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Might as well shove out a random thing in this regard. For our leads in Blue Exorcist, these are the houses I see for them and the reasonings behind them:
Suguro Ryuji: Ravenclaw. Academically focused, smart (good memorization skills and the ability to apply it), will avoid dates in favour of books. Bad temper aside, he's definitely a Ravenclaw.
Kamiki Izumo: Ravenclaw. Focused on her school work, smart, and clever at figuring things out. However, secretly a Hufflepuff deep down (focused on her family and very caring) just wrapped up in a Tsundere package.
Miwa Konekomaru: Gryffindor. Though he's smart enough to be a Ravenclaw, Konekomaru is honestly the bravest member. Rather like Neville in a fashion; the best courage is when you do stuff that terrifies you because it's the right thing.
Moriyama Shiemi: Gryffindor. This gal is brave, able to speak her mind, and push forward with an inexhaustible spirit once she gets past her shy nature. Has some Hufflepuff (caring for friends and great empathy) and Ravenclaw (smart, especially when it comes to plants) in her as well.
Okumura Yukio: Slytherin. Admit it, he's cunning, ambitious, and determined to excel. However, considering the House's bad reputation, bound to beg the Sorting Hat otherwise. If it listens, he ends up in Ravenclaw.
Shima Renzo: Slytherin. Clever, cunning, and resourceful, with a secret desire to be more than what people want and what he chooses instead (see this translation of ch63). Like Yukio he'd ask otherwise (though for other reasons), at which point he'd end up in Hufflepuff for lack of other options and some deep down secrets within him he probably doesn't even know about himself.
Okumura Rin: Hufflepuff. Don't give me the Gryffindor bullshit line, Rin's greatest traits are his loyalty, kindness, and stubbornness (which makes him work extra hard). The fact the House's Dormitories are located next to the kitchen are a plus...and a bit of a trouble causer. The House Elves are supposed to serve the students, the students aren't supposed to cook for themselves! Upset House Elves aside, Rin ultimately is the Hufflepuff.
Oooh, this looked like so much fun and we definitely had fun writing it. Thanks for the prompt Anon!
And so we present Bubble - Ryuji/Renzo.
For others who want to do prompts, reminder that we don’t mind repeating prompts!
The first thing Renzō notices as he slowly slips from unconsciousness is the feeling of wet warmth and callused hands. Furrowing his brows, Renzō tries to figure out how he got here. Last he remembers he was on a mission. Annoyingly hard one where he had to use Yamantaka to his limits…
'Oh, right. I fainted.' Renzō slowly pries his eyes open and he sees…
…yellow. A splash of yellow above him. Blinking rapidly to clear his sight, Renzō finally sees Ryūji above him.
“Finally awake lazybum?” Ryūji has a smile on his face and his hands are gentle so any sting is long gone.
“Yeah…” Renzō looks around and realizes he’s being cradled on Ryūji’s lap.
And they are in the very nice baths of the Torayu. “Heh, why are we alone?”
“I asked Kaa-san to clear it out temporarily.” Ryūji says simply. “She wasn’t adverse to it luckily. But it’s only for tonight.”
Renzō feels his face heat up, since unlike Ryūji he knows that Torako knows about his relationship with her son. Is surprisingly okay with it too.
After she threatened to deman him in the worst way possible if he broke her “baby boy’s” heart.
As Renzō’s mind slowly clears he realizes that not only is he naked, but Ryūji as well. And that there’s something digging into his back that certainly isn’t Ryūji’s knee.
A grin splits his grin. “Taking advantage of my unconscious body, Bon? How…uncharacteristic.”
Ryūji merely raises an eyebrow. “Only advantage I took was getting you cleaned up after your mission and then some.”
Renzō bites his lip, as now Ryūji’s hands are moving slower, pressing a little harder, going into more inappropriate places. Little waves of heat lapping at his core, making him squirm slightly at the sensations. “Ah…I see…”
“It’s been awhile since we’ve had time to ourselves.” Ryūji says, almost conversationally but. Yeah, there it is, the husky rasp that comes out when he’s aroused. Or seducing Renzō.
'I think it's the more the latter here, erection aside.' Renzō licks his lips, breath already picking up speed.
