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Final Girl: Act II

Pairing: Daichi x Reader x Kuroo

Tags: NSFW, Yandere, Non-Con, Dehumanization, Humiliation, Belly Expansion/Forced Enema and Water Sports, Mind-Break, Non-Con Photography/Filming, Forced Bondage, Sex Machines, Cow Tail Plug

A/N: Think I hit the biggest TWs, but just be warned this is leaning into Dead Dove territory and there’s a lot here. My depraved mind is clearly making up for the literal years I’ve left you all hanging smut wise.

Link to Final Girl: Act I

Women are trained actors when it comes to fooling men and you tell yourself this is no different than smoothly weaning off the unwanted attention of an annoyingly persistent man at a bar. Fluttering your eyelashes, laughing and smiling on cue, maybe slightly overexaggerating how divine Daichi’s cooking is, you’re the epitome of a silly smitten woman. Too bad you’re pitted against two even more veteran actors who are enjoying your little act, enjoying pushing your fraying nerves.

A feline smile widens at how your muscles subtly tighten, swiftly painted over by a coy smile when calloused hands purposefully linger and litter your body with far too many casual touches.

An eyebrow above seemingly kind brown eyes slightly arches in amusement at how you pretend to admire the interior of the cabin, trying to hide how your gaze pauses at every possible escape route.

But as fun as it is to watch you flounder about, the show must go on.

“I’m glad you like the meal. The eggs are actually from the neighbor who lives on the land next door.”

Both men hide their shared mirth at how your neck practically snaps towards them at those words. How predictable.

“Oh, you have a neighbor? Where? It didn’t seem like there was anyone nearby when I found your cabin…”

You drone on, every carefully inquisitive phrase and sentence nothing new to the two players watching you unknowingly recite your script word for word. Intermission is over and the second act has officially begun.

Scene: Foolish girl walks right into an obviously placed trap.

It’s a delicate dance feigning interest, coquettish charms on full display while gently turning down the offers to stay up late that night. A well placed giggle here and there while you gracefully dodge the proffered glasses of wine Kuroo seems set on you drinking. An Oscar worthy rendition of an exhausted woman when Daichi playfully brings out a deck of playing cards. It takes everything in you to pace yourself as you climb up the stairs to the guest bedroom, to keep up the act with an exaggerated yawn, when every instinct in you is begging you to flee and run as fast as your legs can take you.

Safely behind your locked door, you quietly wait for the dead of night while two beasts silently prowl and scheme beneath you.

Let the hunt begin.

It’s been hours since you’ve heard the sound of their voices, hours since you’ve heard both of them enter and close their respective doors, hours since you’ve heard any sound at all in the house. Surely they must be deep asleep?

You can’t risk double checking, not when every footstep you take is already an enormous risk. So instead you head directly for the door, slipping into the shadows as best you can, racing in the direction that Daichi had mentioned their neighbor occupied.

All you hear is your racing heart. All you see is endless greenery. Yet you feel that something is following you, watching you, hunting you. You don’t dare to fully stop, but confusion laces your natural instincts when every harried gaze backwards reveals nothing but the eerie darkness of the wilderness that encompasses you.

It feels like you’ve been running for ages, lungs burning, legs aching. Doubt and panic creep into your mind. How far did Daichi say this neighbor lived? Were you heading in the wrong direction- Your spiraling train of thought abruptly stops as the top of a structure peeks out from above the treeline. Could that be…A relieved sob forces its way out of your choked up throat as the outline of a barn becomes clearer with every approaching step. Hope fuels you to the finish line.

This has to be the neighbor’s farm, but you falter as you draw nearer. For an active working farm Daichi and Kuroo had been chatting a storm up about this morning, it’s awfully quiet. Not an animal in sight. You reason with yourself that it’s simply because of the odd hours. Of course any sane living creature would be asleep at this time. You’re sure the animals are just in their stables and pens. You’ll knock on the door and someone will answer. They’ll help you and everything will be alright.

Knock Knock

Scene: Girl ignores all warning signs.

You’re not completely wrong. When you knock someone does answer and your legs turn to lead as familiar brown eyes amusedly scan you over.

“Well well well, doesn’t this feel like deja vu? You know, it’s dangerous for girls to visit stranger’s homes. You should really fix that bad habit.”

Involuntarily your body takes a shaky step backwards only to collide with a firm surface and suddenly arms are snaking around you, pinning you in place, an unnervingly familiar sly voice chuckling in your ear.

“That was a fun little run, princess. I’ve worked up quite the appetite.”

