#miruko smut

[robinsomega]

miruko/rumi in rut x reader

this is a drabble for rumi in rut, i might make this a full length thing at some point but... here are my thoughts. it's by no means perfect this took me 15 minutes i am simply here to dump my opinions about rumi turning me into her cumdump idk what else there is to say. also male rabbits actually don't go into ruts so you can ignore that or think of this as an abo fic, either works

content warnings: rumi has a dick, breeding kink, mentions of reader getting pregnant/carrying her kids, idk just lots of cum, i think that's it lmk if anything else needs to be tagged

thinking about rumi in a rut and the only thing she wants to do is fuck a baby into you... sharing her rut with her would be absolutely insane, because she literally won't stop until she's sure you're filled with as much cum as she can possibly stuff into you before either of you are able to sleep, her rut pushing her on to the point she can't even feel the overstimulation over the physical urge she has to get you knocked up carrying a litter of her kittens. just the thought of how you'd look stuffed full and carrying her kits has her hips picking up speed even further, jackrabbiting right into your wet heat. (pun slightly intended) by the time she's decided you're as stuffed as she can get you, the entire lower half of your body is numb and shaking. you don't know how many times she dumped a load in you but you do know how heavy your stomach feels, filled to the absolute brim. you don't know how you're going to last until the end of the week when this is only the second day.

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[urmomspersonalwhore]

Icing to a Cake

MINORS DNI

-Rumi/Reader, NSFW, cunnilingus, strap use, lingerie, slight degrading, etc…

“Such a pretty doll for me.”

Kinktober 5

It was late at night, and you were craving attention from your wife. She had been in her office, working at the headquarters. You were attempting to sleep but failed, so you flipped your body. Getting up and changing into a beautiful white lace lingerie. Walking back to the bedside table, you grabbed your phone. Snapping some pics of yourself in the mirror, sending it to the rabbit hero alongside some texts;

“Miss you” and “Come Home soon”

Her phone lit up from a notification, the Rabbit’s red hues glancing at it. She moved her hand away from the computer and to the device, she opened her messages. Pupils are being blown out, eyes intensely scanning the photos. She always adored lingerie, it was like icing to a cake she said

You saw the bubble pop up, and then disappear. This happened at least 3 times, until she typed, “Be a princess and wait for me.” a blush crawled through your cheeks, and you got comfortable on the bed.

It wasn't long before you heard the shuffle of keys and the door being closed.

Mirko walks into the room, pupils blown out as her red eyes scan your body up and down. She walked towards you, getting on the bed as she crawled.

Once her body towered over you, her hands forcefully separated your thighs, glaring at the dark patch at the center of the beautiful laced underwear. She looked up at you with her fangs flashing a pearly white smile.

“My good girl, I'll reward you for being so patient.”

She flipped you over onto your stomach, hands on your hips to have your ass up in the air. Despite it being called a reward, she drew a smack to them, soon after soothing it with her hand.

You hadn't even notice that she had put on her strap, so when she rubbed it against your dripping folds, you had made a small Yelp of suprise. The rabbit hero didn’t even wait for you to adjust and already started pounding into your cunt. She grunted into your ear, slapping your ass from to time.

“Such a pretty doll for me.” Rumi managed to say between groans, her hands holding your hips. You erupted a loud sob, her cock hitting a sweet spot of yours. Tears streamed down your face from her abuse. It wasn’t long before you came, she panted like a dog in heat. Flipping you back onto your spine and trailed kisses down to your wet pussy. The rabbit lifted your thighs to rest on her shoulders as she began to lick every drop possible. She hummed at the delightful taste, getting up as she smiled. A bit of cum dripping from her chin,

“Want another round?”

©urmomspersonalwhore — please do not copy, repost or translate onto any other platforms without my permission.

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[creative-crybaby]

Greener Grass

PAIRING: Usagiyama Rumi (Miruko) x fem!reader

GENRE: smut (18+)

Minors DNI

TAGS + WARNINGS: light nipple play, fingering, masturbation (f), face riding, oral (f receiving) squirting, cum eating, manhandling, praise kink, spanking (like, once)

Let me know if I missed anything.

WORD COUNT: 2.4k

SUMMARY: You're quick to anger when an Internet troll talks down about your girlfriend, and it's up to her to remind you not to waste your time on losers like him.

© creative-crybaby, do not repost or modify

You’re curled up on the couch when Usagiyama returns from her daily run.

The position you’re in is less than comfortable. You’re hunched over, phone in hand, and far too close to your face than any eye care professional would recommend, your brows furrowed. The rabbit hero keeps her gaze on you as she heads to the kitchen, grabbing some water from the fridge.  

“Babe,” she calls out, though you don’t answer, too engrossed in whatever seems to be making your blood boil on your device. Leaning on the kitchen island, Usagiyama takes a few sips as she continues to watch you. “You good—”

“I can’t believe this guy!”

Your sudden outburst makes your girlfriend blink in surprise, setting her water bottle on the kitchen island before joining you on the couch. 

“What guy?” The Pro Hero quirks a brow at your ferocious typing, your thumbs aggressively hitting the screen as you mumble curses under your breath. With a frustrated huff, she snatches your phone from your grip. “What’s got you so heated?”

Despite your apparent anger, you go quiet once your girlfriend has your device, watching her crimson eyes glide across whatever is on the screen.

When her focus returns to you, you’re in a curled-up position, knees to your chest as you hug your legs. Your brows remain creased in guilt, your lips forming a pout as you avoid meeting Usagiyama’s gaze. You look like a kid about to get scolded by her parent.

“Some asshole troll kept talking shit about you on social media,” you finally grumble. “Kept calling you ‘mid’ and saying you were just in the top five for some ‘woke’ agenda.” Your body language opens back up as you face her, your expression returning to one of anger. “I couldn’t let that slide, Rumi! Like, what does he know anyway? You’re out there keeping everyone safe while he whines about not getting his dick wet! And you know he wouldn’t say anything like this about Hawks or Endeavour, or—”

“Exactly.”

You shut your mouth, blinking at your girlfriend as she leans back. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Usagiyama holds your phone to your face. “What does he know anyway?” When you don’t respond, she continues. “Do you know who he is?”

You shake your head. “No.”

“Right, his username is just a bunch of numbers.” The Pro Hero’s words make you press your lips into a thin line, and she places your phone on the coffee table. “He doesn’t even have the balls to show his face on the internet.”

Her eyes narrow as she smirks at you, slowly crawling on the couch to trap you against the armrest. Usagiyama’s still somewhat messy from her run, sweat cascading down her forehead and body, but you aren’t the least bit disgusted. If anything, you find yourself in a trace, your gaze following one of the droplets down her collarbone to the valley of her breasts and disappearing behind her sports bra. 

“Rumi…” you swallow, pushing some loose strands of her hair out of her face as a distraction. If your girlfriend caught you staring, she doesn’t comment, instead leaning forward to nudge her nose against your cheek.

“You know what I think?” she muses, her lids drooping. “I bet that troll’s some jobless loser living in his mom’s basement, meanwhile,” Usagiyama brings one of her muscular thighs to settle between yours, “I get to come home after a long day of being the number five Pro Hero to my pretty, pretty girlfriend.” She kisses you, holding you in place with her fingers tipping your chin. You moan, and she pulls away with an airy laugh. “I think I��ve hit the jackpot here.”

And with that, the hero’s lips are back on yours, the kiss far deeper and hungrier. You’re more receptive this time, wrapping your arms around her neck and pulling her closer as she nuzzles her thigh further between yours. A mewl escapes your throat as her tongue dances with yours, your hips grinding against her knee.

When your girlfriend pulls away, you pout. “What did I do to deserve your teasing?”

She copies your expression before snickering, shifting to settle between your legs and licking her lips upon catching sight of your soaked panties. Flipping your skirt to rest on your waist, Usagiyama takes her time sliding her hand up your thigh until it finally reaches where you need it most. Your hips are already lifting for her touch, but she just chuckles again as she rips your underwear off your body. You gasp, not given a chance to protest before she speaks.

“So wet,” the Pro Hero muses, her fingers dancing across your slit. “Guess arguing with creeps on the internet riles you up in more ways than one.”

“No!” You shiver when she brushes against your clit, legs spreading further apart subconsciously. “It’s just you—you did this. You did this and you know it!”

Your flustered state has your girlfriend throwing her head back in laughter, her lids drooping as she calms down and returns her gaze to you. 

“You’re so fucking cute,” she says lowly, slamming her lips against yours as she slides a finger into your heat. You mewl into the kiss, your brain foggy as you share oxygen with your lover. It doesn’t help that she’s curling her digit inside you just the way you like it, dragging it across your walls and immediately finding that sweet spot that makes your clit jump. Broken moans seep out your mouth as she creates a rhythm, soon adding another finger as she nibbles on your bottom lip. 

“More, please,” you manage to mumble. “Need more, Rumi…”

Usagiyama continues massaging your insides as she pulls away from the kiss, grinning at you with pride. “Since you asked so nicely.”

Her lips find your neck, leaving their mark on your skin with the help of her teeth as her fingers fuck you with abandon. You throw your head back with a wail, hips trembling as your lover bullies your sweet spot. It’s no surprise when the coil in your belly is only a hair away from snapping, and having words of praise and encouragement purred into your ear just about does the trick.

Your orgasm hit you before you could prepare yourself. Body stiffening, you let out a silent cry as your jaw falls open. You can’t even close your legs with your girlfriend sitting between them, her unoccupied hand on your thigh to keep it in place.

“Good, good,” she coos, planting a soft kiss on your pulse. “Oh, what a good girl you are~”

Her pace only falters once you find your voice, your pleas for her to slow down reaching her ears and eventually pulling her slick-coated fingers out of your throbbing cunt. Usagiyama rubs your thigh as you catch your breath, your vision hazy as you watch her suck your essence off her digits. Her crimson eyes don’t leave yours as she does so, and you let out an airy moan.

Your gaze then falls to her chest, and your hand tugs on her sports bra. 

“Your turn,” you mumble, peering at the rabbit hero. “Gotta thank you for your service.”

She snickers at your words, but complies, yanking the somewhat sweaty garment over her head and chucking it somewhere in the living room. Your eyes light up at her nudity, your hand gliding up and down her body, tracing the outline of her abs and tweaking at her nipple. 

Your girlfriend sighs in contentment. “Can’t go a day without coppin’ a feel, huh?”

“You’re one to talk,” you pout without stopping your actions. “Can’t go a day without slapping my ass like some pervy old man.”

“You’ve got a cute ass,” she argues jokingly, soothingly rubbing the area as if for good measure or a silent apology. “Can’t help it.”

“I said I like being spanked, not smacked so hard that I’m sent flying higher than Hawks.”

