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mirukosbitchywife · 1 year

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hawks, miruko, fatgum, midnight and eraserhead x vigilante reader

REPOST the original one got flagged as s3xu4l content even tho it's just fluff :(

vigilante reader is tame basically acting as a pro hero just without the license, mainly focusing on saving people, and therefore none of the heros reallu care. no warnings just pure fluff

hawks/keigo takami:

-keigo would be a vigilante if he wasn't taken in by the commission. 100% he would not have stopped saving lives even if he got in trouble for it. he might even fuck around and manage to get you an actual hero license if you want one, even a fake one to get out of trouble if you need it

-basically. even as the number two hero he's no snitch and in fact really respects what you do. you guys probably met trying to save the same civilian or something and hit it off immediately

-he lets you follow him on patrols, absolutely no fucks. almost everyone thinks you're just one of his sidekicks and you basically act as one without the hero license. would just use his feathers to carry you away from any particularly hard ass heros (cough endeavor cough) if he needs to

-doesn't have a lot of friends but the ones he does have know all about you (including everything keigo gushes to them about you ugh) and they also don't care, they trust him as a person and a hero so by default they trust you

-probably also insists on training you but most of your spars end up in making out because he has no self control when it comes to you but you're not complaining

-end of day routine with keigo would def start with you two dancing in keigos living room, he just sweeps you up and starts dancing out of no where, doesn't even need music, the sound of you laughing at his antics is music enough for him, you've come to expect it every day when he comes home and it's one of the things you miss most when he's gone on a longer mission

-your rough days always end with you flying, even if you can fly using your own quirk, there's something about being held to the chest of the man you love while he flys through the night sky, placing unwavering trust in him to not let you fall while you admire the stars always makes your heart full, and for keigos rough days, you always preen his feathers, he's not used to anyone touching them besides his fans grabbing at him, so nothing relaxes him more than the feeling of your fingers in his feathers, straightening and adjusting them for him as you go

miruko/rumi usagiyama:

-is so aggressively supportive of the vigilante thing she'd see you out beating the shit out of a villain and be like BEAT THEIR ASS BABE GET EM

-insists on you training with her. if you want to be a vigilante you gotta be in shape enough to go toe to toe with the number 5 pro hero

-absolutely kicks your ass in training but it's okay bc she gives you kisses every time you win a match <3

-if you're not immediately recognizable as a vigilante she Will take you to the boring hero shit she has to go with. no one's willing to get close enough to you besides hawks, because if you're with her she'll glare down anyone who tries to approach her and hawks is the only one brave enough to get closer (she also trusts hawks the most out of all of them and knows hes no snitch)

-has a sixth sense for when you're in trouble, so if you're ever in over your head in the same city as her ur opponent better start praying

-on especially hard days for you, rumi gives a mean back massage that leaves you putty in her hands, on rumis hard days you always do her hair. she finds it so relaxing and loves the styles you do on her and will proudly wear whatever you did as long as she can

fatgum/taishiro toyomitsu:

-taishiro is just That Guy yk u guys probably met because he picked you up by your scruff during a fight you were losing and he jumped in all heroic like *swoons*

-him being That Guy /pos and all his only reaction after dealing with the villain is to put you down and be like woah. hello person i have never seen in my life before this very second right now. you should hurry along i don't want any civilians caught in the cross hairs when the police arrive. anyway random stranger i've never seen ever you should totally come by my hero agency and train in case you know. you get caught close to another villain attack

-guys got a heart proportional to the rest of him how could you not do anything for him he's sunshine personified. if he said jump you'd ask how high he's just got that affect

-he's probably the most chill pro hero aside from like. aizawa. you know how like the bigger the dog the more chill they get (usually). yeah same affect with him he minds his business stays in his lane does heroic deeds on the reg yk

- his favorite thing to do with you is spend time with you laying on top of him <33 he usually takes up all the space on wherever he's lying but no complaints can be heard when you get to cuddle on top of him all night

-end of day routine with taishiro would pretty much be him coming home from work, flopping on the couch, and dragging you to lay on top of him to doze until the food he ordered arrives (even if you wanted to there's no way you could cook for tai after work, you'd have a hard enough time cooking for Any pro hero let alone one who's quirk is dependent on food)