“Uh, yeah…what with missions after missions and then there was that thing where we had to share a little room with a lot of people.” Renzō scrunches his nose just at the mere thought of that incident.
“Yes. But now we are alone.” And now he’s definitely seducing Renzō, hands soft but firm, voice deep and rumbling with a purr on the end.
Renzō’s throat feels quite dry suddenly. “Uh.”
Ryūji chuckles at his poleaxed expression, leaning down to pull him into a warm kiss. Soft and safe, just a hint of tongue and very sweet.
“But…” Ryūji suddenly pulls back slightly. “I don’t think you are clean enough yet.”
'Oh buddha no he doesn't mean—'
But he does, as Ryūji first washes off the remaining suds with the small showerhead, then he’s rubbing more soap up and—
Renzō whimpers as he starts washing him all over again. Not out of fear or upset, but because Ryūji is suddenly everywhere on him, hands, body, even hair. He’s washing everywhere, except for the slowly rising organ in the junction of his legs.
Ryūji pulls Renzō into another soft kiss, but despite Renzō’s desperate whines and attempts to go further he keeps it soft and even a little chaste, not the deep kiss that Renzō desires right now.
And Renzō is still feeling too much like a wet noodle to really fully protest. Not that he hates it, just his impatience kicking in. The fact he’s been under a metaphorical drought in this regard for a little over a month now is not helping.
“Evil.” Renzō pants out, writhing under Ryūji’s ministrations and trying to get him to fucking do him already. “Pure evil.”
Ryūji chuckles and murmurs into Renzō’s ear, “Payback for last time.”
Renzō’s hips practically jump as he suddenly remembers what he did last time and he lets out a soft moan, grabbing at Ryūji’s shoulders but having trouble hanging on thanks to all the blasted soap.
“Ryuu—ji!” Renzō gasps, managing to pull himself up and kiss Ryūji. “Please, oh god please…I’m…”
'Shit.' His senses are swamped by Ryūji’s sheer presence here, his scent and the feeling of his muscles, dammit. He’s just so much there that Renzō’s blood feels like it’s boiling. Something behind his gut tightens and Renzō lets out a soft protesting mewl.
“Ryūji I’m…I…ah!” Renzō squeezes his eyes shut, so freaking embarrassed but but…
He’s going to come. He’s been barely touched, and he’s going to come soon.
Ryūji looks at Renzō writhing on his lap and feels his own desire stir. He’s beautiful in his desperation, cheeks red, mouth open, eyes glazed, and soft, breathy moans filling the air.
But Ryūji holds himself in check. He has his plans after all and he’s experienced enough here, has enough patience, to hold back long enough for it. A slight pull on his balls helps him keep control.
“What is it Renzō, hm?” Ryūji pulls Renzō up a bit and rests the pink-haired monk’s head on his shoulder. “What do you want? You have to tell me Renzō. Can’t do anything until you say something.”
'Sadist.' Renzō swallows, trying to put his thoughts in order. “Ryūji…want…gonna…please. Gonna come please please please…want…”
“You want to come? Okay.”
Renzō’s eyes widen. “Wa—”
Then the freaking shower head is there, the hot water on full blast and right at his penis. Right there, so much heat and water and sensation.
Renzō screams, shuddering and flailing as he finally, finally comes, hips jerking, shattering to pieces, and he’s surprised he doesn’t fall off of Ryūji’s lap. Ryūji just holds him, lets the aftershocks fade and the water wash away his ejection and the last of the suds.
The sensation of hands running through and smoothing his hair makes Renzō open his eyes – when had he closed them? – and meet Ryūji’s eyes.
“Bastard.” Renzō gasps out, but there’s no bile behind it. He feels like jello, and so so good quite suddenly. Basking in the aftermath.
Ryūji pulls him into a deep kiss. It’s powerful, hungry, and Renzō is abruptly reminded of the erection digging into his back. Worse, or perhaps it’s good?, is that this is making his dick stir in interest once more.
One quick glance around the area and Renzō’s finds he’s made his decision on how things are going to go next. It does sound quite tempting to continue this on the stool, but one look at the thing and he knows better to even attempt that. He personally does not want to go to the emergency room and try to explain away any injuries that might happen to the doctors there.
