed your frequent yawns, and a smile etched its way onto his face as the sky got darker and darker. “are you, yawning, by any chance, y/n?”

shaking your head, you forced your mouth shut as another yawn threatened to escape, and your jaw was clenched to the point where it was painful. “…no.”

another laugh came from him and he stood up, holding his hand out to you. “come on, let’s get you to bed.”

next thing you knew, you woke up right as thoma was tucking you underneath your bedsheets in your shared room; he locked eyes with you momentarily, laughing at your confusion. “you fell asleep on the way here.”

nodding, you felt yourself drift off again, and you desperately tried to stay awake, wanting to spend some more time with your older brother. “o-kay thoma…” another yawn escaped you; thoma shook his head with a smile. “hey, it’s okay. go to sleep, i’ll be in the estate when you wake up.”

before he could walk away from your bed, you tugged on his arm slightly, causing his focus to shift back to you with a tilt of his head. “can you take the day off tomorrow?”

thoma hummed, tapping his chin as he stared into the ceiling. after a moment of silence, he nodded his head, looking back at you. “yeah, only this once though.” he was grinning from ear to ear once again and walked to your bedroom door. “and we can get some more snacks.” he wiggled his eyebrows teasingly, leaving before you could get another word out.

once he left, you let out a quiet giggle, cuddling into your bedsheets even more as you hummed with excitement. it seems like thoma heard this though, and shouted a quick “go to sleep!” from the hallway, and you did just that.

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tanjiromenon · 2 years

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masterlist;

genshin impact:

kazuha -

nothing less (a tender moment of acceptance between lovers.) asexual!reader

xiao -

tranquility (you and xiao profess your love for each other)

departure (xiao attempts to distance himself from a potential love interest…, you.)

thoma/tohma -

family first (you and your older brother, thoma, have some much needed family time.)

demon slayer: kimetsu no yaiba

tanjirō -

unreciprocated (despite you being aromantic, tanjirō can’t help but love you) aromantic!reader

relaxation (after a stressful mission, you and tanjirō take a moment to relax together)

headcanons -

general fluffy dating hcs (including; tanjirō, rengoku, giyū, sanemi & sabito)

kingdom hearts

sora -

hopelessly devoted (sora eases your anxiety the best way he knows how: through love and affection)

#masterlist #kazuha x reader #kny #retro anime #video games #fanfiction #fanfic #rengoku x reader #zenitsu x reader #tanjiro x reader #tanjirou x you #tanjirou headcanons #xiao smut #genshin xiao #genshin imagines #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer imagines #venti x reader

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tanjiromenon · 2 years

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tranquility

(xiao x reader)

warnings: slightly nsfw, fluff overload, just a lovey-dovey make out session tbh, not proofread (good luck)

his touches are gentle upon your skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake - despite the warm feeling that coursed through you.

his touches are like a gentle river; his breaths come out as a plethora of compliments, every word coming out of his mouth causing you to shiver.

“xiao-”

he hummed, looking up at you as he raised his head from the crook of your neck, a small smile gracing his face.

“i love you.” you cradled xiao’s face in your hands, seeing his eyes well up with tears for a brief moment, which was quite out of character for the ‘conquerer of demons’. he retracted his arms from your waist, placing his hand over yours, leaning into your touch as his other hand remained on your thigh. “and i love you.” he replied, his calloused thumb tracing small circles on the back of your hand. his words felt like they were falling from a silk ribbon, and the familiar feeling of butterflies was blossoming in your stomach.

before you could say another word, xiao captured your lips in his own, his soft and slightly wet lips massaging your own in a slow and mesmerising pattern. his eyes were drawing to a close; his breathing slowing along with his heartbeat, suddenly not feeling as nervous as he did before.

you were certain that nothing could disturb the tranquility you felt when you were with him.

your breaths merged together as your hands roamed over each other’s bodies, the feeling so gentle - almost as if you were afraid that a heavier touch would break the tenderness of the moment.

you pulled away from xiao, just to admire his face, the only thing connecting you being the string of saliva leading from one mouth to the other. after a moment, you sucked in a breath. “you deserve better-“

“stop,” xiao whispered, his eyes pleading with you; he breathed a sigh of relief once he saw you press your lips together. “just stop talking.”

his lips were on yours once again, and it seemed as if the world started to fade away around you both.

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tanjiromenon · 2 years

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— fake smile.

🎃 spooky-week : day three 🎃

m i r r o r s & d o p p e l g ä n g e r s

pairing: xiao / fem!reader

warnings: dubcon, noncon, voyeurism without consent, dark content, mirror kink

word count: 1.5k

summary: you enter a mirror house with your boyfriend xiao for halloween, things take a dark turn.