-your rough days usually entail you crawling inside his shirts to be closer to him (in my mind his clothes are probably usually baggy because they need to be able to withstand his full size and after a day at work he'd probably be at least somewhat smaller) and him allowing you to curl up on him like a cat (he probably also pets ur hair like a cat but we don't need to mention that), his rough days probably entail something like baking treats together!! he seems like the kind of guy who really really enjoys quality time with a s/o and combining that with food? his bad day melts away immediately

midnight/nemuri kayama:

-honestly you're probably not even the first vigilante she's dated, if there's one thing nemuri is gonna do it's whatever the fuck she wants lmao

-she's def the type of person to be like rules are meant to be broken

-nemuri LOVES going out with you, you better pray you don't have a recognizable face because there's no way you're getting out of going out to dinner and her dragging you shopping and her showing you off any chance she gets(not that you'd want to get out of that stuff i mean. it's nemuri)

-nemuri prefers working night shifts even when not working at ua so she can force you to take a break when she takes hers and she always packs you food <3

-she also prefers night shifts so you both can protect each other, shadowing one another in case one of you gets over your heads, the other one never being too far

-she probably has a lot of cats and by default they're your cats so usually while nemuris gone at ua you're playing with her cats. (nemuri probably has hundreds of pictures of you with a cat on top of you after you fell asleep)

-her favorite time of day is when you're both home and sweaty from fighting, your end of day routine always starts with taking a bath together, washing grime off the other, using the tenderness to reset your minds after a long day

-she loves to pamper you, do your nails, face masks, anything you want ,and uses her quirk slightly on you after a particularly rough day, and for her rough days you always make sure she gets a foot massage and glass of wine with a book <3

eraserhead/shouta aizawa:

-same shit different day yeah? he probably mostly has vigilante friends if we're honest (aside from hizashi and nemuri of course)

-is definitely used to dealing with vigilantes both a professional and unprofessional sense, nothing you can do will shock him, and you can always count on him to save your ass when things go south, it's like he has a second quirk with the way he's able to sense when you're either about to do something stupid or about to die. usually both.

-you guys patrol at night together, you both prefer working when you know the other is somewhere nearby in case things go south, and more often than not you take cases on together (although Technically it's just him on the paperwork)

-omg what if you guys meet because he saw you feeding a cat and snuck up on you only for you to. notice him? holy shit?? you could sense his presence?? he was flabbergasted. that like never fucking happens

-end of day routine is you bullying him into a shower with you and him making you wash his hair as payment. literally a fucking cat. we both know he wouldn't shower after patrol alone he'd just go to sleep.

-your rough days always end up with you in a caterpillar looking ass sleeping bag with shouta but you'd have it no other way. his rough days are full of cat cafes. they just relax him like nothing else

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robinsomega · 1 year

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miruko/rumi in rut x reader

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

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

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

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amphibiahawks321 · 1 month

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Mirko : I'm hungry...

M!Reader : I can order us some takeout-

Mirko : Carrot cake...

M!Reader : What?

Mirko : I want Carrot cake

M!Reader : Don't you think having dessert is a bit too much? and also I don't even know how to make-

Mirko : I'll let you touch my ears

M!Reader : .....

[Cut to Y/N Shredding Carrots while watching a tutorial while Mirko hugs him and holds his waist from behind with a smile]

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frickingnerd · 1 month

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mirko with a s/o who has a fox quirk

pairing: mirko / rumi usagiyama x gn!reader

tags: established relationship, fluff, flipped bunny/fox dynamic

bunnies might be a foxes' natural prey, but neither you nor mirko are anything like the animals your quirk is related to!

mirko isn't a timid little bunny, but instead a tall and loud woman, easily towering over you in height! the only thing she has in common with a bunny is how much energy she always has!

meanwhile you're not a sly and cunning fox, but a rather quiet and shy person, who could never betray or hurt anyone!

the two of you make an interesting pair to look at, because of that! next to rumi, you look more like the prey than she does!

and she certainly likes to tease you about that! though truly, she just loves to tease you in general!

whenever the two of you are out on patrol or a mission together, rumi is usually the one running ahead, as you try to keep up with her and she likes to joke that those are the only times you're anything like a fox, since you're chasing after her – your prey!

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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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doumadono · 9 days

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Hiiiii! I am squeezing into your inbox to

1. Congratulate you on your achievement. You deserved it sweetheart and I am so happy for you (maybe even a lil jealous! Hihi). Keep up the wonderful work and keep bringing joy and comfort to other people!

