#hiromasa x reader

[kokusfluffyhair]

Hiromasa Confesses to You

SFW | might make a NSFW part 2 | Hiromasa x reader | reader so far is gn | wc: 1987

You and Hiromasa knew each other for some time already and had become friends pretty fast. It's a known fact around the Palace that once Hiromasa starts to like someone, he picks up the tendency to get clingy pretty fast. Needless to say, he made his desire to be around you as much as possible obvious not only to you but to everyone else around. Hiromasa, naive as he is, was oblivious to the fact that he was doing anything out of the ordinary. He thought he was "just happy". But, in reality, his body was experiencing much more than simple happiness towards a new friendship.

One evening, Hiromasa just happened to be practising the flute outside of your quarters. You couldn't understand this man's motives. He always acted unnaturally innocent and polite, but then he'd also take on an action that was pretty strong flirting. He'd bring you small gifts, hang around where he knew you would be, play a new tune on his flute and then say that he came up with it thinking about you ... but all the while, Hiromasa never seemed to be aware of what he was doing. It was sweet to see him like that, though. He was the type who had no shame about wearing his heart on his sleeve. He never seemed to have been heartbroken before and shattered to the point of seeing the world under a darkened filter. He was overly trusting and beamed with a naive kindness. Yet, at the same time, he was more than capable of having an attitude and being a bit of a brat. You always found that to be amusing.

You had your share of hearing some people in the Palace discreetly gossip about Hiromasa, saying both good and bad about him. His politeness and obedience were always praised, as were his musical talents that were unlike anything any of the nobles had heard before. But, you has also heard some of the nobles -- both men and women -- whispering amongst themselves that Hiromasa was too soft and immature. It sometimes made you mad, especially when you picked up on the hidden whisper behind one a woman's kimono sleeve saying that Hiromasa would be a gentle husband to whoever he would marry, but that he would also be quite dull, and probably hopeless in bed.

How their comments made your blood boil. A part of you always wanted to storm up to those women and yell at them, but you knew what was socially acceptable and what wasn't, and so you remained silent. Besides, you knew that if you did release your anger that Hiromasa wouldn't be very proud of your having done so in his defence. You could hear his voice as if he was right in front of you saying that he thanked you for sticking up for him, but that it was not worth your energy and to please not put your reputation at risk on his behalf.

Your memories of some of the court womens' most recent gossips passed through your mind as you surreptitiously watched Hiromasa play the flute from your window. The more you listened to him play, your eyes scanning over the form of his body that was hidden underneath his clothes, the more you thought of finding out for yourself how "hopless" or not he would be in bed ...

Even though you never saw Hiromasa without his large, modestly-covering clothing, you had pinpointed several areas to imagine how his body looked underneath it all. His kimono hung over his broad, well-built shoulders, and the part of his waist where his obi was tied was quite wide. He seemed to have a very nice frame underneath, and sometimes, you found yourself daydreaming about undressing him, especially so you could ...

Your eyes lowered to his rear.

So you could give that part of his body a nice squeeze.

You felt your face get hot as you pictured what you would like to do to Hiromasa, your images accompanied by his oblivious flute playing. Your hand moved along your thighs, up towards that sensitive spot between your legs, but you stopped yourself.

No. You weren't going to relieve yourself in that way tonight. Not when Hiromasa was right there on the grounds outside your quarters. So, you slowly got up and walked out onto your engawa, continuing to watch him as you took a seat. You let your legs hang off the engawa's side, dangling a bit, before you called his name.

"Hiro!"

The flute's melody suddenly screeched off-key. Hiromasa's body seemed to tremble a bit, either from the ugly sound he had just created or from becoming flustered after being "caught". He then slowly turned around to look towards you, his face holding a soft smile and a light pink blush to his cheeks.

"Oh, I -- did I disturb you, y/n?" Hiromasa asked as he scratched the back of his head below his eboshi.

You shook your head. "No. I was just listening."

Hiromasa bowed his head a little and came up to your engawa. Still smiling, he sat beside you and held his flute in his lap.

"Is this a new song you're working on?" you asked him. "It's really nice."

"Oh, no. It's not very nice. I still have a lot of work to do on it." He smiled shyly and looked off onto the grounds.

"You're really too modest about your talents."

He chuckled. "No. I'm just honest and realistic with myself. It's an improvised song I've been working on over the past few days. It's very new and unrefined." The blush on his cheeks grew darker.

"Well, I -- I think it's already beautiful." You didn't know why, but his shyness was contagious.

"Thank you," he said in a quiet, pleased tone. His smile got even softer and he looked down at his flute with a gleam of pride in his eyes.

The two of you sat there in silence for a bit. The tension between you was growing more by the second. It was as if you both were being pulled together by magnetic forces between your bodies, commanding you to embrace and roll on top of each other, but your minds were in agreement on fighting it.

Hiromasa shifted a bit in his seat and quietly cleared his throat. He was blushing even more, and some sweat could be seen glistening at his forehead. The way he was obviously aroused just by being with you turned you on even more, but you didn't want to make him more uncomfortable that would bring him to leave.

Your eyes lowered to the flute he fiddled with in his hands. It looked a bit different from the one you were used to seeing him with. "Is it new?"

"Uh?" He was almost startled, as if he was snapped out of some consuming thoughts. "Oh." He looked down at the flute. "Well, it's ... how do I say ... eh ..." He then looked at you and chuckled. "To be honest, it's a demon's flute."

"A demon's flute?"

"Y-Yes." A wave of confidence then passed over him and he straightened his back. He then proceeded to tell you about how he and Seimei had gone to the Suzaku Gate to investigate a gambling demon. Laughing, he went into many details of how Seimei had first made him do sumo with the demon before he was able to swipe the flute away.

"You? Sumo?" You also laughed.

"It was terrible!" He laughed more and then smiled at you. "Well, sometimes I've been told that I eat too much, but not so much that I could do sumo. See?" He then quickly took your hand and placed it to his stomach. His belly felt a little fleshy and round, but he wasn't fat.

You were tempted to slide your hands to the sides of his waist, hold him, and pull him closer to you.

"You ... feel nice ..." you then said without realising it.

