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opultea · 1 year

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Helloooo your request are open right? Im sorry if its not. I just read your cuddling headcanons with GN who loves listening to heartbeat and my inner affection deprived self just— FSOAJALAKA *squeals*

Sooo im wondering if I can request headcanons about GN reader who's love language is physical affection and veryyy clingy and just crave physical affection 😨 Like they would literally die of loneliness because nobody hugs them at night (so me fr).

Maybe with Kaeya, kaveh, alhaitham, scaramouchie, tighnari, childe and diluc? ( If its too much then kaeya, scara and childe is enough.) Obvi fluff but i dont mind hurt/comf either :)

Sorry if this is too long, thank you!!

I'm happy to continue feeding you guys affection content, hope you enjoy!

Joint At The Hip

Genshin Men with a reader who's very physically affectionate ft. Kaeya, Alhaitham, Kaveh, Wanderer, Childe, Diluc - GN Reader (No Pronouns) - Fluff - SFW - Romantic

Kaeya

Ever since Lisa introduced you two, and you greeted him with a hug, he was amused by you

It wasn't too hard to believe that a friend of Lisa's was overly affectionate, but he still raised his eyebrow when you linked his arm in yours whenever you passed him in the street so you could say hello

Kaeya admits that he found it a little strange at first

Weren't you the least bit worried that if you were like this with everyone, someone would eventually take advantage of you?

Though even with these thoughts in the back of his mind, he mostly just allowed you to do as you pleased

He found it funny how you always seemed so happy attached to him like that

Although he never dared admit or show it, he had his reservations about someone so openly affectionate with him; a stranger

But it didn't take long for Kaeya to sink into your every hug and smile whenever you took his hand in yours

He quickly learnt that you had no bad intentions, so he soon moved past his nature to conceal and protect himself by wearing his mask

In fact, it wasn't long before Kaeya was being just as clingy as you, clutching your waist suddenly to sneak up on you, bringing his arm around your shoulders as you walked or sat together, and teasingly lifting your chin with his hand

And once the two of you finally started dating, oh boy

Mondstadt better watch out, the clingy couple just got even clingier

Alhaitham

Has compared you to a parasitic creature in his mind at least five times

He never thought it insultingly, more like a genuine analysis of what you might have been trying to get out of this behaviour

Were you trying to butter him up so you could access a confidential file in the archive? Were you trying to pull a prank on him? Did Kaveh set this up?

He once brought this thought up with you while you sat beside each other, reading, your head naturally on his shoulder. You were a little offended by his use of the term 'parasite', but ultimately found it kinda funny that he thought that way

You tried to shift his thinking by proposing that it's more like a symbiotic relationship than a parasitic one

"It's hardly symbiotic if I'm not getting anything out of this,"

"Yes, you are! Because you're touch starved,"

Alhaitham choked at the sudden declaration, bringing his fist to his mouth and turning his head subtly away

"I am not touch starved."

"Sure buddy,"

It took him leaving for two weeks on an expedition to the desert for him to realise how right you were

He was touch starved, and he missed you more than he would have liked to admit

Good thing you were too, because the moment Alhaitham returned to Sumeru City, you were all over him and he couldn't have been happier for it, although he didn’t show it in his facial expression

And when you hugged him with greater force than he expected, instead of standing still like he usually did, he hugged you right back, bringing you closer

You've officially converted him, he is now an honorary snuggle bug (only for you tho)

Kaveh

You're his saving grace

He feels like the luckiest man alive to be able to come home and just let you cuddle him back to life after a long day of signing off project papers and designing and redesigning houses

Any time Ahaitham is making life hard for him (all the time), Kaveh just huffs and walks away, with plans to go find you so that he can indulge in your warm and loving embrace for a while

The best part to him is that you never need to be prompted to touch him, you just do it on your own because you like it

This means you guys have the perfect synergised relationship, since you love giving Kaveh affection, and Kaveh loves receiving affection

Of course, this doesn't mean that Kaveh doesn't give you any affection, not at all

He returns all your tight hugs and soft kisses tenfold

So if you've ever had a bad day, Kaveh's always ready for a little role reversal

He'll sit you down on the couch and prepare his favourite rose and padisarah scented face masks, and press kiss after kiss to your head while they set

He'll never let his sweet clingy little angel get down in the dumps, so he'll always be reminding you that you're the light of his life, and that no matter what you think, he would never have gotten so far without your constant love encouraging and healing him

Wanderer

The two of you have been dating for ages, and yet he has still not gotten used to how cuddly you are

His abandonment issues aren't going away overnight, and so he still has a lot of trouble accepting that someone would want to love him, no matter how much he loves you

Even though this insecurity has mellowed from its previous manifestation as general misanthropy and hunger for power to call his own, he still struggles with accepting affection

This struggle manifests verbally most of the time, so prepare to be yelled at when you jump-hug him, even if his cheeks are going pink

He has his own way of admitting that he wants you to be close to him, usually in the form of an insult, but you've learnt to read between the lines

Whenever the two of you go out to the markets for groceries or to browse, you take his arm and press it to your chest, your own arms wrapped around while your head rested on his shoulder, he would call you out for being dumb enough to need to stick to him

"Of course you need to cling to me, you loser. Otherwise, you'll end up getting lost somehow if I let you stray even an inch away. So don't you dare let go."

He's actually pretty proud of how much you cling to him, anytime he sees another man looking at the way you hang off Wanderer's side when you're out, he smirks and holds his head a little higher

Honestly, kiss him when he does this it'll wash his smug facade right away and turn him red

Childe

Childe himself is a cuddly man, so he loves to have his energy reciprocated

Although, he has a tendency to turn affection into a competition

Let's say you just got home from work, and you approach your boyfriend with a big hug from behind, wrapping your arms around his middle and nuzzling your smile into his back

Well, he's going to see this as a challenge, and as always, challenge accepted.

Childe unlatches your arms from him and spins around quickly, before wrapping his own arms around you and picking you up, rapidly bolting to the couch to fling the two of you down. Before your surprise can wear off, he lays on his back and brings you on top of him, curling his whole body around yours

He then has the audacity to smirk at you as a "Beat that"

Although you're just happy to be snuggling with him at all

Overall he's just happy to be affectionate too

You're his favourite teddy bear, and whenever the two of you snuggle down to go to sleep he makes sure to pull you into his chest and rub his cheek against yours with a bright smile before he wishes you goodnight

Very indulgent of your affectionate habits because he has the same habits, it’ll be a cold day in hell before he lets you get away without his daily cuddle

Diluc

Your affectionate nature took him some getting used to, that’s for sure

In fact, for a while he was quite awkward around you, not really knowing how to deal with someone so touchy

And of course you did your best to respect his boundaries, even when all you wanted to do was throw yourself over his lap and hold his hands in yours, letting him know how much you cared about him in your own physical way

So when you became a couple, there was no stopping the build up of hugs that you had spent so long withholding

Diluc was a bit startled by the uptake in hand holding and arm linking in your relationship, but ultimately learnt that it was your way of expressing your love for him, and he appreciated that fully

He sometimes worries that he isn’t enough for you, considering his own lack of physical shows of affection, at least to the level that you provide

So he’s often surprised that you claim you want to stay with him, because for all he knew, you deserved better than someone that still didn’t quite know how to show you that they loved you to the moon and back

Once you become aware of this insecurity, you reassure him that physical affection is your way of showing love, but that he has his own ways as well. Ways that make you feel just as warm and appreciated

Diluc is glad to hear this, but will still actively work toward showing his love for you more often. It would be his greatest displeasure if you were unsatisfied in the relationship

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aurorawritestoescape · 6 months

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SURVEILLANCE

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader (in established relationships with m!oc/not named)

Summary: Javier's been surveilling your boyfriend and has to listen to everything you two are saying. And doing. So one day he does something really unprofessional.

Tw: 🔞mdni smut voyeurism, m!masturbation, Javi is a little obsessed with you, dirty talk, lots of horny daydreaming, piv, threesome, dp, breeding kink, swearing, lmk if I missed something

Word count: 1,8k

A/n: gif by @azertyrobaz Thank you @milla-frenchy for helping me find the perfect gif and your undying support🫂😘

Javier is sitting at his desk in the office, fiddling with the headset cord and staring at the photo of you peeking out of a folder. He sees just the top of your head and your eyes. Your gorgeous eyes looking up and to the side at someone next to you. They’re full of love, affection and something animalistic, instinct induced. He wishes you were looking at him like that.

The DEA has been surveilling you for almost a month. Well not you but your dickhead of a boyfriend. He was one of Escobar’s people, just a middle man, but they believed that they could gather some useful information by closely monitoring him and his associates. The DEA began direct surveillance - tailing him and you, taking pictures and documenting everything. They also bugged your boyfriend’s place and could hear everything that was said and done there.

Usually surveillance was a tiring and boring process, like searching for a gold nugget in a huge pile of dirt. But not this time. Not with you involved.

When they began the operation Javier tried to stay impartial to you as well as everything and everyone connected to the target. For some fucking reason he couldn’t do that. When he heard your voice, the way you talked and carried yourself something woke up inside him. Something that was dormant and pushed out of his life, again and again. He heard your voice and remembered himself younger, longing to touch and be touched, yearning for connection, as well as passion and lust. His desires were satiated by meaningless hookups, fleeting affairs suffocated by the amount of stressful work. Javier liked it this way, as he didn’t see himself settling down for a quiet family life.

And then he heard your voice. Soft and quiet, yet powerful in its seductive beauty.

They all took shifts to listen in on your boyfriend and you every morning, day and night. Javier couldn’t miss anything as every minor detail could lead to a breakthrough. The first time you two had sex he had to listen.

To Javi’s surprise you loved talking during sex. The dirtiest phrases were flying into his ears and straight to his cock. “Si, papi! Like that, grab my tits. Oh yes, fuck me harder.” He had to adjust himself several times and couldn’t wait to leave work to visit one of his prostitutes.

The second time he realized where it was going by the kissing noises so he took off the headset and waited for you to finish. He felt dirty and creepy listening and getting turned on.

