I was inactive for awhile, but I've just gotten back! Thank you for checking in! ☺️ I'll try to make it more clear when I'm wrangling plot bunnies form now on!
@raijuto reached out to me as the requestor of Alphonse and his s/o’s first time ask, so here it is! Minors Do Not Interact. Note: this is years after the timeskip. He’s an adult like he was at the end of the series.
Warnings: protected sex, non-synchronized orgasms(but they’re pretty close), first times, fingering, stroking, technically Al doesn’t need to be aged up bc he’s an adult at the very end of the series but some ppl might forget or still feel anxious so I’ll note “aged-up” here, too.
Sorry for the long wait! My life kind of fell apart and all my muses escaped! But they are back, now. This is about half proofread so I’m sorry if any typos got through!
Wordcount: ~1.9k
😖😳First Time with Alphonse Elric😳😖
Your eyes drift down the train track as you stand at the Resembool train station. Though you know that Alphonse would be returning on the last train after the sun set, you were so eager to welcome him back that you couldn’t wait at the house. So now here you are, standing on the platform as the sky dims over the rolling countryside.
Your spirits lift when you see the train in the distance. It’s only a spot of light at first, but it rumbles near, mechanisms hissing as it slows. You scan the windows. In the nearly empty train, it’s easy to find Al’s smiling face. When your eyes meet, he smiles brighter. Grabbing his suitcase, he starts to rise, only to stumble a bit when the train jerks to a full stop. It doesn’t shake his smile, and he hurries off. You throw your arms around him as soon as his feet hit the platform. After a few months away, studying and writing to each other, it’s such a relief to have him in your arms again. “Welcome home!”
He laughs and squeezes you tight before planting a quick kiss on your lips. “I missed you!”
“I missed you, too,” you burble. You grasp his hand when he releases you, and you head back toward the house. “Ed and Winry are out in Rush Valley with the kids, but they’ll be back tomorrow. How was your trip?”
“It was really good. I have so much to talk about,” he said. “But I should wait until everyone gets back. I can’t wait to have everyone together again.” He stifles a yawn.
“Yeah... but it will be nice to have some time alone.”
He smiles and nods. After a moment of considering that, he raises a brow. “All alone... That sounds like fun.” His sleepy smile turns mischievous.
Your cheeks color. That was on your mind; you two had been dating for a while, but time had never allowed you to take things to the next step. You reach the steps of the house. It’s too late for dinner and, unless you decide to just go straight to bed, nothing is stopping you.
You’re both aware of that, so there’s a small bit of awkward silence as you both stroll inside and Alphonse unpacks. He’s about finished when you stroll up behind in wrap your arms around his chest. “Al, do you want to...”
He puts his hands over yours. “Do I want to what?” You can’t tell if he’s teasing or if he’s uncertain.
Your face feels hot and you fidget your fingers. “You know... sleep together.”
He squeezes your hand. Laughing sheepishly, he says, “You know, I’ve tried to think of how to set up a romantic night with you lots of times, but I think simple is good. If we both want to, we should.”
“Then?” You take a step back as he turns around to look at you.
“Then let’s do it!”
Your heart flutters in your chest. “Okay, give me just a minute.” You hurry into the bathroom and look yourself over quickly. You take a minute to splash some water in your face, and talk yourself up. You really asked him! And he said yes! After taking some time to compose yourself, you decide to strip down to your underwear. They’re not lingerie or anything like that, but they’re cute. Fitting for a first time, you think. You slip open the drawer and take out a condom; you’ve been prepared for a while. When you’re done, you step out, closing the door quietly behind you.
He’s sitting on the bed, rubbing the pink out of his cheeks. But seeing you makes them turn red all over again. “Y/n, you look great.”
You link your hands behind your back. “Thank you.”
He starts to stand, but you tiptoe forward to sit on his lap. His smile looks a little goofy as he settled his hands on your waist. “Let’s not go too fast.”
You nod.
He meant it when he suggested starting slow, and he doesn't so much as slip you tongue. Instead, he pulls you close, his lips press softly against yours. His kiss melts you from the inside out. You can't help but lean into him. Your chest presses against his, and he makes a small sound against your lips before breaking away. His cheeks glow. You're on top of him now, his back to the bed, and he looks at you with wide, bewildered eyes and red cheeks.
"S-sorry!" You peep, starting to jump off of him.
But he catches you, resting a hand on the small of your back. The other covers his smile, and his eyes dart away. "No, it's okay. If you're that excited... That's- that's really cute!"
In relief, you peck him on the cheek. "Thank you..." You gently touch your forehead to his. "Um, Al?"
He blinks up at you. "Yeah?"
"I love you."
His grip tightens on you a bit, and his eyes crinkles with a smile. "I love you, too, y/n." He kisses you, and you deepen it. You roll your hips against his. Just like before, he makes a tiny noise. You know he's blushing, but he doesn't pull away. He rests a hand on the side of your head and massages your scalp. His tongue slips past your lips, much to your surprise. Maybe he's abandoned taking it slow altogether. You unbutton his shirt, and he matches your energy. Your lips part as he pulls it off over his head. When his mouth lands back on your skin, it’s a kiss to your shoulder, trailing gently in toward your neck.
As he does, he fumbles a bit with your underwear. You help him remove it, giggling sheepishly. You both help one another shed your clothes slowly. The way his finger trail warmly contrasts with the air cooling your bared skin. “Wow,” he murmurs more than once as he touches you and takes in your beauty. He breathes it into your skin when he kisses you, like he can hardly help the utterance from slipping out.
Being your first time, you are nervous about this, but the way he praises your body makes you feel warm and tingly. “Al... I want-” you breathe.
“Me too,” he answers. He pulls you close, hands fumbling and face cherry-red. “I, uh, I’m really nervous. I don’t know why I...” Your body is pressed close to his and you can sense why he seems so self-conscious. Between you both his manhood is just not cooperating. Mortified, he says, “This has never happened before...”
You’re a bit puzzled by this development, but you can tell by the look on his face that you’re not the problem. It’s all nerves. “Maybe I could... help?” you whisper.