"Huh?" Hiromasa's face turned bright red.

"I -- sorry." You pulled your hand away from his stomach, turning away from him slightly.

Hiromasa's mouth was open a bit, his breath slipping past his lips as he gazed at you. "Y-y/n?"

"Yeah?" You looked back at him.

Hiromasa gulped loudly. "Do you really think ... I look nice?"

You felt your cheeks grow warmer. You nodded. "Yes. I've thought so for a long time ..."

Hiromasa smiled shyly. "I --" He quickly grabbed both of your hands, awkwardly taking them in his while he was still holding onto his flute. "I like you." His face hardened as he tightened his hold on your hands. "I like you," he spoke with the air as if he was giving a speech at the court.

You found yourself smiling big. You had always known how he felt, but it was different now that he was able to tell you. "I like you too, Hiro. I like you a lot. You --" You look into his gentle eyes that seemed to be nervous but also loving, tender, and relieved at hearing your words. "You make me feel safe. Very safe."

"I do? Me?" he asked, almost in disbelief. Some tears formed at the corners of his eyes, which he quickly blinked away.

You nod. "Yeah." You feel how his hands are getting sweatier. It makes you want to protect him. "I'm gonna tell you something silly."

"Silly?"

"Yeah." You twist your hands in his hold so that you can grip them back better. "You make my heart feel really safe."

Hiromasa looked at you, almost breathless.

You laughed a little. "It's silly, isn't it?"

Suddenly, Hiromasa released your hands and wrapped his arms around you. He pulled you close against his body in a warm, tender embrace.

"It's not silly ..." He held you tighter. "It's ..." At a loss for being able to express himself with words, Hiromasa pulled away from the hug. He then took your hand and gently placed it over his heart.

You could feel the fast and strong little pounds of his heartbeat echoing against your hand.

"I'm not good with words," Hiromasa said as he looked down at your hand on his heart. He shrugged one of his shoulders a little. "It's probably why I'm terrible with poetry." He chuckled.

"Well, you do a fine job reading it out loud."

He laughed. "No, I'm not that good at it." He smiled at the compliment. "But this --" He put a light pressure on his hand holding yours to his chest. "Is my response to you telling me that you feel safe with me. I wish I -- I wish I was stronger to keep you safe." He cleared his throat quietly before raising your hand to his lips and kissing it.

The sensation of his soft lips against the back of your hand sent tingles down your body. "You are strong."

Hiromasa smiled and held your hand protectively in both of his. You almost start laughing, because he's still got the flute tucked between the thumb and index finger of one of his hands. Hiromasa notices your smirking and tilts his head to the side a little. "Am I doing something weird?" he asks with a bit of a teasing pout.

The laughter slips past your lips. "No, it's just ... you're still holding the flute."

"Oh!" His eyes widen as he looks down to his hands. He then sees the flute and starts laughing. He lets go of your hand and sticks the flute into his kimono sleeve. His face is a bright red from embarrassment, but he genuinely seems to think the whole thing is funny.

The two of you sit in silence for a few beats more. A light breeze blows from the grounds onto the veranda, sending a gentle chill against your neck.

"Hiro?" you ask.

"Y-Yes?"

You smile a bit shyly. "Would you like to come inside my room?"

Part 2

[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.

[hiromasamybeloved]

Hiromasa Cheers You Up

Hiromasa x gn!Reader | SFW | Trigger warnings: none | WC: 635

"You don't look well."

You knew that you wouldn't be left alone after that. Hiromasa had found you when you were down, and that meant he would be persitently by your side until he caught a genuine smile on your lips.

"I'm fine," you respond. You don't really like talking about your feelings with others, especially if they're negative. You've noticed along your life that if you are honest with others about feeling down or upset about something, that all it does is push people away. You wouldn't have minded if Hiromasa decided to leave you alone, but you didn't want to push him away so much that he would decided to never come back to you again.

Hiromasa sighed and sat down on the veranda beside you. He kept looking at you, waiting for you to turn your head and face him. When you didn't and it increasingly grew unbearably awkward for him to stay that way, he sighed again and gazed out towards the grounds.

"Would you like me to play my flute for you?" he asked after some silence. Hiromasa didn't like when it was too quiet, especially if he could sense that something was awry. It made him grow anxious.

You shake your head. "No."

"Please," he said, the heaviness in his voice almost begging for you to open up to him. "I can't stand seeing you like this."

"I don't want to talk," you say.

"You don't have to because I'll talk for us both." He reaches over to your lap to take your hands, prodding you to turn your head towards him. He blushes instantly as he feels your eyes on his face. As his cheeks warm with their soft red colour, Hiromasa smiles bashfully. "I -- I know how to cheer you up. Will you forgive me if I make a fool of myself?"

"Don't you manage to do that most of the time?" A smirk almost curls on the corner of your mouth as you say that.

"Stop." He looks away, but glances back at you from the corner of his eye. There's a spark of light in his iris as he's glad that you had a comeback for him. "Then I will make a fool of myself." He straightens his posture and adjusts his seating before moving his hands to your shoulders and gently guiding you to face him with your full body. "It will be more effective like this." He takes a deep breath. "I wrote a poem for you."

"Oh?"

He nods. "Yes. I know it's terrible, but maybe it'll cheer you up." He laughs awkwardly and then clears his throat. "Here goes:

Seeing you, My heart dances Like fireworks; A fleeting moment, But remembered forever."

A smirk forms on your face as you listen to him. You know that he means well and that he tried, but he has very little talent when it comes to poetry and whenever he writes, it comes out as being quite cheesy and overdone.

Hiromasa's blush deepens as he notices your growing smirk. In the depths of his stomach, he feels embarrassed, but it's easily overshadowed by the joy of seeing you smile warming his heart.

"Well ... how was it?" he asks.

"It was very you," you reply, smiling bigger but trying not to laugh.

He grins. "I'm glad that you finally smiled. See?" He raises his chin a little. "My poetry is good for something."

You aren't able to hold back that laugh any longer, and it's good that you couldn't, because it was very contagious and soon the two of you are giggling endlessly on the veranda.