Instead he took more direct surveillance shifts following you two and that’s where another trap was waiting for him. On top of your filthy little mouth and banging body you turned out to be nice. Lovely even. You would help your elderly neighbours, look after your little sister whenever your parents asked and glow with genuine happiness playing with her in the park. He saw you talking to the other kids there, giving your warmth generously to them and his lips would involuntarily curl up in a smile. For a second or longer Javier imagined you pregnant with his child, carrying his love inside you. Your belly round under that summer dress, breasts spilling out of the neckline, ripe and ready to feed his child. He saw the moment he’d put his seed into you - your legs on his shoulders, him folding you in half by his weight, thrusting his cock deep and hard. He’d pump you full of his hot cum and leave his cock inside you for a night so it would stick. He’d have a family with you. He’d have you.

Javier wasn’t delusional, he knew you weren’t his. And you seemed to really love your boyfriend. Yet the son of a bitch surely didn’t deserve the way you looked at him.

When Javi was the one to tail you two he easily could spot the desire on your pretty face, your cheeks flushed, eyes blown out, chest heaving. You seemed insatiable, always hungry for a touch, a kiss. You’d hold your boyfriend’s hand walking down the street, rest your head on his shoulder standing in a queue, grind against his body dancing in a bar. You were gorgeous.

The nights out were the worst. You always wore a skimpy dress showing off your soft curves, or a pair of tight jeans hugging your butt perfectly. The way you danced drove Javier insane - your hips swaying with the beat, hands snaking up and down your body, touching yourself in all the places Javi wanted to kiss and lick you. He imagined being there with you, pressing his broad chest to your back, holding your waist close to him and kissing your neck, you two moving rhythmically with the music. He’d take your chin in his hand to make you look at him and kiss you, squeezing your breast and pushing his hard-on in between your asscheeks. He’d take you home and rip the clothes off you like a wolf impatient to devour a bunny. He’d suck, bite and then kiss better every inch of your sweaty body until you begged him to fuck you. He’d smirk and place his hands on your inner thighs pushing them open and lowering his face to your pussy, “Papi’ll make you come a few times first, how about that?”

Javi rubs his face as the slapping sounds in his ears get louder. He leans back in his chair and lifts the hips to ease the pressure on his aching cock. He already feels the dampness on his skin. He must have been leaking precum for some time now. You’ve been making out probably on your bed, your soft whimpers slowly hardening his cock. Javier drops his head back with a deep sigh and closes his eyes. You’re full on moaning in his headphones now and he adjusts them to hear you better. His mind tells him that he needs to stop, get out of here, have a smoke. But then the image of you appears behind his eyelids, so clear and vivid that his breathing hitches for a moment. His imagination feeds on the way you sing right into his ears and Javier sees you caged in by his own body, squirming and pleading, “Fuck me, Javi. Te necesito.”

The sounds you’re making being used by another man’s cock shoot straight to his member. He’s throbbing for you, he can already feel the pulsations against his skin.

Javier can’t take it anymore. The desire seems so powerful it burns like fire behind his eyelids. He opens his eyes and looks down at his huge bulge. His hand slides down to his crotch and he palms himself through the jeans.

“Your cock’s so big, papi! My little pussy can barely take it.”

Filthy girl! A moan escapes his lips joining the one you’re making in his headphones.

He quickly bites his lip to shut himself up. Fortunately everyone’s left for the day, but he’s still at work. Javier undoes the zipper and his cock springs out of its confines and bobs dripping on Javi’s shirt. He curses seeing a few wet spots staining the fabric. He hastily takes a hold of his weeping member keeping it head up and spreads the liquid left over the tip with his thumb.

“Rub my clit, papi, yes, like this, wanna come on your big dick,” you whine with need in your voice and Javier groans as another drop of precum beads and then slides down on his hand. His arousal mixes with anger. Why is it affecting him that much? He’s not a fucking teenager getting a boner every time he sees a pretty girl. Why did his dick take over his mind and senses? “Pendejo!” Javier lets go of his cock and gives it a slap on its side with an open palm. His stiff cock is swaying from side to side and Javi snarls watching it grow even bigger. The pain adds to the pleasure and the need becomes unbearable. He gives in.

Javier spits into his hand and starts off slow, jerking his length with short strokes feeling its hot soft skin under his calloused hand.

“Can I suck on your thumb, papi, while you’re fucking me? I miss your cock in my mouth.”

You cry out the fucker’s name after a hard thrust and then your sounds are muffled apparently by the finger in your mouth. First Javi drives away the thoughts of the other man. He shuts his eyes seeing you again in his mind but with his cock buried deep inside your glistening pussy, his balls hitting your ass as your breasts are bouncing after every slam of his hips. Javi’s mind is on fire and his hand starts moving faster. Up and down, up and down. He twists his wrist from time to time and he hears that you’re close too. He wants to jump into the abyss together with you, and listens carefully, concentrates on your breathing, trying not to miss that sweet sound, a tell of your climax hitting you. He’s heard it many times by now and imagined it even more, alone in his bed, in the shower, even with another woman. That sound pushes him over every time, makes his cock erupt on his hand or in another pussy. He's pumping his cock vigourously, roughly without pity. He hears the other man’s groans as the fucker must be close as well. At the back of his mind Javi registers how hot this forbidden threesome is. He can’t help but see the three of you in a bed together. Your body splayed over your boyfriend’s, front up and Javi’s between your gorgeous legs. Two cocks sliding into your little pussy at the same time making you whine and grip the sheets. He’d bend over to take your nipple into his mouth and after finding a steady rhythm, they’d fuck you together until you are spasming around the two cocks.

“Si, si, like that, papi,” you squeal and Javi feels his balls tighten. You make THAT sound and when you hold your breath he knows you’re coming, your muscles tight, eyes shut, hands gripping your knees to keep your legs open so he could see your pussy contracting around his cock, clit twitching, your juices soaking his dick. All he hears now is squelching noises of your pussy being stuffed full of another man’s cum and Javi snarls and comes hard, shooting his hot seed all over his jeans, hand and the cord. Globs of cum spill from his cock and slide down his length. He doesn’t care about the mess and milks it to the last drop. Javi’s panting hard, you two echoing him in the headphones. He lets go of his softening cock and stares at your folder on his desk. His mind is finally clear. He must have you.

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Pendejo-dumbass

Papi- daddy

Te necesito- I need you

Thank you for reading!

Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated!💖

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trainsinanime · 6 months

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Your favorite fanfic writer doesn't know (but would like to)

Let's talk about comments on fanfics. This is not meant as a guide or call to action, just a bit of observations. Personally, I always saw it as impolite to ask for reviews or kudos or comments or likes or reblogs or whatever. That's not a rational point of view, it just reflects how I am. And people actually telling others that they have to leave any of this feedback? I've blocked folks over that. In my mind that's not okay. I'm not announcing a change of that, this is not a policy, just some deep-seated mental issues, but I want to write down some more things that have been going through my mind, from the perspective of someone who occasionally writes fanfics. My previous suggestion in this regard was mostly to write some fanfic yourself and see what happens and what you'd like to happen, because it's genuinely fun and I think you probably have more to say than you realise.

But there's also another point here, and that is that your favourite fanfic writer has no idea that they are. If you're anything like me, then it will seem like the great writers in your fandom are obvious. Also, the last time you bought Blåhajs, it ended with you having to flee a smoke-filled subway tunnel. The great stories and great writers in your universe are facts of nature. You read a story and you think, "this is the greatest thing I've ever seen." A story rewires your brain chemistry forever. You keep coming back and reading that one fic whenever the mood hits you. It feels obvious that this story is great. How could it not be?

It feels trite to say that the author of that fic doesn't know that unless you tell them, but it's hard to really understand the feeling unless you've been there yourself. You write a story, but is it any good? Maybe you get a lot of kudos, or maybe very little, but what does either of that mean? Kudos can mean literally anything from "loved this" to "didn't close the tab in disgust". Maybe you just got unlucky. Maybe you just got lucky. What do these numbers mean? What is a good number of kudos? 1? 10? 100? 1000? Should I calculate ratios? How do I know whether people like this?

In light of this, a comment where someone just said, "I loved this", has an almost incalculable worth. A comment where someone says they read this over and over again, or quotes lines they loved, or something? You can't imagine how valuable that is. A while ago someone told me "a couple of us are talking about this on Discord, we love it and we keep repeating our favorite lines". I thanked them, but I was too polite to say, "really? What are they saying? Which are your favorite lines? How many people are there who love it? What are their names? Which lines are the favorite ones, please, tell me!". Part of me still regrets that, because I so desperately want to know! I don't think it was a public Discord and I never heard from the others on it, but just the idea that they're out there and they like my story was so powerful. (By the way, it's not on any account that's linked from here, please don't try to find that comment.)

Now, I firmly believe that you, as a reader, don't have to care about any of that. I know there are people who disagree with me on this point, very strongly in fact, but I don't think it's necessarily your job to care. It's great if you do, and I think a lot of you do in fact care, that's why I'm writing this. But if you haven't thought about that or don't feel comfortable leaving comments or whatever, that's fine, that's normal, and you are in fact part of the majority. Any well-adjusted fic author has found ways to deal with this. They have learned to love writing for its own sake, or they love re-reading their own fics, or they have a couple of trusted friends who like their work, or ideally all three. Personally I was scared of Discord for the longest time, but it really helps with that. One person who you sort of know going "hey that's neat" can outweigh just about anything else. (Still, there will be days when you post something and you won't get a response and that just plain sucks, no two ways about it.)

But if you do care, if you think it's important that a fanfic writer knows what they mean to you, not because of any concern about the wider unpaid fan creator economy but just because of the way their work affected you, then this is important. Your favorite fanfic writer probably doesn't know and/or believe that they're anyone's favorite, and even if they do, a reminder or learning that someone knew found them will make them incredibly happy. And obviously, all of that applies at least just as much to all the beginners with potential that are out there. So if you're wondering whether it's worth it leaving a comment that says how much you enjoyed something: It probably is. And if you shared this with others and they loved it, or if this is your favourite fic, or if you enjoy how original it is, or how well it does your favourite tropes, or anything like that, the writer is going to be so happy to hear that.