Your exasperated whine makes Usagiyama coo, though you don’t hear any remorse as she returns to burying her nose into the crook of your neck. 

“You’re not helping your case here,” she purrs, and you can feel her smirking against your skin. “So damn cute, aren’t you? Your face, your expressions, your sounds,” she pulls back to look at you, her hands slipping off her leggings and panties from her body, “I could just eat you out.”

Still recovering from your release, you offer a nervous chuckle, your gaze on her fully nude figure. “You mean eat me up?”

“I meant what I said.” Not a second later, the Pro Hero lifts you from your spot to bend you over the armrest with her lying on the couch, her face between your legs and inches away from your cunt. “Ready, honey?”

“Huh—” You hardly have time to process what just happened before she yanks you down to sit on her face, her mouth immediately getting to work by making out with your weeping pussy. Moans and gasps fly past your lips from her ministrations, and it doesn’t help that she mocks your sounds, the vibrations attacking your clit and setting your body on fire. You lift your torso from its hunched position, struggling to shift from its spot. “Wait—”

“I got you.” Usagiyama’s words come out muffled, what with her mouth being occupied, though she seems to catch your struggle; lifting you once more, she keeps you splayed open for her with your knees on the armrest and your body holding itself up. 

You’re still wearing your skirt, yet you catch your girlfriend’s rabbit ears poking out from between your legs, the soft fur tickling your inner thighs. With one hand on the back of the couch for balance, the other strokes the long ears, earning you a choked groan from the hero. 

Daring to take a peek, you glance over your shoulder to find Usagiyama’s fit body splayed across the couch, one of her hands toying with her cunt. The sight only worsens the heat in your lower belly, and you find your hips grinding in tandem with your lover’s skillful tongue. 

“Lemme help you,” you pant, keeping your gaze on her display. “Just lemme turn around and—”

You don’t get to finish your sentence as the rabbit hero’s muscular arm hooks over your thigh to hold you tighter in place, the hand between her legs not stopping as she guides your hips to drag harder against her mouth. 

If you were a mess before, you’re an absolute lust puddle now, shocks from your cunt shooting throughout your body and shutting your brain down. Your guilt for not being able to pleasure her disappears—all you know is to beg for more. All you can do is beg for more. 

“Rumi!” you squeal, her tongue fucking into you while she drags your puffy clit against her nose. Despite the discomfort it brings your neck, your head remains turned as you watch your girlfriend pleasure herself, her abs occasionally flexing as she finger fucks her cunt. 

Meanwhile, you’re sliding a hand up to your chest, tugging and flicking at your nipple, chasing your high as Usagiyama’s moans go straight to your sensitive pussy. Bless her for holding you up—your legs could give out at any moment. 

“Cum on my tongue, honey,” she rasps beneath you, the squelching of her cunt growing louder as her fingers deepen their thrusts. “Make a fucking mess and let all of Japan know who’s responsible.”

You can’t refuse her even if you want to. Not that you do want to, not when she’s harshly sucking on your clit and showing you the stars and planets while setting your body ablaze. 

And the waterworks—not just the tears prickling your waterline, but the gushes of clear liquid soaking the hem of your skirt, the couch and no doubt, your girlfriend’s face. You can hear her drawn-out moan even with your heart pounding at your ribs, though you can’t tell if it’s from your taste or her having reached her high. Either way, the vibrations further fuel your orgasm, elongating it and making your legs give out.

Your eyes were crossed, too, apparently, though you didn’t realize it until your vision returned to normal. You feel your body carefully being brought down to lie on your stomach. When you turn to face the rabbit hero, you find her already sitting up on the couch, her legs spread apart as she licks your juices from her lips and chin. Matching her position, you reach for her hand, the one she used on herself, and wrap your lips around the slick-stained digits, sucking them clean while your eyes flutter shut at the savoury taste. 

“That’s my girl,” she smirks. Her fingers slip out with a pop, grimacing as you sit on a wet spot on the couch. Usagiyama pulls you into her side, wrapping a muscular arm around your shoulders. “Not so fired up now, are you?”

You hum, brows pinched together as you nuzzle against your partner. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

The Pro Hero barks a laugh before scooping you into her arms and standing up from the couch. The sudden movement makes you yelp, clinging onto your girlfriend even tighter. 

Nevermind that.” Usagiyama’s marching to the bathroom before you know it, her energy in full tact like the past several minutes never happened. Even in her hold, your legs feel like jelly. “I still have a shower I need to take.”

“But the couch…” you can only whine an excuse.

“Nothing we can’t clean it later,” the Pro Hero dismisses, not even bothering to look back. She keeps her hold on you with one arm to open the bathroom door before carrying you inside. “Hell, we’ll get a new one if we gotta.”

Settling you on the toilet, your girlfriend gets to work by getting the water running in the shower. Her hair is still in her high ponytail from her run, and you watch with a tired smile as she frees the snowy strands from their constraint. 

“You owe me new panties,” you buzz, checking to see if you can stand. Successfully on your feet, you then find Usagiyama before you.

“Yeah, with all that hero money I got?” she muses, helping you undress. “Do you even need em when you’re home? They’ll just get in my way.”

Now that you're fully nude, your girlfriend takes the opportunity to slap your ass. You yelp, and she laughs at your reaction before leading you to the shower, pushing you against the wall as soon as you’re both in. 

The water is warm, caressing your skin with droplets upon droplets, yet Usagiyama’s gaze is more than enough to make you shiver.

You smile coyly. “Hi.”

“Hey,” she smirks, her hand trailing up your inner thigh. “You know I wasn’t done with you, right?”

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[schrodingers-romy]

Silver-Tongued Devil [Usagiyama Rumi x Reader]

Pairing: Usagiyama Rumi x AFAB!Reader

Summary: You somehow end up as the sacrifice for an incompetent cult. The demon they summon is not at all what they nor you expected.

Warnings: Kidnapping. Cults. Reasonably graphic depictions of violence and blood. Reader is injured (not extensively) but healed. AFAB reader; genitals are referred to by fem terms but no other gendered terms are used. Graphic Smut (MDNI). Strength Kink. Cunnilingus. Weird demon tongue. idk.

Word count: ~3,200

Notes: 3rd fic for Strange Lovers (my little monster!character x reader series for October)! Please ignore this was a day late i had such writer's block for this and i don't know why. I'm not sure if this is good or not honestly I just want to not have to look at it anymore. Mdni banner template from @/cafekitsune

[Ao3 Link]

I have the absolute worst luck, you thought to yourself.

Perhaps you had broken multiple mirrors in the past. Did breaking multiple mirrors mean the seven years of bad luck was worse, or was the period of bad luck just longer?

You supposed it didn’t really matter, but how else would you end up like this: hogtied and gagged in the middle of a red painted pentagram, surrounded by what sounded to be frat boys in cult getups.

One of the little fuckers had ambushed you on your way home with a handkerchief soaked in chloroform. Next thing you knew, you were tied up in the middle of the woods, surrounded by a bunch of college kids in dark robes chanting Latin.

You had no idea why you specifically were picked. You had a feeling it was just because you were the first person they had been able to grab; you weren’t sure whether that was better or worse than being specifically chosen.

So far, they hadn’t done anything to you other than knock you out and tie you up. Unfortunately, at least one of them must have been really good with rope, because you couldn’t budge an inch. All your screaming amounted to nothing more than a few quiet, unintelligible sounds through the gag. And just because they hadn’t done anything major to hurt you yet, doesn’t mean they wouldn’t. They had no problem with kidnapping you; you doubted your purpose in their demonic ritual summoning or whatever was just sitting there looking distressed.

The chanting had been going on for what felt like hours; yet however boring it was, your anxiety kicked back up drastically when they stopped.

The cultists stopped circling, and turned to face you. One of them, presumably the leader because of his unique blood-red rope belt, stepped forward until he stood right in front of you, close enough to kick if you had the freedom to do so (which unfortunately you didn’t, no matter how much you tried).

In a loud, booming voice, he started up another chant, different from the first. And then he pulled out a wicked looking blade from the shadows of his robes.

You tried to get away; you tried to scream. You could feel your muscles straining against the ropes, but they wouldn’t shift. The gag kept your voice to a mumble even as you tasted iron in your throat from your shrieks.

It was all futile. He crouched down, holding the knife above you; the blade glinted red in the light of the fire. You squeezed your eyes shut, bracing for pain.

The stabbing you expected didn’t happen, but you were not spared from agony. He roughly cut away the fabric of your shirt around your stomach, exposing it to the night air; his canvas.  Slowly, excruciatingly, he began to carve a shape onto your skin; some sort of crescent moon, maybe; you weren’t sure, too busy screaming from the burning pain of it.

When the knife finally paused, you sobbed in relief. It still burned; you could feel the blood flowing and dripping onto the ground, both too-cool and too-warm feeling at once. But at least there were no new wounds made.

You drifted in and out of awareness, missing the cult’s final chants, but you did not miss the culmination of the ritual.

Once the final words were spoken by the robed figures, a violent bolt of lightning lit up the forest blinding white. The thunder followed immediately after, so loud it caused your ears to ring.

Your eyes took a minute to readjust to the dim light of the torches, and then you saw her.

You noticed two things about her right away: one, she was beautiful; two, she was utterly inhuman.

Her general figure was humanoid…if humans were seven feet tall. Her skin was a human shade of brown, yet her eyes were crimson red with slit pupils. Her broad, almost cocky, grin revealed shining white fangs. Her hair was pure white, hanging around her face in long braids. It was interrupted by the curling black horns emerging from her skull, and the rabbit-like white ears springing from the sides of her head.

She only wore draping gold jewelry, which seemed to drip down her body like liquid, covering her most private parts delicately. This allowed you full view of her muscles. She was built like a Greek statue: thick arms, prominent abdominal muscles, and thighs that could probably crush a man’s skull like a grape.

She radiated power. If you weren’t writhing on the ground in pain like a tortured worm, you would be cowering.

The cultists do cower a little, trembling in their robes. Finally, the one with the red belt steps forward.

“O Great Miruko, High Demon of the Moon, please accept this humble offering,” he said, gesturing to where you lay. “As per the summoning, we only request one day of obedience in exchange for the blood of the sacrificed.”

The demon tilted her head, never dropping her wide smile.

“So you losers thought you would have control of me with this ritual?”

Her voice wasn’t quite what you expected; it was human-sounding at first, if loud, but it echoed around the trees in odd ways, making it sound like thousands of whispers repeated her words. It was…unsettling.

The cultists seemed to agree. Their leader flinched visibly when the demon spoke. “Y-Yes. According to the ancient tome—” he said, pulling a beat-up leather book out of seemingly nowhere, “—we started the ritual on the right phase of the moon, we recited the proper chants, evoked the correct name, provided the sacrifice for consumption…everything is correct. As per the ritual’s rules, you are summoned to the mortal plane to do our biding for a full day, then you return to the hell from whence you came!” He was starting to sound frantic by the end of his tirade.

