hello friends. iโll be putting this blog on an indefinite hiatus. i love rumi, and i love writing her, but my muse for her hasnโt been all too here due to the state of the manga and her vague status, as well as the state of the mha rpc. i have blogs elsewhere, but i want to keep them small and for friends exclusively. itโs been a fun ride, and hopefully i can come back to this blog in the future. thank you all for a wild experience, and hope to see you all again soon!
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sorry for falling off the radar, fam. i tested positive for covid-19, so itโs been a rough transition from working all the time, to not working at all. thankfully the school i work at has entered winter session, so iโll be good to go back to work when the new semester starts. lemme tell you tho, eating without being able to smell or taste food sucks ass. i would never wish this upon anyone. once things settle and i get used to being holed up in a room with another relative of mine who tested positive, iโll be a bit more productive. i def wanna clean up this blog a little and drop a few threads and start new ones eventually. on here and kirishima, hopefully. until then, iโll be offline here and more active on discord. iykyk my discord. if you want it, dm me or like this post ๐๐ค๐ผ
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โณ @woolspunโ sent: rumi would you have a threesome with me and the chicken boy? i bet we could spit roast him : )
โ the fuck?โ โ rumi sputters, disbelief evident in her expression ( etsu was really popping the fuck off with these curveballs tonight )ย โย โi mean . . .ย โ โ the rabbit hero stares off into the distance, lips pursed as she reflects on the bomb etsu droppedย โย โiโd be down, no cap. i bet heโd look really pretty chokinโ on yer strap. he has a face pretty enough to sit on, too. โ
โณ @woolspunโ sent:ย okay rumi. would you rather sleep with me, your big soft tiddie gf. or. or. or. mister orca man with the two dicks?
โ wow yer askinโ some really inch-a-restinโ questions tonight, peaches. what brought this on, huh? didya drink too much with featherbrain?โ โ rumi muses with an upturned brow, surveying her girlfriend with a critical eye to assess for any damage or alcohol consumptionย โย โtโkeep things spicy, iโm gonna answer under the assumption that itโd be a one off thing. iโd fuck gang orca for the hell of it. itโd be an . . . experienceย since itโs only speculation that heโs packinโ two dongs. โ
โณ anonymous sent:ย Miss.. Miss Miruko! Can.. C-Can you sign my backpack, please?
โ hey kid! iโd be more than happy to sign that for ya!โ โ she uncaps the marker offered to her, brow furrowed in concentration as she scrawls over the canvas material of her fanโs backpackย โ โthere ya go. i gotta head back to patrol, but it was nice meetinโ ya! โ
โณ anonymous sent:ย the public wants to know, rate your latest sexual encounter : )
โ yer really fuckinโ nosy, yanno that?โ โ her comment lacks the usual bite, having become far too accustomed to reporters shouldering their way into her personal life โย โbut to answer the question . . . i donโt kiss and tell. โ
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cw: alcohol, masturbation, lots of crying, lots of angst, introspection.
the pitter patter of rain falls heavy against her windows which overlook the nighttime cityscape kyoto was renowned for. it was a blessing that rain befell the city, the summer heat having been almost unbearableโperhaps the rain will temper the scorching weather, blessing the city with a gentle breeze that would soothe heated skin. all alone and swathed in darkness, rumi nurses her umpteenth can of asahi, mulling over the past weekโs happenings ( she can add another failed relationship as a notch on her bedpost, another failed attempt at love, another round of searching for lost love in other people ) with bittersweet memories swimming to the forefront of her mind, she polishes off her beer and cracks open another, wallowing in self-pity and self-imposed loneliness. misery loved her company, and it seemed like it was the only company she could keep these days. with every sip, she recalls fond memories of her time with a particular pair of past lovers, the only two people in the whole world who continued to hold power over her despite not being in her proximity. she remembers the fleeting glances, secret rendezvous in between classes, stolen kisses betwixt the library stacks. simpler times before they all grew up and left her behind.