A final aside: This obviously applies even more when it's about fandoms, pairings, subject matter and in particular ratings that are considered a bit embarrassing. Writers who write stuff that, say, happens to be E-rated for whatever reason, doesn't matter, will probably get fewer kudos and comments just because people are embarrassed to have their names show up in the Kudos and Comment sections. If that's you, just a note that it is perfectly okay to comment anonymously, or to create a second separate account for leaving kudos on, commenting on and maybe even posting the somewhat more risqué stuff. Now I'm not saying I have one of these second accounts, at least I'm not saying that in public, but it is an option worth considering.

#fanfic #comments

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incandescent-creativity · 13 days

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@flashfictionfridayofficial I’m doing this one on time for once I swear

I thought this would be fitting for Ash’s realization that Zach is from… well, out there. Beyond. Etc.

Slowly, I say, “You’re in the City of Vanithea. On a central island separate from the local landmasses. Most of us live here in the city, although some human populations have settled closer to the shores.”

Something is wrong, though. I don’t know of any of the shore towns named Seahaven, and Zach’s smile has dropped. He looks like I just delivered bad news, but why?

“Do you have a map?” Zach asks. “Like a world map?”

Feeling the thrilling pull of a new mystery, I stand up behind my desk.

“Follow me.”

Technically, bringing him back into the private room I use to store all the materials I am currently studying is going above and beyond Help Center duties. But I keep a copy of Bordreau’s map to help me with my research, given that hers is one of the more academically accepted interpretations of voyage reports we have. And because I see her whenever I visit the administrative office, I can usually get up-to-date copies.

Zach doesn’t need to know all that, though. It’s embarrassing enough to have someone else see the disjointed spread of yellowed papers and notes tacked to each wall. I don’t need to go into detail about how I’m close colleagues with the mapmaker.

“Here it is,” I say, spreading it out. “And here is where we are.”

I don’t know what I expect him to do. The map matches what I explained earlier: the edges of various landmasses line the map to the east and northeast, and the scattered merfolk islands dot the south. In the center of the map is our island, with its shores drawn in significantly sharper detail than the sketched landmasses. It’s generally agreed that Bordreau is the best at walking the line between honoring what the voyagers who make it back have spotted from afar, and taking creative liberties.

Zach looks it over for less than a minute. I’ve seen the map before; I watch him instead. From what I can tell, he spends most of his time studying the illustration of our central island.

“The smaller islands,” he says, tapping the handful of islands located in merfolk territory. “What’s past them?”

“Hard to say,” I say with a shrug. “The merfolk don’t let us pass through. About a decade ago, the city council decided we had lost enough boats trying.”

Too bad Gran isn’t here to hear me deliver the news with such neutrality. With how many of my rants she has heard on the decision, she’d probably be proud of me. I’ll have to tell her later.

“Well, they should start up again,” Zach says with completely unearned confidence. “Because that’s where I’m from.”

“You’re from the merfolk islands?”

That would explain why he doesn’t know the city, but… Actually, no, it wouldn’t. He would have swam here, climbed ashore, and traveled to Vanithea, so he would know where he is. Not to mention that, unless Zach’s scales are just as pale as his skin, and are therefore rendered invisible, I can’t believe him.

“No, no,” he says, and now he does sound like he thinks I’m being silly. “Past them. I’m from… over here.”

He spreads his hand out and waves it over a portion of the map beyond the inked borders, indicating the implied landmass east of the merfolk islands.

I struggle to keep my face neutral as I consider the implications of what he says. If I believe him… If he is telling the truth, then Zach’s presence in my Center is completely unprecedented. Humans haven’t managed to establish any permanent settlements outside of the central island. Every time we try to sail east or south, the merfolk take issue with it, and voyages to the north have infamously met with disaster. And, as far as we can tell, there isn’t anything to the west.

At least, that’s what the voyagers of the past have told us. But few of them ever actually made landfall on any of the identified landmasses, precluding genuine exploration…

Points of connection between the revelation standing in my back room, and my ongoing thesis paper, begin to unfold in my mind. This could change the direction of the paper entirely. If Zach’s tale can be verified by someone, somehow, it could be the clinching argument I need to convince the City. The entire thing would be elevated from some opinion piece by a girl to a forceful argument by an academic.

Holy shit.

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river13245 · 12 days

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Congrats on 200 followers!!

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I love reading, my favorite genres are poetry, Russian lit, and mysteries! I love learning about new things and knowing a little bit of everything. I adore adventures, witty and playful banter, joking around and having indepth discussions on anything and everything! I adore all forms of art and I have quite a few creative hobbies! I listen to a lot of modern/indie rock and I love watching films very much! It takes me a while to feel comfortable around new people but once I do, I become really talkative and outgoing. I love helping out and I'm the therapist friend, people come to me to vent or for advice and comfort. I'm smart and ambitious; I love being the best at everything I do. I'm quite the hopeless romantic and I love being in love! I adore big and small romantic gestures and I love domesticity sm!! My love languages are acts of service and quality time.

Thank you!

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Dean Winchester

I ship you with Dean winchester. Personally I believe his love languages are acts of service and quality time. For acts of service I genuinely think that he would figure out how to cook your favorite meal. He would ask Sam if he knew how to make it and if he did he would teach him. Or if you fell asleep in baby he would lay his jacket over you and then wake you up gently walking with you to your shared bedroom. He would always make sure you were okay. Dean isn't one to verbally always make sure someones okay but when he reaches for your hand or places his hand on your thigh or arm. Wherever you were comfortable, the minute you place your hand on top of his makes him know your okay.

For quality time its hard to find a quiet moment. They are always going after something but don't worry he makes time. Growing up Dean had to make time for him and Sam whenever he could. So he's gotten used to doing things like that. He would maybe not take you on a date at a restaurant but he would get fast food and the both of you would sit inside baby and look at the stars. Or if one of you were sick or just wanted time in the bunker, he would watch scooby doo with you. Or even those cheesy chick flicks he pretends to hate. Not only would he do that but he would also listen to you about your books and ask Sam what books to get you if you all passed a library or something.

Dean also shows love through playful banter. He is a man that loves to joke and you love to do it back to him. There will hardly ever be a trip where the both of you wont banter back and forth. Sam pretends to hate it but you can always see the small smirk on his face from the backseat. Or the front seat whichever the arrangement is that day.

Even if Dean isn't a huge book reader I believe he likes art. He likes to look at art and even drawings. Personally I think he can draw. Maybe not perfectly but there's some talent there. So he will listen when you talk about your books and your hobbies and maybe..just maybe he would show you some small drawings of his. But if you pay attention in his journals you can see small doodles he does on the corners of the pages.

Don't even get me started on music. That's the first thing that really attracted him to you. When he had heard the kind of music coming from your headphones he knew you were the one. He wouldn't ever tell you that because he would find it cheesy but he knows. The only reason you knew was because Sam told you.

Dean isn't always a easy man to be around. There will be arguments and disagreements but all in all. The both of you find your way to each other and Dean will always be the first to apologize. Which is not easy for him. At the end of the day the both of you love each other.

#river13245 #fluff #gn reader #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester

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crows-home · 2 years

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Nobody asked but here are my thoughts about Infinite and the president’s sonadow fanclub because i haven’t stopped thinking about it for WEEKS and if I don’t get it out there I will implode.

More of a lighthearted, crack treated seriously type of thing.

So if we’re sticking with the main Sonic Forces timeline, i think that the jackal squad didn’t die or anything. They just got real beat up by Shadow and fired by Eggman as a result. the loss stings everyone’s pride, but none more than infinite.

He sees his team sulking for days and thinks “how can i embarrass Shadow the same way?” and Sonic is doing the whole Twitter Takeover with Eggman and Shadow and he��s like. Oh yeah. I’m gonna embarrass you all in front of so many people.

So the whole “a file called Sonadow.” thing plays out and it’s funny!! Infinite spent a few days searching for sonadow fanart and fanfiction around the web and compiled a folder and sends it to Eggman live. (and it’s surprisingly hard to find any sonadow content. apparantly its a rare thing.) He and his crew get a laugh out of it.

And then:

It’s like one of those things where you start doing something ironically. saying a phrase or doing a mannerism in the day as a joke. He’ll see a pepsi can and a coca cola can together and laugh and point and say “haha. sonadow.” and his crew will laugh too. He’ll find fanart and tag Shadow in it to annoy him.

Then I think this leads down a pipeline to him actually reading fanfiction and theories. “For fun,” he says.

“Look at this,” he says to Vanish, gesturing to his tablet screen. They’ve just collected a bounty in a snowy mountain and are taking a rest in their tent.

Vanish squints and reads over his shoulder. “What...”

“There’s a small community of people that genuinely believe Sonic and Shadow have a secret relationship and go out on cheesy dates.”

Vanish laughs in disbelief. “That’s crazy.”

Infinite nods, absently rubbing his knee because the cold makes his joint ache. “I know. I mean, if they were actually in a relationship they wouldn’t meet at a restaurant for a date. Obviously. These people don’t know anything.”

Vanish stares at him for a moment, but Infinite has continued scrolling.

“Whatever you say, boss...”

Anyway. Time passes and it’s. Not a joke anymore.

the more he reads, the deeper he gets, until one day he’s fully onboard like. “Woah, hang on. This actually makes a lot of sense. Are they really together? They have to be!”

I like to think he saw fics and art and scoffed like. “The characterization is so off.” and “He would never say that.” and “I bet I could do better.” so he starts creating his own stuff and putting it online. maybe he started with crack fics and his team just smiled awkwardly when anything was brought up because. well, Infinite is still a damn good leader and his hobbies aren’t really hurting anyone.

but infinite is really miffed because no one will take him seriously!! like, his crew is not as invested in this as he is and whenever he gets a good conversation going with someone online, they either move on from “sonadow” really quickly or they have a different view on their relationship than he does.

until he’s browsing forums and notices a single user that has been posting continuously since like. almost 2001???

so he hits up the user “Sonadowfan1″ and they talk EXTENSIVELY and holy shit. It’s like he and this person are on the same wavelength. this person GETS IT.