⤿ spooky week masterlist.

“Come on, Xiao. It’ll be fun, I promise–”

“Yeah right,” he grumbles as you pull on his sleeve. “You said that about twilight too…”

“This is much much better than twilight,” you grin and point towards the house of mirrors. “Besides, you can actually be tall in there!”

“You think this banter is cute but it’s going to cost you one boyfriend…”

You roll your eyes but never lose your chiper attitude as you lead him inside. Giving the employee two tickets, you continue to pull on his sleeve despite his protests and groans. The mirror house is exactly how you imagined it would be, dim lights with a slightly horror-esque vibe, and even Xiao cheers up after a while. The mirrors inside make the two of you tall, short, with big feet, with a big head… Soon laughter echoes inside and you couldn’t be happier. Your phone in hand you fill your memory card with silly selfies.

Keep reading

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tanjiromenon · 3 years

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xiao x reader angst/fluff maybe?¿ he tries to pull away from the potential relationship but ends up giving into his feelings.

i hope the money helps ali <3

HELLO ZIHAN! thank you for the commission bae <3. i literally wrote this in sept lol. it’s been in my drafts for so long

i have a few more to do, thank you for understanding my situation everyone!! when i feel better i’ll defo finish them :)

warnings: angst, bad writing lol, help idk what else to put, xiao might be ooc

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xiao stood there, gazing down at liyue from the rooftop of wangshu inn, the air frigid and cold as it had formed goosebumps over his skin.

the cool breeze flew by his face ever so slightly, tickling him with the faintest cold sting; appearing with a pink hue on his cheek.

the coldness of the air was refreshing, in a way, it helped him get distracted; helping him stray away from the thoughts inside his head.

that was, until, he heard a familiar voice in his ears. “and here, we have the balcony, it holds quite a lovely view.” verr goldet was giving a small tour to a new guest that xiao had only assumed was planning to stay at the inn for a while.

he had heard rumours of an esteemed guest coming over to join wangshu inn for a while, one could only assume that this person was the aforementioned guest.

“thank you, verr, this place is amazing.” a small giggle escaped the persons mouth, their lips curving upwards in a gentle and welcoming smile; eyes closing in the process.

xiao watched their every movement intensely from the rooftop, his gaze fixated on them.

‘tch, doting over some foolish mortal’ xiao scoffed at himself tearing his gaze from them, only to have it wander over to their form once again.

“y/n.” smiley yanxiao greeted you, his voice protruding your ears and pulling you out of the book you was reading. “can i get you anything to eat, kid?” you nodded your head, a smile gracing your face once again as you responded. “one almond tofu, please.” he let out a small hum of approval before returning to the kitchen.

xiao was sat there, completely bemused by you and your… unique actions. his eyes travelled from your hair, to your eyes, to your lips…

how odd. he’s never been this intrigued by a mortal before, at least, not long enough to acknowledge their features and what he guesses was their name.

y/n, what an interesting name.

in the blink of an eye, he was next to you, his gaze focused on you and solely you, trying to piece you together. “um, hello sir.” you locked eyes with him only to look away straightaway upon seeing that he was already staring at you.

“can i… help you?”

“what’s your name.” the words that fell from his lips sounded like more of a demand than a question, but you answered it nonetheless. “y/n..”

he nodded, looking away and focusing his gaze elsewhere. “xiao.”

and he was gone.

after that encounter, xiao often found that you plagued his thoughts frequently; resulting in him following everything you do, while still being able to give you privacy at times. the only times he saw you face to face was when you were in a particularly dangerous situation. and even then, he never said much.

you, on the other hand, were completely baffled by his presumptuousness, failing to understand that the one you had met was ultimately an adeptus, who was very hard to converse with. why on earth was he acting so mysterious?

he began to follow you on your walks, even clearing enemies ahead of you to make your morning less difficult, trying to keep you as safe as possible. of course, he told himself that this was because you were an esteemed guest and an old friend to verr, which technically wasn’t a lie.

but after the whole ordeal with osial and the jade chamber, he was eager to return to wangshu inn, only to come back and see that you were not in your usual spot.

instead, you were on the rooftop, asleep.

xiao shook his head as he noticed your book laying on your chest, you must’ve fallen asleep while reading.

picking you up effortlessly, he took your sleeping body to your room, laying you down gently on the bed. he felt his face heating up as he looked at you, you were so… calm.

feeling his body move by itself, he tucked your hair behind your ear, he froze; his mind going back to all the times he had gone to verr goldet for advice.

xiao remembered the laugh that always escaped her lips as she explained the heartbreaking truth.