“I think it we could have more fun if we were on the floor y’know.” He says simply, watching Ryūji blink at him before a smirk crosses his face. “Don’t want to fall after all.”
“Have agree with you there.” So he stands, moving to the floor and quietly thankful for the heated floors at the baths. Without them this would probably not be as much fun.
Ryūji stoops, helping Renzō up and making sure he doesn’t trip, since his legs still feel like jello. They don’t move that far away, just enough. He sits down and pulls the pink-haired exorcist down with him.
Renzō’s lips are Ryūji’s in an instant, rougher than the previous deep kiss with their teeth clacking against one another and tongues pushing back for dominance. He leans most of his weight against Ryūji, whose hands seem to be everywhere on him caressing every inch of skin they can get a hold of, stroking up another fire inside of him.
His hand sneak between them, and wraps around Ryūji’s erection stroking it slowly, swallowing his moans with their kiss. Renzō smirks, just loving it when he has the taller man writhing under him and making noises like that. It’s just so much fun to see him lose control when he’s such a stick in the mud at times. It’s quite a turn on honestly.
Ryūji has other plans though, roughly removing Renzō’s hand before he can get him off. Kissing Renzō’s pout, Ryūji stretches carefully to get to the lube he brought in with him. Shifting slightly, he moves Renzō forward and presses his glans to the pink-haired monk’s anus, making his breath hitch.
Renzō whimpers as Ryūji rubs his asshole with his cock, as the action makes his own dick twitch in interest. Then Ryūji shift enough and replaces it with his fingers, having coated them with lube. A gentle nudge, and he slips a finger inside.
Renzō gasps, twitching at the feeling. It’s far from a new feeling, but it’s been long enough that it’s not as easy as it was before. His hands open and close on Ryūji’s shoulders and he buries his face into his left one. Gasping, he does his best to remember how to relax.
It seems to be going well, since soon enough it stops feeling uncomfortable and the finger is removed and replaced with two. The two inside carefully stretch him, the lube helping things get slick and the fingers loosening things up.
Renzō lets out a choked cry when a finger presses into a particular spot. Gripping Ryūji tightly, he starts to move, back and forth, trying to stimulate his already aroused organ.
Ryūji lets out a deep chuckle at that and, using his other hand, manages to push Renzō back and hold him in place. The pink-haired man whines at that, trying to move forward and feel skin on skin, but Ryūji still keeps him contained.
Renzō presses his face into Ryūji’s shoulder, trembling as Ryūji removes and replaces the two fingers with three of them, still stretching slowly and carefully.
“You like this.” Ryūji purrs, getting a soft gasp from Renzō when he presses his fingers against his prostate. “Love being teased and tormented until you break and can’t think at all.”
Renzō bites back a moan and shakes under the pleasure running through him, slowly shutting down his brain. 'Dammit, dammit he's right, why does he always have to be—'
“Aah!” Renzō cries out as Ryūji presses firmer inside, at the same time wrapping his hand around Renzō’s dick, gentle, warm pressure all around. Renzō breaks out in a sweat, panting.
Ryūji looks at Renzō’s flushed face, his open mouthed expression of pleasure. And quite suddenly his patience starts to run dry. His own dick feels as hard as a rock at this point, dripping with pre-cum and demanding to be satiated.
With that in mind, Ryūji pulls out his fingers – ignoring Renzō’s gasp – and shifts their positions. Renzō makes a strangled noise as he slowly sinks on to Ryūji, feeling his body open up for the Dragoon.
Ryūji shifts to cradle Renzō between his legs, settling down into a more comfortable position for both of them. He rests his hands on Renzō’s hips and waits for the Knight to calm down, rubbing soothing circles on his slick skin.
Renzō slowly opens his eyes, gasping for breath. His hair sticks to his skin and he shakes his head slightly, sending drops of sweat out. “Ryuu—ji. I…” He inhales sharply, hissing out his breath in a half moan. “Mo-oove…please.”
