YerKillinMe
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The highest hurdle after the revelation of Rumi being part demon was the fact that her entire self worth hinged on how well she suppressed that aspect of her identity. Reminders that she was more than enough usually did the trick a majority of the time.
Unfortunately, their sex life did not fall under that majority. Rumi still hid behind a vague modesty that extended as far as her bare chest and stone bottom service, even though she wished for more herself.
Only one thing stopped her from going all out and falling under her girls complete command: When she got too excited, her clit would morph into a dick.
And, of course, they found out.
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No Saja Boys AU
During a business-as-usual demon hunt, Zoey gets badly hurt, which causes Rumi to snap and reveal her true form.
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Training the next generation of hunters by herself wasn’t supposed to be easy—she had no delusions about that. The day she’d been left alone with a child to raise and centuries worth of legacy on her shoulders brought with it a startling clarity. She was responsible for shaping the warriors fated to seal the Honmoon—solely and indubitably—and she had no intention of neglecting that duty.
What she did neglect, however, was to consider a few… puberty related complications.
If they would all just—stop touching each other, this would go a lot smoother.
or: Celine realizes too late that she may be in over her head.
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Rumi doesn't have a lot of sexual experience but she feels safe enough to ask Mira for what she wants. Mira is so down, no matter how nonchalant she tries to act.
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- Part 9 of leave what's heavy behind
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“Uh uh,” Zoey’s hand turns into a harsh grip of her purple hair and the pressure, the sting of pain has Rumi whimpering. Her head is tipped back by Zoey’s hand so that her dark eyes meet Zoey’s molten brown. “You need to behave. You don’t want to be a bad boy, do you?”
The words sink into Rumi’s belly, each scolding word twisting itself in her guts as guilt devours her. She whimpers and shakes her head, her slender purple tail curling around her waist as she stares up at Zoey. Pleading dark eyes, eclipsed by sheer arousal until nothing but pitch black remains. Gold flickers in her left eye like a halo.
She wants to be good, she can be good, she can be so good for Zoey.
“I have to punish you, unnie. You understand, right? You left bruises on my skin without permission.” Zoey’s tone is a bit patronizing, but not insulting, more like she’s scolding Rumi like a puppy. And Rumi… she’s okay with that. She’d happily take the punishment for what she did.
She wants to be good. She wants to be good.