The demon crossed her arms across her chest, emphasizing their definition. “Well, you’re almost right…except for the most important part.” She stepped closer, and bent down dramatically at the waist to look the cult leader in the eyes. He scrambled to step backwards; this caused his hood to flip back, revealing a face that looked both scared and young.

The demon seemed amused by his fear. She smiled, cruelly, baring sharp teeth at him. “The one who gives the blood is not the sacrifice…they’re the one with control over me. Not you.”

She stood up again, stretching to her full height. “I’m not ‘contractually obligated’ to give you shit. All the power resides in the poor person you have trussed up like a ham over there.” She gestured to you, finally making eye contact. You shivered at the glowing red gaze.

“So, hon, want me to take care of these guys for you?” she asked, focus still entirely on you.

You were frozen for a second. Your brain was spinning. You still didn’t fully understand what was going on…but you would like your kidnappers gone. So you gave the smallest nod, all of the movement you could manage.

The demon smirked, returning your nod, and then she was a blur.

Your head span just trying to watch her; it seemed like only a second before all of the cultists were knocked out cold from the force of the demon’s lightning-quick kicks and punches.

Once she had taken care of them, she crouched down over you to run her hands over your bindings. Under the caress of her large hand the ropes and the gag dissolved into puffs of smoke.

You raised your tingling arms up to your mouth and coughed. Your throat still felt terrible, and coughing too deeply flexed your abdomen, causing the cuts to light up with pain again. But your limbs could finally regain blood flow.

You looked up at the demon, who was still staring at you. You had a hard time meeting her gaze; instead you looked out towards the cultists lying on the ground. “…are they dead?” you rasped.

“Naw. Just going to be unconscious for a long time. Didn’t think you would want me to kill them all. I mean. I can if you want me to though.”

“Um… no, that’s fine.” No matter how crazy this weird cult was, even if they wanted to sacrifice you, even if they had no problem kidnapping and hurting you…you wouldn’t want their deaths on your conscious. You couldn’t do that.

The demon shrugged. “Okay then.” She seemed much less intimidating and more casual now, even though she still loomed above you.

You tried to swallow, wincing when your raw throat protested the action. “So…what now?”

“Well, I am at your bidding, for a whole twenty-four hours. Then I can go back to hell…I never introduced myself, by the way. I go by many names, but you can call me Rumi.”

You stammered your own introduction.

Rumi gave you a broad grin, teeth flashing. “I’m guessing the first thing you want from me is for me to heal your wounds?”

Your voice had a hopeful tilt to it. “Can you do that? Please?”

“Aww, sweetheart, how could I say no when you ask so nicely?” she purred.

You could feel heat in your cheeks. You’re honestly surprised you still have enough blood for such a silly reaction to her words.

She chuckled, and moved so she could slip both her hands between your lower back and the ground. She lifted you up as she leaned down, until you could feel her breath on the sting of the cuts.

You weren’t sure what you expected her to do. Maybe whisper some sort of weird Latin chant and then the cuts would just disappear? But you would have never predicted what she actually did.

Rumi opened her mouth…wide. Out came a tongue between the glinting teeth.

Her tongue was long, and flexible, the end almost triangle-shaped with the way it tapered to a point. It dripped saliva onto your stomach, and you flinched.

You let out a shrill noise of surprise as Rumi uses her strange tongue to lick at your wounds.

Her spit almost seemed to leak into your cuts, causing them to close and disappear before your eyes as she lapped across them. Soon, the pain has disappeared from your abdomen, replaced by the wet, warm feeling of the demon’s tongue. She continued to lick long after the cuts were gone, removing every spot of blood from the soft skin of your stomach.

You felt flushed and tingly. You would have liked to attribute that to whatever strange demon magic was in Rumi’s spit, but you couldn’t quite lie to yourself that much. You’re ashamed to admit it, but the feeling of Rumi’s tongue on you is almost…erotic. The wetness on your abdomen was emulated by the slowly growing wetness in your underwear.

You couldn’t help but squeak in embarrassment at the realization. Luckily (or unluckily, depending on how you look at it) Rumi pulled away, tongue retracting back into her mouth like a snake.

“Feel better?” she asked.

“Yes,” you said, before losing yourself to another coughing fit. Your stomach was as good as new, no remnants of the strange carved symbol remaining, but your throat was still raw.

Rumi made a disapproving noise. “Well, it seems like you’re not all fixed up, hon. Something happened to your throat, right? Let me help.” She shifted her arms under you until she was holding you in a seated position, bringing your head closer to hers.

You felt as if your face was radiating heat. She was no less beautiful up close. It was hard to have such a lovely face right by yours, especially after said lovely face was just licking your bare skin.

Rumi removed one hand from your back, to press a single calloused finger against your bottom lip. “Open up, sweetheart.”

You should have protested, but the pet name in Rumi’s soft, low voice made your head feel fuzzy. You opened your jaw.

Your mouth was soon filled with the demon’s tongue. Your eyes closed on instinct, feeling her lips press to yours in a facsimile of a kiss. You had never had a kiss like this, however; her tongue slithered down your throat, filling it and your mouth up to the brim. You would have choked on it, but the soothing feeling of her saliva healing your injured throat made you relax enough for it to slip past your gag reflex.

It almost felt like you were being throat-fucked by Rumi’s tongue; at the mere whisper of that thought, you let out a moan around the slick appendage inside you.

To your disappointment, she immediately pulled back. Once you realized what you had done, you felt like you were going to faint. You reopened your eyes, almost dreading to see Rumi’s expression.

Your breath caught when you finally saw her. She had an almost…endeared expression on her face. It would have been sweet, if not for the sultry darkness of her eyes.

“Aww, honey, you like my tongue?” Her voice was hoarse, and you shuddered, face nearly radiating heat.

She laughed at your flustered expression. “It’s okay, don’t be embarrassed. It’s cute.”

You let out a low whine, less of arousal and more out of sheer mortification.

Runi’s smile sharpened. “You know, I can do lots of other things with my tongue, if you’d like. After all, I am at your bidding.”

While the first sentence made you feel like you had been lit on fire, the second one doused your flames a little. “I don’t want you to do something because I’m making you do it…if you don’t want to do anything, you don’t have to. No matter how I feel.” You felt a little sick at the thought that you could force her to do something like that if she didn’t want to.

“You’re so sweet, honey,” Rumi said, chuckling. “But I promise I want to just as much as you do.” Her voice dropped lower at the last part, almost to a growl, and you shuddered in her arms.

“Okay,” you whispered.

-

Rumi, as her figure suggested, was ridiculously strong.

She ripped your pants and underwear off like it was tissue paper. She hoisted her arms under you, maneuvering you like a ragdoll until you were in her preferred position. Your legs were hooked over her shoulders, your hands gripping her horns in a weak attempt to stabilize yourself as she lifted you until your pussy was level with her mouth.

You could feel Rumi’s smirk against your sensitive inner thigh. You couldn’t make yourself look down, lest you have to acknowledge your position and the way your cunt was dripping.

“Sweetheart.” A quick flick of her tongue against your clit, making you gasp. “Look at me while I eat you out.”

You reluctantly made eye contact with her. “That’s it baby,” she cooed.

You watched as her tongue slipped out of her mouth once more, the thin tip reaching out to lightly caress your clit. Even though the touches were almost nonexistent, each sent a flow of heat up your spine.

Your legs squeezed rhythmically around Rumi’s head every time her tongue teased at your nub. Your arousal kept building, filling your whole body with sticky heat, yet it wasn’t enough to push you towards any type of climax.

You didn’t notice you had begun to whimper, softly, but Rumi did. She finally took pity on you and started to lap at your cunt in earnest.

The first lick went all the way from your hole to your clit, dragging the broad part of her tongue through your wetness. She let out a rumbling moan once she got a proper taste of you, and abandoned her teasing completely.

Your eyes rolled back into your head as she licked and sucked at your pussy without mercy. Rumi was too caught up in eating you out to chastise you for this. Anyway, closed eyes only made the sounds louder; the obscene slurping noises from combination of your slick and her spit, and both of your moans, yours echoing and hers muffled against you.

You let out a shriek as her skilled tongue wormed its way into your dripping hole. You were so wet from your arousal and her saliva that she had no trouble working the appendage deep inside of you, deeper than you thought possible. She pulled you closer to her face, until her lips were pressed against the soft folds of your sex, and you thought you could come right then.

But this wasn’t the height of your arousal. Not yet.

She then started to move her tongue inside of you.

It felt like Rumi was desperate to taste all of you, the way her tongue squirmed inside your pussy. Every sensitive spot was rubbed against the rough parts of her tongue, and then soothed by the slicker parts. She was basically fucking you on her face at that point, powerful arms bringing your body away from her just to pull you back and impale you on her tongue. Every time your cunt met her face again, she would grind the bridge of her nose against your clit, sending another spark of pleasure up your spine.

Your body felt almost unreal. No longer did you have control over yourself; instead, Rumi did. You were like her little doll, a pretty little thing she could pick up and play with effortlessly.

The pleasure was so intense that you struggled to simply open your eyes without slipping back into mindless bliss. You wanted to see her, though, and so you forced them open, squinted and teary as they were.

Bringing your gaze down to her, you could see her eyes were black with arousal as they peered back up at you. Her entire face was soaked, slick and dripping from your cunt’s juices. She looked utterly bebauched.

The view made you come on the spot.

If you weren’t a doll before, you were now; your entire body went numb from your orgasm. It was like a never-ending series of delicious shocks travelling through your nervous system. Rumi hadn’t halted her movements, even as you soaked her face even more with your come. Your pleasure stretched out longer than you thought possible before your nerves started to turn painful. She stopped once your whines started becoming less come-drunk and more overwhelmed.

Almost lovingly, she laid your dazed form back down onto the ground, still cradling your head. It took you a few moments before you were even aware of your surroundings again.

In that time, Rumi had moved to straddle your head, hovering above your face on her knees. One hand was stroking your cheek softly, while the other held up the delicate chains that hung from her waist, revealing her own glistening cunt to you.

“You were so good for me, baby,” she said, voice husky. “D’you wanna return the favor?”

There was no world in which you wouldn’t want more of her.

“Yes please,” you murmured, opening your mouth.

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That Which She Alters

18+ CONTENT AHEAD MDNI

✦pairing: Shapeshifter!Mirko x gn!reader

✦warnings: no quirks au, background Fuyumi x reader, uncanny valley, identity crisis, brain-washing, dubcon, angst, cheating (done by reader sorry), memory gaps, possession?, kissing, oral sex (f.receiving) aphrodisiacs, Jekyll Hyde type shit

✦word count: 3.4k

“Fuyumi!” The name bursts from between your teeth, and it's sharp; leaving a tingle across your aching lips as it passes into the dark labyrinth of trees amidst you, bouncing from leaves to bark then seeping within roots.

