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beneathashadytree · 10 months

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Hey hope you're doing well. Could I request midnight and miruko separately pegging their s/o and praising/body worshipping them bcus their s/o feels insecure. If you don't want to do the pegging then just the body worship will do. Thanks and I hope you keep on writing because I really enjoy what you do.

ALWAYS PERFECT - MIDNIGHT/NEMURI KAYAMA & MIRKO/RUMI USAGIYAMA X READER

Warnings : use of strap-on, light scratching, praise, implied dacryphilia, penetrative sex, body worship, lots of kissing, implied marking kink, light nipple play, this is not proofread, there’s so much love in here I swear, both Nemuri and Rumi are soft doms, bottom!reader, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : fluffy smut <3

Word count : 0.7K words

Additional notes : Hi there! Sorry it took so long. When you sent this in, my requests weren’t open except for my prompt list. On another note, I’d never actually written pegging (or female characters domming the reader, for that matter), so it was pretty interesting to try out! Thank you for being so sweet🫶🏽 Hope you like this piece!💗

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“A-ah,” they cried out, legs automatically wrapping themselves around Nemuri’s waist and dragging her in deeper; deep enough to hit that one spot that filled their vision with stars with just how good it felt.

“You like it deep, don’t you, sweetheart?” she purred, nails lightly scraping against their chest and causing them to shiver. As they squirmed underneath her, she cooed at just how adorable they looked when she was fucking them like that; like she took delight in every facial expression and jolt of their hips.

And she really did, especially when they nodded so eagerly, their hand blindly reaching out for hers. “How could you think you’re anything less than perfect?” Nemuri sighed, thrusting her strap inside their slick hole slowly, making sure to drag every ridge inside them deliciously. “Look at you, sobbing all over my cock. Look like an angel, I swear.”

“I’m not,” they let out a shuddering breath, which turned into a gasp of sheer pleasure as their girlfriend pulled their leg up to rest on her shoulder, the new angle hitting impossibly deeper and pulling a pitiful whine from their swollen lips.

She clicked her tongue at their words, before gently caressing the soft skin of their calf, and pressing gentle, sweet kisses against their leg that completely contradicted the way they were fucking them mercilessly. “Mmm, but you’re breathtaking. Swear it. Even more so when you’re this close to cumming. Want my fingers on you too, darling?”

Red as their tear-stained cheeks were with the sheer embarrassment that came with her lovely praise, they couldn’t help the tug at their core. “Y-yes, please. Make me cum, please, ‘m close.” They were practically begging, as she always brought them to, with the way she abused their insides and stuffed them full.

Nemuri leaned in with a punctuated thrust of her hips, her blue eyes clouded with unbridled lust and sheer adoration as she kissed them with ardor, teeth tugging at their pouting lips. “Anything for my pretty baby.”

No matter how hard Rumi tried to deny it, she was addicted to the feeling of stuffing them full with her rubber cock and grinding her clit into it at the same time.

It didn’t help that they looked absolutely delectable whenever she pushed in to the hilt, bumping into their most sensitive spot and getting them to whimper her name like it was some sort of erotic mantra, while she busied her lips with marking them all up in her favorite colors. Something about their shimmering eyes and plump lips falling open with every sigh went straight to her core.

“There we go,” she mumbled into their neck from behind them, being on their side making it all the better to fuck them slowly but so good like this. “You sound all fucking cute, y’know? Can’t help myself when it comes to you.”

“‘M not cute,” they sounded all grumbly, though it only endeared them more to her. Really, how could they not see just how perfect they are? Especially when she was making such a cute mess of them.

Rumi nibbled at their warm skin, making sure that the blooming red marks wouldn’t be going any time soon. She had to admit, seeing the hickeys she leaves on them made an even stickier mess between her legs. “Calling it like how I see it, babe,” she chuckled breathily, before moaning as a particularly deep thrust of her hips brought just the right amount of pressure on her achy clit. “Fuck, mmm, just want to make my beautiful darling feel good.”