The afternoon may have started off melancholic, but as long as Hiromasa is looking out for you, you will never be able to be sad or lonely for long.

[recentanimenews]

Venice – Jiro Taniguchi Art Book Review

Venice is a stunning watercolor art book/manga illustrated by the late Japanese comic artist Jiro Taniguchi, who passed away in 2017. It’s one of a series of deluxe travel books endorsed by fashion brand Louis Vuitton.

In its pages the illustrations of renowned artists or promising young talents tell the stories of the cities or countries they have visited, depicting the varied architecture, maybe the special light of their chosen topic whilst recording the passing days and lives of its people.

Taniguchi’s superbly detailed drawings and delightful watercolors paint the exuberant Italian city in a most beautiful light; who won’t be tempted to see Venice after seeing these beautiful art work ? Readers who are familiar with Jiro Taniguchi’s manga would probably have noticed the striking similarity of this piece of work to Guardians Of The Louvre.

This art book is a splendid virtual tour of Venice through the gorgeous watercolor art work of Jiro Taniguchi. Recommended.

I also recommend checking the artist’s art book, simply titled Jiro Taniguchi, as well as his other manga Guardians Of The Louvre.

“Venice – Jiro Taniguchi” artbook/manga details :

Dimensions – 10.2 x 0.6 x 7.5 inches Hard cover, 128 pages Full color, in English language

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[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 😉

[kokusfluffyhair]

Hiromasa's First Time

NSFW | 18+ only! | gn! reader | dom reader x (very) sub Hiromasa | wc: 2480

TW: anal sex, reader giving anal, nipple sucking, groping (ass and chest), saliva lube, possibly cringy (I don't usually write smut)

Continued from Part 1

You were pleasantly shocked when Hiromasa actually accepted your offer to come inside. Even though the two of you were sharing a nice moment together, you still didn't think he was the type to go into someone else's quarters. He always came off as too proper for that.

Maybe he still was, but you were the exception to his following the rules.

It was dark enough that no one would see him slip through your door. From your recent observations around the palace, the only people who might be out late at night to catch you were either Prince Atsumi or Kaneie. The thought of being spotted by Kaneie almost made you burst out in laughter, as surely he would have been out wandering the grounds at night in search of exactly what you were hoping to get out of Hiromasa.

Once Hiromasa fully stepped inside, you slipped behind him to close the door. It wasn't until then that he seemed to have processed exactly what he had done. He awkwardly froze in place, blushing heavily from ear to ear as he stood in your room.

"Hiro?"

Hiromasa's body tensed up as he snapped his back straighter. "Y-Yes?" A bead of sweat rolled down his forehead.

You gently took his arm. "Why don't you sit down and make yourself comfortable?

He nodded, his voice caught in his throat. "I ... just never have gone into someone else's ... bedroom ... before ..." He looked at you while you walked him over to your futon. "Are you s-sure you don't mind?"

"No, I don't, that's why I offered for you to come inside. But ..." You start to wonder if you're moving things too fast. Hiromasa had just taken up the courage and opportunity to confess to you and you were already trying to get more intimate with him. You didn't want to make him uncomfortable.

"But what?" he asked with a confused tilt of his head.

You took a deep breath. "I was just gonna say, if this is too much for you --"

"No!" he blurted it out and suddenly spun his body towards you and took both of your hands in his.

His hands were warm and sweaty in such a way that made you want them all over your body.

"I just ... have never done anything like this before ... and I ..." He gulped a little.

His reaction surprised you. "Do you mean, you, eh ... you know what I was thinking ... we'd do together ...?" You found yourself also becoming shyer about your primal urges.

Hiromasa held your hands tighter and nodded.

Your eyes widened. "You mean, you --?"

"It's not like I don't think about it!" he suddenly exclaimed. Hearing his own words, he turned his face away from you and looked towards the floor. "I think about it too much ..."

You slipped your hands out of his grasp and placed them on his waist. "Then, why don't we try it? No one has to know but us. I mean, if you're worried about people talking, that is."

"I don't care what they say. They're boring people who have nothing better to do than watch what others do and talk." He looked back at you, his face holding a darker blush than before, and suddenly wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug against his body.

His body was so soft and warm. The feeling of his chest rising and falling against you was surprisingly soothing, and the sounds of his breaths as he took in your scent sent tingles through your muscles.

"I just want to be with you ... always ..." Hiromasa said and pulled you closer against him.

As he gently squeezed you tighter to his body, you were able to feel a hard bulge in his hakama. Hiromasa wasn't excessively taller than you, so that hard and warm spot was finding itself just above your own sensitive area. The sensation of your body touching him there made Hiromasa gasp, his shoulders tensing before he relaxed again and lay his cheek against the top of your head.

"S-Sorry." He started to lean his lower region backwards away from you.

"No." Your voice was firm as you protested his moving away from you. You then slid your hands from his waist to his ass and squeezed his cheeks as you pushed him back against you.

"Uuaaaa!" he squawked out and snapped up his head from its place resting in your hair. He looked at you, his hairline covered with sweat and his entire face red like a tomato. His heated breaths puffed out at you while you squeezed and felt up his ass more. Then, finally, a groan escaped his lips. "Y-Y/n ... aahhhh ..." His eyes seemed to glaze over with arousal the more you kneaded and felt your hands around his ass.

You loved the sound of his groans. In that moment, they were the sexiest things you could possibly be hearing and you became painfully turned on. You cocked you head a bit to the side, feeling the bulge in Hiromasa's hakama getting even bigger and warmer.

"You're very sensitive back there, aren't you?" you ask him.

"Mm ... mhm ..." he responded shyly and let his face plop at the top of your head by your forehead.

You grinned and pressed the sides of your hands between his cheeks, teasing him quite a bit because he was still clothed. "Be a good boy for me, all right?"

He nodded, his face still pressed against your head. As you rubbed your hand back and forth between his cheeks, his lightly trembling lips started to kiss you at your forehead. His kisses were very soft and gentle, and if you would dare say, almost angelic.