but these memories also left an awful taste in her mouth, as it was also her first brush with heartbreak. she had given it her all, and done the best she could do, yet it still wasnโt good enough. nothing could ever surpass the pain of being the last to know it was over, that she had been the last to believe they were still together, the only one who still apparently believed they were all in love ( how could she have been so fucking stupid? ) she pushes the fragmented memories of her relationship falling apart to the back of her mind, before the gaping hole in her chest could consume her and make the ache of loneliness more pronounced ( lonely and touch starved, an unhealthy concoction for the heartbroken woman who sought love in all the wrong places ) the haze of sadness is lifted, and a different ache easily replaces it, a deep seated yearning she was long accustomed to. an ache she satiates regularly in the arms of strangers. she reclines against the plush loveseat behind her, silvery hair spilling like waterfall against the material as a wandering hand maps out all the places they have touched her. she imagines the ghosting of their lips with a featherlight brush of fingertips against her own, traces the column of her neck into the dip of her clavicle the way they used to with their teeth, indentations of her nails on supple skin. placing her beverage amongst the many others on the table, she uses two hands to explore her body, wholly invested in the fantasy her mind concocted, falling into it freely knowing it would inevitably hurt her ( it was always worth it )
โ you look so pretty like this bunny-chanโ " she can almost hear etsuโs sweet voice against the shell of her ear as her fingers pluck at her nipples, squeezing painfully which elicits a gasp while heat pools between her hips.
โ i bet sheโs soakinโ wet, too. my pretty lil cocksleeveโโ ย taishiroโs deep timbre cajoles in her memory. face hot and her skin even hotter, rumi shimmies out of her shorts, far too impatient to remove them fully, and settles for them straining against her knees as she parts her thighs, one hand dedicated to rolling a nipple between thumb and forefinger, and the other sliding past the planes of her abdomen before finally dipping between her legs. with a sharp cry, her hips buck up into her hand when she swirls a finger over her sensitized clit. sobs as her pussy clenches painfully around nothing, aching to be filled, to be fucked out of her mind and into a subspace. she wants to be wrecked, to be pushed so far over the edge that sheโll forget, even just for a little while, that sheโs all alone.
she wants to be just rumi. not rumi whoโs still hung up over toyomitsu taishiro and etsu campbell. she wants to forget heartache and focus solely on pleasure. itโs a tall order, but with the amount of alcohol sheโs consumed, and with how desperate she is to put them out of her mind, sheโs certain sheโll achieve a moment of peace.
uncertainty fills her as she eyes her den, but she persists. even going as far as to crawl since her legs buckled underneath her once she stood. after the arduous journey from foyer to bedroom, rumi falls into the unmade sheets of her burrow. face down, she tilts her hips upward, a hand finding their way back between her legs, fingers greedily sinking into her drenched pussy before hastily circling her puffy clit. her body jerks forward, on the precipice of cresting but fizzling out like a firework. she needs more, something that would push her past the edge and free fall into bliss. frustrated and maybe a little delirious, rumi rolls over onto her back, scooting further up on her bed until her shoulders bump into the headboard. a fumbling hand unearths her battery-operated lover from the depths of her bedside drawer, nearly weeping in relief when her fingers brush the silicone appendage. pulling it out of its hiding place, rumi pauses to admire the absolute demon of a dildo she had purchased in an embarrassing moment of insanity. an acquaintance had suggested it when she voiced her dissatisfaction with her bed partners, and on a day where the loneliness seemed at its worse, she purchased the bad dragon dildo without batting an eye, only to flush scarlet when it arrived in a dark parcel a week later.
fondly known as fenrir by many, she appraises the thick cock in her hands, knuckles brushing over the ridges on its underside, hesitating over the fat knot at its base. she gnaws on her bottom lip, uncertainty rearing its ugly head before she throws reason out the window. slipping out of bed, she mounts the dildo onto her floor, thankful for the wooden paneling before praising the heavens for the genius behind suction cup technology and the advancements made with them. poised over the intimidating dildo, she gyrates her hips in small, tight circles, hissing when the tip presses against her labia, tilting her hips down so itโd nudge her clit. sucking in a breath, rumi spreads her legs further apart, slowly sinking down over the silicone phallus. she takes it inch by inch until sheโs breathless and full. thereโs an indescribable ache in her hips from exertion tinged that was also suffused with pleasure. with a groan, the wintery haired woman sets a slow and gentle pace, flushing hotter when the squelching sounds of her wet pussy taking cock echoes in her empty room. her pants turned into labored breaths as she chases after the mind-numbing pleasure. it was so close, she could almost taste it, she just needed a little more. . .