He puts a hand over his mouth again. You’ve never seen him so flushed. But after a moment he nods.
You’re already over him, his back is to the mattress, and so you back up enough to get comfortable with your head lowered between his legs. You grasp his soft dick in your hand, and his thighs tense. You stroke it gently, feel his body react to yours. He is stifling little sighs, and slowly but surely firming in your grip.
When he’s ready, you reach for the condom, nearly forgotten on the nightstand. He guides your hands when you put it on him. You’re practically shivering with excitement, and he can feel it. “You’re not scared are you?”
You let out a burst of laughter. “No.” The condom is lubricated. You’re both ready.
As you shift to get on top of him again, he grasps your waist and flips your positions. “Good.” He sucks on his fingers before his hand travels down your body. He circles the pad of his thumb over your nipple. The moisture cools your skin and makes your nipples stand. His hands continue south, slowing as they reach the heat between your legs. Watching your expression, he works through trial and error, finding where he needs to touch you to make you moan and squirm.
His lips find yours just as a finger slips in side, and he swallows the sounds you make as he stretches you out. “More,” you embarrassingly find yourself whimpering when he moves too slowly and his single finger feels like a tease. He curls in a second and, this time without you needing to tell him to, a third. He’s listening intently to your sounds and urgings, the soft direction you murmur against his lip. He wants to get it right, after all.
That’s why it surprises you when he pulls out so abruptly. You had been enjoying his touch! But you quickly realize, as his hand grips the sheets beside your head, that he has been patient. His damp fingers grip his cock, and his eyes flicker between your spread legs and your eyes. “Can I-?”
“Yes, please, Al.”
He gives his dick one dutiful stroke and lines it up with your opening. You’re so sensitive, you can feel it more than see him adjusting, spreading you carefully open with his tip.
And then he sinks inside.
You tip your head back, let out a breath. As his hips meet yours, he cups your cheek, urging you to meet his eyes. “Is this good?”
It feels like pressure. Not good or bad so soon, not overwhelming. It feels right. “Yes,” you whisper.
He smiles, emboldened, and starts to pump in and out. His pace is slow at first, letting you adjust. But there’s an eagerness he can’t hold back, and soon he’s speeding up. He’s quieter once you get going, chewing his lip and stifling quiet huffs and grunts. It looks like the feeling of you squeezing around him has his full attention. Both of his hands fall to grips the sheets, and his face colors as he gives you his all.
This isn’t like anything you’ve felt before, either. It’s so warm, your bodies together, your breath mingled, the tangle of your limbs, and the clap of you hips colliding. Your legs curl around his waist, and you can hear your own voice- though you’re not sure if you’re saying anything coherent or just letting out whatever wanton noise that builds up inside you out.
What brings you back is Alphonse grasping your face and pulling you into a kiss. Suddenly something so physical and mindless turns soft. You practically melt at his touch, and your eyes slip closed. You feel out of your body for a moment.
And then your senses collide, you slam back you your senses, a shivering pleasure erupting from your core and shaking the muscles through your chest and limbs, all the way to the bloodrush in your face. Your lips part soundlessly, and your left gasping as Al leans back, pulling you into his lap. He guides your hips until he finishes, too, moving while you still recover. He manages a sound, something akin to a growl as he thrusts up into you, and then he stills, breathing hard.
Your chests rise and fall with each other. When you look up, his eyes are a little watery. His hair is tousled, his cheeks are flushed, and he grinning. “Was-” he huffs, “Was that good?”
You accidentally summon something you’ve only got glimpses of in the past. This time, you’ll get much more than a glimpse of your resident incubus. Minors do not interact!
Warnings: Dubious Consent (Enchantment), unprotected sex, fem reader, one bite!
Wordcount: ~1.7k
You creep along the forest path, back toward a supposedly haunted old building. The townspeople spoke of a powerful spirit or poltergeist- maybe even a lesser god- taking refuge there. You had gone to the crumbling building before and caught glimpses. You don’t know exactly what you saw, but you were back now to find out. You wanted to see more. Of something godly? It was hard to say. It was beautiful, but even the most awful things can be beautiful.
Stepping up to the stone steps, you pause for a moment to catch your breath. There is a scent like incense and iron in the air, though you see nothing burning. A cool breeze stirs the long grass around you and the leaves above. A chill runs up your spine, like fingers on your back. “Hello?” you call out. You only hear the wind whistling through the trees.
You hesitantly kneel and place an incense burner on the step. You brought incense along as an offering, to possibly increase your chances of spotting that beautiful creature again. But even as you shield it from the wind with your hand and strike a match to light it, you find yourself doubting what you saw. Maybe your imagination really had gotten the best of you. Settling back, you rest your hands in your lap, close your eyes and take a breath.
That cool wind blows. Its cold fingers trace your spine again. You try not to shiver. But you can’t contain a yelp when a cool hand clasps the back of your neck.
“It’s been a long time since someone tried in earnest to summon me,” a voice murmurs in your ear.
Your breath escapes you. Your heart pounds. You’re paralyzed; you can’t even bring your gaze away from your incense.
Another hand slips down your neck and traces your collar bone, gently parting your tunic. “What a lovely scent. Did you know who you were calling?”
“N-no,” you manage.
“How dangerous. This must be frightening.” His hand leaves your collar bone, and he turns your face toward him with a single finger. You’re looking into startling, multicolored eyes. You’ve never seen anything so beautiful before. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.” He leans in, and you feel his lips touch yours.
Your eyes shut. When he pulls away, you find yourself leaning after him and opening your eyes to look for him when you don’t immediately make contact again. He’s just out of reach.
“My name is Douma.” Fangs glint in his friendly smile. “I find it a little hard to believe you didn’t know what you were doing when you brought me here, but... Maybe you’ve just gotten in over your head.”
You have no idea what he’s talking about, but you grasp his cloak and lean closer. It’s an ornate silky fashion, and you can feel the detailing on your hands. He doesn’t feel cold to you anymore; on the contrary, you want to press closer to his warm skin.