“Touch me,” her lover sighed, bliss on their starstruck face, “Now, please, Rumi.” With an impatient tug to her arm, they pulled her hand to just where they wanted it.

With every stroke she made, Rumi could see them getting more desperate, wantonly crying her name as they humped back onto her strap. It was equal parts filthy and adorable; seeing just how much they wanted her to fuck them half-stupid.

“The best little hole I’ve ever stretched.” Rumi couldn’t help but tease and pinch their sensitive nipple with her free hand, delighting in the shiver and squirm she earned at that. She breathed out a laugh. “‘Course it belongs to the person I’ve most loved. Now, let’s see how many times I can get you to cum, hmm?”

Taglist: @thispersoniscrazy @wifeofkyojuro

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pupkou · 2 years

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mommy misa / saeko / kiyoko / mirko / midnight + subtop vampire reader drabble

description: subtop gn reader, vampire reader, softdom character, mommy kink, reader feeds from the character, oral (giving), facesitting (receiving), chest play (giving), slight objectification (the character “uses you like a toy”), period sex (oral (giving)), blood kink

minors dni

anyway new vampire sub reader + dom fem misa / saeko / kiyoko / mirko / midnight who you call mommy <3

she doesn’t want you hunting for food when you’re so new to drinking blood plus she knows you’ll love the taste of her the best and so she lets you feed off of her and says “not too much, baby, don’t be greedy and suck me dry,” and laughs when you pull back from her neck or wrist with low, soothed & satisfied eyes and messy lips and drool and blood dripping down your chin. says “seems like you liked that, huh? how about mommy gives you something sweeter?” and opens her legs so your senses are flooded with the scent and sight of her wet pussy thinly veiled by her panties <3

she can tell your mouth is watering because you lick your lips, and she pulls you into a soft kiss before she whispers, “but first, i need you to take care of my tits, baby. i want your mouth,” and she pushes your head down to meet her nipple, humming in pleasure when you eagerly suck it into your mouth and swirl your tongue around the hardened nub, hand reaching up to play with the other for a while before she lets you know to switch sides <3

and when her pussy is throbbing more than she can stand, she’ll either ride your strap/dick and use you like her perfect little fucktoy and make you beg her to cum on your cock or she’ll sit on your face and grind her clit all over your face or she’ll do both if you were really good <3

she might even let you put a toy in or touch yourself while you’re pleasing her <3333 just have to ask nicely like the good toy she knows you are

and eating her out when she’s on her period is the biggest reward you could ever get. it’s not that she’s not horny when she’s on her period, it’s just that she doesn’t want to spoil you with letting you taste her every time to the point where it’s not clear that tasting her like this is an earned privilege <3

you really have to do something special to earn it, like cum in your pants when you’re dryhumping her or something else to show how needy you are and how much you deserve it. she’s never good at depriving you, but sometimes she likes to tease you with the scent of her cunt and the blood mixed together, knowing that you don’t get to touch or have a taste unless she tells you you’ll be taking care of her.

and it’s hard to say no when you’ve never not cum all over yourself from tasting her like this and when you look so cute and innocent even with her blood and cum smeared all over your lips and chin. she wants to give you the world, but first she thinks she’ll have you make her cum a few more times on your mouth, fingers, and cock <3333333

tagging : @rii-bows @leitnerarsonist @nikaidussy @venuscelaeno @henry-espionage

#misa amane smut #death note smut #saeko tanaka smut #kiyoko shimizu smut #rumi usagiyama smut #mirko smut #nemuri kayama smut #haikyuu smut #bnha smut #mha smut

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tobegiggledat · 2 years

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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.

#mirko x reader #miruko x reader #miruko smut #mirko smut #rumi usagiyama smut #rumi usagiyama x reader #mha x reader #mha x gn!reader #mha x gender neutral reader #mha reader insert

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kaedeakeshisworld · 2 years

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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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captain-liminal · 2 years

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Okay, so uhhh...

I have a question for all of you lovely humans out there. You guys know Rumi Usagiyama, right? She has some sort of bunny quirk, right?