2. To request something!

I want some Vanilla-Mango ice creams in a cup with Maple syrup.

All of this for my one and only bunny Mirko! 🐇🤍I love ya girl!

Stay awesome!

A/N: thank you so much, honeypot! Your support means everything. I hope you'll like this short piece, and please forgive me if the character isn't quite right — it's my first time writing for Bunny Hero Mirko! ♥

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The afternoon sun cast a warm glow over the city, painting the buildings with shades of gold and amber. You were walking through the park, lost in thought, when you spotted Mirko sitting on a bench, her prosthetic leg resting beside her. Her expression was distant, her eyes fixed on something far away.

Approaching her, you noticed the faint lines of pain etched on her face. You knew about her recent struggles with phantom pains, the cruel reminders of the limbs she had lost during the war. "Hey, Mirko," you greeted softly, taking a seat beside her.

She glanced at you, offering a small, weary smile. "Hey, Y/N," she replied, her voice carrying a hint of exhaustion.

"Is everything alright?" you inquired, concern coloring your words as you noticed the faint lines of strain etched upon her face.

Mirko sighed, her gaze returning to the horizon. "Just another rough day, I guess," she admitted, her fingers tracing the contours of her prosthetic leg. "The phantom pains have been acting up again."

You reached out, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry, Rumi. That sounds really tough."

She looked at you, her eyes filled with a mixture of gratitude and sadness. "It is," she admitted. "It's like… I can still feel them, you know? My missing arm and leg. Sometimes, it's like they're still there, and it hurts so much…"

You squeezed her shoulder gently, offering your support. "I can't even begin to imagine how hard that must be for you. But I'm here for you, okay? You're not alone. You never were, sweetie."

Mirko's eyes softened, and she leaned into your touch, finding solace in your presence. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

You hurried to a nearby store to grab two bottles of water and some mochi. When you returned, you paused behind a large tree, watching Mirko.

She was someone you deeply admired, one of the few people who truly inspired you. Her toughness was unmatched, and secretly, you yearned to possess even a fraction of her spirit, to be as brave as she was. She was your role model.

You spent the rest of the afternoon with Mirko, talking, laughing, and sharing stories, sitting on that bench. You listened as she opened up about her fears and insecurities, her dreams and aspirations. And through it all, you were there for her, offering words of encouragement and comfort.

As the sun began to set, casting long shadows across the park, Mirko turned to you, her eyes shining with gratitude. "You know," she began, her voice trembling slightly, "even on my darkest days, knowing that I have you by my side makes everything a little bit brighter."

You smiled, feeling your heart swell with warmth. "And you make everything brighter for me too, Mirko. You're strong, resilient, and incredibly brave. I admire you so much."

Mirko's smile widened, and she reached out, taking your hand in hers. "Thank you," she said softly. "That means the world to me. After Jaku and the war, things really shifted," she said, her brow creasing slightly. "It's not like it broke me, but I've been feeling more uncertain. About everything, really. Even my own abilities."

You met Mirko's gaze with a gentle smile. "Rumi," you began softly, squeezing her hand in reassurance, "you have no idea how many lives you've touched with your bravery. In the chaos of Jaku and the war, you were a beacon of hope for so many. Every leap you took, every punch you threw, they weren't just acts of courage — they were beacons of light in the darkness for all those who lost their hope. You saved countless lives with your unwavering determination and your indomitable spirit. Never doubt your abilities, my dear Rabbit Hero Mirko," you urged gently, your words a steadfast anchor amidst the uncertainty. "You are a hero in every sense of the word, and the world is a brighter place because of you. The echoes of your courage will never fade."

Mirko leaned into you, resting her head on your shoulder. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice tinged with emotion. "I think that's exactly what I needed to hear today."

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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.

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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?”

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Bruises (Miruko, Midnight)

Kinktober 2022 Day Twenty-Eight: Spanking, Choking

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

To you, it’s not just a job. At least, not anymore.

You see them every day. They’re in the ads that play on your TV. The news stories that show up in the paper. The interviews you hear over the radio. The video clips you watch on your phone. And they walk alongside you in the streets. Sometimes in costume. Sometimes not. Sometimes returning from a fight all safe and sound. Sometimes battered and beaten. Covered in bruises. But still alive. Still kicking. Despite all the dangers. Despite all the odds.