His smile lasts as he scoops you up, holding you bridal style. You feel dizzy in his arms. “Why don’t you come inside?” He hums. But when he steps though the empty doorway of the crusty old place, you find yourself somewhere else. A luxurious bedroom sprawls before you, decked out in colorful fabrics, pillows, bobbles. Jewels and gold are scattered across every surface except the massive bed. He sets you down, somehow at the bed’s center. You sink into a pile of silky pillows and fleecy blankets.
“You’re very cute,” he says, smiling down at you and stroking your cheek. “Hm... What should I do with you first?” Gently playing with your hair, he murmurs, “Jewelry? Or maybe I’ll get you dressed up.”
It’s hard to keep your wits about you; he’s so gorgeous, and he touches you so gently. That scent is still hanging in the air; it’s the only thing you can smell, and it’s making it hard to hold a thought. But you manage to fight through the fog. “I’m not a doll.”
He blinks at you, eyes wide. “No, of course not!” He slides closer on the bed, looming over you, and hugs your face to his chest. “I’m just a romantic at heart. I guess we should get right to it.”
“Get right to what?” You put your hands on his sides to try to push yourself away, but you get distracted by his muscular figure.
He looks down at you where your face is pressed to his chest with an expression that borders on affectionately patronizing. “I am an incubus, and you’ve called on me.”
“An...” As realization dawns, your face heats up. This is a beautiful demon.
He settles you down onto your back amongst the pillows. Before you can decide whether to protest or not, he straddles you. “Just relax and enjoy.” He strips his silky robe; the ornate piece is the only thing he was wearing, and you abandon all thoughts of escape when his body is bare.
His lips find yours again, and your hands find his hair. He nibbles on your lips with his sharp teeth. As your kisses deepen, his hands go from cradling your face to trailing down your neck and parting your top. He caresses your breasts, and you make a muted sound against his lips. “Do you like that?” he chuckles. His breath smells like incense.
“Yes,” you breathe. “Yes, Douma.”
Satisfied, he kisses your neck, starting just under your ear and slipping down to your collar bone. His canines brush your skin as he runs his tongue up your neck again. You can’t help but shiver, especially since he’s teasing your breasts the whole time. Seeing your eagerness, he bites down.
You gasp. You don’t know if he broke the skin or left a mark, but there was a small shock of pain. Whimpering and squirming, you dig your nails into his back. But then, radiating from your neck, there is a spreading warmth and tingling. Your grips loosens. Your face grows hotter, sweat beads your face, and you press your thighs together. “Douma,” you whimper, feeling helpless to your sudden, powerful lust.
“I know. Don’t worry, it’s only natural that you react that way.” He gently kneads your breast as he places a gentle kiss on your forehead.
His hands fondling you could easily tip you over the edge, but he stops before you get the chance. You bite your lip and struggle to contain a moan as his hands continue lower. Your bottoms slide off, and you can feel goosebumps rise on your thighs. It feels like wherever his body touches tingles with electricity. He smiles at you in amusement as he lifts one of your legs up and strokes your thigh. Such stimulation of sensitive skin makes your toes twitch.
“You’re so wet,” he chimes, propping your leg on his hip as he looks your body over. “Just how I like you.” He offers you a wink and gently parts your lips with his fingers. “Just beautiful,” he murmurs. “Glistening.”
“Please,” you pant, “I need-”
“Shh. Say no more.” Still spreading you open, he lines up with your opening. He’s hard and sizeable, but when he slips inside, it goes in easily and fill you perfectly. He shifts his weight over you, laying into you and resting his chest on yours. There’s no time needed to adjust; his lips find yours again, and he catches your moans as he thrusts into you.
You hold onto him tightly and wrap your legs around his waist. Your mouth gapes, and you taste the sweetness of his tongue. Your voice rises and falls with his thrust. Your nails digs into his broad, muscular back. The pleasure of each moment is flooding your senses; just taking him as good as an orgasm, and when you climax, the world falls away, your body shakes, the stars fall. It’s heaven, and he sends you there over and over again: laying on your back, on your knees, sitting in his lap, riding him. It seems he won’t stop until he’s exhausted every possibility.
You can hardly breath by the time he’s done with you. You’re panting and sweating. You’ve ended up on your back again, simply because you didn’t have the energy for anything else.
His face colors, and he buries himself deep inside you. You can only close your eyes and lay there as you feel him release inside you. He gently kisses your closed eyes before pulling out. “Wasn’t that fun?” he laughs. “You look like you could just die!”
The effect of his bite is slowly fading, and your entire body feels weak. You’re sore now that you aren’t lit up like a live wire. “I’m not going to die, am I?” you mumble.
Again, he burbles with laughter. “No. I would never let that happen to you.” He strokes your cheek before sitting up and examining between your legs.
His fingers parting your lips makes you cringe. “No more,” you beg, voice hoarse.
“No more,” he agrees. “I am just taking one final look at how beautiful you are.” You can feel the warmth as his seed begins to ooze out of you, fat drops gathering at the mouth of your pussy. “Like a flower with flesh-colored petals and a white center.”
You can’t work up a response to that. Your vision is fading. Your eyes fall closed. The world goes dark.
“Y/n!” You startle awake to the voice of a friend. “There you are!” They grasp your shoulder. “Are you okay?”
You blink your eyes open. You’re laying on your back in front of the abandoned old building. Your friend is crouched over you. Looking around, you see that not much time has passed. You don’t feel sore or exhausted. Did you just nod off and have a heated dream?
“W...What are you wearing?” Your friends asks, eyes wide.
“What do you mean?” But when you sit up, you feel heavy. Looking down, you see yourself dressed in several layers of fine robes, weighed down by more gold and jewels than you’ve ever seen before.
Mereoleona is hard to pin down and rarely shows weakness. So when she wants to cuddle, she's not straightforward about it.
"Hey, y/n, ready for another sparring session?" she says, smirking toothily.
But she doesn't go too hard on you. She plays with you like a cat with a mouse, just tiring you out.