It was while he kept planting kisses from one side of your forehead to the other and back that you untied his obi and undressed his bottom half. His hands did the same with your hakama, soon finding themselves underneath your kimono at your lower back. Hiromasa let out a warm sigh as his hands rubbed themselves along your back. His hands loved to roam on your skin, pressing and caressing you in differnet places like he was figuring out how to play a new instrument.

After taking some time to enjoy the feeling of his hands, you were about to give him a light slap to his ass to beckon him to go with you to the futon, when suddenly, Hiromasa's arms lowered themselves to your upper thighs. You felt his lips at your forehead stretch and curl into a grin as he lifted you up off the ground.

"Hiro!" you blurted out, astonished at his taking the lead, and latched onto him, your arms holding him behind his neck and your legs wrapped around his waist. When you looked at Hiromasa's face, he was brightly smiling and chuckling.

"You're smaller than me, so, may I give you a ride?" he said with a happy tone.

"All right," you replied with a smirk and pushed your private region closer against his stomach.

Carrying you to the futon seemed to give Hiromasa a boost of confidence. It wasn't all too surprising. One of his primary love languages was clearly acts of service with all the gifts he's brought you and the short songs he's written for you in the past. He looked at you with fulfilled, loving eyes as he walked you over, and after taking a short breath, he leaned towards you to give you a sweet, but awkward kiss on the lips before he set you down.

Hiromasa very properly squat down to his knees at the side of the futon and crawled towards you on all fours. When he reached you, he took your hands and kissed them many times, his shyness and anxiety slowly disappearing. You then took off Hiromasa's eboshi and set it to the side, and the two of you removed each other's top layers, leaving only your kosodes behind. Hiromasa wanted to keep some minimal clothing on for "decency", which you respected, even though nothing you were about to do was "decent" by any means.

You could tell that Hiromasa was still nervous, and to be honest, so were you, even though you were much better at hiding it than he was. You wanted to make sure that he had a good experience, not only because it would be his first, but because you wanted your relationshp with him to continue on and build into something deeper. So, in a plan to relax him, you took his face in your hands and started to tenderly kiss him. Hiromasa placed his hands over yours, his body melting more into you as you kissed. Once he began to whimper and groan during the kisses, you knew that he was ready for more.

You lightly nipped his lower lip before you pulled away. His dazed, puppy-dog eyes stared at you in confusion. He was about to say something when you silenced him by sticking your hand in his mouth, amassing a large amount of his saliva and rubbed it over what you were going to use with his ass.

"Uh ... uhhh ..." Hiromasa was left speechless by what you were doing.

"I don't want to hurt you," you said and stuck your hand back into his mouth to get more saliva. Once you lubed up, you put your hands on Hiromasa's shoulders and gently guided him down onto his back. He blushed from ear to ear again as you got betweeen his legs and lifted them up onto your shoulders so that you had the access you needed.

Hiromasa started to pant as he felt the tip at his entrance. "Oh ..."

You leant forward and gave him soft kisses on his belly. "If you want me to stop, let me know, okay?" You continued to kiss his belly.

"Y-Yes ... ahhh ..."

While you kissed and gave light licks with your tongue to Hiromasa's stomach, you slowly and carefully inserted into his ass. Hiromasa immediately yelped and started panting louder and heavier. The further you went in, the more he whimpered and moaned.

"M-My word ... y/n ..." He hissed through his teeth from the sensations of both pain and incoming pleasure he was feeling.

You rubbed your lips around his belly button. "Do you want me to stop?"

"N-N-N-No!!" He gripped the fabric of the futon tight in his fingers. "K-Keep going! Please!" He started to breathe heavily again.

"Okay." You went back to kissing his stomach, moving your lips along closer to his waist. "I'm going to start with slow movements."

"Y-Yes! Please! Aaahhhhh ..."

You slowly moved back and forth, feeling out the space you had and what Hiromasa was comfortable with. Luckily, he was a very vocal type, and his yelps and moans were able to signal to you what was just right for him. Your lips pressed and lightly kissed him around his waist as your movements turned into light thrusts. You wanted to begin testing Hiromasa's limits.

He called out, almost screamed out your name as you thrust deeper and deeper inside of him. His breathing got even heavier before it steadied itself a bit, and his loud screams turned into drawn-out grunts and groans of pure pleasure.

"Do you like it this way, Hiro?" you asked him as you looked up from your spot kissing at his belly.

"Y-Yes! Aaaahhhh ..."

You thrust harder and faster into him, making him mewl and groan underneath you. The sight of him like that helped bring you to your own climax, and soon, the two of you were both at the edges of pleasure.

"M-More! More, y/n!" Hiromasa cried.

You moved your lips up his belly to his chest and began to suck on one of his nipples as you increased the speed and intensity of your thrusts. Hiromasa was trembling underneath you, his entire body charged with electrifying sensations.

"Oh my!" His hands moved from gripping the futon to your upper body, where they found themselves holding and rubbing your chest down to your waist.

You sighed and groaned yourself. "You're so good, Hiro ..." You thrust rougher into him, sending him into a place of seeing stars. By this time, you were close, too, and you kept thrusting, accompanied by Hiromasa's hands feeling you up, until your body erupted with pleasure.

Your loud, relieved sigh was enough to let Hiromasa know that you were feeling just as great as he was. As you looked at him, you saw him smiling, even though his body seemed like it was nearly paralysed from all the sparks being sent through his nerves. When you were ready, you leant back to pull out of Hiromasa and laid down on the futon beside him.

Hiromasa was still panting a bit, but his breaths were steadying. His blissful smile grew larger as you were beside him, and he turned towards you with his arms extended to wrap you up and pull you against his chest. He pressed his lips against your forehead and face before he nuzzled himself into your hair, making you laugh.

Your contagious laugh made him giggle until he suddenly yawned and rubbed his cheek gently into your hair. "All of this made me kinda tired ..." He yawned again.

"That's normal," you said and snuggled to him. You put your hand to his chest and started to caress it. "How was it?"

"My word, it was incredible." He chuckled. "I ... mm ..." He closed his eyes and rolled his shoulder a bit. "I would like to do it again ... if you ..."

Even though you weren't seeing his face, you knew that he was blushing like a tomato again. It made you smile. You loved him so much.