Yet, those very trees were ample of life the morning your trail began, a net of rich, blooming green, filtering the slivers of sun through webs of sticks and meshing with grey wisps across the sky—but as night struck, those features soon became suffocating.

The innocent path of wood is tall and menacing, but you persevere in hopes of finding your girlfriend, long lost among the thicket despite her claiming she’ll return back to camp in a few.

It's been over half an hour.

A dimming light flashes from between your fingers, trembling with each twitch that strikes your nerves, its yellowish hues illuminate a small distance ahead of you, revealing the layers of rock and mud caked on the ground and at your feet.

The air is dry and stagnant with faint crunches of leaves fluttering through the breeze, but nothing more, not a hoot, not a breath nor a shutter…

For a moment, you assume the forest lacks any inhabitants, devoid of nests, footprints or any other indications of wildlife—that is, until a small, pale animal appears on your trail; a bunny with two reflecting rubies that watch with intrigue, but it makes no effort to close the distance.

You're uncertain if you want it to though, its pupils emanate a foreign knowledge, a profound understanding of this wilderness and the motives of those who engage with it—the sight of that unwavering gaze stirs something within you, fear or curiosity, you can't quite place.

But as it makes small leaps deeper into the dark, you inch closely behind, shining your flashlight just ahead of it to make sense of the direction it's leading you.

Unlike a hare, it moves slow and steady; short furry limbs navigate the land with familiarity, ears propping upright when rounding certain areas and body stilling to sense the terrain.

Whether it's best to trust your own instincts or those of a random rabbit, you'll find out, but as of now it's better than complacency.

Eventually its pink paws stop at the edge of a cave, and it swiftly turns to face you with its narrow eyes returning to your form just as it did in the beginning.

Thick patches of moss gather along the inside, glistening with dew drops and stretching way past the end of your light and further than your eyes can see.

“Is this where she is?”, you ask hushedly as if it withholds a secret from you.

Though, the bunny remains still, whiskers flaring and nose making the slightest twitches, it eyes you more intently and you think it may have only blinked now and never before.

Twitching, flaring, twitching, then nothing.

It blinks once more, and the result that follows is bizarre; its limbs suddenly expand outward while molting to become flesh-like, curving into human shapes and branching into five individual digits, sharp and darkened at the tips.

The creature unfolds itself until upright to expose it's nude form, snow-white strands crown its head in waist-length wisps with additional sprinkles of smaller hairs adorning the rest of its bronze features. Perky breasts protrude from its chest while a milky bush is gathered at the center between its thighs, but to call it a woman wouldn't be quite right.

And its alien scleras are the biggest give away, black with those same red gems and swirls of gold at its center.

It's a mockery of human form that has you reeling backward, unease settling in your gut and swarming throughout your intestines in a disturbed churn, your nerves alight and jittering across your bones.

As you stumble further and further away from it, it creeps closer in awe like an infant; wobbling and touching and gawking to make sense of the world around it.

The sudden extension of exploratory fingers toward you finally gives you the muster to turn away completely, legs bolting the way you came without a moment for your head to follow.

“Fuuyuumii!”, you breach the air with more shouts, words slurring between the heavy breaths that escape your exasperated lungs.

Though, you don't feel the creature on your heels, in fact, you think the creature may have never moved at all, but you fail to gather any courage to look back.

Your flashlight catches a distant figure, which you quickly make out as your girlfriend, her pale skin and locks illuminating from the brightness as flashes of turquoise gaze in your direction.

You dash to wrap her tightly against you, she's rigid in shock initially but her shoulders droop as she returns the gesture, softly. “Where have you been?” you question meekly against her shoulder, cheeks pressed deeply into her collar before pulling away so that you can face her.

“I’m not sure, I got lost on the way back to camp”, her tone has an edge of shakiness, while her fingers tug at your shoulders as she anxiously glances around. “I’m just glad I was finally able to find you.”

“We should head back home”, you quickly follow up. “After everything that’s happened—It’s too much for one trip, and I miss my bed.”

“Yeah, I’m with you on that”, she says against you.

“Good. I know the way back to camp.”

✦✦✦✦

It was supposed to be a break from long hours at office desks, just a moment with yourselves and nature, but the ride back to your shared condo is plump with tensity and confusion as you process the events of tonight’s trip—especially the pressing oddity that lurked in that forest.

Was that creature a mere figment of your fatigued, panicked brain or was it another one of the universe’s many secrets?

You don’t know, but you can’t bring yourself to get Fuyumi involved- not that your encounter sounds believable in the first place.

Some mysteries are better left unsolved, the forest is long behind now, and the moment your body emerges past that final line of stifling oak you purge yourself of all the moments that manifested from it.

An immediate sleep is in order; no shower nor drastic change of clothes, you plunge beside Fuyumi onto your queen-sized mattress and leave the fate of laundry and unpacking, for tomorrow morning.

Sleep inevitably takes hold of you in a violent storm, but an odd dream accompanies it.

Fuyumi is there, and so is another you, yet you watch things unfold like an outsider, viewing the entirety of “yourself” as if that body weren't the very one you inhabited.

Fuyumi tenderly cups your face, much like she does when you're awake; with dainty but careful fingers, while her lips mesh into yours in a messy collision, wet and dripping past the sides of your teeth.

Her eyes flicker open when she senses you—the observer—near, and she beams at the sight, exultant in how her movements do the utmost to petrify you.

The blotches of red throughout her hair begin to fade away as the strands fall past their usual shoulder length to rest against her waist. Sapphire irises become crimson, yet her insidious grin remains painted across her mouth.

She's shifted into that awful thing from the forest—the wretched creature has even followed you into your slumber and embedded itself within your subconscious.

The other you doesn't seem to have the slightest inkling of protest as its eyes remain transfixed on the creature’s lips, welcoming of the change and begging for more of the creature's affections.

It's those upturned lips that stain your psyche as you jolt awake into the next morning.

The sheets are stirred and empty where Fuyumi once laid, the distant clatter of pans and fizzles of running water give you an idea of what she's been up to while you were dreaming.

The eerie display from the night before rests fresh on your mind, but it's just a dream and nothing more.

At least, it's what you tell yourself as you dally toward the source of the racket, trailing after the aroma of freshly-brewed coffee, and settling at the table before a plate.

“Morning”, you chirp, eyeing the array of your favorites, each prepared in an individual tray for consumption.

“Hey, how'd you sleep?”Fuyumi smiles before settling in a seat across from you, her hands swiftly reaching for a fork and knife.

“I slept okay”, you bring a bit of food to your lips and she follows suit.

“Really? I’ve been up since 3 a.m. trying to make sense of everything”, she chimes, and you realize her eyes reveal just that, with slight discoloration at the base and protruding veins evident from beneath her lenses.

“Now that I think about it, I did have a weird dream”, you say quietly.

“What was it about?”

“Nothing special, it was similar to what happened yesterday.” You decide to exclude the much odder details. “What about you?”

“Well, with the little time I did sleep I don’t think I dreamed at all.” Fuyumi swipes at the edge of her left eye.

You hesitate, lips pursing before you speak. “Did you see or hear anything weird when we were separated?”

Fuyumi takes a moment to ponder. “No…it’s more weird that I didn’t hear a peep, not even the crickets or anything”

“Yeah, I didn’t hear much either…” Your gaze travels to your half-eaten meal, transfixed on the ridges of your plate, your fingers gripping the edge of it tightly.

Your focus starts to strip from you in small, light waves.

“I think I was only………but…..” Fuyumi’s voice becomes distant, background noise to the flurry of thoughts that begin to surge your mind. “so dark…..”

Why did that thing in the forest lead you away? What would it have shown you had you stayed?

You want to go back to it one day…

“Did you hear me?”, she finally snaps you out of your haze.

You stare at her blankly. “No, sorry.”

“I said I think I was only gone for around 20 minutes or so, but it felt like hours really—especially since it was so dark, I might’ve been walking in circles.”

“Oh, right..”, you respond quietly, yet Fuyumi seems to catch on to your abrupt change in attitude.

“Are you okay, you seem pretty out of it?” A worried glance follows her question.

“Yeah, Yeah. I’m fine, I—“, you shut your eyes for what feels like a few seconds.

Just a few seconds, you’re certain…

✦✦✦✦

“What?” Fuyumi’s mouth is slightly agape now, eyebrows retreating to her hairline and the whites of her eyes exposed.

“I’m fine”, you repeat but it feels like you’ve forgotten something—like time has passed but you're not sure how much.

“No, before that—I’m confused, what made you say that all of a sudden.”

“I didn’t say anything—”

“You did. I asked what you were thinking about and you said ‘someone else’ with a disgusted look on your face.” Her lips quiver a little at that.

“That can’t be”, your head begins to shake on its own. “How could I have said that when I don’t remember you asking that question in the first place?”

For a moment, her features twitch toward the center, but she soon looks away, eyes glistening and ear tips glowing crimson.

“I don’t even understand what you meant by that a-a-and now—”, her voice cracks as she's cut short by tears. “You’re acting as if you never said it.”

You can only watch at first, too befuddled to string together the right words.

“I’m sorry”, you finally attempt to ease her worries. “Everything’s been…so weird since the trip, but I’m not lying to you. I may not remember, but I know I’d never say anything to purposely upset you.”

She seems temporarily appeased by your response, but you don't want to trouble her any further.

“I’ll take care of the cleaning, you should get some sleep”, you offer, hastily gathering the dishes to begin cleaning them straight away, she returns to bed at your advice.

The scorching water that passes through your fingers does little to keep you grounded in reality as you comb through your memories to process what transpired.

You don’t remember.

No—what Fuyumi claimed you said doesn’t sound like you at all.

It couldn’t have been you. Something or someone must’ve taken hold of your body—you felt it, a brief fog before you faded away to the backseat of your mind.

And the albino rabbit is the first culprit you can think of, but to pin it all on a creature you aren’t sure even exists is absurd.

It’s too early to tell, but the feeling of alienation that accompanies the idea of having a secret side of yourself is one you’ve never felt before.

What if you have more instances of you potentially uttering words that go against your ideals while never knowing what led you to say them, or sometimes what was even said?

Losing control is…frightening.

It can’t happen again, you mustn’t speak until you regain control, or at least determine the root of it.

Despite your suggestion, Fuyumi still hasn't gotten a wink of sleep, tossing and turning beside you in silent increments.

You want to say something, but every attempt you make to reassure her is quickly caught between your cheeks, after all you don't have an answer. What good will false understandings do in the end?

It’s best to sleep you think, and you drift beside her, at last.