When you stumble, she catches you in her arms. "Heh, look at that. Guess you were fighting pretty hard." Laughing mischievously, she scoops you up. Now you're caught for good.
She finds somewhere comfortable; she likes a nest of pillows and blankets most.
She hugs you close. She's very warm, and her hair is soft and fluffy. She's not much for compliments, but she does like praising her partner's strength. She's very blunt, so you know she means it.
She's more keen to headbutt and nuzzle you, but she does occasionally kiss your forehead and cheeks.
Falling asleep in her pile of cuddles with you is a huge show of trust; she's showing rare vulnerability to the person she loves.
If she wakes up first, she holds still and relaxes until you wake up, too. If you pretend to keep sleeping, she might softly play with your hair. This is when she's most at ease.
She prefers to show you she loves you more than tell, but if you often tell her you love her, she might say it, too, when she thinks you're sleeping.
Hi, do you still take request? Could i ask you for kyojuro rengokuxfem reader first time please🙏🥰
Cute! Yeah! You didn't specify his or the reader's so it shall be both. This isn’t really proofread, so i might go back and fix mistakes later. Minors do not interact!
Warnings: unprotected sex, oral sex (fem reader receiving), first times, non-synchronized orgasms
There’s also a lot of fumbling around so you gotta be patient. Also pulling out isn’t a reliable birth control method lol
Wordcount: ~2.9k
🥰😳First time with Rengoku Kyojurou😳🥰
Kyojurou practically bounces up to you, his excitement palpable. A couple scrapes, not even big enough for band-aids, are healing on his skin. You weren't surprised to see that he had gotten small injuries; he was a Hashira, after all. But they're clearly far from his focus when he grabs your hands. "I'm so happy to see you're home!" he chimes. "Let's spend some time together before my next mission!"
You are still surprised to see him. You wish you would have some warning when he was planning to visit, but this was certainly an impromptu meeting on his part. You can't help but smile at his shining expression, and the way he grasps your hands like he never wants to let go. "Yeah, here, come in." You lead him inside, and have him sit at the kotatsu as you grab a snack to share. "Sorry to leave you waiting, but I'm the only one home." Normally a member of your family might take care of food; they all thought highly of your boyfriend, and did all they could to help you take advantage of your scarce time with him. Sometimes it was embarrassing, but there were worse things in the world.
"You're home alone?" He asks from where he is patiently waiting.
"Yeah," you return with a plate of sweets and glasses of ice tea. "Don't worry, that doesn't happen too often."
Instead of sitting across from him, you sit beside him, and he puts his arms around you, pressing close. "Do you know when your family will be back?"
"Later tonight," you guess.
"I see." He sips his tea, looking thoughtful. "If you are happy with that, then so am I," he finally hums, as if your being home alone has some deeper meaning than it does.
You just chuckle and feed him a cookie. "Well at least I get you all to myself for once."
He munches away as you talk about your day and update him on the news since he's been gone. While he seems to be listening, he's not speaking up as much as usual. Instead, he watches you intently. finally, you trail off.
"...I was listening!" he says after a moment of silence.
"It looks like you're thinking about something else."
His cheeks color, and his smile turns sheepish. "... Well, yes."
You cross your arms and wait for him to extrapolate.
"I was thinking about how much I want to kiss you." He squeezes you gently.
Offering him a cheeky smile, you put a hand on his cheek and guide his face to yours. Your eyes slip closed as you kiss. There is a subtle sweet taste on his lips.
His hands settle on your waist, one thumb brushing back and forth gently against your side. He leans into you like he's hungry for your kiss. You loop your arms around his neck when he presses you onto your back. Your lips part abruptly, your breaths mingle, and his face hovers over yours. You can see how flushed his cheeks are, as he whispers, "Honestly, I would like to do more than kiss."
Oh. OH. You feel your face heat up.
"But!" he says hastily, "we don't have to do anything like that."
"What... exactly would you want to do?" You know what he's asking. But the most you two have done was make out; it was hard to get a moment alone long enough to discuss more, let alone do anything.
"I am well educated on the topic of sex," he declares.
"Excuse me?"
"I've read many texts about it, and I've practiced the mechanics alone," he explains. "I am confident that I could satisfy you, and that we could avoid pregnancy."
That explanation flutters around your head like glitter in a snowglobe. Whether you’re fine getting pregnant or not, it might be best to avoid it until you two are married. It's good that he considered it. Maybe whatever he was reading did hold some merit.
You realize after a long bit of silence that he’s still watching you, waiting for an answer. You quickly avert your gaze, embarrassed. “Oh... yeah. Yes. Let’s do it.”
His expression brightens. He puts his hands on you like he is going to undress you right away before he catches himself. “The first thing we need to do is both become thoroughly aroused. Thinking about you, I find that easy.” He rolls back to sit on his haunches. “However, you need to be very wet. I don’t want to hurt you.”
You sit up, flustered by the way he’s talking. There are a million ways for you to get that turned on, especially for him. You’ve noticed it before, the dampness between your legs after making out, or when thoughts of his body taunt you late at night. “Kissing helps. Or.”
“Or?” He perks up.
“I... sometimes I use my hands,” you admit, face burning.
He practically puffs with enthusiasm. “I can do that! Show me where to touch you, please!” He’s holds his hands out palm-up, inviting you to take them and place them.
“Wait. First.” Your eyes drop to his chest. His corps uniform is hiding it as always. “Seeing you undressed would help.”
He hops up without hesitation and hastily unbuttons his top. He turns his back to you and shrugs it off. As it falls, he pushes down his pants and underwear all at once. He doesn’t look back to you until he’s stepping out of them, and at that point, your eyes are as big as saucers. “This is what you wanted, right?”
You swallow. Your eyes are drinking in the strong flexing muscles of his back and arms. His skin has a smattering of old scars, and they don’t take away from his appeal at all. His legs are shapely, and his ass is plump. Your eyes wander as he shifts on his feet, back still to you. Finally, you manage, “Y-yeah.”