"I would gladly do it with you again. And again. And again --"

Hiromasa giggled. "And again. And again." He sighed and yawned again. "Y/n, you know ... I think I'll stay the night here with you. That okay?"

"Yeah. I'm tired, too ..." You close your eyes, lulled by the sound of Hiromasa's breathing and the warmth of his body. "Just tomorrow, be careful getting out. We don't want people to talk."

"I don't care. Let them talk. Boring people," Hiromasa's words slurred a bit into each other as he spoke, and almost in an instant, his body got heavier as he drifted off to sleep.

You smiled more. "Good night, Hiro." You softly wrapped one of your arms around his waist and pulled yourself even closer to him. You couldn't have asked for a better night, and you hoped that this would be just the first of a lifetime of similar moments with him.

[kabootarandishaan]

Moonlight

Oneshot/Series: Probably a one-shot

Pairing: Seimei x female oc

A/N: I just finished this shit on Netflix and this fox-child man is already all up in my dome. Also, this bouta be my first dabble at NSFW-esque content so be nice! Also, this was going to be a reader-insert but I couldn't stop playing this scenario so I made it using a specific name. However, feel free to just insert yourself. This started out as being a headcannon but welp! Also links are embedded for descriptions of some of the things mentioned.

Warnings: Heavy kissing and mentions of male genitalia, inexperienced (both you and Seimei). Minors DNI!

Like him you were alone, alienated due to your unique background. Although you were fully human, seeing as you belonged to a land far from this one the children had teased and tormented you. Your deeper skin, cultural garb, and accent made you easy to target. But like him, you also had a talent for divination. Where you were from it was referred to as the art of veda and focused on healing.

Despite your talent, your differences proved to make you undesirable to any teacher. You were forced to learn and teach yourself from the few scripts you had from your land. You had honed in your healing abilities, you knew even the best onmyoji was primitive to you in that area of skill. However, when it came to curses you knew you had much to learn.

That’s when you sought him out. You learned of his whereabouts from the Imperial Court. It seemed his infamous reputation has still plagued him despite his accomplishments. You remember meeting him once before you were cast out. You had stood up to some boys who had been tormenting him. You doubt he remembered you though, he stayed to himself even after the incident.

This is why when he greeted you using your name you could not help but widen your eyes in surprise. “It has been quite long since our last encounter, Sarikha-san. I must say, I am surprised you managed to find me. To what do I owe this visit?”

You explained to him your predicament in learning and understanding the world of curses. You requested his mentorship, practically begging. You offered to cook, clean, garden, anything in exchange for guidance in strengthening your craft. He eyed you with an amused look until you were completely finished.

To your surprise, he accepted and you found yourself looking forward to your lessons every day. It was not long till you got to take part in action. There was never a dull moment the minute Seimei became acquainted with Minamoto Hiromasa. Soon you also learned to enjoy the company of Tsuyuko, her youth and passion was endearing to you.

You knew Seimei would probably never admit it but you could see how at ease he felt in the presence of these people. You knew better than anyone that for people like you and him, loneliness was more out of helplessness than intention. You could not help but be drawn to him. It was not soon until you suspected he may have felt the same towards you. 

You remained steadfast on your promise, you would cook, and clean, and Tsuyuko would often help you with gardening. You noticed as time went on how his gaze would linger on your form. You would notice the slight furrow in his brows whenever Hiromasa or Tsuyuko would tease you about having no lovers despite your beauty and personable nature. 

The slight flush of his cheeks when he’d catch the smallest glimpse of your waist because your kurti had ridden up. You noticed but you said not a word. You could not help but feel similar sensations when you’d seen his uniquely colored hair for the brief moments he would take off his kanmuri. 

Tonight you stood near his lake, admiring the beautiful illumination the moon had cast on your landscaping work surrounding it. You enjoyed the serenity of the moment, you pulled away the chunni that you regularly draped over your head and untied your dark hair. The long waves cascade down to the base of your back.

A soft gasp behind you startled you. You turned to find Seimei looking at you, his eyes wide and mouth slightly agape. You quickly grabbed your chunni trying to place it over your head for modesty. He reached out his hand in front of him as if signaling you to stop and speak. “I apologize for startling you, but please do not feel the need to cover your hair. I will leave you if you wish to have privacy.”

Your hand pauses as you furrow your brows, attempting to read him. The soft light of the moon allowed you to see the blush that had contrasted against his pale skin. You slowly dropped the chunni to the side and walked closer to him. You saw his breathing hitch, and it caused a small smile to reach your lips.

”Did you need me for something?” You asked him curiously the smile still plastered on your face. You saw him swallow nervously before composing himself and adorning his usual smug expression. He nodded and spoke, “I have something I would like to ask of you.” Despite his look, you could hear the nervousness in his voice.

You nodded and signaled for him to continue. He took a sharp inhale before continuing, “I cannot lie to you and say I have not become enamored by your presence. I am sure you also have not failed to notice?” He asked eyeing you intently as he waited for your response. You felt a blush rise to your own cheeks at his directness.

You cleared your throat before answering. “I suppose I have been quite obvious in my fancy for you.” You chuckle nervously as you look down at your hands. “I must say though, your confession does fill me with relief. I was beginning to think your lingering glances could have been of contempt.” You say slowly meeting his eyes.

He lets out a small huff as if annoyed by your words. “Please do not ever think I could hold any contempt for you. You were the only person in my defense when we were children I always admired your courage and perseverance. I cannot imagine how hard it was for you to defend me when you were also being endlessly tormented

You were surprised by his words. Not only did he remember your first interaction but he remembered you, with such fondness as well. You whispered your next words. “I did what I thought was right. No child deserves to be treated that way.” You felt a small blush arise on your cheeks at hearing his kind words.

”You have always had a kind heart. I can say with pride I have not met someone as gentle and gracious yet so powerful.” He smiles at you softly. You cannot help but feel your heart quicken at his expression. You bite your lips and look down at your hands which wring together with slight nervousness at the situation. You fail to notice a strand of hair fall forward as you bring your eyes back up.