✦✦✦✦

Rumi. Rumi. Rumi.

Her name sticks and drips from your tongue like syrup.

You feel as though it’s been intrinsic to you all along.

You just hadn’t noticed it yet.

She smiles, teeth pointed and glistening, and your skin flushes to life as if you’ve been dead since the beginning.

You arouse from your dream only to wish your eyes never parted.

But then the warmth of your girlfriend beside you snaps you right out of it.

That couldn’t have been the real you—you would never betray Fuyumi.

You love her, more than you’ve ever loved anyone before.

It was just a warped reality crafted by your fear-stricken mind—yes, dreams tend to implant and intensify feelings that never existed initially.

That must be it.

It's evening. Fuyumi stirs gently in her sleep suspended between unconsciousness and consciousness but she ultimately reaches the cusp of being awake.

“Hey, you up?”, you whisper, trying to rouse her.

“Mhmm”. She faces away from you with her eyelids still closed.

“I’m gonna get us something to eat, any suggestions?”

“Mmm”, she grumbles softly once more.

“Rumi?” You ask in hopes she answers this time.

She replies just as sleepily, “Ruumi?”

Your heart nearly swoops from your chest. “Yumi, I meant.”

“Oh.”

“I’ll just look for something downtown, see you in a bit”, you say lastly before taking off on the road.

When you get there, the streets are brimming with stationary cars, some returning from another day's work while others roam the roads with the same intentions as you.

Driving allows another opportunity for wandering thoughts, and your mind welcomes the most grievous of them despite your refusal.

The stoplights gradate from bright yellow to just as bright ruby when you decide you feel…empty.

Your true home isn't confined within cement structures and walls—being amongst the woods is what you crave, and while it was scary at first, leaving it gave you time to realize how much you miss it.

You hear the tree's gentle coos as they ride the breeze from somewhere far away, urging you back in convincing whispers, traveling from your ear to your synapses and welding themselves there.

But the thought of leaving Fuyumi behind fills your heart to the brim with stone, your chest heaving to rid the weight of betrayal.

Maybe home isn't too bad as long as she's there as well…

You return with dinner a half hour later, just as promised, steaming rice and curry in hand. Fuyumi has already placed the silverware and she begins plating a portion for the both of you.

The kitchen lamp above casts a halo along the ivory strands across her cheeks as they shape her delicate, yet furrowed features, and it has you smiling gently despite her never noticing it.

She’s always been so…lively, and it’s so easy to see, especially up close; glowing blue-bordered irises so enthralled by the littlest of things.

Dinner will be calm, you think as you gently shut your eyes once basking in the scenery….Yes, the day will end as smoothly as it began…

✦✦✦✦

Your hand rests tightly on a steering wheel the moment you part your eyes.

A gap in your memory is evident, but you can't bring yourself to care.

Flashes of Fuyumi's wet, sticky cheeks ring behind your eyes, her lips parted and nose blemished with scarlet hues.

You can't bring yourself to care.

You drive for hours, following the roads despite not knowing where they’ll take you.

Little do you know, you are unconsciously guided to the forest she inhabits.

Rumi.

Her essence flows throughout your body, silky and smooth.

You can't feel the ground beneath you as you drift toward her in avid steps, weightless as all doubts slip from your limbs—you'll reach her any minute now.

The path to her seemingly unveils itself; branches twisting and coiling away from certain parts, and rocks tumbling to collect at the edges.

You reach her terrain, and go rigid; your nerves jostling beneath your skin at the sight of her while your insides knot in a mixture of glee and awe.

Her nude form stands proudly on a rock amidst a sea of glowing moss, which stretches past the cave's entrance and illuminates her figure and the pale hairs across her body.

“I’ve been expecting you”, she purrs softly, yet her voice still lingers in your ears like an echo way past the moment it trickles from her lips.

“What did you do to me?”, you meekly manage to muster the question while under her intimidating glare.

Her lips become upturned, with her pointed fangs most prominent.

“Come”, she beckons you without raising a finger.

Your body moves mechanically toward her, and upon closing the distance, she seems to hover over you akin to a deity, gloriously granting you an opportunity to relish in her presence, her assertive aura unwavering.

Your lips are at level with her core, the glossy folds twinkling with golden undertones and emitting a potent, unfamiliar aroma. The first waft is sweet and sharply so, sending a tingle up your nostrils with each breath, but it fades away into something you can’t quite place—addicting in a way that keeps your thoughts looping for what it may be.

“You want this, don't you?” Her palm delicately rests against your check, and the clashing of her skin with yours sends heat flaring across your features.

“Yes, please.” The plea slips along your tongue without so much as a thought, lust-blown irises batting upward for approval.

“Say it, and you'll be mine”, her tone droops, low, husky and into the wind.

And with the growing heat inside you, you have no choice but to follow her command. “I want you, Rumi, no one else”, you utter, relinquishing your fate to the whims of a borderline goddess.

She obliges with tender but swift movements, claws interlocking at the base of your skull to pull you forward, and you're overwhelmed with her scent, nose burrowing into the hair near her clit as your lips become slick with her juices.

Her intoxicating fragrance surrounds you in a thick cloud, permeating your better judgement with want.

A bit of her arousal seeps past your teeth and onto your tongue. The taste is entrancingly tangy as it satiates a hunger that is unknowingly subdued deep within you.

With more eager smacks and slurps, your mouth is increasingly sticky with spit and her fluids, you gather her flavor hoping to quell the damp spot that’s also growing between your legs. It amplifies into a near untamable throbbing, yet your hands scramble to find purchase on her thighs, too enraptured by the task at hand to ever relieve yourself with a fumble of your fingers.

Your tongue makes desperate motions across her cunt, chasing the rush of endorphins that accompany each of her half-murmured praises and gasps.

As she inches toward climax, the grip on your scalp becomes bruising, but the pain isn’t enough to dissuade you from bringing her to release, in fact you welcome it as it meshes with your pleasure in a masochistic manner.

She lets out an appreciative cry that makes your skin tingle before clamping around you in a final arch of bliss. She twitches gently as you continue to lap at her throughout it, then releases you from her hold with a smile.

The view from below is alluring; her clumped wisps clinging to her glowing, damp skin, plump lips parted and heaving while her hungry glare mimics the sparkle of rubies in a pool of black.

You get it now—those moments where she can never seem to leave you be.

This has always been the true you.

You’ve felt this way since the beginning, you just hadn't noticed it before.

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[kaedeakeshisworld]

Honey, let me take care of you

Cw: as always black female reader unless gender neutral is mentioned, degradation kink(whore, slut, harlot and bitch), praise kink(sweetie, honey and baby) breast/nipple worship, endytophilia, thigh riding, choking, dirty talking, impact play, Miruko is a bisexual femdom, reader is onmisexual, reader is commando under her skirt, reader is needy and Miruko is going to deliver!

wc: 631 (yes under 1k still- this is mainly for me, I'm always like write less than 500 words but end up doing more still sigh)

Aperçu: Miruko is a busy hero and she has been neglecting her partner this past month. Even though she had told herself that relationships were a top priority when it came to her life, it seems that she can’t keep her promises. Will she make it up to the reader or not?

Miruko finally came back home, much later than she had promised, though… You are patiently waiting for her sitting on that office chair you love so much. Maybe today, this room will be put to another use other than hero work you think. Her steps are steadily approaching the door and she opens it and you greet her not so warmly “ Welcome back” you announce dryly. She responds with an enthusiastic “I’m home honey, missed you!” as she wraps her arms around you and softly kisses your plump lips. You moan into the kiss, it starts to get heated and then she stops. She lovingly looks at you, smiles and sits on her modern mahogany desk. You tell her “ Why did you stop? You know I deserve so much more than what you have just given me.” 

“I know baby but it’s also about time you give me a performance, don’t you think I know that you have no panties under that skirt, huh”

How did she know that? You wonder and you remember that you left your underwear somewhere scattered in the apartment. She was paying attention to you right now and out of nowhere she pulled out your panties and held them in front of your face.

So you raise your skirt and start to caress your folds already wet from the effect Rumi’s kiss had on you. It's not the first time you masturbate in front of her while keeping eye contact. It’s such a turn on to see her in a suit and tie with a slicked bun, her loosened collar makes this scene more erotic because you shouldn’t be doing this here.

You have been in relationships with a few people but they had never seemed to prioritise your pleasure until you met her. She always had you cuming on her tongue, thighs, fingers or even when she was in her mean phase which happens usually if you behave well twice a year on any surface of the apartment ( I’ll leave that up to your imagination, judgement free zone here…) You were gasping for air, you were close to climax and she utters “ This is the gift I get for working so hard right, after a whole month of not touching you… soaked panties for me, I should be proud of my obedient whore!” out of nowhere. She snaps her finger and declares “ Who allowed you to stop pathetic slut, keep going. You can’t stop until I tell you to!”

So you keep going  and there you have your first orgasm. You didn’t know you were a squirter before having sex with Rumi and now every single time you have sexual intercourse you squirted. She praised you each time you did it “ such a good doll for me, right. Come here, let me hug you for a little bit.” she motioned you towards her.

Now she is sitting on that chair and you are riding her thigh while she simultaneously plays with your nipples. She pinches them, sometimes vigorously sucks on them, bites it whenever your pace falters. She gropes them whilst she puts her face on them, inhaling the dizzy scent of your grapefruit body butter.

She also chokes you from time to time because you love the feeling. She helps you to roll your hips on top of her thighs, bounces you one it occasionally making you sensitive down there. She also smacks your buttcheeks to keep you going whenever you slow down saying “Now, now sweetie you can’t be doing this. Remember your pleasure is more important than my own whenever we fuck”

You were so lost in your own pleasure that her voice seemed distant. She kept saying “come on vicious harlot since you want to cum so bad get it yourself ” 

Fic 2 of the Pride series.

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[katsukichu]

𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥 - 𝐑𝐮𝐦𝐢 𝐔𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐲𝐚𝐦𝐚 (𝐌𝐢𝐫𝐤𝐨) 𝐱 𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐲 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Re-upload of an old piece I did for two collabs (chubby chasers collab by @/kyovtani & stay soft collab by @/touyaspeach). [NSFW-18+]. Minors and ageless blogs dni (I will block you)

Mirko sends you a picture of her at the gym & you get a bit self conscious. She reminds you that you'll always be her petty girl. [AO3]

The gym is eerily silent this morning. The usual buzz of people working out is replaced by the clattering of keyboard keys as the receptionist, Akira oversees the administration. She’s grateful for the silence but can't help but wonder why she's having such a slow start today. She stares at the empty studio,furrowing her brows she quickly dismisses her thoughts as she sifts through her emails.

Her tranquillity is soon interrupted by beeping from the revolving doors - indicating someone's just checked in. Akira looks up from her computer to see Japan's 5th hero - Mirko.