Sonadowfan1: I’ve believed in their relationship almost since day 1

User69420: Wow, you were there since the beginning?

Sonadwofan1: I was. And let me tell you, the way they worked together, the way their chemistry works, I have never met another pair of beings so closely intertwined. But they love to dance around each other.

User69420: Exactly! Did you see the clips of their time at the Olympics?

Sonadowfan1: I was there in the audience! It was quite something to see in person.

So Infinite has a new internet friend that he can share his ideas with. Sonadowfan1 recommends fanfiction and sends their favorite clips and they have some damn good taste since they’ve been around for a while.

Meanwhile Infinite’s crew is just happy he’s not coming to them every time he needs to vent his frustrations. They hear his phone ding and see him grinning a minute later, typing away like a kid.

Months pass and he and Sonadowfan1 decide to meet up. It’s the middle of the night, and Infinite is hesitant. But Sonadowfan1 insists that it’s the only time that he’s able to step away from his job. But he makes Infinite agree to come alone.

User69420: Why? What are you playing at?

Sonadowfan1: I have a very recognizable face. I trust that you won’t reveal my identity, but only you.

Infinite frowns. It’s a dumb statement, really. Infinite thinks he would sell this guy’s information for a price in a heartbeat. But, whatever gets him the meeting with the only other person that believes in this as much as he does- maybe even more.

“Should we...?”

Eclipse points to Infinite, who is getting ready to head out and meet with his online friend.

Rumble blinks. “You want me to stop him? He can handle himself. Let him get this out of his system or enjoy himself. At least it’s not affecting his work.”

And just. Long story short that’s how Infinite comes face to face with the fucking President of the United States. They agree to have monthly meetings. The pres shows Infinite his own Sonadow files and the picture he keeps on his desk. They go over their interactions and break them down, frame by frame.

#sonadow #sonadow fanclub #i feel like i should make that a tag #my writing #if i wasnt doing the whole. you are at your lowest i am rising higher #i would be writing this as a full crack fic because its so funny

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littlemissgloomexe · 24 days

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MaGir/GaGir headcannons

Just wanted to say; if you genuinely believe Gir is a child and wanna comment to tell me this is wrong, just don’t.😭 Seriously, he’s an ageless robot who doesn’t even act like a child at all, he just acts like someone with undiagnosed + unmedicated ADHD. Okay ty.

TW: BRIEF IMPLICATIONS OF CH1LD 4BUS3/N3GL3CT

[Before they date]

Mel being… well, Mel, takes a while to feel any kind of spark of friendship when she first meets Gir, she’s almost immediately aware he’s not a threat so she won’t be harsh with the robot. Gir on the other hand, immediately got attached and has had the biggest fuckin crush on Mel since they first met lol

Mel develops an attachment to Gir faster than any other friend she’s made, this is confusing for Mel. Why is Gir different? What is it about him that’s so special?

Mel starts to talk about Gir A LOT to Joz to the point she starts to believe that the two are dating, sayin stuff like “You two dating?” Mel just replies with a simple “no.”

Joz still teases Mel about this whenever they brings up Gir; “Gothyyyy, do you have a little crush~?”

When Mel actually does start to develop a crush, she’s once again very confused with herself. “But… I don’t get crushes. I NEVER get crushes.” Again, what makes Gir so different?

She starts to observe Gir a little more when they see each other to figure why she has developed a crush on him. She over analyzes everything about him;

the way he’s always loyal to Zim, the way he shows Mel how much he cares about her, always being there for her, cheering her up in any way he can, remembering the smallest details about her…

…maybe it’s how he’s a complete opposite to her. Is the contrast in personalities alluring? That’s a possibility.

Some time passed and Mel slowly starts to realize that it isn’t anything in particular about Gir, they just like him.

Mel plans the way it would confess to Gir, it thinks about this for DAYS, WEEKS even, until it can come up with a solid way to tell Gir.

She brings him into her backyard garden, sits next to him on the bench swing, and confesses.

“Gir, I love you. I understand if you think I’m weird or if you wanna get away from me because we’re different species-“

Until Gir interrupts; “I LOVE YOU TOOOO, GOTHYYYY!!!” and he pulls them into a tight hug.

They proceed sit along side each other and cuddle for a while.

[OKAY!!! When they start dating!!]

Mel’s pet names for Gir include: Sweetie, love, my love, puppy, honey [she’s basic, I know…]

Mel and Gir giggle a lot when they’re cuddling or kissing

Mel can actually teach Zim a thing or two about making Gir actually listen to him;

“Just be more gentle with him, you don’t need to scream at him.”

Gir quickly realizes that Mel is VERY easily startled, so he makes sure he doesn’t hug them too suddenly and tries his best to make his movements in general less sudden

Gir starts to learn Mel’s safe foods/drinks and gives them to her when she’s sad or frustrated

Sometimes there are days where Mel LITERALLY CANNOT get out of bed, whenever this happens, Gir snuggles up with them under the blankets, silently comforting them.

Gir almost always wants attention from Mel, just any kind of it is fine, even a simple hand hold is okay with Gir, just as long as he has their attention.

Sometimes Gir will pretend to fall asleep in the weirdest places just so he can be picked up and carried to bed by Mel.

If Gir is wearing his dog costume, his tail starts to wag whenever he does as much as THINK about Mel.

Gir likes to drag Mel back to Zim’s base when Mel’s having a hard time with its mom [which is… not a rare occasion…]

Zim doesn’t really like this and has kicked Mel out before, they just keep coming back to the point where Zim grows a tolerance for Mel [ig you could argue that he tolerates her due to the shared hatred for humanity]

Mel draws pictures of Gir at least once every week.

Gir starts to get really attached to Lily too, petting her any time she lays next to him, happily giggling when he hears her purrs, Mel loves to see Gir getting along with their cat and she thinks the attachment Gir has for Lily is adorable.

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won4ver · 2 months

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I kinda like or there this magnet/pull with exploring stuffs that can provoke pain. [It has a trigger warning so I kinda had an idea what I was diving into] This is a little bit oversharing[sorry to even bring this in your inbox]. But I lost a loved one 14 years ago, I'm fine now but from time to time I miss the person and cry cause I feel guilty that i'm growing and living life. Somehow starting to forget the person. Its painful but also comforting to read something from the perspective of the grieving with an honest confession of grief. Death is one grim concept or idea but it hits different when we feel the loss ourselves. We usually outgrow the pain, thou it does not go away permanently. I never got to properly mourn this pain so maybe thats why it always feel fresh, but I know that our love ones would love for us to go on and live our lives whenever were ready. You've written it beautifully. There are a lot of good writters, but I simply think not all can convey emotion or make people feel. Your writting has brought me in a dimension as if I was the character in your work and I think thats incredible of you. I hope that you are showered with all the positive things in the world, to always have the heart for writting as your talent is beautiful. Thank you for writting this and for writting. [I'm talking about words left unsaid btw. Jake one was my favorite out of all.]

You dont have to respond to this. [I feel embarassed, but really want to compliment you. Thats all 💕💕💕

hi!! thank you so much for feeling comfortable enough to share this with me💗

it’s hard to live without someone who you weren’t prepared to lose yet, the guilt following you as you were able to get older knowing that they’d remain the same age forever. and i agree, being able to let go, to countinue living, is something that anyone would’ve wished for. just because their life ended, doesn’t mean yours did.

the strength of yourself and everyone who goes through this pain is super admirable, truly.

it’s inevitable to not miss someone whenever you randomly see something that reminds you of them, or when you think about the opportunities you were graced with. but even just thinking about them keeps their memory alive, they’re going through this with you.

but even if you start forgetting their voice, their touch, anything, it doesn’t mean that you’re losing them all over again. they’ll always be kept alive in everyone’s memories, even if the they become stored behind the countless others you’d make in your life.

mourning comes in so many ways, there’s no textbook way that depreciates how we should react/ get over the loss of someone close to us. everyone’s body is unique, reacting and dealing with the pain for different durations of time and in different ways.

growing up my dad always told me about what he thinks happens to use when we die, where we would go. he stares longingly towards any forest in our path, any weed that blooms in our garden. he tells us about how we’re made up of energy, energy that can never be destroyed. he believes that while our soul goes to the afterlife, our energy vibrates with the one of nature. he told me that when he dies, don’t look for him because he’d be everywhere. he’d be in the air that we breathe, in the water that we drink, in the grass that returns every spring.

even if i’d never be ready to let him go, i find comfort in knowing that when the time came, he’d finally reunite with the flowers that wait for him. even if i forgot his voice, id hear him during the windy nights, id see him in the fallen leaves as the seasons change once again.

i’m not sure if what i’m saying is even comforting anyone, i’m not the best at expressing my genuine thoughts. but i hope when you read this, it can bring you some sort of relief.

thank you so much for your kind words, it makes me feel so special knowing you’d come here and shared them with me. i hope to get better at writing in the future, but right now your words make me feel as if i’m going through the right track.

you’re so inspiring, i hope you also have everything good come to you. you deserve all the happiness and love in the world :)

thank you again for trusting me enough to tell me this, my page will always be a safe space to say whatever you’d like.

#🕶️ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི won4ver asks!#:(((( <3 #please don’t be embarrassed

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funnier-as-a-system · 1 year

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do you take asks asking for like. advice?? and if so um. how do you know? just in general but also how do you know that its not all some like. elaborate act that youre putting on to feel special? aside from just "if you feel bad about the possibility of faking you arent faking" because for all you know my guilt is faked too. if you dont accept requests for advice im sorry to have exposed you to this i just genuinely dont know who to ask

We do indeed take asks for advice! We're just really bad at answering them in timely manner, eheh.

I must admit I'm a little confused, because you seem to switch between the possibility of me being wrong about plurality and me being wrong about your plurality, but I shall answer both! (No offense taken to either question, if that was a concern.)

When we first discovered our system, we had a lot of the same fears; probably our biggest one was that we were just making up conversations in our head. It wasn't so much that we feared we were faking as we were worried about being wrong, so we get where you're coming from with usual "you're not faking" sentiments not helping. So what did we do?