As if to test the boundaries of their newly established interest Seimei hesitantly reaches his hand forward he points towards the loose strand before speaking. “May I?” He eyes you with a visible anxiousness. You cannot help but smile at his hesitance. You nod slowly and hold your breath as he gently pulls the strand behind your ear. His hand grazes your cheek as he pulls back.

You cannot stop yourself from letting out a soft gasp at the foreign touch. He freezes and his eyes go wide at hearing your sound. You slowly move closer so much so that you can now see the hard thump of his heartbeat against his jugular. You stare between his lips and his eyes. He does the same the unspoken desire strongly settling between you two.

Your face is burning, the proximity, his touch, all of this intimacy is new to you and you are sure it is the same for him. However, you do not want to pull back, you cannot. You want to go further. You need to do something to dissipate this almost uncomfortable tension within your body. You feel his hand settle onto your cheek. His thumb grazes your bottom lip.

You sigh and close your eyes enjoying the new touch. You open your eyes slowly, raise your hand and place it on his chest. You can feel how harshly his heart is beating against the fabric of his sokutai. You feel him tense, briefly, before slowly feeling him relax. You look up at him seeing his mouth slightly agape, his eyes seemingly darker.

You place your free hand against his cheek and stare at his lips. “May I?” You ask in a soft whisper. You see the flush on his cheeks deepen before you see him nod. You lean in and feel the tension that had so tediously built itself up, dissipate. You feel Seimei’s other hand tentatively place itself at your waste. You push your lips against him slightly deeper as a way to signal your approval of his action. He quickly registers the action and grips your waste before matching your passion. 

You both push against one another in a dance of passion. You feel his teeth graze against your lower lip and gasp at the new sensation. He smirks and takes the opportunity to explore your mouth with his tongue. You let out a muddled yelp at the intrusion the lewdness of the act making your body burn with unfamiliar sensations. 

He takes his time slowly running his tongue over yours. He groans at the sensation, the softness. You slowly feel a familiar tension begin to build within your body. Only this time the discomfort begins to lower. You furrow your brows at the unfamiliar sensation but notice that each time Seimei squeezes your waste, or his tongue prods at your own, the sensation heightens. 

You press your thighs together finding it gives slight relief. As the feeling increases you cannot help but release a moan at the new sensations bombarding your senses. Seimei pulls back begrudgingly but helplessly as you both gasp for air. He looks over your face in admiration. Your lips are red and swollen, a string of saliva connecting yours to his. Your face is flushed and your eyes are dark. You are a sight for sore eyes.

However, your look also ignites a soreness elsewhere for him. He closes his eyes and leans his forehead against yours as he pants. He groans slightly as he can feel his cock straining against his bottom garb. He looks at you with a ferocity that causes that pleasant feeling to shoot right down to your nethers, you to whimper slightly.

You are both startled when you hear the booming voice of Hiromasa from within the courtyard. You aggressively push him away, causing yourself to stumble back. He reaches out and catches your arm, saving you from falling into the lake. You both turn when you see Hiromasa freeze at the sight before him.

You hear Seimei clear his throat and take a moment to stabilize yourself and stand upright on your own. You place your chunni on your head and greet Hiromasa with a small bow. You look down hoping the dim light of the night will hide the flustered state of you and Seimei. Hiromasa eyes the both of you curiously but Seimei speaks taking his attention elsewhere.

”As much as I adore your presence, what do I owe this evening visit?” His smug demeanor returned so easily. It seems Hiromasa’s attention was easily diverted as his eyes lit up at the question. “Well, I had told you I would return bearing better gifts, and because I am a man of my word I did just that.” He reveals the sake he had brought from his sleeve.

Seimei rolls his eyes but you can see the small smile adorned on his face. “I suppose I will indulge you. Make your way to the deck and I shall join you shortly I will drop Sarikha-san to her chambers first. 

Hiromasa narrows his eyes, glancing between the two of you suspiciously, but quickly seems to be subdued by Mitsuyo and Mitsumushi guiding him away. You chuckle as the two hurriedly drag him away. Your attention is caught at the sound of Seimei softly clearing his throat. He motions for you to begin walking and you smile as he follows at your side.

Seeing as Seimei’s residence was so expansive and you had nowhere to go you were able to receive a room. He waved off the very notion of rent when he saw your diligence in learning and your completion of various chores. The two of you walked in silence, the heat that had so uncomfortably plagued you earlier had not yet subsided but you did not know what to do.

It seemed Seimei’s predicament was similar as he still felt the harsh strain of his cock against his garments. The brush of the cloth against it as he walked caused him to clench his jaw, the friction stimulating him. You looked at him in slight concern, unaware that his plight was caused for the same reason as yours.

Are you alright?” You asked innocently your brows furrowed. He tries to relax his jaw and gives you a smile. “Never have I felt such bliss than this instance.” You blush at his words and continue walking until he reaches your chamber door. He slides the door and stands to the side allowing you to enter.

You hesitantly make your way inside. You turn to face him and look up at him. “This night was very memorable for me.” You say softly. He chuckles and meets your gaze. “As it was for me, if I may admit I always imagined that you were the one to steal my first kiss.” Your breath hitches at his words and your cheeks burn once more.

”Well that makes two of us.” You admit as you bite your lips. “I wish you a good night. Do not drink recklessly.” You advise him. He chuckles but nods heading your advice. “Goodnight Sarikha-san.” Before he turns to leave you place a hand on his arm and before he has the chance to speak you place a chaste kiss on his cheek. You abruptly slide the door shut leaving Seimei standing there mouth agape.

You lean your back against the door and cover your hands with your face. You cannot hold back the girlish smile that adorns itself on your face. You lay down on your cot and put out the lamp lighting your room. You cannot help but repeat the events of tonight, as you recall the feeling of his lips, his tongue, his touch, and the foreign sensations from between your legs returns. 

Seimei stands before your chamber door briefly frozen. His cock twitches against the fabric of his garments as he recalls the feeling of your lips on his cheek. It is not until Mitsuyo and Mitsumushi appear in his peripheral that he recalls his rendezvous with Hiromasa. He groans knowing that his arousal will cause trouble for him the rest of the night.