“you’re in love, xiao.”

and the worst part? he would never be able to have you.

with a sigh, he got up and looked at you one last time, before leaving your room.

he found himself sitting on the rooftop of wangshu inn, where your sleeping body was a few moments ago. the wind teased him with your scent running along with it, causing him to bury his head in his hands with a variety of emotions swirling in his mind.

he always knew he would have to come to terms with it one day. you were a mere mortal and he, he was an immortal deity capable of many things even you could not achieve.

mixing with you would be a disaster, a mortal should have no ties with his world.

this would have to be a silent goodbye.

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tanjiromenon · 3 years

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Hello! May I request fluffy general dating hcs for Sabito, Tanjiro, Sanemi, Rengoku and Giyuu? Basically just them being cute boyfriends ^^ you can make the reader gn or female your choice! /3

hey hey hey! this was so cute ack but please excuse the fact that sanemi might be a little ooc i do not know how to write for him 💀

also hi!! sorry this is like, idk a month late :/

warnings: spoilers for sabito’s section, lots of fluff ! ( also hinting at the events in mugen train )

Tanjiro:

when you and tanjirō first got together, he was pretty inexperienced to say the least.

this was his first relationship ever, he didn’t want to mess it up somehow, despite being the best boyfriend one could ever ask for.

his flustered face was quite a common sight for the first few months, he blushed at every little thing… wether it was just a small brush of each other’s hand or looking into your eyes, he always ended up red as a tomato.

but tanjirō always had his ways of making you blush as well.

“you’re really beautiful, you know. you are the most angelic thing i have ever seen.”

assuming you’re a demon slayer, when out on missions tanjirō has a habit of holding your hand and keeping you close.

he knows you can look after yourself, he just cares a lot!

tanjirō also loves surprising you! even if it’s something small like breakfast in bed, hugs from behind or running you a bath! he always has your best interest in heart.

will miss you a lot when you’re not able to see each other, so he will talk to nezuko about you for hours on end, ending up in her falling asleep.

doesn’t get jealous at all, and the only time he seems jealous is when he’s protective of you.

whenever you ask him about it, he’ll simply say, “i could smell something off about them.”

hugs you like you’re the most precious thing in the world (which you are, in his eyes), and loves your scent above all else.

it’s something that comforts him.

tanjirō is a great boyfriend 10/10!!

Rengoku:

rengoku. the most sensual and honest person you have ever met.

when you had both formed a relationship, there wasn’t really a difference from your friendship at first.

the only thing you could note that was different was how overjoyed he would get every time he saw you.

“i don’t have to hide my love for you, y/n!”

it was pretty obvious he had liked you for a while, though.

rengoku always looked at you with such, longing, the smile that would grow on his face reminding you of how lucky you are.

“how lucky you are? i’m the one who’s lucky!”

Rengoku always managed to find some time to spend with you, being a hashira was not easy, but he always made it work. for you, he tried.

would take you out on dates whenever he had free time, usually to a quiet and serene place where you two could lie down on the grass and point out the clouds.

extremely cheesy at times.

“the sky’s beautiful.”

“you’re more beautiful, my love.”

likes to hold your hands a lot, stroking his thumb over them as he told you how much he loved you.

rengoku also had a habit of kissing your forehead when bidding you farewell, his nose brushing against yours afterwards.

just like tanjirō, it was near to impossible to make rengoku jealous, he knew you were loyal, so why should he worry?

he was also extremely supportive of everything you did, constantly cheering you on from the sidelines with a big grin.

liked to show you off to everyone you meet. “this is my partner, y/n! aren’t they lovely?”

liked to cuddle you under the stars, holding you close to him, slightly scared that when he wakes up that you’ll be gone.

couldn’t go a day without being with you.

you were his lifeline, as he called it. something he couldn’t bear to be without.

also liked telling you about his upcoming missions before he left. his excited face was the best sight one could ever ask for.

“i must be quick, my love. after all, i’ve got a train to catch!”