We made what we call a proof book!

It doesn't have to be an actual book. A proof book is simply a record, mental, physical, or digital, of signs and symptoms that support your hypothesis of being a system (or, tbh, anything else you're questioning). While all the internal communication/hearing voices signs were dismissible as our imagination, we could not so easily dismiss evidence* such as not feeling in control of our body (depersonalization), uncontrollable accents, or the people around us noticing changes in our personality. Whenever we started doubting ourselves, we'd ask if the doubts had any good arguments, and, if so, we'd compare the arguments to what was written in our proof book. After all, people don't really talk about it, but sometimes the doubts have a point! It's not so easy to dismiss doubts that have a point – but at the same time, it's hard for doubts to adapt their argument against one piece of evidence to a book of evidence.

*now that we think about it, the name "evidence book" might have been better, but that doesn't roll off the tongue as easily.

We still have doubts, occasionally. But between the proof book growing as we do and our lived experience where living as a system has been better for us than living as a singlet with system suspicions, it's a lot easier to combat those fears.

If you're questioning being a system but have some doubts, you can also make a proof book! And in the end, if you find out it's all better evidence for something else that's not plurality, then hey! Look at you, already ready with a proof book to smash any doubts you have about that thing fitting you.

As for the people who come to us in asks, you're right that we can't tell for certain. But tbh, us knowing for certain the details of other people's lives isn't a concern. We're a mentally ill adult with worries like "what jobs are available in our area" and "what if I'm secretly a horrible person"; we don't really like to spend too much time worrying about doubting other people. Believing people at their word about something that doesn't really affect our life too much... it kind of just helps with the whole "leading a happy and healthy life" goal we have, y'know? Rather than scour asks looking for any sign of bad intentions, getting ourselves worked up, and possibly setting off a chain reaction of discourse and offense if we see faking where there isn't any, we just answer an ask and go on with our day. If someone who sends in an ask is faking, that's not our problem. If someone who sends in an ask ends up being wrong about their plurality, that's also not our problem. Our problem is the sheer amount of unanswered asks in our inbox. Of course, we'll do our best to give advice if they come to us looking for it [about their situations], but we're not in the habit of fact checking the lives of our askers. Just brings us down and makes us more fearful and untrusting of other people.

All that really matters is if we feel we did alright when answering their ask, which we really can't do if we just accuse them as faking. You see, even if one of our askers is faking, one of our followers may have a similar question or real experience close to what they made up, and those people may want to hear our response. In those cases, it's better to show compassion and interest for the sake of your audience, wouldn't you agree? By assuming honesty even when what's being said is strange, we create a better environment on this blog for not just ourselves, and not just our askers, but also the rest of our followers. And that's really all we want! We don't like suspecting people and people don't like being suspected – by trusting people on their problems and experiences, even if they sound strange or "faked", we're being kind. (Or at least, we're being open-minded, which is something we strive to achieve.) And kindness is often passed on, even if not by the person receiving it; if we take people by their word, no matter how strange, we inspire others to do the same, which amounts to a more accepting community. Which, personally, I think is much better than a community that accuses others of faking on a whim.

—

This has been rather long, so let's sum it up.

We combatted our fears by creating a record of evidence to support the theory that we're a system.

Never thought I'd say this line that's beginning to sound cliché on the internet, but we have bigger things to worry about than if any random ask in our inbox is from a faker.

Moreover, trying to figure out if people in our inbox are faking would just take a toll on our mental health. So we don't.

We want to be kind, inspire kindness, and make people happy, and an easy way to do that is to make this blog an accepting place where fakeclaiming is off the table.

If someone "tricks us", oh well, oh darn, fiddlesticks, you got me. You are now on par with our pre-teen sibling sneaking out to go steal mangos. Congratulations.

Well, this was a rather long response, but we hope we've been thorough in answering your query, anon!

#thanks for the ask!

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kygerbearr · 9 months

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getting into high-end ff14 content made me realize 2 things.

1). many people who have particular responsibilities have NO business with them

2). apparently i'm a fucking genius when it comes to shit because i can watch a short guide and understand what to do while everyone else apparently needs several days worth of catch up to do one of the most basic be-here-then-go-here shit on the planet. i have never been more frustrated with humanity. i am so tired. everyone i meet is either someone who takes thing too seriously and has zero skills to back it up or there's people with a wife and kids and a 9 to 5 job and a mortgage who come home from work and are somehow fine with doing MORE work dealing with people who dont know their fucking job and everyone is managed by someone who's an absolute pushover and still expects to be the "leader"

like i don't consider myself very smart. everything in this game appears to be very easy, i don't struggle with any of it, i don't understand how all of these seemingly normal people can struggle so hard with mechanics that have been reused over and over with a new coat of paint, and I feel guilty even suggesting its easy because of how hard everyone makes it out to be

do not believe anyone when they say ff14 is hard. it isn't. it's one of the easiest games i've ever played, i have never felt personally challenged by something in it and the only difficulty i'm having is being around dipshits who somehow don't understand how something works. i feel like i'm in a classroom full of people who showed up to the exam without studying anything and it's like they expect a clear just for showing up. buddy, this fight has so much personal responsibility that if you don't figure your shit out, the WHOLE CLASS fails, and you can't move on until you pass.

and i KNOW its easy because I made my OWN group out of frustration and we cleared THE FIRST DAY WE STARTED RAIDING. the VERY FIRST DAY. I have been with this other group for MONTHS.

this group cannot handle clockwise and counterclockwise somehow. there are markers on the floor arranged in a clock. it got to the point where I had to suggest that people look for a particular number and rotate towards it, and somehow, everyone STILL messed it up.

not only that, but in this group, any time I try to express something that goes against their ideology either the leader gets on my case or one of the members gets on my ass. just the other day I had this fucking asshole who was running shield healer who WASNT APPLYING SHIELDS?? during PROG??? and when I said "hey can we get shields" he was like "no we're good" we were dying. bodies on the floor right in front of him.

so I asked why. his argument? we cant have shields. it would mess up his gcds. I have CLEARED THIS FIGHT ALREADY, AND WITH SHIELD HEALER. so I know we can have shield for Every raidwide. and when I tried to explain how, he got angry and was like "no the fuck we cant and i will NOT have someone micromanaging my gcds" buddy my friend is dead on the floor right there and it's your fault

we proceeded to not hear from him the following week. essentially no-call-no-show but for a videogame and not a real job. whatever, not my problem. just meant I could be shield healer. and that day went super well! we had prog. i was healing. we didn't die outside of people failing their personal responsibilities.

i mean it when I say I genuinely don't enjoy the game anymore. I'm so exhausted from dealing with people who don't give a shit and aren't trying hard enough, are too stubborn to do anything different and hate it whenever I do anything whatsoever that goes against their agenda. it's not a team at all, it's a fake ass leader who can't lead with followers who are so fucking mindless braindead that they think they can mindlessly follow this failure of a leader into a clear for a fight they've been stuck on for THREE MONTHS STRAIGHT.

it takes up so much time out of my week (3 hours on both monday and tuesday so back to back, very exhausting, reminder i dont like these people because they treat me like shit and simultaneously I'm the only person who cares about what we're doing) and there were times where I legitimately would've preferred working (which i cant do while playing this game) and man I hope they get rid of me because my martyr complex keeps me from leaving them until we clear the fight

don't play final fantasy 14 it's not fun it's not worth it and if you do then dont talk to anyone. i legit only have fun when its with my friends and I have yet to meet a person on 14 I could make any sort of meaningful connection with. they're all so normal feeling, they're always like 5 years older than me and it freaks me out, I don't fit in, I don't belong there, and I don't want to stick around in a place I don't feel I belong in. the ONLY good thing about the game is that I can play as a big kitty cat

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𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕋𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕋𝕚𝕞𝕖

Reminder: This Demon Slayer fic is rated Mature (adults only) for canon-typical violence and eventual suggestive or explicit sexual content

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Chapter 17: One should always listen to their heart

Following their recent confrontation, Kanoko tries her best to avoid Kyojuro. However, she soon discovers that underestimating the Flame Hashira's determination is a grave mistake.

Author's note: This is the concluding chapter of the "Eternal Paradise Cult" Arc! We have reached the 100+ kudos on AO3 :3! Thanks a lot!!! What's best to celebrate than a new chapter :P? And not any chapter... THE chapter.

NSFW warning: this chapter contains (long awaited?) very explicit and mature content (smut). I'm a bit ashamed of how steamy it turned out. Proceed with discretion... and enjoy ;)!

(The onsen scene was inspired by "To Be the First" by EosWisteria on AO3, check it out ;P)

You skillfully evaded Kyojuro's attempts to engage with you the next day, ignoring messages from his crow and shrugging off his loud calls whenever he spotted you. Being both an experienced demon hunter and a demon had its advantages: you were hard to ensnare if you didn't want to be caught.

Far from being a novice in tracking himself, Kyojuro might have managed to corner you if he wasn't constantly busy with the Kakushi and reinforcements. The fact that the Flame Pillar was victim of his renown provided you with an opportunity to meet with the less popular Water Pillar. It seemed necessary to clarify the situation between the both of you so as not to hurt him further in the future.

Sitting in seiza, you bowed deeply before him, your forehead touching the ground.

"I've come to apologize for my conduct during our last evening together, Giyuu. I shouldn't have attempted to kiss you. You're a dear friend, and neither my loneliness nor my inebriation justifies taking advantage of our bond and your feelings for me. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me."

Giyuu received your apology with a mildly surprised expression, as if he expected that the memory of that evening would remain unspoken.

"Don't worry; I already knew I could never replace Rengoku in your heart," he replied without a trace of resentment. "I was just holding on to hope... that you might try."

His response tightened your chest, and you pressed your lips together. This man deserved more than to be a mere balm for your broken heart. He deserved to find someone who would love him wholeheartedly. You knew that he struggled with imposter syndrome when it came to his role as a Demon Slayer and Hashira, despite being undoubtedly one of the Kisatsutai's most formidable members. You didn't want to perpetuate the sense of worthlessness he imposed upon himself.