So the quirk ties into my question.

Does Rumi get bunny heats??

Its a genuin question! You guys know how bunnies get really horny and start mating like crazy. So, does this happen to Rumi? I really want to know!

#Im curious please tell me #No for real!#Bnha #Mha #Bnha smut #Mha smut #Rumi #rumi usagiyama #Rumi smut #Rumi usagiyama smut

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katsukichu · 1 month

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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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mikasa-imadebiscults · 9 months

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I Idk if you accept nsfw request but if you do how about fem s/o trying to top midnight/mic/miurko! Expect s/o gets much to flustered

(Hey Anon, thank you for the request and I hope you enjoy. Also unrelated but I started thinking about it and I need to write about Mirko more often)

Pro Heroes S/O Trying to Top but Gets too Flustered

(Characters Included- Midnight, Present Mic, and Mirko)

(Warning: NSFW content and swearing)

⛓️Nemuri Kayama⛓️ (Midnight)

- She would find it very amusing that you tried to dominate her but it would also turn her on greatly.

- She knows well that you get really flustered easily so she knows that soon you’ll be a flustered mess.

....

Nemuri has always been the dominant one in the relationship and you were happily the submissive one. She always patiently took care of you, spoiling you, giving everything you could ever asked for and you deeply appreciated that.

But today you wanted to try something different.

Today you were going to dominate The R-rated Hero herself.

You and Nemuri were relaxing in your shared bedroom and she decided to go to the dresser and change into her nighttime attire in front of you since you guys had already seen each other naked before. She had her back turned to you and you decided that this is the right time. You watched her as she took off her shirt and silently walked over behind her, wrapping your arms gently around her waist. One hand sliding down to rub on her sensitive areas and the other rising up to grab her tit.

Nemuri knew exactly what you were doing and decided to play along. “Oh my- ah yes touch me like that~”

You instantly froze. Mouth apart slightly from shock.

“That’s what I thought, darling.”

🎤Hizashi Yamada🎤 (Present Mic)

- At first he’ll be confused on the sudden change. He thinks it’s looks hot when you try and dominate him but he also thinks it looks hotter when you’re flustered.

- But you better be really prepared though because he WILL tease you a lot.

....

You guys were sitting on the couch watching a comedy movie as you both shared a small bowl of popcorn. Comedy movies were Hizashi’s favorite type of movie because as the name suggests they’re funny.

When he was dying laughing at a corny joke that one of the characters made, you decided to take the opportunity to dominate him when he least expects it.

Keeping your eyes on the movie, you slowly moved your hand up his thigh and to his clothed sensitive part. His laughter died down when he felt your hand and gave you a certain look.

“Oh my bad, I thought the popcorn bowl was there~” You said in a teasing tone, looking at him and you immediately got all hot and flustered at the way he looked at you right now.

“Since when did you become so bold?” He said with a playful smirk.

🐰Rumi Usagiyama🐰 (Mirko)

- Like Midnight, she would also find it really amusing that a person that gets flustered easily is trying to be the dominant one.

- That being said she still won’t let you dominate her and if you do try then you’ll get what’s coming.

....

One of Rumi’s hobbies is working out and due to her being very popular because she’s the number five hero, she gets a lot of attention whenever she’s in public. So to avoid the media interrupting her workout sessions to ask for a interview or something, she works out at home.

You loved it when she works out, you love to admire all of her (especially her muscles) and you feel so blessed to be in a actual relationship with her.

Right now Rumi was standing up lifting weights doing curls with them and you were silently watching her, you wouldn’t change nothing about this moment well that’s what you would’ve said but you did wanna try something different today.

As she was lifting the weights you came up to her, pressing your chest against her back and started to slowly feel her muscles.

She stopped what she was doing when she heard you say “You’ve been so stressed recently so how ‘bout you just sit back and let me make you feel good.”

“Appreciate the offer but it’s my job to make YOU feel good.” Rumi says dropping the weight on the floor and grabs you by the neck to pull you in for a rough kiss. Taking you by surprise, you moan into her mouth as she smirks against your lips.