Giyū:

giyū is surprisingly very talkative (compared to how he is normally) when he’s with you.

likes to send you flowers when out on missions with cute notes like, “missing you greatly, my love.” “this place is quite dim without you.”

you don’t know how he does it; he doesn’t tell you.

giyū likes to cuddle you and play with your hair, he tends to do it subconsciously when he’s sleeping with you.

when you first got together he didn’t speak much, it was extremely awkward for the first couple of weeks.

but then, he slowly started getting more comfortable: small brushes of your hands to hand holding, small pecks on the forehead to kisses on the lips….

he never dared do anything too intimate (in his eyes) without your definite consent though.

for example, “can i hug you..?” “yes, giyū, you can hug me.” “are you sure?” “yes, gi-” “-but are you 100% sure-”

it’s very rare that you two argue; when you do giyū shuts it down immediately.

he hates arguing with you, he always feels guilty afterwards, even if it wasn’t his fault.

likes to spoil you quite a lot. you want it? you got it.

even if he sees you glance at something through a shop window he’ll remember to go back and get it later on.

“that looks nice!” “in what size, dear?” “what about the price?” “what size.”

if you’re very careless and outgoing then he’ll be extra protective over you. after all, if he doesn’t watch you then who will?

acts annoyed sometimes but he secretly likes it, just gives him an excuse to be with you even longer.

overall, giyū loves and cares for you a lot. he wouldn’t know what he would do without you in his life.

Sabito:

tough. this boy is tough.

will definitely convince you to train with him, and god forbid if you agree to let him mentor you.

doesn’t hold back when it comes to just a small flaw in your training, makes you correct it immediately.

don’t think that he’s doing it just to be mean, though. in reality he’s just extremely worried for your safety and doesn’t want you to get hurt.

sabito is also worried that if something happens to him you’ll have no one to protect you, so you’ll have to learn to protect yourself.

looks at you with the softest eyes even when scolding you, even if his face is red from frustration and with furrowed eyebrows.

“i just want you to be okay, y/n.”

despite being your boyfriend for quite a while, he still struggles to come to grasp with physical intimacy.

kisses on the cheeks and holding your hand should suffice for now.

also likes to take you on small picnics and always finding ways to make you laugh.

likes to pinch your cheeks as well.

like giyū, he hates it when you argue. he doesn’t argue back though, only listens to what you have to say before nodding and trying to come up with solutions or make amends.

sabito definitely freaks out when he finds out you’re participating in final selection. it should’ve been obvious from the get-go, but, it’s far too dangerous.

tries to convince urokodaki to not let you do it.

“then all of the training you and urokodaki put me through would’ve been useless!”

this, this was the only time he ever argued back.

even as you walked into final selection he held your hand until the very end, giving you a final goodbye.

Sanemi:

as you might already know, sanemi was quite… hot-headed.

you’ll have to be extremely patient with him. he does love you, he just doesn’t know how to show it properly.

tends to lash out at the smallest things but almost always manages to calm down when you’re there.

it’s almost as if he’s trying to suppress his anger so you don’t see him that way.

sanemi is the most protective of you, doesn’t let anyone he has the littlest ounce of dislike come near you.

“i’ll slash off your head if you try and do anything! don’t get any funny ideas!”

not the biggest fan of pda or being intimate but he’s certainly trying.

you wouldn’t make him do anything he doesn’t want to do, though.

his whole life he has lost so many people and he’s scared he’ll lose you too, which is honestly one of his worst fears.

this also meant he wasn’t experienced with relationships at all. most of the people he had liked before ended up running away.

tried to give you a massage once and you ended up getting cramped up, tanjirō had to end up helping you, much to sanemi’s distaste.

the one thing he is comfortable with is caressing your face and holding it in his hands, there’s something so comforting about that.

you both try to avoid arguing as much as possible, knowing how bad it could get.

if you’re both hot-headed then… oh dear.

sanemi loves you a lot, just be patient with him.

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tanjiromenon · 3 years

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may i request a tanjiro x reader where they just cuddle and look after each other after a stressful mission? can be sfw or nsfw, thanx :3

of course anon, i hope u enjoy this! :D

warnings: fluff, suggestive themes towards the end

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“oh, y/n, your forehead is bleeding!” tanjirō reached up to move a strand of hair out of your face, a frown painting its way onto his features. “here, let me help you.”

his delicate fingers grazed over your wound ever so slightly, noticing the way your breath hitched as he had bandaged it up. “are you okay, my love?” tanjirō was not one to ignore your body language, he wanted you to always be as comfortable as possible. he craved for you to trust him as much as he trusted you. “i’m okay, tanjirō.” you sighed and grabbed ahold of his warm hand and you both walked to an inn, a place you could rest for the night.

opening the door to the building, you let out a small yawn, stretching your arms as you went to your room. tanjirō followed you, gazing at you with tired yet worried eyes, he couldn’t bring himself to rest just yet.

“it’s been raining, we should change our clothes.” you mumbled, immediately taking off your haori, throwing it onto the table beside the door. “i can run a bath, if you’d like,” tanjirō came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, his face smooshed into the crook of your neck.