But that doesn’t change who they are. That doesn’t change the fact that they’re a Pro Hero. That they save people. That they save lives every single day. Performing a service that many are too afraid and too weak to do. And it's thoughts like these that make you think about how they have to live.

Maybe concealing their identity. Maybe never stepping out into the public. Avoiding this. Doing that. Things out of their control. Things that they have to so carefully control. All because of their job. All because of their lifestyle. The lifestyle that comes when you’re a Pro hero.

But that’s not you. It’s just not. You’re not a Pro hero. You’re nowhere close to being a Pro hero. You’re a hired whore. You do parties and private rooms and one-on-ones for cash. You keep identities secret, and you keep cocks warm. You spend most of your day naked with someone’s dick buried in between your thighs or your mouth sucking on someone’s clit. Sometimes the other way around. Sometimes in a different order. Sometimes not.

But you don’t have a job children aspire to have. You don’t have a job people send thank-you messages to through the TV. The bruises that you earn from work are the type you cover and hide with layers and layers of makeup and clothes. They’re nothing like ones earned from a battlefield. They are not something you can so easily wear with pride. Because you don’t save lives that they do. You don’t save the people like they do. But even then you’d like to think…

“You look so pretty like this, don't you bunny?”

You’d like to think that in your own special way, you save them.

“Yes…yes, I do,” You find yourself murmuring in between soft gasps of air as you answer Miruko’s question. The corner of said hero’s lips twitches upwards as her smile widens at your response. Your reward for your compliance is decided for you, and it’s decided quickly. It’s her hand adjusting its grip ever so slightly around your throat before starting to squeeze just a bit harder. And harder. And harder. “I…Miruko-”

You almost choke on her name, but you know it’s what she wants. It’s exactly what she wants as she grins down at you with a powerful look in her eyes. Your eyes flicker to her arm for a moment, sneaking a glance at your captor. Her gaze follows your eyes easily, and you know that from the way she subtly flexed her arms, letting her muscles strain and tense under your watchful eyes. It’s a show of power. A show of strength. A show of stability.

And a distraction from the hands of another coming down and laying a harsh slap to your ass.

You squeal at the impact, your head immediately trying to turn back to see the assailant. But your neck is still caught within Miruko’s firm grip. There’s nowhere for you to run as the Rabbit Hero's intense stare lays into you. And absolutely nowhere for you to hide as the woman she came here with comes up to your backside and places her hands on your bare flesh.

“Hey, pretty girl,” Midnight’s voice purrs directly in your ear. You can’t help but let out a soft noise of surprise- though the sound quickly melts into a pleasured moan as you feel her lips kiss the side of your jaw. Once. Twice. Three times as the R-rated Hero takes her sweet time pressing her into your back and kneading your ass with her hands. Drawing patterns into your skin. Squeezing it. Playing with it. Slapping it. And making it known that you weren’t just supposed to be servicing one client right now. “You didn’t forget about me, did you?”

You were supposed to be servicing two.

“N-no…” You stutter out in a harsh breath, almost yelping at the way Midnight’s left-hand makes contact with your raw ass cheek. She tuts her tongue at you- a sure sign that she doesn’t believe your little white lie as she reels back her right hand and hits that cheek now. This time you do- you do let out that whine you were holding in all this time, and the two women drink it in strides Miruko is quick to cut off the sound by adding more pressure and strength to the fist she has around your throat. “I- fuck…um…”

Behind you, Midnight continues her onslaught on your ass. Spreading your cheeks with perfectly manicured fingers before letting it all go and watching your backside jiggle and bounce with minimal effort. In between your desperate pants, the R-rated Hero asks for your color. And as you respond back with a whispered “green,” she hums approvingly, before pressing her lips against your shoulder- giving you the sweetest kiss as she goes back to focusing on your body. And as the Rabbit Hero flexes her fingers alongside your throat, she asks you if you’re enjoying yourself. If you missed them as much they missed you. And when you find yourself nodding along in her grip, the look in her eyes gets softer. Like as if that was what she needed from you more than anything at this moment. Not the sex. Not your body. But for someone to indulge her. For someone to indulge both of them. As if they were humans- not just heroes.

And at this point in your career, it’s something you know you shouldn’t be so horribly turned on by. Something that shouldn’t be making you make this big of a mess in your panties. Something that shouldn’t have you about to beg to feel more of. But you can’t help it. You just can’t. Like the two women in the room with you- you have wants. You have needs.