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robinsomega · 1 year

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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 · 3 months

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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.

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?”

#fanfic #fanfiction #mha smut #mha #bnha smut #bnha #miruko smut #miruko #usagiyama smut #usagiyama rumi #my hero academia smut #my hero academia #wlw #wlw smut #lgbtq

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schrodingers-romy · 7 months

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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

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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.

#bnha smut #bnha x reader #usagiyama rumi x reader #rumi usagiyama x reader #miruko x reader #miruko smut #usagiyama rumi #rumi usagiyama #miruko #bnha #romy can write #strange lovers event #afab reader

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kyojurismo · 9 months

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picturing a threesome w hawks and mirko where they get to be meany tops and act all cocky while you beg to cum with tears streaming down your face or say that it feels like too much but they won’t stop ( consensual ofc )

#🍡 — rambling !!#keigo takami x reader #hawks x reader #rumi usagiyama x reader #mirko x reader #mha hawks #mha mirko #mha x reader #mha smut #my hero academia

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frickingnerd · 1 year

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Pro Hero Masterlist

Toshinori Yagi / All Might

i'd stop the world for you - oneshot

all might breaking up with you - headcanons

Enji Todoroki / Endeavour

endeavor with a sidekick who isn't intimidated by him - headcanons

Keigo Takami / Hawks

fake dating hawks - headcanons

hawks with a s/o who has a healing quirk - headcanons

friends with benefits hawks & dabi - headcanons

Rumi Usagiyama / Mirko

mirko with a s/o who has a fox quirk - headcanons

being in a poly relationship with mirko and lady nagant - headcanons

Tsunagu Hakamada / Best Jeanist

best jeanist comforting his self concious s/o - headcanons

Shinya Kamihara / Edgeshot

secret kisses with edgeshot - headcanons

Mirai Sasaki / Sir Nighteye

workplace crushes - oneshot

Taishiro Toyomitsu / Fatgum

fatgum being jealous - headcanons

Ryuko Tatsuma / Ryukyu

ryukyu with a sidekick who overworks themselves - headcanons

Shota Aizawa / Eraserhead

fake dating shota aizawa - headcanons

Hizashi Yamada / Present Mic

present mic dating a metalhead - headcanons

spending time with present mic - headcanons

Nemuri Kayama / Midnight

bruised hearts heal slowly - oneshot

midnight crushing on her sidekick - headcanons

Sekijiro Kan / Vlad King

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Kinktober (+18) | Day 13

Pairing: Mirko | Rumi Usagiyama x Fem!Reader Prompts: Fucking Machines | Vibrators Content Warnings: Sex Toys, Fucking Machine, AFAB Dialogue used for Reader Word Count: 1,103

Summary:

Rumi couldn't have asked for a better sight to come home to: walking in on you spread out in the living room with dozens of toys scattered around. She's not wasting any time in joining either.

Rumi fumbled around with her keys, cursing herself for having too many fucking damn things on this keyring. She paused when she placed the correct key in the lock finally, her ear twitching as she zoned in on an interesting set of noises. She pressed her ear up against the door, listening to…you? Her eyes widened as a grin quickly spread across her face.

She quickly made her way into her apartment, her ears twitching as she followed the moans through the entry into the living room. She froze, watching as she saw you spread out on the floor. Your fingers clung to your breast as you pumped the silicon toy into your cunt. Sounds of your wet slick mixed beautifully with your moans as it bounced off the living room walls. Rumi leaned against the wall beside her, her arms crossed over her chest as she watched.

“Does it feel good?” She asked, grinning at you when you jumped. “Does my baby need some help?”

You nodded, whimpering as she quickly strolled over, stripping off her clothes as she went. She got down and crawled over you, yanking your arms to pin them over your head. Her mouth crashed onto yours to give you a messy and passionate kiss. Rumi nibbled your bottom lip before kissing down your face until she reached your neck. She positioned herself further down your body as her hand trailed underneath herself to grab the toy still sheathed in your pulsing cunt. She clicked the button on the bottom of the toy, a vibration buzzing through your cunt, a shaky moan coming from your throat.