As he turns, he drops gracefully into a crouch. You make an effort to plant your eyes on his chest, while he lets one hand rest between his legs for further privacy. “I would love to see you naked, too.”
Your heart is beating quickly. The speed at which he stripped had seemed extreme to you before, but now you’re feeling hot, and taking your clothes off has never been more appealing. You slip your kimono down one shoulder.
“May I?” At your nod, he leans in slips it the rest of the way down. He lets it fall to the obi at your waist. You had only been wearing a light shirt under it, not expecting anyone to see you. He finds the bottom of your shirt and slips his fingers under it. They tickle your belly for a moment before he lifts the shirt up and over your head and tosses it aside.
Your bare chest rises and falls under his gaze as he stops to appreciate your chest. “About you wanting me to use my hands-”
“You have to take more off, first,” you interrupt.
He smiles cheekily and works at your obi. As he unwraps you like a present, you take your arms out of the sleeves and lean back on your hands, working to keep your breathing slow. Maybe taking everything off at once wasn’t how this went? But as you watch Kyojurou’s muscular form, you can’t help but think that he’s enjoying it, too; he’s taking in the sight of your body so eagerly that simply removing a belt in the meantime is a difficult task. But once he manages it, the rest of your clothes follow easily. Your kimono is splayed out beneath you, and all that’s left is your underwear, which he’s already hooked his fingers into, intent on pulling them down.
It crosses your mind to be embarrassed that they’re already damp, but if he notices, he doesn’t say anything. He slips them down your legs and casts them aside, not looking where they land. You melt under his gaze as he looks lustfully down your body. Placing a hand on each of your knees, he pushes your legs apart. “Okay, he breathes,” finally pulling his gaze away to look you in the eyes. “What next?”
You fidget with your hands over your chest. “Lay down with me?” He follows your request, and settles beside you on your Kimono. You roll to face him and lean your face close to his. His face is only getting redder as you get closer. “Your hand.” When he puts his hand in yours, you guide his palm to your chest. You can feel his pulse through it, and he can definitely feel yours.
You entwine your legs with his nervously as he gently caresses your breast. His eyes close, and he leans his forehead against yours. “So soft...”
You gently guide his hand down from his chest along your side. As you look down, you can see that his thighs are tense; he’s pressing them together, and his dick is swelling. But he’s being very patient as you slip his hand between your legs. Leading his fingers, you press between your outer lips and to your clit. “Here,” you whisper. “Little circles. Be gentle.”
Clumsy isn’t the right word, but he certainly doesn’t know what he’s doing. You have to get him into a rhythm. It’s just on the edge of what you prefer. Pinching your eyes closed, you lean your head into his neck and roll your hips into his touch. He’s very close.
“Faster,” you whimper.
He bristles, pulls his hand away, and sits up with a nervous laugh. “Y/n, I really want to try something.”
His shoot upright made you fall on your face, and the abrupt end of your stimulation is less than ideal. You look up at him like a chastised puppy.
“I want to use my tongue,” he begs, face flushed. “I can move it faster,” he promises. When you don’t answer, he presses, “May I?”
You put your hands over your face and spread your legs. “Please don’t stop without warning me,” you say.
He kneels between your legs and as you peek out from under your hands, you can see that he’s completely hard. He rubs his hands down your thighs and beams at you for a moment before dipping his head low. He kisses your thighs, but he’s too excited to linger. Parting your lips with two fingers, he runs his tongue up from the bottom of your entrance, up you your clit.
You let out a shivery whimper, surprised by his forwardness. He indulges in a few more long licks before you remind him to focus. Tugging on his hair gently, you pull his attention back you your button. He’s quick to take to hint, and soon he is lavishing you with his writhing tongue.
Your breath picks up, and you start to sweat. He really can go faster with his tongue- maybe a bit too fast. Suddenly your mouth gapes, and you let out a helpless whimper as your body shudders and pleasure shoots through you. Your grip on his hair tightens, it doesn’t let up until your orgasm ends.
He’s slowed his pace to a warm, wet lapping, and it keeps making you shiver, dredging up another pang. It’s a little too much. You’re sensitive after coming, but you realize he’s not stopping because you told him not to. Not trusting your voice, you push his face away.
He licks his lips, proud of himself. “Delicious!”
That draws a giggle out of you.
“Did I do it right?” he asks, crawling over you. His body hovers over yours. His erection throbs.
“I just- I just need to... catch my breath,” you huff. “That was a lot.” You drape an arm over your eyes. It’s got to be nerves as much as it was his overzealous stimulation, because your heart is absolutely hammering in your chest.
After a moment, he back off a little, waiting patiently. He plays with himself, stroking lazily as he waits. As you watch him from the shade of your arm, you try to imagine him moving inside you in a way that mirrors how he touches himself. You can see drops of precum gathering on his tip.
“Hey Kyojurou?” you breathe.
He springs to attention, ready to jump on you. But he quickly restrains himself. “Yes?”
“What birth control did you have in mind?”
“I can pull out,” he says confidently.
“Ah.” Yeah. That should work. Why wouldn’t it? You rub your thighs together before spreading them again. Looking away again, you say “I’m ready.”
You hardly get the words out before his body is on top of yours. “I’ll be gentle,” he promises, and you guess it’s as much a reminder to himself as it is for you, because you can hear the hunger in his voice.
You wrap your arms around his neck and stretch your neck up to kiss him. “Thank you.”
The head of his dick brushes between your legs. He rubs against your entrance a couple time, his aim not spot on, before he reaches down to line himself up with his hand. It still take him a little wriggling to get into your entrance; as wet as you are, you’re still nervous. But the head is the hardest part to accommodate. It slips in more smoothly after that, at least for the first few inches.
The stretch that comes with it feels mostly like pressure, but a dull ache makes you whimper and press your face into his neck as he goes deeper.
“... You okay?” he breathes. “I’m not hurting you, am I?”
You move your hips slightly, trying to get comfortable. The pain eases when you wrap your legs around his hips; the angle is better for you. You can feel him tense at the change, and you hug his shoulders tighter, hoping he won’t pull away. “No, I’m okay. Keep going.”
