|𝐅𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬|
↳ Various Demon Slayer x F!Reader
𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡, a girl's family was brutally slaughtered by the demon king, so she decided to protect the people she cares about and take revenge for them. However, along the way, she catches t...
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↳ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟓: 𝐑𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧
Tanjiro truly felt like he was in heaven. It had only been a few days since he had woken up, but ever since then he had been haunted by the feeling that heaven had come down to earth specifically for him and taken him into its care.
He had his own personal heaven. Laying his head on [Y/N]'s lap while she played with his hair and occasionally caressed his face was like nothing else but heaven itself. He felt special, someone who had been given this kind of treatment. The kind of treatment he had longed for for so long and now it seemed he had finally received.
It was heavenly. That was the word he could use to describe what he felt.
The gentle fingers that ran through his hair, the feeling of warm and pleasant skin as she caressed the skin of his face, was almost all-consuming. He could have stayed there forever. He would never get tired of it. This was his refuge. She was the one whose touch made him feel like he had found a home, where he knew he would always be happy. His heart was beating wildly at every moment and the urge to finally say those long-desired words was overwhelming.
He had said them once before, but not in the way he had originally planned. The words had left his mouth then, but there were no listening ears. Saying them again, this time knowing he might get a response, was slightly frightening. But the only thing greater than the fear was the desire to say them.
Tanjiro's eyes were closed. The sounds of satisfaction, his hums echoed in the room. It was simply perfect.
"I love your touch..." he muttered in satisfaction and tried to lean even closer into the touch of her fingers. His head was in her lap, her fingers tangled deep in his hair, yet he didn't feel close enough. He could never feel close enough, so he always desperately wanted more.
"This is comforting." he added with a smile.
[Y/N] just smiled at his words. No words were needed from her. Her touch spoke louder than any words. And Tanjiro loved that. He loved that sometimes they didn't need words, they understood each other with just a look or a touch and conveyed a message to each other that perhaps words could never convey.
His hand reached up, though still weak, and took her other hand. Maybe it was just the happy feeling that consumed him, maybe his brain couldn't think properly and clearly at the time, but he pulled her hand to his mouth and pressed a gentle kiss to her palm. His lips lingered there, only pulling away after a few seconds, but he continued to hold it close.
He needed to feel her. He needed to feel her skin against his. His thumb caressed her skin eagerly, and the familiar warmth easily permeated his own.
There was such a contrast between the feel of their skin. His was rough, with many scratches, sometimes calluses. Hers was soft, smooth, seemingly unharmed. They were opposites of each other, yet he felt that there could be no more perfect match. As if their hands were made to hold each other, as if they were meant to complement each other.