“that would be nice.” you mumbled, leaning back into his embrace with another sigh.

tanjirō chuckled before making his way over to the bath, letting the water pour out and placing his hand inside, checking the temperature. “this seems like an alright temperature, y/n.” his gaze travelled over to you, a smile etching its way onto his face. “you look as radiant as ever.”

“that was one relaxing bath, tanjirō.” you grinned as you had changed into your clean clothes, joining him in the warm futon. he placed an arm around your waist as you cuddled into his chest; your leg wrapping around his own. “this is nice, we don’t get any alone time these days.” you mumbled, trying to get even closer to tanjirō.

“we could just make the most of it now…” tanjirō whispered, gently carressing your face with the back of his hand; causing you to blush deeply, looking up at him as a small giggle escaped your lips.

removing his hand from your face, he grabbed your hand and trailed his thumb over your palm, leaning forward to trap you in a delicate and loving kiss. he broke away for a moment, before joining your lips together once again, savouring this moment and painting it in his memory.

grabbing his neck, you pulled him closer, kissing him with just as much passion for a brief period; his eyes fluttered open to meet yours once you had broken the kiss. “that’s a good idea, jirō.”

chuckling under his breath, tanjirō placed his hand on your waist once again and hovered over you, placing slow and gentle kisses on your neck.

“i love you.”

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tanjiromenon · 3 years

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tanjirō x aromantic!s/o imagine where they feel bad for not being able to reciprocate his feelings the same way? can be angsty btw :) thank youu!!!

also could i be 🍄 anon?

omg hi fellow aromantic here!

i’ve dealt with this before so i wrote this based off my own experiences so i hope that’s okay with you. and yes you can be 🍄 anon <3!

warnings: angst/comfort, fluff, just tanjirō being amazing tbh

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“hello, love.” a familiar figure knelt at the side of your bed, grasping your hand ever so slowly.

tanjirō smiled at you, the person he yearned for, the one he had his eyes set on ever since the day you both met. a day he could never forget, something to treasure for the rest of his days; something fate had graciously set up for him.

in a sense, tanjirō had already won, he had been able to confess his feelings to this person, who was now his significant other.

but, look at the situation in any other way, it was clear that tanjirō had most definitely lost this cruel game called love. why? a simple answer to that, really, you never reciprocated any romantic feelings.

you had made this clear when he had confessed. it’s not as if you didn’t like tanjirō though. there was no denying that. you wanted to be around him, touch him, talk to him, live with him. there was also no denying the yearning to love him back; tanjiro knew this, he knew this from the countless nights you had cried in his arms, apologising to him fervently.

apologising for something that was out of your control.

“don’t fret, my dear, you know i don’t hold this against you in any way.” tanjirō softly said, stroking your head softly, rocking you back and forth. you held onto him tightly, as if he would never be seen again if you let go. “i never wanted to be like this.“

tanjirō hummed in understanding, peering into your glassy eyes, the sound of rain against the window being the only noise that disturbed the calmness of this moment.

grazing his thumb over your cheek, tanjirō lifted you both up on the bed, placing you on his lap comfortably. “this is how you are, is it not?” sighing, you placed your head in the crook of his neck, cuddling up closer to him.

“..this is how i am.” you whispered, a hint of shame laced within your voice.

“then embrace it.” tanjirō cooed, his thumb still stroking your cheek while his other hand was around your waist, supporting you.

noticing your silence, he took it upon himself to fill in the silence engulfing the room. “you may not love me the same way, but who’s to say that anyone in this world loves the same as the other?” his mellow voice echoed slightly.

“we all look different, sound different, act different, but that doesn’t bother us. so why would you let something like this bother you, my dear?” you shook your head, closing your eyes in denial.

but this was different. you could never feel the romantic love everyone else does.

as if he was reading your mind, he spoke once again. “love has a multitude of different forms, this just means you can love in your own way. use this to your advantage.”

his words seemed like a soft lullaby, a lullaby a mother would sing to calm down their child.

his fingers traced small circles on your body, nearly sending you into a small slumber.

“i… i do love you, tanjirō.” upon hearing this, tanjirō laughed, rubbing his nose with yours softly. “and i love you too. doesn’t mean it has to be the same. we love each other, in our own ways, and that’s all that matters dear.”

yes, deep down, this whole ordeal hurt tanjiro. but he never let it stop him from being happy.

after a difficult mission, he comes home to freshly baked pies, seeing you with a smile on your face, greeting him with a warm hug, he felt loved.

love was love. and if this is how you are, then he wouldn’t have it any other way.

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