He nods and pushes in further. You’re tantalized by how good you know he can make you feel, but right now it just feels like pressure. As he goes deeper, you know he’s stretching you out. The pressure builds, you fear you’ll reach your limit, but then your hips meet. You realize you were holding your breath, and you let out a sigh of relief. You let your head rest back on the floor.
“You feel better than my hands,” Kyojurou murmurs, the movements of his hips only slight now as he leans in to kiss along your neck. “Does this feel good for you?”
“I think you need to move more,” you hum.
“Yes!” he slowly pulls out of you again, but not all the way. It moves out much more easily than it went in, but it’s not until he strokes back in that you shudder and let out a quiet whimper. “Good?” he asks.
“Good.”
Encouraged, he rolls his hips in and out. He starts out slow, but at your urging, he picks up. Your nails dig into his back, and your thighs tighten around him as he pumps into you, his hips clapping against yours. He’s got nothing but praise for your body, and he’s listening to your sighs and moans intently; obviously he wants to do this right. What started as a light shiver of delight builds. This time it’s not coming suddenly; you can feel a buildup to climax, and you’re eager to meet it.
His skin glistens with sweat; he had been kissing you and nibbling your neck, complimenting your voice and your taste and the feeling of being inside you, but now he’s quiet and he’s buried his face in your neck, and you can hear him growl and grunt as he tries to control himself.
It occurs to you that he’s been holding himself back this whole time, tantalized by your body and all the things you both did. You had already had one orgasm, but he isstill waiting because he wants you to finish. You open your mouth and let out a breathy, “Kyojurou-”
“Y/n,” he whimpers, his pace getting choppier. “If I go any further I’m going to...”
But you tighten your grip around him desperately. “Please finish,” you gasp.
He jerks his head up; you can tell that is exactly what he wanted to hear.
But he’s a good boy, and he pulls out just before your words really hit him. He really doesn’t have time to aim; his cum splatters your stomach, spread by a few stray jerks of his hips. He’s left panting over you, overwhelmed.
Inside, your nerves are like static. You were so close. So close! “I wasn’t done,” you whine.
“I’m sorry,” he breathes. “That felt... so much better than I imagined it would.” His gaze flickers in the direction of the nearest window; there’s not a clear view out of it, but he can tell that it’s not too late in the day. “We’ll just have to try again until we both get there at the same time.”
“That doesn’t sound easy.”
“Not easy at all...” He offers a cheeky smile. “ we’ll certainly need lots of practice.”
A bit of a sequel to my “walking in on Rengoku Kyojurou” post, where y/n addresses what has been seen and you both relieve some tension... This ended up longer than I expected lol. Minors do not interact!
Warnings: unprotected sex
Wordcount: ~2k
You have been avoiding Rengoku since you walked in on him in a compromising position and stared a little (maybe a lot) longer than you should have. You just wanted to help care for the other patients at the Butterfly estate while you were recovering from some injuries, yourself. But after avoiding him all night, the next day, and into the next evening, you realize that you never told anyone you had stopped taking care of him. You better go make amends.
You creep through the halls of the Butterfly Estate, as light on your feet as you have ever been. It has grown dark and quiet- by the time you realized that you should be making sure Rengoku was being fed, it was past dinner time. You will no doubt be in trouble for your negligence if it comes to light and you don’t want Rengoku to think you’re punishing him for your mistake. So you snuck into the fridge and the cabinets, and took enough food to make up for all the meals you skipped- another crime you would be punished for if you weren’t careful.
But to your horror, you hear the object of your negligence before you reach his room. You press yourself flat against the wall and hold your breath.
“... I was wondering if they’re well,” Rengoku is saying.
You hear Shinobu respond. “You should know well enough that y/n is just fine. If I didn’t know any better, I would think you’re just looking for an opportunity to wander.”
“Of course not! I’m just surprised to hear that when...” You think he’s about to tell on you, but he trails off. In the quiet that follows, his stomach growls. “Well, I guess I will go back to my room, then,” he says hastily.
Shinobu hums, unconvinced. You venture to peek your head around the corner and see her leading him back toward his room. You watch their backs as they shrink down the hall.
When you’re certain he should be settled in his room and Shinobu should have left, you creep to his door. You shift all the food you’ve brought into one arm and knock quietly. After a moment, he opens the door and blinks at you. His face lights up with relief. “Is that for me?”
You cringe at his voice- it’s too loud for the level of inconspicuous you were going for, but you can’t just tell a Hashira- let alone one you’ve left waiting for so long- to be quiet. You nod, eyes down.
“Thank you!” he chimes, beaming.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to leave you like that.” You hold out the food- two bowls of soup that had been saves as leftovers, miscellaneous fruit, and several other things you could grab more quickly.
He graciously accepts and you help set all the food out as he sits down to eat. ” Once he’s comfortable, he doesn’t hesitate to dig in. “Mm! Delicious!” You imagine he’d respond that way to just about anything when he’s this hungry. “...I must have embarrassed you. I am very sorry about that.
“It’s okay,” you say hastily. “We, uh, we’ve all been there.”
“Have we?” he asks, blinking at you in surprise. Seeing your cheeks darken at the realization of what you said, he tilts his head. “Would you like to eat with me, y/n?”
Eating is the last thing on your mind, but it’s a good distraction. You find something to munch on.
“I have been stuck here recovering from a serious injury,” he explains, gesturing to his thigh and his side. “Shinobu has banned me from participating in the strenuous activity that makes up most of my training, and I feel extremely restless. Are you in a similar situation?”
You are. You doubt your training was as strenuous as his, but one of the reasons you started helping out with other patients in the first place is because you wanted to do something. You say as much.
“Right! then we are both terribly bored!” He tips his bowl back and drink down the broth. “Delicious!” Setting the bowl aside, he starts on the second bowl, taking breaks from his meal to speak. “And maybe even entertaining ourselves in the same way.”