But that’s the thing. To you, it’s not just a job anymore. It’s a lifestyle.

At least, that’s what you tell yourself to justify all that you say and do.

Still, you know what you do is important in its own way. It’s a job you don’t tell people. It’s a job you don’t brag about. But you show up every day and you do it. And at the end of the day, your bruises may not show up in the same places. They may not show up in the same ways. But you know what you do is important. You know you’re saving people. You know that you’re saving them - in your own little way.

And sometimes you’ll come out safe and sound. Sometimes you’ll come out battered and beaten. Covered in those bruises. Sometimes on your neck. Sometimes on your ass. And sometimes, littered all around your body in spots you never think of. In spots you never see. But those are the fights you win. The fights that you came out alive. The fights that keep them still kicking.

Despite all the dangers. Despite all the odds.

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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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mirukosbitchywife · 1 year

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bnha pro heros with a vigilante s/o

aizawa, hawks, midnight, fatgum, miruko

vigilante reader is a pretty tame vigilante they pretty much just do heroic deeds but without a license so no one really cares much since ur not hurting anyone besides some bumps and scrapes, probably ooc? idk this is how i see them, not proofreading so if it sucks my bad, no warnings for anything i don't think, it's just fluff

midnight/nemuri:

-honestly you're probably not even the first vigilante she's dated, if there's one thing nemuri is gonna do it's whatever the fuck she wants lmao

-she's def the type of person to be like rules are meant to be broken

-nemuri prefers working night shifts even when not working at ua so she can force you to take a break when she takes hers and she always packs you food <3

-she also prefers night shifts so you both can protect each other, shadowing one another in case one of you gets over your heads, the other one never being too far

miruko/rumi:

-is so aggressively supportive of the vigilante thing she'd see you out beating the shit out of a villain and be like BEAT THEIR ASS BABE GET EM

-insists on you training with her. if you want to be a vigilante you gotta be in shape enough to go toe to toe with the number 5 pro hero

-absolutely kicks your ass in training but it's okay bc she gives you kisses every time you pin her <3

-has a sixth sense for when you're in trouble, so if you're ever in over your head in the same city as her ur opponent better start praying

-y'all's end of day routine always starts with rumi ranting about her day while you cook dinner for the both of you, then it's your turn to rant while she cleans the dishes after dinner

hawks/keigo:

-basically. even as the number two hero he's no snitch and in fact really respects what you do. you guys probably met trying to save the same civilian or something and hit it off immediately

-probably also insists on training you but most of your spars end up in making out because he has no self control when it comes to you but you're not complaining

fatgum/taishiro:

-taishiro is just That Guy yk u guys probably met because he picked you up by your scruff during a fight you were losing and he jumped in all heroic like *swoons*

-guys got a heart proportional to the rest of him how could you not do anything for him he's sunshine personified. if he said jump you'd ask how high he's just got that affect

eraserhead/shouta:

-same shit different day yeah? he probably mostly has vigilante friends if we're honest (aside from hizashi and nemuri of course)

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the-ultimate-puppteer · 4 days

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can you do miruko x shy male reader

Mirko with a shy male reader

•Contrary to popular belief being in a relationship with Mirko isn't all that difficult even if you're on the shy side

•The hard part is actually getting into a relationship with her seeing how you have to catch her attention first

•Luckily she seems to have a thing for men who are shy but able to assert themselves when needed

•Mirko is quite the tease towards you, she just really loves to see you get flustered

•Whether it be from something she said or from her giving you affection

•She just loves to see your face flush to a scarlet red and to hear you trip over your words

•Don't get her wrong though only she's allowed to do that to you

•If anyone else tried to to tease or fluster you they can expect to get a kick to the face

•As you can expect she's all about PDA she loves to show off her love towards you and that's just something you'll have to get used too

•If your also a hero like her she's going to make an exception and want to have you work with her

•You just gotta be capable of holding your own or keep up with her, she doesn't tolerate such weakness especially from her lover

•So expect to be working out with her when your not on patrol

•Good thing you have a good quirk that makes combat a lot easier for you

#mha x male reader #rumi usagiyama #rumi usagiyama x reader #rumi usagiyama x male reader #rumi x reader #rumi x male reader #mirko x reader #mirko x male reader #miruko x male reader #miruko x reader

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domxmarvel · 1 year

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My favourite thing

Masterlist

Pairing: Mirko/Rumi x Female!Reader

Request: Could you do a rumi x fem!reader where r comes home sick but doesn’t tell rumi, and she doesn’t find out until r like passes out or throws up or something lol. Best gf rumi takes care of her gworl

You knew from the moment you woke up that you were sick,but you powered through and got up. Rumi had already left so she wasn't there to stop you from leaving. You made it through the day but you felt far worse than you did earlier. You were hoping to get back before Rumi but the second you walked in she was already waiting for you.