"Giyuu... You are an extraordinary person, worthy of admiration and love," you assured him, still bowing. "If my heart hadn't already belonged to another when we first met, I would have hoped that someone like you might be interested in me someday. But fate had different plans. If anything were to bloom between us, it should be because my feelings have genuinely changed. Only under this condition would I be deserving of your affections."

The Water Pillar remained silent for a few moments. Eventually, he gently placed a hand on your shoulder. When you lifted your head, you could see serenity in his soft gaze. Despite the gravity of your words, they appeared to have touched him.

"There's no need for such a formal gesture, Kanoko. I'm not as admirable as you might think, especially when it comes to matters of the heart. Our mission is complete. Tomorrow, I'll be heading to the Butterfly Manor with the Kakushi. Take this opportunity to reconcile with Rengoku."

You weren't entirely satisfied with his response. You believed you deserved his anger, but nothing seemed to unsettle the Water Pillar, true to his element. You decided to accept the kindness and wisdom he exhibited and internally vowed to become a friend deserving of such a man.

With one exception: you fully intended to ignore his advice and continue avoiding Kyojuro.

As announced, Giyuu left the next day with the Kakushi, not without giving you a bottle of his blood, and you regretted missing the opportunity to leave with them. However, Kyojuro had made sure to secure your transportation box with him. If you were not forbidden from traveling without the supervision of a Hashira, you might have returned without him by nightfall. But now, you were condemned to journey back with your childhood friend, whether you liked it or not.

With your mission now behind you, both of you could now leave the chaya at any time. Temporarily putting aside your anxiety over your impending confrontation with Kyojuro, you decided to indulge in the establishment's baths one last time.

As you submerged into the warm waters, a sigh of comfort escaped your lips. After a prolonged period of relaxation, the sliding of a door disrupted your peace, causing you to sit up with an irritated click of your tongue. You had been explicit with the Wisteria chaya's owner about your desire for solitude and had agreed to bathe in the middle of the night precisely to be alone. It wasn't that you were particularly self-conscious about your physique, but you preferred minimizing your interactions with humans for safety reasons. Turning your gaze irritably towards the entrance, you were ready to reprimand the intruder who had blatantly disregarded the sign on the door. To your astonishment, you realized that it wasn't a maiko or a geisha worker who had barged in, but the Flame Pillar himself. Hastily submerging further into the bath to conceal your nudity, you let out a muffled gasp, your thoughts racing.

Kyojuro was clad in nothing but the short towel wrapped around his waist, unabashedly displaying his well-defined physique. Fresh from his own cleansing, water droplets cascaded from his tousled, damp hair. A few unruly strands clung to his face and strong shoulders. You attempted to ignore the effect his appearance had on you.

As you prepared to announce your presence and ask him to leave, your gazes unexpectedly locked. He didn't appear the least bit surprised to find you there. It became immediately evident that he had entered fully aware that you were in there. He had trapped you.

You slowly maneuvered to the opposite end of the bath, attempting to create some distance between you and Kyojuro. He casually discarded his towel and leisurely stepped into the warm water. You tightly shut your eyes and turned your head, avoiding staring at his nudity, even though the steam mostly obscured your field of vision.

Your reaction seemed to amuse him, and when you finally dared to open your eyes again, you were greeted by his first genuine, radiant smile since your transformation.

"I had requested to have the baths all to myself," you lamented, still trying your best to avert your gaze.

"Hmm! Next time you invoke your Slayer status for personal use, make sure there's no one with a higher rank to countermand your orders!" he playfully retorted in his strong, resonant voice.

Damn the hierarchy of the Corps, relegating you to a lower rank despite your capabilities that matched a Hashira's level. How could the bathhouse owner had permitted a man to enter a women's bath, even if he was your superior? Maybe that was the result of Kyojuro's innate charm and the trust he inspired in others, both as a person and as a Pillar. He must have convinced her that he was your husband or something of the sort.

"I... I should probably get out," you mumbled. "I'm beginning to feel a bit dizzy anyway. Enjoy your bath."

You feigned to move out but stopped abruptly as a realization washed over you: Kyojuro was leaning on the exit side. If you intended to leave, you'd need to pull yourself out of the water near him. Unfortunately, your towel lay too far from the edge for you to conceal anything about your nudity.

Kyojuro's smile widened as he observed you piecing together the predicament you were now trapped in. His eye sparkled with mischievousness. In different circumstances, you would have been delighted to witness the joviality of your old friend again. However, at this moment, you felt nothing but mortification.

"Let's have a little chat!" Kyojuro suggested. "I'm sure you can endure the dizziness. You're rather resilient, after all."

"Huh…"

You hesitated for a moment, trying to find an excuse to avoid this discussion. You weren't actually feeling dizzy, at least not from the steam. You concentrated on not letting your gaze linger on his well-defined shoulders and muscular arms, folded confidently against his imposing chest.

"What do you want to talk about…?" you finally cautiously inquired.

"You should stop avoiding me," he chided, regaining a more serious tone. "You're not supposed to be alone, it's unsafe."

"For me or for others?" you countered bitterly.

"Both," he replied without hesitation, and his directness stung. "But I'm more concerned about you right now. You've been in some tough battles lately, even resorting to using your Blood Demon Art at least once, when you're supposed to avoid it as much as possible. There is no telling when you'll use it for the last time, or what long-term consequences this power might have on your health. We should make a detour to the Butterfly Estate on our way back to ensure everything is alright."

"I can take care of myself just fine, thank you," you retorted, irritation seeping into your tone.

Gods, you decided that the embarrassment of your nakedness was a small price to pay after all. You had faced far worse, hadn't you? With a determined resolve, you inched closer to his side, fully intending to exit regardless of the consequences. You still hoped that, in the final moments, Kyojuro would avert his gaze to preserve your modesty, but he continued to stare at you with intense scrutiny, his arms still resolutely crossed. Damn it. Well, you steeled yourself mentally to pull yourself out of the water nonetheless, when he unexpectedly spoke up again:

"How are things between you and Tomioka? He wouldn't share anything about your relationship before he left."

Despite Kyojuro's neutral expression as he broached the subject, his voice carried undertones of apprehension and a trace of sadness.

"It's because there's nothing to say," you replied sourly "The situation between him and me hasn't changed."

"Are you in love with him?"

You were surprised by the gentleness of his voice, contrasting with the heavy emotion behind his words. You risked a brief glance at him. Unlike the previous encounter in the corridor, you now saw a hint of resignation in his worried gaze.

"...I don't think so," you answered honestly, your tone less confrontational. "I went to apologize for my behavior during our last evening together. He's a dear friend and I believe he'd make a good match but... unfortunately, the place in my heart is still taken."

A long, contemplative silence followed your admission, and you regretted your honesty. You didn't want to be rejected or ignored once more. A lump formed in your throat, and you summoned the will to attempt leaving once again. But just as you were about to move, Kyojuro shifted closer to you. You hesitated, caught between the desire to escape quickly, even if it meant sacrificing your modesty, and your curiosity about his reaction. In your hesitation, you missed your last opportunity to escape.

The Hashira was blocking you now, his arms on either side of you, gripping the edge of the basin. You found yourself trapped between his imposing presence and the hard stone wall. Heat rushed to your cheeks as you couldn't ignore the fact that both of you were naked underwater, in an embarrassingly close proximity. Why didn't this seem to faze Kyojuro? Had he successfully banished any desire you supposed he once held for you? Somehow, you felt envious.

In a futile attempt to put some distance between you, you pressed yourself against the edge of the basin. However, this only resulted in you losing even more space. Kyojuro moved his chest and face closer to yours, and you summoned all your willpower to keep your eyes open. Your breathing was quick and uneven as you struggled to make sense of the situation you were in.

"This mission has taken its toll on me," the Hashira confessed. "Not being able to prevent those Cult's perverts from leering at you, let alone the chaya customers when you were dressed as a maiko... Seeing you grow closer to Tomioka... And, most agonizingly, not being able to protect you adequately in combat..."

"Why do you care anyway?" you inquired dryly.

You expected him to evade the question, as he often had these past months. However, this time was different. He gently placed a hand on your cheek, and you felt your resentment melt instantly beneath the warmth of his touch. Internally, you cursed your own weakness for him. Your chest constricted with anticipation.

"Because you mean everything to me, Kanoko. That's why I defied my duty as the eldest son of the Rengokus and as a Pillar. That's why I listened to Kamado and risked my life for you in front of the Master and my peers. I understand that this might not be sufficient in your eyes, and I acknowledge that things have been strained between us these past five months. My guiding principle is to live proudly and die without regrets. However, during this mission, I came to realize that if either of us were to meet our end now, I would forever blame myself for allowing our relationship to deteriorate like this."

His thumb tenderly caressed your cheek, and your heart fluttered.

"In my anger and despair about your transformation, I forgot that you weren't mine and that I couldn't demand that you wait for me indefinitely," he admitted. "You're right, Kanoko. Even in your current state, you have the right to happiness. You've earned it, after everything you've sacrificed to save me and your relentless efforts to prove your worth to the Corps. I'm sorry for making you feel lonely. I hope you'll consider exploring what you seek with me, during the time we have left together. The thought of you becoming Tomioka's or anyone else's beloved one pains me, but if you no longer wish to consider me as a suitor, I will respect your choice. I promise to behave in a more proper way than I did last time towards you and the one your heart chose."

He appeared genuinely sincere and at peace with himself after pouring his heart out. You could have pushed him away, but you no longer desired to leave.

"Does that mean... if I become human again... our relationship will continue from where it left off before the Mugen Train incident?" you asked timidly, not daring to hope for more.

His thumb, which had been caressing your cheek, slid down to your lips, softly brushing them with his rough skin. You had to muster all your willpower not to part your lips and grant him entry.

Without answering, Kyojuro leaned in gently. You had time to protest, but you did nothing, caught between hope and disbelief. Before you could formulate a coherent thought, his lips met yours, much like they did seven months ago beneath the cherry blossoms in your village. The emotions and memories of that day resurfaced, and tears welled up in your eyes uncontrollably. You clung to him desperately, silently praying that this was not a dream. You had never expected to kiss him again.