with a huff, rumi quickens her pace, wet enough and accustomed to the dildoโs girth to attempt taking the knot at the base ( she wants it, she wants it so badly. she wants to feel full, to feel that deep seated ache that wouldnโt leave for hours ) frustrated, she splays a hand onto the wooden floor, leveraging herself whilst she uses her other hand to touch her clit, fingers swirling over the wet nub as she pushes herself on, mindlessly chasing after the orgasm she was on the precipice of. she works her hand faster, chest heaving as she picks up a breakneck rhythm. the hand playing with her clit cramps, curling inward and causing her blunt nails to scrape her clit, pushing it back into her hood. with a jolt, rumiโs back straightens, ears twitching as she slams her body down onto the dildo. the walls of her pussy flutter, her mouth falling open in a silent scream as her hands fall back to the floor, holding herself up as her body spasms. with a whimper, rumi rolls her hips back and forth, riding the last dredges of her orgasm.
post nut clarity was a funny thing, rumi thinks, it only made apparent what she already knew. she was lonely. she missed them. they were no longer a part of her life, by choice and not by her intervening. they didnโt want her anymore, and no matter what she did, they never will. itโs a reality she has no choice but to accept. breath hitching, rumi dismounts fenrir and clambers into her den. lip trembling, rumi curls up into a fetal position, eyes screwed shut as fond memories swim through her mind. etsuโs sweet and charming smile. taishiroโs full belly laugh ( she misses them so fucking much. more than theyโll ever know ) with the memory of them in the forefront of her mind, rumi finally falls asleep.
โณ @aoihxnoโ said:ย โ iโm not going anywhere. โ
though their paths may cross in the dark and dank alleyways of japan, dabi was a creature who knew how to hide well, and if he wanted to remain that way, there really wasnโt away for her to unearth his whereabouts. itโs been weeks since their last contact, and as she loathes to admit it, rumi was in dire need of social interaction. many of her clients preferred encrypted messages to the physical meetings dabi and the league seemed to prefer. it had bothered her before, but now she looked forward to the minutes spent exchanging information (ย she couldย even admit she looked forward to the burnt fuckerโs callous hands on her touch starved assย ) but their transactions came fewer and farther in between, an indication that something big was about to happen, though she was none the wiser as to what it was. so color her surprised to find the man in question lurking around her haunt. with a scoff, she approaches him, eyebrows raised in a silent demand as to why he was here ( to no oneโs surprise, he has nothing to say ) rolling her eyes, she steps around him and opens her hideaway, leaving the door unlocked should he choose to follow her in. when the door closes and locks behind her, rumi prepares for a fight, immediately jumping to the conclusion that the dark haired man was here to tie any loose ends. with a wry smile, rumi looks at him from over her shoulder.ย โ ya here to make sure i keep my mouth shut, huh, dabi? a little dramatic, if ya ask me. i canโt keep my mouth shut, itโs how i run my businessโ โ rumi sneers, turning to face him fully, hurt lacing her words from being left high and dryย โย โya coulda said somethinโ instead of it cominโ down to this. us tryna kill each other,ย โcuz iโm notย โbout to make this easy for ya!โ โ his admission catches her off guard, surprise phasing into her expression as she drops her guard ( perhaps she had been more transparent that she thought. was it easy to tell she maybe, sorta, kinda missed him? ) โย โthatโs what they all say, dabi. i really donโt expect anything from you. โ ( a boldfaced lie if she ever heard one. not that heโll ever know )ย
ย ย ย worrying about her ?ย
ย ย ย โฆ
ย ย ย in a way, yes, or so blake supposes.ย
ย ย ย ruโฆ ahem. MISS MIRUKO is a strong, self-assured woman who can EASILY fend for herself. despite the casual friendliness in her interactions with him, the woman is likely very well-aware of how the commission would act ( would ? will, since sheโs daring to splurge on THEIR dime ) in such a situation.