He begrudgingly returns to his deck and rolls his eyes at seeing Hiromasa already having started indulging in the sake. “There you are!” He exclaims tipsily. Seimei sits and begins his own drink before letting out a sigh. “If you cannot hold your sake-” He turns to find Hiromasa’s head lolled off to the side as he lets out small snores.

Seimei cannot help but chuckle at his state. He directs the two girls to aid Hiromasa home. He slowly begins to make his way to his own chambers feeling tired from the alcohol. He scowls slightly. “If he was just going to fall asleep after one round he could have come in the morning instead of interrupting my time with Sarikha-san.” 

He sighed as he felt a similar twitch from before strain against his bottoms. He quickly made his way to his own chamber ridding himself of his clothes and falling flatly onto his bed. He tossed and turned as thoughts of Sarikha continued to consume his mind and body the feeling of her lips, her tongue, her waist. He groaned as the arousal grew within him. This was going to be a long night, he thought.

[hiromasamybeloved]

Hiromasa x demon!SO

lengthy headcanons with loose plot | f!Reader | combined movie and anime Hiromasa

+ At least in the movies, he has the tendency to fall for women who are either demons or destined to die

+ And with how in the anime his best friend/big brother figure became a demon without him having the slightest clue, I would say that anime Hiromasais under the same curse

Now to his growing fascination with you (taking place before Atsumi's exile) ...

+ Being the hopeless romantic that he is, Hiromasa has probably been watching you for a long time

+ He could spend hours watching you from afar on the engawa, not once suspecting that you could be a demon

+ He wouldn't admit it, but he kind of stalked your routine. He knew just when you tended to take a stroll by yourself on the grounds in the evening. Not knowing your true name, he even assigned a name to you -- Lady of the Midnight Wallk

+ Usually, he would come to just watch you. But one time, he summoned up the courage to bring a waka that he wrote with him

+ It was ... a horrible waka. He knew himself that it was terrible. The moment he prepared to walk over to you he was mentally kicking himself for not asking for someone to read his poem and edit it for him

+ But who could he ask? Seimei? Seimei would snicker at him and deliberately advise him in ways that would make the waka even cheesier. Atsumi? Atsumi would be too kind and would refuse to tell him that anything was wrong. And worse -- he would slip in some questions to try to find out who the waka was for

+ And one of the nobles like Kaneie? Absolutely not! Hiromasa had developed a tough enough skin for himself, but he wasn't ready to face the humiliation the fellow court nobles would put him through if they were to read his poem

+ Besides, after the strange occurences in the capital later, Kaneie, who was the most approachable court noble for Hiromasa, would probably think there was a curse connected to it

+ He had no choice but to just approach you and give you his terrible waka. As he started to walk towards you, his hands began to sweat and his heart raced. He was so nervous, and the fact that he was trying so hard not to appear nervous made it even worse

+ When he stopped you on your walk, you were surprised and almost seemed spooked. You tended to go off to a secluded area at night to let the demon in yourself come out. You didn't want this nobleman to witness something being "off" about you

+ On top of that, you were beginning to cause some trouble around the capital as your demon self. Immediately noticing that the nobleman who approached you was Hiromasa, and knowing that he had been assisting Seimei on cases, you became nervous and wanted to get away from him as soon as possible without appearing suspicious

+ Hiromasa was pretty clueless to your clearly being awkward around him. He was too wrapped up in his own nervousness and awe for you that he wasn't able to take in the signals

+ Instead, he outstretched both of his hands and handed you the waka, which was now crumpled a bit at the sides of the paper and somewhat moist from his sweaty hands

+ He gulped and blushed as you took the paper with a short "thank you". As you read it silently to yourself, his heart raced even faster

+ You wanted to cut your interaction with him as short as possible, so you smiled at him and told him that it was nice and that you'd have to get going now

+ But unfortunately for you, Hiromasa grinned and blurted out "May I join you?"

+ Well, it was becoming quite a difficult task to get rid of him. You started by telling him that you really needed to be by yourself to clear your head. But because there were rumours of another demon running amok, that wouldn't fly, and Hiromasa insisted to stay with you as protection in case there was an attack

+ Not like he could ... do much without Seimei. Granted, his sword skills were not very impressive and he carried arrows around with him more often than he ever shot them

+ It took a while, but eventually you convinced him that you would be fine by yourself and that you would only be taking your usual route. After you denied Hiromasa's insisting a couple more times, he finally backed off and left you to yourself

+ To say that Hiromasa left you looking dejected was an understatement. You had to admit, you felt a bit sorry for him after. You secretly did think he was rather cute. But, other circumstances in your life and your brewing trauma had tainted your soul enough to turn you into a demon, and you had chosen that path. It was best for Hiromasa to keep his distance from you, even better that he was hurt by you, in hopes that he -- and through him, Seimei -- would remain a distance from you

+ In fact, the interaction with Hiromasa made you even more vicious as a demon, and without your consciousness fully realising it, you had begun to cause more casualties in the city when you surrendered to your demon side

+ It was only a matter of time before the Emperor would have Seimei get on the case of the mysterious demon that was you

+ Days passed before you found your demon self cornered by Seimei, who was accompanied by Hiromasa

+ Despite the strength you had mustered through devouring humans and other animals, you were unable to win against Seimei. But as you were about to be exorcised, the waka Hiromasa had given you fell from the inside of your kimono sleeve and wilted through the air, almost as if carried by a breeze, over to his feet while he was playing the flute

+ Hiromasa stopped playing immediately and Seimei's magic weakened enough for you to break free of the spell that was to exorcise you

+ Despite Seimei's anger, Hiromasa stood between him and you, trying to protect you from Seimei. He refused to let you be exorcised

+ Frankly, it wasn't a very prudent decision on his part. He hardly knew you and he hadn't even learnt your name. But he liked you and he wasn't going to let you be killed so easily

+ Eventually, Seimei gave up arguing with Hiromasa. He said that if Hiromasa wasn't able to get you under control that he would have to kill you both

+ Hiromasa, naive as he was, agreed to that. But although it seemed at first that he had just made a grave decision, after spending isolated time with you, he was able to help you regain your humanity

+ It was a huge risk on his part. You didn't know why you never attacked him or tried to eat him while you were a demon, but somehow you were never able to muster any urge to do so. You liked Hiromasa and you didn't want to hurt him, and the kindness that he showed you was able to touch deep into your soul

+ Hiromasa never viewed you as anything less because you had turned into a demon. He still liked you just as much as he did before, and now that you got to know each other more, it was clear that his instincts were correct and that he had made the right decision

[kokusfluffyhair]

In case any of my followers here like Onmyoji, this is my other blog that I've made to spam with Hiromasa content

Hiromasa x demon!SO

lengthy headcanons with loose plot | f!Reader | combined movie and anime Hiromasa

+ At least in the movies, he has the tendency to fall for women who are either demons or destined to die

+ And with how in the anime his best friend/big brother figure became a demon without him having the slightest clue, I would say that anime Hiromasais under the same curse

Now to his growing fascination with you (taking place before Atsumi's exile) ...