It takes you a moment to put that in context. Your face heats up. After what you saw... you would be lying if you hadn’t let the image of his sweaty, naked body entertain you. “Are- are you implying...?”
“That we could have sex!” He’s blushing, but he makes the suggestion with confidence. “If you think it would be an effective way to pass the time while we are both recovering, then I am fully on board!”
The way he says it makes you think back and wonder if you accidentally voiced some of your private thoughts. He acts like this was your idea. In reality, it has you reeling. You must have been staring at him like you wanted to eat him when you caught him touching himself. And now you’re just staring again, stunned, as he finishes his second bowl of soup.
He waits patiently for your answer, but when he runs out of food, he cocks his head at you. “Would you rather not?”
“No- I mean, yes, yes, I want to... We can arrange that,” you scramble to say.
He beams. “Then should we start?” He starts to unbutton his pajama top. Your eyes widen as he uncovered his muscular chest. He pats his uninjured thigh gently. “Come sit on my lap. I hope you don’t mind being on top. I usually prefer to, but I don’t think I would have the best leverage with my injuries.”
Your heart is pounding in your chest as you nod and crawl over. You can hardly believe this is happening, and you’re mentally rushing to catch up.
Luckily he seems to know what he’s doing. He unbuttons his pant and pulls you into him lap with a soft grunt. Offering you a friendly smile, he holds you by the hips. “Don’t worry about hurting me, a little bit of bouncing isn’t going to open up my wounds again. Are there any injuries of yours I need to be careful of?”
You bite your lip and nod as you drape your arms around his neck. “There’s a gash on my back, but it’s... it’ll be fine,” you manage to get out.
“I’ll be careful,” he promises, eyes falling half lidded. They slide completely closed as he leans in for a kiss. His lips are soft, and they have a slight salty taste from the soup he just ate. You’re easily drawn in. When your lips part to let out a sigh, he slips his tongue into your mouth.
Your hands explore his chest and abs, avoiding the bandage on his side. There’s plenty available to you even with it there. A little over a day ago, you hadn’t even seen his chest; now you were hoping to memorize the feeling of it. He lets out a soft whimper of approval as your hands move south.
For his part, he’s unbuttoned your shirt, and he’s slipped it down your shoulders. Your lips part, and you breath hard as he kisses along your neck. Maybe you’re not the type to do this kind of thing, to rush in, or to do something so casual. But you can’t so much as feel self-conscious when he holds you. He pulls your now bare chest against his and sucks on your neck. You know he’s going to leave a mark, and your head spins at the thought of the Flame Hashira giving you hickeys. His hand slides down your side and up again before gently grasping your breast. He runs his thumb over your nipple, making you whine.
“I have to admit something,” he says into your neck. “I’ve had my eye on you for a while.”
“I think everyone has their eyes on you,” you respond, at a loss in the face of such flattery.
He chuckles. “Thank you.” The hand he has on your hip pulls you even closer, and you can feel the bulge in his pants. Then, all too abruptly, he lays back. His flaming hair fans out on the bed behind his head, and he reaches for a bottle of lotion on the nightstand. “Normally I’m more patient, but I have been anticipating your arrival all night!” He squirts a generous dollop of lotion in his hand and frees himself from his pants.
But when he goes to stroke himself, you catch his hand. “Let me.” You slip you fingers through his, pressing your palms together and getting a good spread of the lotion on your hand. He opens his mouth in a grin, enamored by you taking charge. You grasp his sizable dick in your slicked hand. It still has a tad more growing to do, and he leans his head back as you run your hand up its length. His sighs and the flush of his skin is getting you just as excited as he is.
“Y/n,” he huffs, laying an arm over his eyes. “No more teasing, please. I need you.”
A tingle runs up your spine. You hastily pull your pants off and toss them aside. He watches you, peeking from under his arm, as you spread your legs over his erection and ease onto it. Your mouth opens, and you pinch your eyes shut as you take him slowly. His hands find your waist and urge you onward. He’s really filling you up; you’re glad he thought to lather himself up, because you would have definitely been too ambitions to try taking him dry. He easily goes deep enough to hit all the right spots, and then, gently, he presses you further, not loosening his grip until your hips meet.
He lets out a heavy sigh of relief that borders on a moan. “...Comfortable?”
It only aches a little. And it gets better as you start to move; the pleasure overtakes any other feeling when you ride him. “Yes,” you gasp.
He rolls his hips to meet you at each bounce, and his hands guide your hips, pushing you until you’re panting and sweating. “Just a little more,” he groans, “Y/n, don’t stop.”
You only manage a whimper and lean forward over him, hands on either side of his head. He takes the opportunity to kiss you again. He purrs praise into your lips, encouraging you to keep fucking him. He’s telling you how gorgeous you are, how good you feel, how badly he’s wanted this.
But you’re struggling to both delay your orgasm and stave off exhaustion. Even with him doing a surprising amount of the work to keep your bodies clapping together with you on top, you’re drenched in sweat and leaning into his chest. When he bites your ear and moans your name, you can’t take it anymore. Your body shivers, your muscles tighten, and ecstasy floods your senses. You hardly have a mind to keep the sounds you’re making low; hopefully no one in the house heard you.
Rengoku keeps rolling your hips, holding you tightly. The added stimulation just layers on top of your orgasm and drags it out until he finally grunts and snaps his hips up into you. You feel his release, and see his face flush and his eye roll back.
Finally, you both collapse into the blankets, breathing hard.
He strokes your thigh absentmindedly and squeezes you, avoiding the gash on your back. “You should sleep with me from now on,” he chuckles. “I think we would both feel much less restless while we recovered.”
You sigh in contentment. Burying your face in his neck tiredly, you murmur, “That sounds good to me.”
The next morning, you two are in for a rude awakening and a long lecture when Shinobu finds out how much you stole from the kitchen AND that you’ve been engaging in some banned strenuous activities.
Sometimes we are all very busy, so maybe you'll appreciate this late Valentine's Day post!
💟 Tengen Uzui gives you a late Valentine's Day Gift💟
You were expecting something flashy, so you were alert all day and even a bit into the evening, but nothing happened.