"Good morning, Mirko!" she greets excitedly.

"Sorry for the confusion but I thought you'd be in for your regular 3 o'clock session? “ Akira apologises checking her profile on the system.

"Hi hun sorry it must've slipped my mind I meant to call yesterday and reschedule.I have to attend that stupid hero gala today.” Mirko sighs as she tucks her membership card in her bag.

Oh, the hero gala! that explains why anyone isn't here. They’re getting ready, Akira thinks.

"No problem at all, I hope you enjoy the gala!"

"Thank you hun, but it's a big waste of time. I’d rather spend my time working and getting stronger. I mean who wants to be interviewed by people who just want to get under your skin?"

Akira acknowledges Rumi by nodding.

"Sorry you have to deal with the press being so rude. Just know us civilians appreciate you - thank you for your service"

Rumi smiles in response and slips into the studio - she appreciates the comment but truly doesn't care about what the public thinks of her.

Mirko is tough and fierce, especially to the public eye. She has a brash demeanour and laughs in the face of danger. She’s a hero, it’s her job to save people not to impress them.

Rumi is fit, she follows a strict exercise routine every day with no expectations - even a stupid hero gala. Although she enjoys carrots, she tries to have a balanced diet - unlike the cliche she doesn't "eat like a rabbit"

Mirko starts doing some warmup exercises - she switches between the treadmill and spin bike for a while before moving on to the calf and leg machines - these ensure she doesn't get any cramps.

Her favourite and most vigorous part of her routine included bench presses and hip thrusts. She’d even put some men to shame with how easily she does it.

It may look like she isn't breaking a sweat, but her heart is racing. It makes her veins feel like they're on fire and leaves her a little breathless. The only other time she feels like this is with you, her sweet y/n.

Mirko swears she doesn't have a type. Looks are not important to her but she can't help but gravitate towards chubby people. She thinks they're all so unique - just like the stretch marks that adorn their soft skin.

Society is cruel but your weight doesn’t define how "attractive" or how "healthy" you are. Just like the saying: "The bigger the figure, the more I can love.” Rumi thinks knows being chubby just means there's more of you to love.

There's nothing more that Mirko loves than to pick you up, as if you weigh nothing, and look into your eyes. She's constantly teasing you - yet also reassuring you - that she can handle your weight. Her bench presses, hip thrusts and lifts are double or sometimes triple what you weigh. If only you could see yourself from her perspective. Maybe then you'd understand how stunning you are.

Rumi is only satisfied with her workout when she's drenched in sweat and her muscles ache. Before showering she snaps a picture to send to you. Her left hand is up showing off her muscles and her abs are on full display. The sweat is still trickling down her toned body and her gym outfit - that she designed - hugs her in all the right places.

She sends you the picture saying "See something you like, baby bun? 😏😉"

The sunlight streams through your slightly parted curtain and illuminates your shared bedroomp. Rolling over to Rumi's side of the bed you sigh at the empty space. You move the pillows and blankets aside to locate your phone. Ignoring all your other notifications you smile seeing a message from Rumi.

Opening it you try typing a reply but can't form coherent sentences. You wake up, sit at the edge of the bed and stare at the picture of your gorgeous girlfriend and simply reply with a string of emojis 😍😍😍🥵🥵🥵

The longer you stare at the picture you realise it makes you feel a bit anxious and insecure. Rumi has an athletic body and a lot of muscle. You know you shouldn't compare your body type because all bodies are good bodies but you start to feel ashamed about your physique.

You don't have toned abs - instead, you have a plump tummy. Your thighs stick together and are covered in stretch marks and cellulite. Your arms aren't muscular at all; they're a bit flabby. You have back rolls and love handles. You don't have a perfect figure with big boobs or a fat ass - you don't fit the ideal description of being "curvy.” You have body hair, which is something natural, yet society is disgusted by it.

Dating Rumi feels magical and surreal. The only difficult things were dealing with the public and your own insecure thoughts. You try not to let the comments get to you, but some are so harsh.

Things like:

"Oh, so you're a hero huh? I thought the Commission was strict about training?"

"What makes you think you're cut out to be a hero, especially with Mirko? Can you even keep up with her? Didn’t think she'd be into someone bigger than her”

“ I'm pretty sure she said she doesn't need a sidekick especially not someone as useless as you"

"You're not exactly that 'graceful' why don't you pursue something else. Something more suitable for someone of your form?"

People have always doubted you. They’ve always questioned if you were cut out to be a hero. People have made you feel so different and alienated all because of your weight. You feel the hot tears stream down your cheeks. Using the back of your hand you try to wipe them away.

As if on cue Rumi comes home and due to her acute hearing from her quirk, she hears your sobs from the front door.

She drops her bag, slams the door and sprints towards your bedroom hoping you're not in danger. She's ready to pounce on the villain - fists clenched and teeth bared- but instead sees you. She takes a moment to gather herself before calmly making her way to your crying figure.

"Hey baby bun everything is alright" she assures.

She can be so soft and caring - a real 360 from what she was moments ago. Grabbing the tissues and water bottle from the bedside table she hops on the bed and sits next to you

"N-N-No it's not" you stutter, shaking and trying to hold back tears.

Rumi shushes you as she wipes your tears away. She holds the water bottle and helps you drink as well as take deep breaths in sync with hers until you're able to calm down. She holds you against her chest - you can hear her heart racing.

"Who made my baby bun upset?" Rumi asks as her ears and voice drop in pure concern.

"Me... I made myself upset" you admit.

"It's just…" you trail off avoiding eye contact

"Why do you love me? I'm not fit like you, I'm just me I'm fat -"

"HEY that's enough! “Rumi cuts you off.

"I didn't mean to startle you but you're fucking perfect! “ she exclaims

She feels her heart break into a million pieces. How long have you been keeping all this inside? Why haven't you told her - if someone was bothering you, they'd be dead because no one's hurting what's precious to Mirko.

Rumi has an idea, and her ears shoot up.

"Wait a minute I can show you! Come here bun" Rumi gestures for you to sit at the edge of the bed.

You don't know what she's up to but follow her regardless. She opens the closet door and you're met with the full body mirror inside.Immediately you look away and try to hide your dishevelled appearance.

"Come on my pretty girl, don’t hide from me, wanna see your cute face" Rumi says, making you look in the mirror.

"You know what I see when I look into the mirror? The most gorgeous girl in the world. You’re a cutie - a soft and cuddly one too. Being chubby doesn't mean you're greedy, ugly, or out of shape bunny. I love you just the way you are, and I'll always love you for you. I’ll do anything to make you realise that you are perfect just the way you are." Rumi says.

"You really think so" you sniffle looking up at her with teary eyes.

"Of course, baby. I mean every word! But you know what they say, actions speak louder than words. Let me show you what I love about you.“

Rumi tilts your chin up so you're looking at her.

"First off all I love all of you. Every single inch of you. Let's start from up her" Rumi kisses your forehead.

"You are so smart, talented,creative and so strong. I know your brain can be a meanie sometimes but I'm going to Lunar kick all those negative thoughts away" - the two of you giggle.

Rumi cups your face in her hands - her rough palms contrast your soft face.

"You are stunning - mesmerising actually. Your eyes - even though they're a little red now- remind me of the prettiest gemstones. Your lips are soft,sweet and so kissable" Rumi says, placing her chapped lips against yours.

"And of course, who can forget these adorable cheeks" she says while teasingly pinching and squishing them.

There are no bad intentions behind her touches or words purely love and admiration.

"Rumi I -"

"Sweetheart I'm not done yet. I want to praise all of you from head to toe." Rumi cuts you off.

"Your arms are perfect. When you hug me or cuddle me-it makes me feel like I'm at home." Rumi says hugging you.

"You know it'd be better if you're naked." Rumi mumbles pulling away from the hug.

"RUMI DON'T BE SO BLUNT!" you squeal. You feel the blood warm up your cheeks and both of you giggle again.

You hesitated at first but then realised it's just Rumi - the only person you'd leave yourself so open. The only one you will allow you to see you so bare - not only your body but your soul.

She tugs at the hem of your - her- shirt and asks if she can remove it. She does the same to your bottoms. You agreed but only if she takes hers off as well. She does and it makes you clench your thighs together.

Positioning herself on the bed and in front of the mirror she gestures for you to straddle her toned thigh.

"I can't sit there ill -"

"You'll what? Hurt me or something? Think I can't handle it? “She chuckles.

"Come sit. Now. “she instructs.

You know better than to keep her waiting, so you try and hover over her thigh. Only for her to grip the curve of your hips and pull you onto her.

"I said sit not hover bun. I hope you don't try to do that if I ask you to sit on my face.“ Her tone is dangerously low and makes your tummy pool with heat.

"Look how good we look together," Rumi says. You can't focus - not when your soft body is pressed against her strong one. You’re already soaked, and she hasn't even touched you yet. You can't bring yourself to look at the mirror, so you nuzzle your head into her neck.

"You're even cuter when you're squirming. Didn't know that was possible ”she teases.

As you wiggle your hips your clit catches on her muscular thigh, and you stifle back a moan. She flexes her thigh in response.

“Not yet bun”

She holds you in place and turns you so face the mirror once again.

"Your body is perfect.Look at your boobs so what if they're not perky or even? Mine aren't either" Picking your hand up she places it on her boobs.

"And this tummy… where do I even begin. It's not disgusting -it helps keep you nourished. It’s got stretch marks on it and so does mine “she moves your hand down from her chest, along her abs and across her stretch marks.

"Rumi, you're stunning “you whisper. She stretches her fingers over yours and pulls your hand closer so she can hold it.

"So are you, baby. I wanna take care of you.Bun there's so much I have to say. I could go on for hours talking about the reasons I love you - not only your body but your mind ,your soul but right now… I just want to worship your body a little ”

Slipping away from you she kneels on the cool tiled floor and settles between your thighs. You’re flustered by her comments, but your eyes follow the way she moves.

When her fluffy ears tickle you, your sweet laughter fills your shared bedroom. Rumi finally lets go of your hand with a kiss as she massages your thighs.

"So soft, pillowy, absolutely stunning" She traces her fingertips along your stretch marks. She runs her hands along the soft chub of your hips and all the way down to your calves finally settling her hands back on your thighs.You shiver at her soft touches - it makes your body feel electrified.

"Mind if I mark 'em up a little?"

"Mmh" is all you can respond with

"I need words baby. Are you in the mood for this & want me to continue?"

"Y-yes it's okay"

"Good because the only time I want to see you crying again is when it's on my strap. Got it Princess?"

(a/n-the best line I've ever wrote in my whole writing career)

Before you can respond she starts softly kissing along your inner thighs.You place your hands in her hair making sure not to grip too tight or near the base of her ears - which are extra sensitive. Rumi sucks on your soft skin and smirks when the bruises blossom on your skin.