+ Being the hopeless romantic that he is, Hiromasa has probably been watching you for a long time

+ He could spend hours watching you from afar on the engawa, not once suspecting that you could be a demon

+ He wouldn't admit it, but he kind of stalked your routine. He knew just when you tended to take a stroll by yourself on the grounds in the evening. Not knowing your true name, he even assigned a name to you -- Lady of the Midnight Wallk

+ Usually, he would come to just watch you. But one time, he summoned up the courage to bring a waka that he wrote with him

+ It was ... a horrible waka. He knew himself that it was terrible. The moment he prepared to walk over to you he was mentally kicking himself for not asking for someone to read his poem and edit it for him

+ But who could he ask? Seimei? Seimei would snicker at him and deliberately advise him in ways that would make the waka even cheesier. Atsumi? Atsumi would be too kind and would refuse to tell him that anything was wrong. And worse -- he would slip in some questions to try to find out who the waka was for

+ And one of the nobles like Kaneie? Absolutely not! Hiromasa had developed a tough enough skin for himself, but he wasn't ready to face the humiliation the fellow court nobles would put him through if they were to read his poem

+ Besides, after the strange occurences in the capital later, Kaneie, who was the most approachable court noble for Hiromasa, would probably think there was a curse connected to it

+ He had no choice but to just approach you and give you his terrible waka. As he started to walk towards you, his hands began to sweat and his heart raced. He was so nervous, and the fact that he was trying so hard not to appear nervous made it even worse

+ When he stopped you on your walk, you were surprised and almost seemed spooked. You tended to go off to a secluded area at night to let the demon in yourself come out. You didn't want this nobleman to witness something being "off" about you

+ On top of that, you were beginning to cause some trouble around the capital as your demon self. Immediately noticing that the nobleman who approached you was Hiromasa, and knowing that he had been assisting Seimei on cases, you became nervous and wanted to get away from him as soon as possible without appearing suspicious

+ Hiromasa was pretty clueless to your clearly being awkward around him. He was too wrapped up in his own nervousness and awe for you that he wasn't able to take in the signals

+ Instead, he outstretched both of his hands and handed you the waka, which was now crumpled a bit at the sides of the paper and somewhat moist from his sweaty hands

+ He gulped and blushed as you took the paper with a short "thank you". As you read it silently to yourself, his heart raced even faster

+ You wanted to cut your interaction with him as short as possible, so you smiled at him and told him that it was nice and that you'd have to get going now

+ But unfortunately for you, Hiromasa grinned and blurted out "May I join you?"

+ Well, it was becoming quite a difficult task to get rid of him. You started by telling him that you really needed to be by yourself to clear your head. But because there were rumours of another demon running amok, that wouldn't fly, and Hiromasa insisted to stay with you as protection in case there was an attack

+ Not like he could ... do much without Seimei. Granted, his sword skills were not very impressive and he carried arrows around with him more often than he ever shot them

+ It took a while, but eventually you convinced him that you would be fine by yourself and that you would only be taking your usual route. After you denied Hiromasa's insisting a couple more times, he finally backed off and left you to yourself

+ To say that Hiromasa left you looking dejected was an understatement. You had to admit, you felt a bit sorry for him after. You secretly did think he was rather cute. But, other circumstances in your life and your brewing trauma had tainted your soul enough to turn you into a demon, and you had chosen that path. It was best for Hiromasa to keep his distance from you, even better that he was hurt by you, in hopes that he -- and through him, Seimei -- would remain a distance from you

+ In fact, the interaction with Hiromasa made you even more vicious as a demon, and without your consciousness fully realising it, you had begun to cause more casualties in the city when you surrendered to your demon side

+ It was only a matter of time before the Emperor would have Seimei get on the case of the mysterious demon that was you

+ Days passed before you found your demon self cornered by Seimei, who was accompanied by Hiromasa

+ Despite the strength you had mustered through devouring humans and other animals, you were unable to win against Seimei. But as you were about to be exorcised, the waka Hiromasa had given you fell from the inside of your kimono sleeve and wilted through the air, almost as if carried by a breeze, over to his feet while he was playing the flute

+ Hiromasa stopped playing immediately and Seimei's magic weakened enough for you to break free of the spell that was to exorcise you

+ Despite Seimei's anger, Hiromasa stood between him and you, trying to protect you from Seimei. He refused to let you be exorcised

+ Frankly, it wasn't a very prudent decision on his part. He hardly knew you and he hadn't even learnt your name. But he liked you and he wasn't going to let you be killed so easily

+ Eventually, Seimei gave up arguing with Hiromasa. He said that if Hiromasa wasn't able to get you under control that he would have to kill you both

+ Hiromasa, naive as he was, agreed to that. But although it seemed at first that he had just made a grave decision, after spending isolated time with you, he was able to help you regain your humanity

+ It was a huge risk on his part. You didn't know why you never attacked him or tried to eat him while you were a demon, but somehow you were never able to muster any urge to do so. You liked Hiromasa and you didn't want to hurt him, and the kindness that he showed you was able to touch deep into your soul

+ Hiromasa never viewed you as anything less because you had turned into a demon. He still liked you just as much as he did before, and now that you got to know each other more, it was clear that his instincts were correct and that he had made the right decision