Ryūji swallows dryly, shifting slightly and taking a firmer hold of Renzō’s hips. He lifts him up with a careful hand going slow, then brings him down, making Renzō cry out. Ryūji sets a messy pace after that, lifting and shoving him down on top of his cock over and over again. Sparks of mind numbing pleasure rush through Renzō’s body each time.
His hands scramble around the muscular body, going from his stomach up to his chest caressing, scratching at his skin until landing on his shoulders. He pushes his mouth against Ryūji’s neck, moaning out his name and begging him to move faster and drowning in the feeling of having his boyfriend inside him after so long.
Ryūji’s hips start to move faster with rough jerks as he feels himself getting close to losing it, and this makes Renzō whimper and moan on top of him. He pants, squeezing the Renzō’s hips tighter and tighter with each passing second as the hot heat coils inside his lower stomach.
“F-fuck!” He chokes into Renzō’s shoulder, his hips jerking up as he comes and squeezes his eyes shut as a sharp electricity rushes through his body.
Renzō whimpers, feeling Ryūji losing himself inside of him in a familiar hot flash. He pants and starts to move himself up and down faster while Ryūji wraps his hand around his erection sluggishly, watching his expression as he helps him along.
And in a flash of hot white pleasure Renzō groans, feeling himself come undone and dissolve into pleasure.
They collapse onto the heated floor, Ryūji holding Renzō against his chest as they pant helplessly against one another. They kiss, in a sloppy but blissful manner, enjoying the pleasant buzz that spreads through them. Carefully Renzō slides Ryūji out of him, rolling off of him on to the floor but stays at his side. The other man wraps his arm around Renzō’s shoulder, pulling him close and burying his nose in his sweaty hair.
“That…that was great.” Renzō grins, laughing tiredly.
“Y-yeah.” Ryūji agrees, rubbing his nose against his hair. “It’s been too long honestly.”
An agreeable hum comes from the Knight who yawns sleepily, setting his head on Ryūji’s shoulder. He could honestly fall asleep right then and there, happy and comfortable. Ryūji on the other hand shifts a bit, holding back a yawn before sitting up.
“We should get cleaned up again and get outta here.” He points out. “Don’t want to over stay our welcome after all.”
“Mmm yeah I guess but I’m so comfy.” Renzō whines. “I don’t wanna leave.”
Ryūji snorts. “Really? You’d rather stay here than continue things in our bedroom?”
Renzō blinks at that pushing himself up to sit, feeling more energized. “Well now that you say that I guess I don’t want to.” He grins a bit at Ryūji. “Alright let’s go finish up, then we’ll go have more fun.”
The taller man leans down, capturing his lips in a soft kiss, agreeing with Renzō’s plan completely.
Someone going by KarmaStrike on AO3 asked for some Rin/Konekomaru loving and we are hardly going to say no! Things just got delayed due to the holidays, but now it's all done!
Since no prompt was attached, LP decided to put it with #31 - Perspective.
Hope you enjoy!
Konekomaru is really trying not to look but...
...well, it's very hard to do so, especially in his current position. Which is being confronted with way too much pale skin over hard muscles and ohmygod he's touching it.
It started so simply really. Rin complained of backpains and Konekomaru had somehow blurted out how he knows how to give a massage. And so now here he is, faced with an almost completely naked Rin.
Konekomaru swallows hard, then sets back to work at digging the kinks out of Rin's back. He's been worked to the bone lately with missions. So has Konekomaru to be fair, but as an Aria and Strategist he stays in the back and chants, directs the others into position. Rin's right in the thick of it as a Knight and as the Son of Satan he gets some of the messiest and most dangerous jobs.
So does Konekomaru by default. Somehow the higher ups got into their heads that Konekomaru can control Rin. Which is admittedly not too far from truth. More has to do with the fact they are friends and can trust each other.
The fact that Konekomaru has been harbouring a secret desire to be more than friends since high school is well...
...a big complication when one is trying to keep hands gentle and in appropriate places right now.
It does not help that Rin's skin is silky smooth or the purring. Dammit, Konekomaru didn't know Rin could purr and yet here he's purring and ohmygod it's the sexiest thing he's ever heard, barring the breathy sighs that sometimes come out as well.