She pumped it slowly as her mouth moved down to your breasts, her tongue greedily licking at your nipple. Your hands clung desperately at her shoulders as you whined, already having been close before she came home. You shook and cried out as your orgasm slammed into you. Your legs shook as she ripped the toy out of you, clicking it off before tossing it to the side. She grinned into your skin before moving herself to straddle your waist, her fingers cupping your breast as she squeezed.

You gasped, your hands running along her legs. Your eyes heavy-lidded as you looked up at her. “You’re so wet already, Rumi.” You teased, feeling her wetness starting to leak onto your skin.

“Not hard when you’ve got a girlfriend as fucking hot as you.” She praised, wiggling her hips as she pinched your nipples. “I feel bad that I couldn't go home sooner, I mean shit baby.” Her eyes darted around to all the toys you had laid out.

Your fingers moved up her side before you dragged her down for another messy kiss. You both moaned into the kiss as you rolled her over onto her back. She laughed under you as she snuck her hands onto your back before raking her nails down it. Your fingers snaked their way between her legs, dipping your head into her chest as felt the slickness already coating your fingers. Your teeth nipped at her skin as you trailed your fingers along her slit. Rumi hummed, closing her eyes as she relaxed against the floor.

You dipped your fingers slowly into her cunt, which happily sucked them in causing you to curse against her skin. You pumped them slowly as a dreamy sigh spilled from her lips. You quickly built up speed, curling your fingers finally causing moans to break from Rumi. Her eyes shot open when you roughly pulled your fingers out of her, propping herself up on her elbows when you moved away from her. She raised her eyebrow when she saw you drag over a decent sized machine.

“I was waiting to try this out until you got home.” You explained as you roughly lifted her hips up to place pillows under her. “Just relax for me, baby, I’ll make you feel really good.”

She looked amused as she slowly lowered herself back down, handing the ropes completely over to you. You grab up a bottle nearby where you coat the silicone toy attached to the machine with sufficient lube. You move it and align it with Rumi’s entrance before turning it on. Rumi gasps when it first fully enters her, groaning as she angles her hips slightly.

“You’re taking it so well, Rumi~” You praised, moving to straddle over her.

“You don’t have to be gentle with me,” She grinned up at you, her hands running up your chest to grip your breasts. “I’m not gonna break baby. Go ahead, fuck me harder.”

You smirked down at her as you picked up the remote, turning it up slowly to higher and higher settings. Rumi screwed her eyes shut as she cursed, her nails digging into your skin. Your name fell from her lips as she clumsily pulled you down to her, her lips crashing onto yours. She moaned into your mouth as the toy pounded rapidly into her wet cunt. The squelching noises from her made your cunt twitch as you grinded down against her waist.

“Fuck, you’re so sexy.” You praised in between kisses. “Listen to how wet you are.”

“You’re still fucking soaked.” She moaned before biting her lip.

“I was thinking about you,” You said as you kissed along her jaw. “How you’d make sure I was absolutely destroyed because you know how to fuck me just right. Not to mention watching you come undone as you writhe under me.”

She cursed at your dirty talk, her thighs starting to tense up as that coil tightened in her core. She whimpered as her orgasm shook through her body, the toy squelching as her juices coated it. You let the toy continue as you slowly lowered the settings until it eventually stilled, Rumi’s body twitching as she came down from her high. She panted below you as you tossed the remote to the side. You bent down and pressed a kiss to her lips, but before you could pull back she greedily kept you in place. Her tongue snaked its way into your mouth, your moans getting swallowed. She forced you to pull back, only inches separating your faces.

“I’m gonna spend the rest of the night ruining your pussy,” She warned, a dark mischievous grin spreading across her face. “Because it’s mine.”

Rumi flipped you over onto your back, as she started to straddle your hips, before you even noticed she moved. She pinned your arms above your head. “Well what are you waiting for?” You asked, your tongue slowly swiping across your lip. “Take what’s yours, baby.”

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