As he pulled his face back slightly, your childhood friend softly wiped away your tears with his fingers, gazing at you with tenderness and a wistful smile on his lips, realizing just how profoundly these events had affected you.

"I love you, Kanoko. Wether you’re human or a demon, I can't help it, and I won't try to anymore, since you're still the person I fell in love with seven years ago."

"Kyojuro..."

Hearing his words and witnessing the way he looked at you now, especially after all the effort he had exerted to keep his distance, only made your tears flow more freely. He consoled you for a long while, whispering soothing words to calm you down. Then, leaning in once more, he delicately traced your cheeks with his tongue, gently tasting your tears.

"Umai," he murmured in your ear.

The unexpected sensation of his warm tongue caressing your skin in such a tender manner startled you and helped quiet your sobs. It also ignited something new within you. Kyojuro gently nuzzled his nose against your cheek, his eyes closed, before his lips returned to yours.

This kiss lingered longer than the previous ones, and you allowed your lips to part slightly, inviting in a breath. He seized this opportunity to slip his tongue inside, which tasted slightly salty from your tears. Your hands instinctively gripped his hair, your mind swirling. In response to your fervor, the Slayer pressed you a bit more firmly against the edge of the pool, and you could feel his imposing and firm arousal throbbing against your lower abdomen. A surprised gasp escaped your lips, but he appeared unfazed, securing his hold at the nape of your neck to deepen the passionate kiss while gently caressing your face and hair.

"Umai," he repeated, finally granting you a moment of respite, his tongue sweeping over his lips.

The gesture sent a rush of heat through you. Kyojuro stared at you intensely, studying your reaction, his bright pupils dilated with desire. You didn't exactly know what he saw in your expression, but it seemed to please him.

You had missed his sincere smile so much that, like a moth inevitably drawn to light, you couldn't help but want to touch it. Your fingers brushed against his curved lips with fascination.

"You're so handsome, Kyojuro..." you murmured without thinking.

His smile widened further, and his gaze softened. He placed light, affectionate kisses on your fingers, and then, to your surprise, he ran his tongue along them. The warm, moist contact elicited a small, strangled gasp from you. A knot formed in your lower abdomen. At the erotic tone in your voice, his arousal throbbed against you. Encouraged by your reaction, the Hashira slid one of your fingers entirely into his mouth, his warm tongue trailing along it and lightly sucking on it.

A low, passionate moan escaped your lips, your body reacting with surprising intensity to this simple yet incredibly sensuous stimulation. Your nails dug into his muscular shoulder with your free hand, and your hips moved involuntarily, grinding against Kyojuro's groin. He emitted a sound, somewhere between a moan and a growl, before finally seizing your hands and pinning them behind your head on the stone slab. This position elevated your chest out of the water, and the contrast between the warm bath and the cool night air instantly made your nipples stiffen.

Under normal circumstances, you might have felt self-conscious about being so exposed beneath your childhood's friend, but the taste of his tongue clouded your thoughts. After a lingering kiss, his lips descended with a torrid slowness to your throat, where he sucked your pulse. Then, they traced a fiery path to your collarbones, and finally to your exposed breasts.

You felt, more than you saw, your head tilting back over the edge, Kyojuro's tongue gliding over your sensitive peaks. The sensation surpassed even your most vivid fantasies. Your thighs involuntarily tightened around the his hips, and a lewd cry escaped you, which you embarrassingly tried to muffle against your arm. The Flame Hashira emitted a throaty, amused sound at your sensitivity, evidently pleased to provoke such reactions from you. He then resumed his sensual assault with renewed vigor, alternating between licking, sucking, and lightly biting your nipples, driving you wild with longing.

One of his hands released your wrists, but he maintained his grip as he started to pinch the forsaken nipple. A small, strangled cry of delight escaped your lips, the exquisite blend of pleasure and pain igniting a fire within your belly. Your hips unconsciously rocked against his pelvis, each movement a plea to quench the burning desire within you.

"Kanoko, do you want me?" he asked in a huskier voice than usual, a seductive smile gracing his lips. His breath danced across your sensitized chest as he spoke, sending delightful shivers down your spine.

As if your entire body wasn't already shouting how desperately you were craving for him...

"Hum... yes, Kyojuro... more than anything," you timidly moaned.

Your response seemed to inflame him further. He released your hands and pulled you into his strong embrace. In return, you hugged him fervently, burying your face in the crook of his neck. His masculine scent with a sweet, apricot-like undertone, enveloped you. Grasping your thighs, he lifted you so that you were seated on the edge of the bath. There, whitout taking his lips off yours, he carefully laid you against the stone slab. Only your legs remained in the water, sensuously wrapped around Kyojuro's hips, seeking to quench the fiery desire surging between your thighs. But the Flame Hashira had other plans.

"Not yet," he whispered huskily near your ear after breaking your kiss, his grip on your hips firm and possessive. "I want to take care of you first, until you can't take it anymore and beg me to have you."

You blushed furiously, speechless but incredibly aroused by his commanding tone and the passion in his eye. While you had often fantasized about Kyojuro taking control, you never imagined how powerfully it would affect you in reality.

With deliberate sensuality, Kyojuro licked the edge of your ear before gently sucking on your lobe, coaxing lustful moans from your trembling lips. He then continued his descent, kissing and exploring your body with burning passion, each touch, kiss, and bite a scorching trail of fire that ignited your senses and left you quivering with anticipation.

You could feel his hot breath descending even lower, and while modesty urged you to close your thighs, Kyojuro's strong hands firmly kept them spread apart before him. His restraint, oddly, only heightened your excitement, despite the initial embarrassment. Despite the awkwardness of the situation, you couldn't resist sneaking a quick glance at Kyojuro's reaction to the most intimate part of your anatomy. He devoured the sight of your exposed, melting core, his crimson and golden eye dilated with hunger, scrutinizing every detail mercilessly.

"You look incredibly delicious, Kanoko."

He leaned closer to you, and before you could protest or fully comprehend his intentions, the sensation of his warm tongue on your pearl left you utterly breathless.

Gods... the sensation overwhelmed your senses and your thoughts entirely. Your moans transformed into long, passionate pleas. This was unlike anything you had ever experienced before; it was far more intense than any sensation you had managed to evoke when touching yourself. Guided by your voice, Kyojuro carefully explored your folds, moving from your sensitive bud to the inside of your lower lips, savoring every inch of your delicate skin.

"Umai," he murmured once more against your core.

He gently inserted a finger into you, and you couldn't help but emit a pleasurable whimper that sent electric shivers coursing down his lower belly. He noticed the absence of any resistance. Either you had already engaged in intimate activities with someone else (which he doubted but was willing to accept, even though he hoped to be your first), or your hymen had naturally broken during your rigorous training. He recalled hearing from Mitsuri that this was one reason why female Slayers sometimes struggled to find suitable partners, as men often questioned their virginity.

The Hashira explored the depths of your inner sanctum with gentle movements, occasionally applying slight pressure against your velvety walls. As a second finger joined in, stretching your entrance further, your breath grew erratic, and your thoughts became a delightful whirlwind of incoherence.

"You're soaking wet, Kanoko...," he observed with a satisfied smile. "I'm honored that you desire me this much."

"Hm... Kyojuro..."

Words were nearly impossible to form amidst the overwhelming waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Kyojuro seemed to relish how sensually you pronounced his name. His movements slightly gained speed and intensity. His lips descended once more upon your sensitive bud, gently sucking it while his fingers continued their tantalizing dance within you, until they curved against a spot that sent electric pulses rippling through your entire body.

A cry escaped your lips as your legs and hips trembled uncontrollably. Kyojuro maintained the pressure of his free hand against your pelvis, keeping you grounded as he skillfully rode out your orgasm with his tongue and fingers. When he sensed that you were shaking with hypersensitivity, he withdrew from his oral ministrations and straightened up. One of his hands continued to caress your delicate folds, while the other held one of your thighs, keeping you spread open before him.

"Do you want more, Kanoko...?" he asked with a hoarse voice, his fingers still teasingly playing inside you.

His darkened expression made it clear that his control was hanging by a thread.

"Ha... yes, Kyojuro... please... I need you. I want to feel more of you..."

Seeing you looking at him as if he were the most important thing is the world, with your lust-clouded eyes and your flushed cheeks, was already intoxicating. Hearing you plead like this was too much. Without letting you finish your sentence, he entered you abruptly, his lips crashing against yours.

You released a muffled cry into the kiss – a mix of surprise, pleasure, and a touch of pain. His imposing, rigid member filled you completely, making you feel as though you were impaled by a sword.

Buried to the hilt, the Hashira immediately halted his movements upon hearing your cry, allowing you a moment to adjust to the fullness of his presence within you. You were so tight and warm around him. He trembled with restraint, his closed eyelids betraying the immense effort it took to hold back his primal urges to pound into you until you could no longer walk, your bruised walls overflowing with his seed.

"I’m sorry," he muttered, forcing his breath to come in deep and measured. "It's hard to resist you..."

"It's okay... It's what I wanted," you reassured him softly. "I've always loved your passionate side, Kyojuro. Please, keep going..."

A warm smile graced his lips, and he planted a tender kiss on yours before slowly moving his hips. He modulated his breath like he was doing during training. His hands, still firmly gripping your waist, allowed him to maintain absolute control over the rhythm of the thrusts, ensuring you couldn't intervene. He derived a certain satisfaction from this control, but he was also using it to delay his own gratification and focus entirely on your pleasure. Moreover, the restraints seemed to excite you, as evidenced by in the way your inner muscles clenched around him each time he tightened his hold on you.

Your hands grasped his muscular shoulders tightly as you moaned passionately, feeling the sensation of his hard, veined member molding your inside to his shape as he rocked himself against you. With each fervent intrusion, you felt a tension building within you, signaling the approach of a new orgasm, different from the one you had experienced during the foreplay.