Konekomaru shifts his position, his pants feeling a little tighter than they should. 'Dammit, dammit, dammit. Should have kept my big mouth shut.'
Them being alone in this room is not helping. Maybe if Ryūji had stuck around...but no. He had to be an ass and walk out with a grin on his face, a clap on the back, and a whispered “good luck”. Asshole, seriously. One of the few times Konekomaru finds himself agreeing with Rin in regards to how he sees Ryūji.
“Thanks for doing this.” Rin pips up with a soft sigh. “It's really nice.”
Konekomaru blinks at that, feeling his cheeks get a bit hotter and wondering how that is possible. He shakes his head a little, trying to focus on answering Rin back.
“It's really no problem. I'm happy to help out if it makes you feel better.” He smiles a bit. “But I do have to admit you're pretty tense.”
“Ah yeah...” Rin shifts a bit at that. “Missions are just sort of stressing me out more than usual, that's all.”
Konekomaru can't help but nod his head at that, understanding a little bit. “I don't blame you there, they do tend to send you out on the tougher missions...Not exactly fair if you ask me.”
“Ah it's nothing I'm not use to.” Rin shrugs his shoulders. “This really helps out a lot you know.”
“I guess but still not fair...” The aria sighs a bit, shaking his head. “Anyways can you lie down for the next part? A bit hard to get your lower back like this.”
And right then and there Konekomaru felt like really punching himself for how freaking easy it was to say that! It feels as if his face is going to burn off with the blush that has taken its place on his cheeks...hell he's sure his ears are bright red too and prays Rin does not look back. It's awkward enough that they are are sitting on his bed...having him lie down...
“Oh yeah sure give me a second.” Rin lies down on his stomach without another thought, and grabs a pillow to set his head down on while also hug it. “There we go...is that better?”
Konekomaru covers his face with his hands trying not to have a panic attack or worse in front of Rin. He takes a few deep breaths, trying his best to calm himself before letting out a “Yep that's fine!” in a squeak. It takes just about everything in him to straddle the half-demon's hips and start the massage again, pretty sure his brain is about to explode inside his head.
'This is too much...' He thinks starting at Rin's shoulders once more, before slowly moving down. 'Way too much. I'm gonna die...and it's going to be Bon's fault...'
“That's good then.” Rin shifts a bit when he feels Konekomaru move down his back, and seems to tense as his hands get lower. “Is there anything else I can do to help you with this?”
The pillow he's lying on muffles his voice a tiny bit but not enough the small aria can't understand him. He shakes his head, despite knowing Rin cannot see it taking a deep breath as he massages his back.
“N-no you're fine.” He answers, glad to hear only just a tiny bit of a stutter. Shows that he does have control...sort of. Konekomaru knows better since he's sweating from how nervous he is and his hands are shaking ever so slightly as they touch Rin's skin.
He loves the way it feels under his finger tips, the way his muscles move each time Rin shifts and flexes under him. It's oddly tantalizing knowing how strong Rin is personally and yet being on top of him without much trouble.
Konekomaru moves his hand across Rin's back, accidentally hitting his tail with the heel of his hand. The half-demon jolts at the slight touch and a muffled groan reaches the aria's ears making him freeze. He swallows thickly, the thought that the barest touch made Rin react like that ringing in his mind...and it didn't sound like a bad one. Konekomaru knows a demon's tail is super sensitive to touch, but always thought that in a negative sense seeing as that is the only way it was proven before is by having Rin's tail pulled or hit.
Now however it's clear it's a bit different.
Gulping Konekomaru rubs his thumb against the base of Rin's tail gently, earning him shiver and a moan from him. He glances up at the half-demon seeing his face is still in the pillow, maybe a bit more than before but doesn't seem like he wants him to stop. So with a bit of courage he wraps his hand around the tail and begins to stroke it.
The effect on Rin is instant. His body goes ridged, only to quickly relax with no tension to be seen in his muscles. The more he touches the tail the more vocal Rin becomes with moans and groans coming forth making Konekomaru go further. The half-demon's hips move, almost grinding against the bed for friction or at least that's what he's assuming.
He gulps, licking his lips and stops as he watches Rin's reaction and realizing his pants are far too tight now.