You grind against the edge of the bed and your grip tightens on her hair. Looking down you feel a sense of pride and belonging which fades into concern.

Fuck how am I going to cover them up before the gala? you pondered.

"Eyes on the mirror pretty. Want you to watch how you fall apart for me" Rumi requested.

She smirks, spreading your plush thighs apart. You prop yourself up on a pillow and on your elbows trying to follow Rumi's order to look in the mirror.

You feel overwhelmed - mind hazy with lust and embarrassment. You don't know where to look.

"C-can I look at you instead?"

Rumi gives you a hazy smile before running her fingers along your pretty pussy. She swears she loves all of you equally, but your pussy was something else. She loves the way she has to use all her fingers to spread your folds and mound just so she can see your clit.

She adores the way you flutter and clench around nothing - you're so cute and eager. She doesn't mind whether you shave but secretly finds it hot when you let it grow. She's not letting a little hair stop her from pleasing you.

Rumi knows how to pleasure a woman - she alternates kissing along your thighs and pussy. The anticipation makes you dizzy. As she teases you, you gasp and buck your hips towards her.

She uses the tip of her tongue to swirl around your throbbing clit. She feels it pulsing on her tongue and stops to edge you for a bit before flattening it and running it along your eager slit.

She feels so good it almost hurts - you feel a dull pain almost desperate to feel something. Rumi always makes sure you're dripping before easing a finger into you. She curls her fingers upwards, and it hits your sweet spot every time and uses her other hand to spread you open so she can lap at your clit

Even though your plush thighs are muffling her ears she can still hear you.Your shared bedroom that was recently filled with sobs and giggles is now filled with lewd moans and erratic breathing

"No cumming until you tell me what I want to hear," Mirko says, slowing her movements

"Please… Please Please" you beg feeling a flurry of butterflies in your tummy.

"No not that… I want you to say you're pretty"

"m pretty" you try to say but instead it comes out in a high pitched squeal

"Say it like you mean it or you're not going to cum" Rumi demands, completely stopping her actions.

"Fuck. Mmh sorry. I’m pretty. I’m pretty Mmh so pretty. Mmh Mirko's pretty girl" you blabber, unsure of what you're saying all you can think about is cumming.Arching your back and trying to hump Rumi’s fingers you cry out of desperation.

"That's a good girl. You are my pretty girl, don’t forget that. You can cum for me sweetheart" Rumi praises, lapping at your clit, pumping, and curling her fingers again

You feel your tummy tighten before cumming all over Rumi's fingers. Your eyes are shut, and the most angelic moans leaves your lips.

Your chest heaves and Rumi looms above you cooing about how proud she is of you. She takes a moment to appreciate your stunning body again as she licks her fingers.

"You think you can give one more pretty? “ Rumi asks, massaging your legs

Still trying to catch your breath you nod frantically - wanting to please your girlfriend.

Rumi's pussy is throbbing and drenched in her own arousal. All she can think about is pushing your thick thighs up so she can grind on your pretty pussy.

She holds your legs to your chest - digging her hand into the soft flesh. Feeling her pussy on yours makes both of you whimper. The two of you are so wet and desperate and you know you're not going to last long.

She may be smaller than you but thanks to her training she pins you down easily and humps you like a bunny in heat. Slipping her hand between the two of you and spreading your pussy open so you grind clit to clit with each other.

“Just like that bun.... there’s my good, pretty girl” she grits.

With each harsh thrust of her hips, it makes your tummy rolls and boobs jiggle. Rumi is truly mesmerised by your beauty. She keeps glancing up and down. Your eyes are shut in pure ecstasy and your tongue is lolled out of your mouth.

"S'pretty like this - all for me right Princess?"

"Mmh. M f'you Rumi. I'm y-your pretty girl."

"That's what I wanted to hear"

You continue rocking your bodies back and forth at an even more frantic pace.

"Faster pretty. Fuck just like that. ahh" Rumi curses.

The two of you cum hard and Rumi almost collapses on you. Catching herself she allows herself to gently lie on top of you. Bodies pressed together and drenched in sweat and with racing hearts, the two of you lay like this for a while.

You can't think straight at all - the room feels like it's spinning. You struggle to keep your eyes open and even out you’re breathing.

“One more alright. Just relax, I got it".

Rumi is full of energy - it’s her quirk or being a hero but she's got excellent stamina. Sex always ended up being multiple rounds with the sweetest aftercare.

Rumi goes to the bedside table and grabs her strap on and a bottle of lube - not that she needed it.

"Are you okay with this? “She asks while lubing up her strap.

Still basking in your afterglow and trying to come back to reality you reply with a meek "yes.” You can't see Rumi but hear the jingle of the buckles as she secures the strap on.

"Absolutely sure? Cause I really wanna fuck you against the mirror so you can see how pretty you are taking me "

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[lastchancestardomm]

Some horny shit I came up with while watching that "Garaki + Nomus v. Mirko" scene. I guess watch out for my horniness?

Bruh, I want Mirko to ram me into the mattress and trap my f·ing body between her thighs as she plays with me until I want her to f·ing destroy me. I want her to fill me up with her ■⁠■■ from her massive, bunny girld·ck. I want to ⁠■■■■ her t·tt·es while I moan her name. I want to be her little b·tch; little f·ckbaby. I want to be her ■⁠■■ wallet. I want her to humiliate me. She can do whatever the hell she wants with me. I want her to baby me, make me ditzy with pleasure. I want Mirko to f·ck and baby me so damn hard....

#mirko smut #spicy stuff #rabbit hero: mirko #pro hero mirko #miruko #rumi usagiyama x reader #mirko x reader #thoughts #2023 edit on this post: im cringing i could've worded this better or straight up just turned it into a lime drabble

[robinsomega]

i post for the five trans lesbians that are going to like my girldick rumi post btw.... u guys just don't get it

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[creative-crybaby]

Slow and Steady (Wins the Race)

PAIRING: Usagiyama Rumi (Miruko) x fem!reader

GENRE: wee bit of comfort | smut (18+)

Minors DNI

TAGS + WARNINGS: sensual massage, light tail play (?), oral (f receiving), fingering, light nipple play, cum eating, mention of a sex toy, scissoring

Let me know if I missed anything.

WORD COUNT: 2.2k

SUMMARY: What was supposed to be a massage to help your girlfriend relax soon became an opportunity for you to push her buttons.

© creative-crybaby, do not repost or modify

The best part about patrols is when Usagiyama returns home from them. 

That’s what you like to tell yourself, anyway. You’d hold your lover tightly to stop her from getting out of bed, but you know the importance of her job. She has people to save, including you, regardless if you’re the one in immediate danger or not. Still, when the Pro Hero returns to your shared apartment, whether battered and bruised or without a scratch, it’s your opportunity to take care of her.

You left little to no room for arguing when you offered your girlfriend a massage, not that she had any rebuttals. 

Stripping to her underwear, she lays on her stomach on the bed, making herself comfortable as you straddle her lower back and get to work. You give her your undivided attention, following her instructions to find the knots that need untying in her muscles. Getting your lover to let her guard down never fails to put a smile on your face, though that satisfaction is short-lived as every groan she releases strengthens the coil in your belly.

Your careful touches soon grow sensual as you stop putting pressure on the spots she needs attention to and start roaming her soft skin. Of course, Usagiyama notices, especially as your hands slide lower while you shift to straddle her strong thighs. 

You bite your lower lip to stop the evergrowing grin on your face, but fail as your gaze wanders to your girlfriend’s firm ass, a lacy lilac thong doing little to cover the area. Your hands twitch at the temptation, slowly yet surely sliding their pinkies beneath the flimsy underwear’s waistband. 

The Pro Hero huffs. “Quit playing around.”

“I’m just taking my time,” you chastise teasingly. “Ever heard of it? You’re spending too much time with Hawks, I swear.”

Usagiyama chuckles airily. “Gimme a break—”

Your fingers wrapping around her tail causes her to cut herself off with a sharp inhale. She groans, further forcing the corners of your lips upwards.

“I am giving you a break,” you state matter-of-factly before pressing your thumbs on her back dimples. Her body jolts at the pressure, a gasp soon following before you massage lower. Usagiyama shimmies her hips once your hold reaches her ass, your fingers sinking into the fat as you squeeze it. “Patience is a virtue, after all.”

Your girlfriend scoffs, peering over her shoulder. “With my line of work, I think I’ve been plenty patient.”

“Just because you have it in one aspect of your life, doesn’t mean you get to throw it all away for every other part.” Your hands slide down her ass to massage her upper thighs, earning you a sigh from the Pro Hero. Her satisfaction is short-lived once you bring your touch back up to her cheeks, spreading them apart to reveal her glistening pussy, hardly covered by her poor excuse of underwear. You snicker when you catch it clench. “You’re a big girl, aren’t you? Use your big girl words.”

Usagiyama furrows her brows, leaning back to press her ass against your crotch. “You know what I want.”

You purse your lips, pretending to ponder. “Do I?”

Your touch remains on the soft fat, though loosening to graze against her tail again. Your girlfriend’s breath hitches, her body following your lead; she’s too late when you decide then and there to slide your hands up her back, rubbing below her shoulder blades soothingly. She groans, and you refrain from giggling. 

“You gonna touch me or what?” she mutters, spreading her legs as far as she can with you still hovering over her frame. 

You hum. “I am touching you, though.”

Usagiyama hoists herself onto her forearms before flipping onto her back without throwing you off balance from your spot. She looks at you expectantly, with an arched brow and pursed lips, making quick work of removing what little clothing she’s wearing. 

“How about you do it properly, then?” she huffs, though there’s no real aggression behind it. “You know what I like, and I’d rather not wait until the next villain attack to actually get any sort of satisfaction.”

Fair enough. Your cheeks hurt from the widening of your proud smile; it doesn’t help that her command adds heat to your face, either. 

When you finally relax your expression, you shrug before shifting to lay on your stomach between her legs. Your arms wrap around her muscular thighs, hooking them over your shoulders as you pull yourself closer to her heat. Inches before you is a display of a soft patch of trimmed white hair and a slit oozing essence. You blow air on her clit, laughing softly as the Pro Hero’s hole clenches.

Usagiyama groans. “What did I say about teasing?”

You chuckle, mumbling quiet apologies before laying your tongue flat on her cunt and licking upwards. The first taste makes you moan appreciatively while your girlfriend sighs, her body relaxing and sinking into the mattress. That serenity is short-lived, however, as you continue your modest pace, your tongue moving languidly across her slit while flicking her clit. You feel her hips buck in your hold, but your response is gently rubbing her skin with your thumbs.

“C’mon, hun,” she stresses, the desperation far too subtle to be noticed by most. “I know you do better than that.”