Kyojuro's demeanor during your lovemaking was entrancing. He breathed heavily through parted lips, as if channeling his total concentration breathing. His skin glistened with sweat and the surrounding steam, his complexion flushed with the intensity of the moment. Barely contained moans escaped his lips with each deep thrust, and his brows were slightly furrowed in a mix of effort and pleasure. Throughout, his loving and unwavering gaze remained fixed on you, the haze in his eye reflecting the profound delight that coursed through his being. It was almost surreal to see him looking at you with such intensity, to know that you were the one eliciting these passionate reactions from him.

"Are you enjoying this, Kyojuro...?" you asked him in a sultry voice.

His expression softened, a tender smile gracing his features. He leaned over you and peppered your face with light, affectionate kisses.

"Of course!" he replied enthusiastically, his voice slightly hoarse. "I've dreamt of being with you like this for so long, and it's even better than I could have imagined."

Knowing that Kyojuro was sharing in this long awaited moment just as intensely as you were sent a rush of warmth through you. His lips traveled down to your neck, kissing you with fervor.

"I'm not sure I'll last very long for our first time, though, my love. You affect me way too much."

Feeling a hint of playfulness, you lightly scratched his back, and he responded with a growl, his kiss turning into a feral bite. You whimpered, clenching around him in both pain and relish. His grip on your buttocks tightened, and you were certain his fingers would leave marks that would linger for days if you were still human. He raised your hips, hammering the mouth of your womb at a vigorous pace, and the new angle instantly triggered your orgasm. Your nails dug into his shoulders, drawing blood, and his intoxicating scent, combined with his frenzied movements, intensified your pleasure into an almost unbearable level.

You cried out something, probably Kyojuro's name, because in response, thrusts became more intense and erratic. Moments later, he pulled you close against him, burying himself as deep inside you as possible. You felt something blissfully warm spread in your nethers. The sense of fulfillment and closeness you experienced in this final embrace was difficult to put into words.

The two of you remained wrapped tightly in each other's arms for a while. Breathing heavily in the quiet of the baths, you slowly regained your composure. The marks from Kyojuro's grip, as well as his hickeys and bites, were already beginning to fade. Some blood trickled from the scratches you had left on his back, but he focused his total concentration breathing to stop the minor bleeding. Straightening up, he looked at you tenderly.

"Are you alright, Kanoko?"

"Yes... it was perfect, thank you... Sorry for the scratches, I got a bit carried away," you told him with a hint of shyness, gently pushing a damp strand of hair away from his face.

Kyojuro chuckled softly.

"It's nothing," he assured you, leaning in to place a kiss on your forehead. "We should get out before we make more of a mess of the baths!"

Carefully withdrawing, he covered his lower half with a towel and then helped you step out of the water. With another towel, he gently wiped away the mixture of your fluids that was trickling between your thighs. The somewhat incongruous situation, so unfitting of your honorable Slayer status, made both of you laugh nervously.

After a quick cleanup, the two of you exited the onsen wearing the establishment's night yukata. Kyojuro noticed that your legs were slightly trembling, likely from the intense encounter and the overwhelming emotions. Without a word, he scooped you up in his arms, and you wrapped your arms around his neck with a small exclamation of surprise. With a swift shunpo, he carried you back to your room, where he gently laid you on the already prepared futon.

You briefly feared he might leave you alone, but instead, he turned off the light before joining you. Lying next to you on the futon, he pulled you into his embrace, placing your head on his chest. You settled against him, melting into the comforting warmth radiating from his body. It felt almost as if you had been transported back in time to the night just before he left for the Mugen Train. Almost, because you were still a demon whose days were numbered.

The euphoria of your reconciliation and first time together waned in the face of this harsh reality; your anxieties and insecurities resurfaced.

"I'm scared," you admitted suddenly.

"Scared of what?" he asked, raising his eyebrows, his gaze fixed on you.

"The last time we were this close... the last time you held me like this, I lost you. I'm afraid that a tragic event will strike again, separating us as punishment for altering fate."

"Let's not allow fear to cast a shadow over our happiness any longer, Kanoko. We fight together now. We are stronger than before, and whatever comes our way, we'll face it together. It's Kibutsuji who should tremble, not us."

His confident smile was like a beacon of hope, and you couldn't help but mirror it. His golden and ruby eye seemed to radiate warmth, almost shining in the dimness of the room. His expression was so gentle, much softer than his usual determined and stoic features. You reached out and cupped his cheek, your thumb gently tracing the corner of his left eye, forever closed by Akaza. You wanted to engrave this moment into your memory.

"So... is this for real?" you asked tentatively, your voice filled with vulnerability. "This relationship... between you and me..."

The idea that he would forsake his deeply ingrained principles to share his heart and intimacy with you, especially while you were still a demon, seemed almost inconceivable.

"Yes," he replied, placing his hand on yours and kissing your forehead. "I know it might seem sudden, but I've given it a lot of thought in the past few months. I've been constantly weighing my convictions and upbringing against the depth of my feelings for you, not to mention the complexities of our situation. Before we left Komazawa, Senjuro told me I should proceed down the path I think is right, as my heart tells me to." You recognized his last words, meant for his younger brother, and your heart ached. His thumb caressed the back of your hand soothingly. "Those words, combined with the events of our last mission, led me to a decision. I realized that I hadn't been listening to my heart enough since the day you became a demon. But one should always heed their heart; it's the source of our strength and our worth."

"Waiting until we find a cure to decide the future of our relationship was a reasonable choice, but... I'm relieved you changed your mind. As you’ve said before, we don't know when death might come, or if we'll succeed in our mission. I'd like to spend the time we have left together, if possible."

He hummed approvingly and held you tighter against him. You closed your eyes, listening to the steady beats of his heart and the controlled rhythm of his breath, trying to savor the precious moment.

After a few minutes of companionable silence, during which you felt sleep beginning to take over, you asked a question that had been on your mind:

"By the way, Kyojuro... was it your first time too?"

"Of course! Why?"

"Ha, well... it's just that you seemed to really know what you were doing," you admitted, your cheeks flushing with the memory of your steamy bath. "And considering your popularity with the ladies and the fact that we weren't close anymore..."

"Hmm! You've got it all wrong, I'm not what you'd call successful with women," he countered, a hint of pride in his voice.

You rolled your eyes, amused by his obliviousness. Firstly, there was nothing particularly boast-worthy about it, and secondly, did he genuinely not realize the magnetic effect he had on people? Nearly all the female Slayers, and a significant portion of the male ones, harbored a crush on him. In town, when he accompanied Senjuro on supply runs, it became an ordeal to maneuver through the crowd as women swarmed around him, offering various gifts (usually food) in an attempt to capture his attention. While it was true that his imposing voice and distinctive features could intimidate some, his rank, striking appearance, cheerful personality, and martial prowess were all qualities highly sought after by those seeking a potential husband.

"And anyway, I haven't felt that way about anyone else except for you, Kanoko!" Kyojuro continued after catching the skeptical look in your eyes.

"But then, earlier in the baths... how did you manage to be so confident...? You seemed skilled, like you had experience."

Despite the relief that you didn't have rivals, you were genuinely curious how he had reached this level without any apparent training. You wanted to improve your own skills in this area, not just for yourself but also to return the favor and drive him to ecstasy as he had done for you.

Kyojuro's chest swelled with pride at your compliment.

"Haha, that! I have a good master. Uzui regularly share details of how he pleases his three wives. Not that I am particularly interested in his stories, but I thought it might come in handy someday. I'm glad I didn't endure his boasting for nothing! Then, all I had to do was pay close attention to you and watch your reactions, much like I do during our training sessions! You know I’ve always been a fast learner."

Your laughter bubbled forth at his candid explanation.

"Maybe I should ask Uzui for private lessons too," you quipped with a playful smile.

It sounded different than what you meant, and Kyojuro's wide-eyed expression only confirmed it.

"Oh no, uh... not practical lessons, I mean... I just wanted to, you know, gain some insights... or... whatever. Forget I said anything."

"You don't need to improve, Kanoko, you were perfect! Even if you wanted to try something, you can practice directly with me!" your childhood friend nearly shouted in your ear, his enthusiasm and possessiveness showing.

His proposition had a martial tone to it, which made you laugh.

"I just wanted some advice, but you're right, we don't need any lessons right now. We already have a lot to explore together," you said with a warm smile.

"Hmm!" He shifted above you, propped up on his elbows. The very intimate position left little to the imagination. Completely enraptured by the intensity in his gaze, you subtly parted your legs, allowing him to settle between them. "I can fulfill any of your requests, Kanoko, whether with words or actions!"

Blushing intensely but smiling, you slid your arms around his neck.

"Hmm... it's the same for me, Kyojuro. You can ask me anything."

"Be careful what you offer!" he grinned mischievously, and you couldn't help but chuckle.

His nose playfully nuzzled against yours before he tenderly kissed you. You could feel his growing arousal pressing against your groin.

"Again?" you whispered, amused.

"Hmm! I've got plenty of stamina, as you already know," he said with a smile. "But it doesn't mean you have to keep up with me, of course."

With a light laugh, you firmly grasped his hips between your thighs and, with a sway of your body, reversed your positions. You found yourself atop him, seated comfortably on his lap. Hands on your waist, Kyojuro’s red and gold eye was fixed at you intensely, its molten lava pupil dilated. His beautiful mane cascaded over the cushion beneath him. You teasingly captured his chin between your fingers.

"I believe you’re underestimating me, Flame Hashira. I'd be willing to bet that I can outlast you in endurance."

"Is that so?" he asked with a challenging grin. "I request immediate verification of this claim!"

You responded with a defiant smile and leaned in to kiss him, still firmly holding his chin. As you felt his breath quicken slightly, you pulled away, halting the feverish kiss.

"How could I possibly turn down a Rengoku's challenge? It's a matter of honor for me as a former independent demon hunter."

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There's an extra (smutty) chapter for this fic actually xD (I was on the smut train while writting this chapter lmao). You can read the preview HERE to have a taste, the full version is only for my dear patrons <3 But of course... you can become one of them and get access to it and a lot of other content! Remember that becoming a member of my Patreon also opens commissions for you! But don't worry, this extra chapter is a bonus, it's not important for the plot so you can continue the story without worrying about it.

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Next chapter: "The Hashira Training"

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