good to see fellow onmyoji writers uwu, we are too scarce. How about Orochi smooching his s/o headcanons?? ;3 its alright to ignore this if its too much or anything.
This idea is more than fine; don't worry! And hiii! I'm happy to see another Onmyoji fan!
• mundane, repetitive - you weren't any of those things, the prime reason why Orochi was so drawn towards you. A person so different from other humans, like a lone cherry blossom in the forest of monotonous dead trees - precisely how you met, a lone survivor, alone and scared yet with eyes glimmering with delight at the sign of his snake. "Snakes are the symbol of healing and rebirth." You explained it once upon a time; Orochi could never have enough of your unusual ways.
• To his utmost delight, your bizarreness didn't end at your views - your every reaction to his actions was different, and Orochi wanted to see them all.
• The fleeting kisses he plants on the back of your neck were his favourite. Always done suddenly and silently, you don't hear his footsteps nor his breathing, not even the warmth of his breath manages to tingle your skin before you feel his lips on your skin. How they curl into a smirk when you shiver, and a gasp leaves your lips. The way you spin around was always mesmerizing for the god, from the way your hair moves to every tense muscle in your body, relaxing only when your eyes meet his. Orochi doesn't try to hide his smile, not when it only makes you more flustered and more frantic in your scolding. Truly adorable.
• The other he liked dearly were kisses on your face. On your cheek, on your nose, on the edge of your jaw or the corner of your lips - everywhere but where you wanted them the most. You called him sadistic, but Orochi took it as praise. Every word falling out of your lips was like praise at such moments; each sweeter than the other, each more and more resembling a whine. How long this game was prolonged depended on his mood. If he had a good day, it would end quickly, eager to indulge you in this smallest sin. If he was in a bad one, his patience was never-ending. As if wanting to live up to the title you gave him, Orochi would kiss and kiss till you were just a putty in his hands; a little mortal for him to play with.
• Surprisingly, Orochi found the kisses on the forehead the most intimate. The act most innocent, from an evil god to an unaware human… the blasphemy was the most exciting. He liked to do them as a greeting when he appears in your little house away from the chaos of the world. Your innocence, your smile as his corrupting lips touch your skin was the most addicting.
• The one that surprised him the most was a fleeting kiss on your lips. He was simply bored the first day he did that, your precious attention was wasted on one of the snakes that always followed him. You preferred to sit in the sun on the veranda, your toes grazing the grass as the snake enjoyed the warmth with you. Nothing more than a whim, Orochi didn't expect anything more than you getting flustered or at least moving your attention towards him. The kiss was quick and delicate, and the second your lips were apart, you gave him a peck back. An action you barely put any thought into, not even sparing him a glance, still preferring the sun and the snake. Ignored yet given affection, the god was standing above you, dumbfounded. You truly were a fascinating little thing.