Rin's tail wraps around Konekomaru's arm tugging at his wrist and makes him yelp in surprise.
“Why...why did you stop?” Rin's turns his head a bit on the pillow so he is no longer hiding his face. He looks from the corner of his eye to see Konekomaru. From where he sits he can see the half-demon's cheeks are a bright red and he's panting. “Keep going, feels good.”
Koneko swallows, a little whine escaping. “I...I...um...”
Rin's face softens into a smile. “It's alright Konekomaru. Just...” Rin blushes and his tail tugs at Konekomaru's arm again.
'Oh.' Everything clicks suddenly and all those nice things Rin said and did suddenly make a lot more sense than just Rin being oblivious as usual. Well, apparently he was.
But not in the way Konekomaru thought.
“Okay.” And Konekomaru puts both of his hands on Rin's tail and strokes. The moan that erupts from Rin's throat is embarrassing to the half-demon, who buries his head into the pillow.
Konekomaru's throat is dry. “Don't...don't hide. Please.”
A blue eye peeks at him, but Rin relaxes his grip on the pillow. And Koneko starts moving up and down on the tail, petting it and stroking it. A bit of creativity has him pressing his finger into the tip and then give it a light pinch.
The loud, pleasurable sounds that Rin makes are encouraging, as are the movements of his hips, the shudders and twisting he does. Konekomaru keeps stroking the tail, the smooth fur feeling nice against his hands. Rin gets louder and shudders at a particularly caress.
'I... no way he's going to...' Konekomaru slowly realizes just what the increasing loud sounds and squirming signals.
A few seconds after Konekomaru thinks that, Rin suddenly goes silent, takes in a deep breath and then shudders with a keen escaping his lips.
Rin had come. Just from Konekomaru playing with his tail. Holy shit.
The tail slips from Konekomaru's frozen hands. The small monk can only stare, breathless and with a very hard problem in his pants.
Rin doesn't move for a moment that stretches into an age, then suddenly he does. Fast as only a demon can be, Rin's suddenly switched their positions and now Konekomaru is in Rin's lap.
Rin tilts the embarrassed monk's head up. He's smiling down at him, looking flushed and quite happy. “Looks like I'm not the only idiot around, uh?” He says with a shrug, sharing the joke with Konekomaru.
The smaller man smiles back, still red and embarrassed. “Um. Yes.”
Rin's eyes trail down, darkening with lust as he sees Konekomaru's prominent problem. His hands are now on top of it and Konekomaru squeaks, putting his hands on the knight's shoulders for balance. Rin doesn't do anything for a moment, just waits.
Konekomaru finally realizes through his haze that Rin's waiting for permission. The very thought makes him dizzy. “Yes. Just...I'm close.” Konekomaru whispers, embarrassed.
Rin smiles and gives Konekomaru a kiss. Simple, but soon deepens ever so slightly with the hints of tongue there. Rin pulls that with a grin, then undoes Konekomaru's pants. Konekomaru hisses as the zipper goes over his erection. Rin pauses to lift Konekomaru up a bit, to allow him to shimmy out of his pants. That leaves just his boxers, dark and stained at the front with his pre-come.
Rin's hands are gentle as he reaches in there and...
“Ah!” Konekomaru can't help the sound that escapes his throat, as the very touch is like electricity shooting through him. “Rin I--”
“Shh.” Rin's voice is soft and he presses a kiss to Konekomaru's lips. “I get it. Let go.”
Hand on slick, hard flesh, moving up and curling over, a few more touches and Konekomaru is undone. He cries out, embarrassed for how easy it was, but then he sees Rin's face.
Rin is looking at him like some kind of miracle, eyes wide and cheeks flushed. It's...flattering in a weird way, that just that amazes Rin beyond anything else.
“Um...” Konekomaru is at a lost for words on what do afterwards.
Rin doesn't say anything, just pulls Konekomaru up for another kiss, then stands up, still carrying Konekomaru. “Clean up, then bed.” Is all he says, but Konekomaru doesn't argue.
Especially since the glint in Rin's eyes and a certain something he can just feel down below suggests more than just bathing will happen.
And Konekomaru is certainly not going to say not to that.