Maybe his Hashira duties got in the way or he forgot? It's still a huge disappointment. You arrange to spend some time with a friend and have a sleepover to cheer yourself up.
You startle awake to Suma's voice. "There you are!" And then Makio interrupts her, "hey! Don't wake y/n up!"
You're slung over Uzui's shoulder and you hardly have time to get your bearings before he shifts you into his arms. "Too late."
He's got scrapes and bruises, and the wind blows through loose locks of his hair where they've fallen out of his headband. Above your heads is the night sky, and below your feet are the city lights. They look far away- you're on a high rooftop.
You startle and cling to him. You're not as sure footed as his wives! He chuckles and holds you confidently. His eyes and the gems he wears sparkle in the city lights. "I'm sorry I'm late."
"You didn't have to do all this if you were hurt!" Suma cries, holding his injured cheek as Tengen settles down on the roof with you in his lap.
"What kind of god would I be if I couldn't even bless my loved ones on a holiday?" Clearly he doesn't want to linger on it.
You're still a little confused. It's Hinatsuru that explains, "he's been rounding us up all night."
You feel a tinge of guilt. "Did I make it harder for you to find me?"
"It was nothing I couldn't handle," he declares, offering you a winning smile.
Makio leans on his shoulder, and Suma reaches over to cling to his arm. Hinatsuru sits on his other side, and you all cuddle together. It's a warm night, but it's nice to be close.
You're about to ask why you're out here when there is a thunderous rumble in the sky and a flash. Sparks rain down, and fireworks shine brighter than the stars. They glitter and the colors bloom like flowers.
You watch with wide eyes, but your attention is split between the fireworks his handsome face illuminated by their light.
He notices you looking at him, and his expression softens. He leans in and places a soft kiss of your lips. "Happy Valentine's day, y/n." The words are spoken right into your skin. You feel them more than you hear them, and they feel like a secret shared only with you. "I love you."
How about for Demon Slayer a Headcanon about the reader being Tanjiro and Nezuko aunt and legal guardian following their family killed by a demon
Oh this is such a cool idea! Thank you! There's a bit of angst, but also light fluff here as well.
Being Nezuko and Tanjiro's Legal Guardian after the Demon Attack
Maybe you weren't the closest with the family, or you were just out of town, but you were shocked and heartbroken to learn that your family had been killed. Tanjiro's letter arrived before he did with the news that only he and Nezuko had survived.
You took care of the funeral planning while they came to live with you. You didn't initially understand what Tanjiro had said about demons, but you did notice that Nezuko behaved strangely. You were very worried about her hiding from the sun, refusing to eat, and sleeping so often, but when you saw that her health was unaffected, you started to understand.
You held them both close, assuring them that it was okay to cry and mourn, and that you would be there for them. Nezuko, especially clung to you tightly.
Tanjiro cries when Nezuko is asleep: leaning his face into your shoulder. "I should have been able to protect them as their older brother," he whimpers as the tears streamed down. You stroke his hair and wipe his face with a tissue. You understand what it's like to lose siblings, and you wish you could have done more, too. But you assure him it's not his fault. You're happy he and Nezuko are alive, and it's thanks to him that they both are.
You're relieved he doesn't have to go through this alone and that you can be there for him.
When you have all had some time to grieve, Tanjiro asks you about your family and your history, and you bond over telling stories. He and Nezuko listen intently as you talk about the mischief you and his parents would get into, about supporting each other, and making the most of life. Nezuko likes to listen to your stories as she drifts off to sleep with her head in your lap.
It frightens you so much when Tanjiro talks about hunting down the demon who killed his family. You don't want revenge to consume him, or for him to get hurt.
"Aunt y/n... It's not about that. The truth is that I want to help Nezuko become human again."
Even so, you don't want to lose your precious niece and nephew. But you finally relent. Tanjiro leaves to train. He writes to you very often. You hear about his highs and lows. Each time you clutch his letters, you wonder if you did the right thing. Should you be protecting them? But even then you feel pride to hear how he and Nezuko grow stronger each day, help others, and make new friends. You hope with all your heart that they'll come back to you safe and sound.
They finally come home. You feel weak with relief and wrap your arms right around them.
You're almost shocked to hear Nezuko speak. "Aunt y/n, we missed you so much!" She laughs, the sound light and bubbly.
They're quick to comfort you when you cry tears of joy.
I thought this would be a fun one, so... (Suggestive, minors do not interact)
😳You walk in on the Rengoku Kyojuro 😳
He's always covered thoroughly, so when you bring his food to the room where he was healing at the Butterfly Estate and saw him bare-chested and with his hand been his legs, you are not prepared. He's got some bandages on his thigh and side, but they're not much coverage.
He looks just as surprised to see you. "Y/n! Is it dinner time already?" He sounds as enthusiastic as ever, but his face is flushed and his smile is extremely embarrassed. He hastily covers himself with his hands.
Anyone would stare, it's not your fault. He's sitting up in bed with his top open, and it's loose around his shoulders. His chest is rising and falling quickly. The muscles of his core are well defined, and there are a scattering of scars that proclaim how hard he's fought in the past. His thighs are thick and shapely. The blankets are kicked down to the foot of the bed.
His injuries must have been giving him trouble, because he's got a faint sheen of sweat that's catching the light of the setting sun coming in through the window. Wow, so his hair color is natural. You're learning a lot. Probably too much. You should probably stop staring.
"Y/n, wait!" He reaches after you as you turn and scurry out, holding the tray of food like a lifeline.
You hide away for a little bit. There are some questions occurring to you. Why had he gotten out of his pants in the middle of the day to begin with? Why was he so sweaty, when he didn't seem to have trouble moving around? Why was he so flushed already when you stepped in.
You can put things together, of course, but for the sake of his dignity, it might be good to play dumb, especially since he called after you when you left.
I think I'll appear in the tags, now, so I want to introduce myself. I'm Abby, and I'm starting a writing blog. I'm new to the community, so here is my warmest hello!