ย ย ย โ beige wallpaper ?
ย ย ย whatโs wrong with that ? i find beige to be a rather calming color. โ
ย ย ย surprisingly, he allows her to use him as a living clothes rack, his arms easily holding up the heaps of fabric sheโs thrown his way. golden eyes flick from her face to the amount of stuff rumi apparently wants him to try on.
ย ย ย โ these will still have to be tailored.
ย ย ย or iโll have to cut the slits in the back to be bigger, later. โ
ย ย ย blakeโs wings, always kept so tightly curled around him or pressed to his back, twitch in the slightest as if to remind his companion that they exist. such useless things, the wings. theyโre only good for being an inconvenience now. he hasnโt flown in over ten years. the commission trained him to keep them close, OUT OF THE WAY.ย
ย ย ย though he muses that they have their own unique uses, such as that time they functioning as an umbrella for his last handler. they hadnโt been very receptive of his thoughtfulness.
ย ย ย pausing at where the fitting rooms lie, the taller halts and gives aโฆ painfully unsure glance back towards where rumi stands, waiting. the look flips into something annoyed as she refers to him as a lapdog.
ย ย ย โ โฆ
ย ย ย try not to refer to me in such a manner, miss miruko. โ
ย ย ย thereโs noย โ pleaseย โ orย โ thank youย โ thrown into the sentence, but itโs clear from the vultureโs tone that heโd be thankful if she remembered that. he didnโt need reminded of his position. without another word, blake turns and disappears into a fitting room. but not without first shuffling his wings, a stray feather falling to the floor to hold his place.
โ i guess itโs a backhanded compliment. it really means that yer easy to overlook because ya just blend into the scenery. which is a pity since ya have such a nice face. ya really have come a long way compared to the basket case the commission left on my doorstepโ โ the breath she expels could only be considered dramatic. more so emphasized with the slight shake of her head and a hand touching the apple of her cheek. with a wave of her hand, rumi dispels the illusion of a pining lady, a cheeky grin replacing her pout as she tugs at the material sheโs shoved into blakeโs arms.ย โย โdonโt worry about it, we can get one of our in house designers to fixย โem right up. yer wasting daylight arguinโ with me. yโreally should know better by now that itโs my way or the highway whenever things concern yaโ โ with a roll of her eyes, rumi grabs the curtains, tugging them closed for his privacy. she ignores the lip service he gives her, choosing not to rise to the bait ( as she is prone to doย ) the dumb bird actsย as if he wasnโt the one who called himself a lapdog on the daily.ย โย โyer words not mine, if ya wanna talk semantics, blake. but if it grinds yer gears, iโll do ya a solid, deal? after all the lip flappinโ yโbeen doinโ, have ya finally tried somethinโ on yet, birdie? โ
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ย ย ย โ d-donโt move your fingers like that. โ
ย ย ย thereโs a hiss-like quality to his voice as his pupils narrow into slits, locking onto the rapidly-moving digits that only seem to move closer and closer with each passing second. come only closer and theyโre going to be bitten for sure.
ย ย ย โ i think the only reason youโd watch n-nat geo is for the spring special with the rabbitsโ โ
โ oh?โ โ perhaps she shouldnโt have sounded as breathless as she did, but the laughter bubbling in the back of her throat would ruin whatever little game of cat and mouse at play here ( rumi played to fucking win, no matter how stupid or childish the game may be ) she bites down on her bottom lip, teeth gnawing at her flesh as she stifles her snort at blakeโs comical distress. there was a likely chance heโd retaliate in some way, but thatโs only if he got the best of herย ( he wonโt )ย โ โi didnโt knowย โbout that. are ya tryna tell me somethinโ, big guy? you interested? โย