Hzazu
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After experiencing her demon puberty for the first time, Rumi transforms back to normal and is able to work again! All's well that ends well, right?
Well...
Bookmarked by Hzazu
01 Mar 2026
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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.
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Baby, We're Connected in More Ways than One by dearsen
Fandoms: KPop Demon Hunters (2025)
08 Dec 2025
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Rumi crawled into the nest before drawing her knees up to her chest and wrapping her arms tight around herself while the toy lay there sinfully among the fabrics, mocking her with its presence. She wouldn’t use it. No way. The embarrassment still burned hot in her veins—how could they hand her that thing like it was no big deal?
Minutes stretched into what felt like hours. The room grew warmer, or maybe it was just her—but the heat coiled tighter, making her shift uncomfortably. Her eyes kept drifting to that cursed toy, curiosity gnawing at her.
What harm could looking do? Just… looking.
With a frustrated huff, Rumi took it into her hands. The surface was smooth, almost silky, and when her fingers brushed over the swirls, they began to glow softly as if responding to her touch. A shiver ran down her spine, mirroring the glow of the patterns dancing across her skin. She held it closer, examining the entrance—the spot designed for… well, for her. It looked tempting, and before she could talk herself out of it, she had already begun dipping two fingers inside.
Or, Mira and Zoey give Rumi something to help her with her heat, but little did she know, Mira felt everything.
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- Part 2 of Polytrix Smut One-shots
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To the fans, Ryu Rumi is practically royalty.
Already having a name in the industry well before she said her first word, she exudes strength, confidence, command…isn’t it funny then that what she does on stage is decided for her?
Her bandmates prescribe the words on the page which she sings to the millions. It’s they who orchestrate each bend and twist of her body as she dances across stage. She speaks and moves how they wish like a well trained show dog. It’s enough to make one wonder…
Who really takes the lead in Huntr/x?
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A fragmented, Rumi-centered study on Huntrix’s power dynamic (spoiler she’s a bad bitch in the streets, and submissive and breedable in the sheets)
Bookmarked by Hzazu
27 Feb 2026
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Lowkey not much smut, more of like a descriptive one, showing Rumi's public image vs polytrix in private settings
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Rumi opened her eyes, staring at the sleeping girl. Tense as she tried not to buck her hips into Zoey. All she could do was chant in her mind.
“Don’t grind against her face. Don’t grind against her face.”
She fought against herself. She wanted to grab her head, hold her down and grind into her until she came all over her face. She wanted that so bad. Wanting, needing to go further. But she won’t, she can’t.
Behind Rumi, and her internal turmoil, Mira emerged from her bedroom, having just finished a shower. She sees Rumi on the couch, face flushed in embarrassment.
Mira knows that look. Rumi was horny…
Mira stalks closer behind her, seeing the full scene before her. Zoey’s head, centimeters from Rumi’s groin, hand splayed on her stomach, and Rumi trying very hard not to give in to her deepest, darkest desires.
The smile that dons her lips is devilish, mischievous. She could tell that Rumi’s patterns were pulsing. It meant Rumi was even more horny than Mira thought.
With the whisper of the devil herself, she leaned in. “Do it. She’ll like it.”
Mira’s hot breath puffed out against Rumi’s face. “C’mon, you know she would.”