You pull away, a thin string of slick connecting to the tip of your tongue, and you peer at her from your spot, barely raising your head. 

“Of course, I can,” you respond, a grin returning to your stained lips. “But sometimes you just gotta stop and smell the roses, you know?”

You don’t bother to wait for her response as you resume your previous ministrations, this time pressing your face against her pussy while maintaining the same speed. Usagiyama groans, but doesn’t say anything as your nose nudges her pearl and your tongue maps her insides. Her complaints are replaced with quiet yet deep moans, and your hold on her thighs tightens reassuringly. For good measure, you hum against her, knowing how much she loves the vibrations ghosting her cunt. A drawn-out and wanton mewl escapes her lips—a rare sound to earn from the Pro Hero. 

“Taste so good,” you coo against her heat. “Love this pussy so much.”

Your lover chuckles airily. “Don’t be shy, then: eat up, go to town.”

You hum again, making her shudder. Her hips buck when you pull back, lifting your head to meet her crimson gaze. You pretend to ponder, pursing your lips and tilting your head. “I think I’d rather take my time—really savour my meal, you know?”

Your words have Usagiyama dropping her head onto the pillow with an exaggerated groan, which you ignore as you resume your previous activities. You weren’t lying about enjoying yourself, though your girlfriend’s neediness is another beneficial aspect of the ordeal. Not that you need to tell her that.

While you don’t plan on going any faster, you have no problem switching things up as you wrap your lips around her clit, suckling the nub as one of your hands moves from the Pro Hero’s thigh to her slit. She shudders as your finger collects her juices before pushing into her hole, curling inside her to probe at her sweet spot. Her gasp makes you smile against her cunt, encouraging you to reach your other hand to lay on her lower belly and add pressure. 

“C’mon,” your girlfriend pants, attempting to grind in tandem with your strokes. And while she has the strength to succeed in her actions, you know she’s nowhere near as satisfied as she could be if you’d just indulge. You consider yourself lucky she’s holding still at all, her grip on the sheets paling her knuckles. “Just a lil’ more, baby…” 

It’s not often she’d offer her submission to you, much less be loud with her sounds of pleasure. Having Usagiyama serve both to you on a silver platter has you soaking your panties, your thighs clenching at the material sticking to your cunt. 

And it isn’t until she finally releases do you feel like you’re about to join her, her cunt squeezing around your finger as you continue your languid motions. The Pro Hero chokes on a gasp, hips stuttering and jaw falling slack as she rides her high. You take everything in, from her priceless reaction to her taste as she soaks your hand and mouth. 

Even once her orgasm ends, you find yourself snug against her cunt, cleaning the mess she’s made while her musky scent further intoxicates you. 

Finally, Usagiyama props herself to sit up, and you pull away reluctantly while licking your lips. You don’t get to do the same to your hand as your lover grabs your cropped tee to pull you into a messy kiss. Your eyes flutter closed as you moan, your body shifting to lay on her properly. Her chest isn’t as sensitive as yours, yet it doesn’t stop you from groping the soft mounds and tweaking her nipples. Her tongue invading your mouth almost distracts you from her hold on your body, strong hands squeezing at any fat it can find. With her grip on your ass, you find yourself grinding against her muscular body, desperate for friction. 

“Want me to get the strap?” your girlfriend asks airily after pulling away. You shake your head with a whine before planting several kisses onto her swollen lips. She’s about to pull you back in for another makeout session when you sit up suddenly, hastily throwing your top off and exposing your breasts to ravenous red eyes. 

“It’s my turn to spoil you, remember?” Your words come out as teasing and lighthearted, though your gaze matches the Pro Hero’s as you shimmy out of your shorts and panties. You don’t bother putting on a show as you toss the articles of clothing somewhere in the room, shifting your body to settle between her legs once more. “I’m not done yet.”

Usagiyama’s still lightly panting when she smirks at your words, and it only grows as you hook one of your legs over her own, pulling your body closer to hers to bring your pussies together. Your hold remains on her thighs with the first roll of your hips, and you both sigh shakily at the wet friction between your heats. The motions of your lower body are downright sinful, and your lover can’t help but bite her lip at the display.

You feel the occasional twitch of her cunt, still sensitive from her previous orgasm, but it doesn’t stop the Pro Hero from voicing her thoughts.

“Still taking your time?” She scoffs with a half-smile. “You drive me crazy, you know that?”

A subtle change in angle has you rubbing your clit against hers, and you tremble with a whine before trying to regain your composure. 

“Rumi, please.” Even your lighthearted attitude can’t hide the wavering over your voice, but you refuse to let that stop you. “Keep going too fast and life’ll–ah!–pass you by.”

Your hips continue their magic, though Usagiyama still manages to quirk her brow at you. “Are you serio–fuck–seriously giving me life lessons while we fuck?” 

“Never–hah–a bad time to teach someone a thing or two.”

You don’t give your lover a chance to retort, opting to grind harder against her sensitive nub. You both moan simultaneously, more than encouraged to maintain that force.

Truth be told, you’d love to give in to the Pro Hero’s wishes, the need to cum close to driving you to insanity. It doesn’t help how ethereal she looks, with her heaving chest and glossy eyes connecting with yours. Her lips, swollen and parted as they pant for air, are just the icing on the cake. 

You also love making a point. With your lover giving it her 120% at work, not only do you worry for her safety, but she needs her rest after her patrols, too, regardless of her physical state. Taking care of her will never be an issue for you—why not make the most of your time together?

What’s the rush?

She can act annoyed as much as she wants, but there’s no doubt that a the end of the day, Usagiyama loves your persistence.

And when her jaw falls open with a silent cry while her irises hide behind fluttering eyelids, you’re more than sure that the Pro Hero thought it was all worth the wait.

Having your orgasm follow soon after hers, you can say with utmost confidence that your assumption is correct. 

You’re both catching your breath when you lay her legs on the mattress. Even after the dizzying high, your eyes struggle to focus, seeing double of your girlfriend before eventually returning to normal. Her muscles remain tense as she collects herself, and you’re quick to scoop down to plant kisses up her body until you reach her lips. Oxygen be damned—you still need her close.

“Hi,” you whisper with a growing smile, barely a centimetre away as you hover above her frame. 

“You’re a real minx, you know that?” Usagiyama breathes, wrapping her arms around your torso to pull you down and against her body. 

You yelp, only relaxing once she rolls over to have you lay next to her on the mattress, resting her chin on your head while gently pushing you into her chest.

“You love me,” you mumble teasingly against her skin, nuzzling into her warmth. You don’t have to look to know your lover carries an expression of adoration. The peck on the crown of your head says plenty.

“Yeah, yeah.”

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[ramenaddicted]

Thinking about hanging out with the gals at a love hotel. Just think, you and Mirko and Mt. Lady hanging out at one of those themed love hotels. Ya'll ain't going there for sex... you're just going for the novelty of the experience. Ordering food and drinks, hanging out in the pool, and having a slumber party.

Ya' know? just gals being gals

Ok so if I did turn this into an NSFW drabble, first off there would be an entire shopping trip planned beforehand because if I'm gonna entertain some buff ladies, I need cute lingerie and a collar with a leash attached to it.

Sure going to an actual hotel would be fine, but not every hotel has a heart-shaped bath, or carefully crafted accouterments for the customer (I'm being stupid I just want to experience the novelty of a love hotel)

I also wouldn't be the only one buying clothes, Once we arrive at the hotel at were getting glammed up for our activities, were looking good, ahem I mean were looking like were only fans content creators doing a collab. (another idea)

#bnha thirst #mirko thirst #miruko x reader #mirko x fem!reader #with an appearance from mt. lady #wlw #mha smut

[tomuraist]

hey, enji! it’s me, juni, as you already know. i’m here to request for a miruko imagine, or just headcannons if you don’t feel like writing an imagine. have a nice day, my love. mwah <3.

WARNS: A little miruko imagine for my bae <3 , smut ofc , sexting + a bit of masturbation while on call , fingering & name calling (?) , ooc miruko , dom!rumi x sub!black!reader.

disclaimer: This blog contains nsfw content , if you dont like that kindly leave or block me !! , & this is a request from the loml @lustrysstuff but anybody can read it.

𝐀 / 𝑵 : hi niki!! mwah mwah mwah! i love 2 see my fav requesting tbh , and i do hope you have a nice day too! <33

Miruko was very fond of you , She was there through your break up from your ex gf & always came through whenever you needed it the most. Most of all , you were always there for her too! pleasing the living shit out of her while sexting. Obviously it was a daily thing for the both of you two , One would send a nude photo & Miruko was the first one to see it. You basically gave off intense sensual & erotic energy off of you. Oh how she would drool over your body as she had just gotten to work , practically hiding the fact shes having so much dirty thoughts of you and that perfect body. Men & women can't help but feel horny around you & ofc , Miruko was one of them. You smirked to yourself when she started typing.

“ Rumi 💘 is typing. . . ” 

“ Rumi 💘 Replied : God , i wanna tease that fucking body of yours , y'know that? just look at you! All dolled up just for me huh? ”  

A few minutes pass and you had already replied & already on a call with Her. Cunt already spread & phone placed towards your bed. Your slick was all over the placed! Head getting hazy , washing out multiple shakey orgasms in front of the camera , eyes rolled back , your fingers sliding in and out of you , that was only half of it. Miruko had been in the bathroom while she guiding you through each ripping orgasm & hiding in one of the stalls & god did it felt amazing.

“ 'yer a little slut for me aren't you? gonna cum for me again? Yeah? , Yeah. You're so lucky im at the agency or i ' d be eating that cute little cunt out. ” She scoffed. Her Bunny ears flapped over her shiny white hair & all that was heard was her soft mocking noises of your moans , basically combined. Dang , she was really booed up when it came to you , but when she came to visit you that night? Just know you'll be throwing your head back in pleasure.

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[ripperdoc-is-daddy]

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It was supposed to just be a warm up 69. Rumi was feeling frisky and your gf was hot as hell so why the fuck not? You’d both showered and then you had gotten on y’alls shared California King. Your woman laying beneath you and you on your knees over her. You were bending down to give a testing lick between those dark folds when her magnificently strong thighs had wrapped themselves around your waist and her mouth vacuum sealed itself to your clit.     You are gasping as she clutches one of your thighs to give herself some leverage and is furiously finger fucking you with the index finger of her other hand. A second finger is added after your pants move from breathy to outright screaming. She doesn’t let up. She never lets up. Rumi Usagiyama does this every time and you never learn.     Or maybe you have and you just don’t care? You are enjoying the warm, desperate buildup that is happening betwixt your thighs. You enjoy how she catches you with both hands as you collapse from that first intense orgasm. Shuddering as she never stops lapping at your sopping core. It’s too much and not enough all at the same time.  

It’s just the way you like it.  

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