"Welcome back,carrot cake" Her smile fell once she got a good look at you. "Hey what's wrong? You look a bit pale"

"I'm fine,just tired" You lied,but immediately you felt like you had to throw up. Covering your mouth,you ran past her and into the bathroom. Immediately she was there behind you,holding your hair back. After that there was an awkward moment of silence before she quickly picked you up.

"Why didn't you tell me?" You just stayed silent,looking at anything other than her. She sighed and backed away. "I'll get you some medicine and I'll make you some tea" You knew how hard she worked and you didn't want to burden her any further. Being a pro hero she hardly had a break or anytime to herself and you didn't want to take up whatever small amount of time she had. You hadn't heard her come back,until you heard the cup on your nightstand. "Careful it's hot"

"Not as hot as you" She went red,not ready for what you just said. "I'm sorry I didn't say anything. I didn't wanna burden you,you already work so hard and I don't wanna add to that. You should be able to come home and just relax instead of taking care of me"

"Y/N,you're never a burden to me. I love you and there's nothing I'd rather be doing than taking care of you. So what do you need? I can make you some soup or do you want a massage or I could-"

"Maybe some cuddles"You interrupted. She held onto you tightly,kissing your forehead.

"Taking care of you is my favorite thing"

#mirko x reader #mha mirko #mirko #rumi usagiyama x reader #rumi x reader #rumi usagiyama #mha x reader #mha #my hero academia x reader #my hero academia

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frickingnerd · 11 months

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being in a poly relationship with mirko and lady nagant

pairing: mirko/rumi usagiyama x gn!reader x lady nagant/kaina tsutsumi

tags: polyamorous relationship, hero / villain dynamic, fluff

lady nagant and you were colleagues and you two met long before you got to know mirko

you two were happy and in love back then and you really thought you'd end up marrying kaina one day

but then she snapped, wasn't able to endure all the pain her work caused and ended up being thrown into tartarus

a few years later you met rumi aka. mirko, a new hero that you worked along side and quickly build a close relationship with

you still weren't fully over kaina when you started dating rumi, but you assumed it would just happen eventually

beside, she was in the most secure prison japans, so you'd never get to see her again… right?

wrong! a few years later, the prisoners of tartarus fled – along them your first love, kaina

you were one of the first ones to start looking for her, together with mirko, who knew how hard it would be for you to see her again

instead, lady nagant crossed paths with hawks and deku first, with you only getting to meet her again when she was brought into a hospital after severe injuries that almost killed her

it took a while for kaina to get better again – not just physically, but also mentally. yet you were beside her every step of the way. and so was rumi!

your girlfriend knew how much your ex still meant to you and she wasn't the jealous type

even when you confessed to her that you still hadn't gotten over kaina and that you still had feelings for her, mirko encouraged you to tell her about it

if everything would go well, you'd get to be with kaina and rumi. and things did go well!

both of them were important people in your life that you couldn't live without!

they were aware of it and they didn't mind having to 'share you' with someone else

rumi had heard a lot about kaina since she started dating you and kaina learned about rumi during her time at the hospital

the two girls slowly got closer as well over time, realizing they weren't so different and that they had a few things in common, aside from you

but being your girlfriends was a good bonding point for the beginning

after a while, the relationship started to feel more and more natural. you started getting used to your situation and it started to feel like it was meant to be this way

you couldn't imagine your life without the two of them anymore

and neither could they!

without you, kaina wouldn't have been able to recover. you were able to accept her flaws and support her as she tried to get better again

and rumi fell in love with you even more, seeing how kindly you treated kaina, someone who had been through so much and yet still received nothing but kindness from you…

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curiousquirks · 2 years

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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.”

#rumi usagiyama x reader #mirko x reader #bnha smut #kinktober 2022 #curiouskinks 2022 #mirko #rumi usagiyama

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