You cry out, fight instincts taking over your body with flight no longer being an option as Kuroo’s arms painfully tighten their hold on you while he sinks teeth into your skin, biting, sucking, marking your vulnerably exposed neck. Squirming, kicking, flailing to no avail, you let out a choked sob when you realize all you’re doing is enticing the man behind you more, tears forming in your eyes as you feel him harden, hear his lewd moans in your ears as he ruts his clothed erection against you from behind.

You’re manhandled further into the barn, four arms now easily subduing you, toying with you as your struggles are repaid with sharp smacks to your ass, cruel pinches to your now exposed nipples as your clothes are torn off of you. Then suddenly, for a split second, you’re able to breathe, dilated pupils whirling around trying to understand what’s going on-

The barn fills with your screams as a pelt of cold water washes over you, your sobs and writhing a stark contrast to Kuroo’s relaxed smile as he lazily aims the hose at you. But before you can even think about lunging towards him you’re pulled onto Daichi’s lap, his hands cupping your breasts, almost laughably intimate in the way they knead and stroke your skin, lathering soapy suds onto every inch of you. You harshly throw your head back hoping to make contact, anger beginning to lace itself among your tumultuous emotions, but Daichi’s a pro at this, easily foreshadowing your every move. Your retaliation is countered by a painfully accurate smack to the space between your legs, exposed for all to see as Daichi’s knees hook between yours, prying your thighs open.

You feel like livestock, strung up on display for its owners to examine, one of Daichi’s hands holding your wrists behind your back, the position forcing your back to arch, thrusting your chest on full display, the cool night air brushing against your most intimate parts between your spread legs. There’s nothing you can do as Kuroo stalks closer to the two of you, hose still in hand, a razor sharp smile splitting his handsome face. It’s humiliating how Daichi treats you like a frightened animal, cooing at you, deft fingers skillfully tugging and flicking your nipples, drawing soothing gentle lines down your navel before landing at their final destination.

“Good girl.”

His words barely register as you let out a shaky moan when he circles your clit, your body unwillingly melting into his touch. But then you’re tensing, begging them to stop as Kuroo slips one finger inside of you, then two, the feeling of them scissoring inside of you combined with Daichi’s touches and his voice overwhelming, terrifying, delicious. There are three fingers in you now, the embarrassing sound of your leaking hungry cunt brutally apparent in the empty silent space.

“What a dirty girl. I knew you were a slut, but you’re liking this even more than I thought you would. Time to wash you again.”

You mewl in confusion when Kuroo suddenly pulls out of you eliciting mocking laughs from both men, but you’re not left empty for long and you shriek as the hose is ruthlessly plunged into you, cold water gushing into you, filling you, expanding your insides more than you could ever have imagined. Seconds feel like ages and you plead with them to stop, whimpering in discomfort as Daichi splays his free hand across your now bulging stomach. Just when you don’t think you can take anywhere it stops and hot tears of humiliation stray from your eyes as Kuroo pulls the hose out, a splattering of water you can’t control leaking from your clenching hole.

It takes everything in you to not let any more water out. It hurts, the fullness almost unbearable. But you won’t give them the satisfaction- Can’t give them the satisfaction of debasing you further by relieving yourself in front of them like a damn animal.

Except you do. After all, will power can only do so much against biology and you cry out as Daichi forcefully presses down on your stomach, a vulgar explosion of water expelling from between your legs, the harsh flash of a camera in Kuroo’s hands capturing every moment of your disgraceful fall.

Something inside you breaks at that moment. This can’t be real. How could this be happening to you? Things like this don’t happen in real life. It hurts to think.

So, you stop.

It’s easier to give in. Easier to accept the way Kuroo’s cock too easily sinks into your quivering and still dripping wet hole. Easier to melt into Daichi’s soothing voice and touch as he praises your newfound obedience while they perform the same cleansing ritual to your back hole. Easier to moan, drool, and enjoy the stretch and slide of both their cocks fucking you. One at a time. Two at a time. Your mouth is also used when both holes are deemed sufficiently christened…at least for now.

You’re so warm. Warm from the two bodies entwining and smothering you between them. Warm from the cum leaking from every crevice of your body. Warm from the graciously more comfortable temperate shower your two captors decide to reward you with.

Eyes heavy, breath slowing into an exhausted sleep cadence, you barely react to the leather collar carefully locked around your neck, only stirring slightly at the obnoxious sound of the cowbell on it ringing as you’re moved to a different section of the barn, a blindfold wrapped around your head. You sleepily whine as you’re repositioned, your stomach laid across a plush leather surface, legs, arms, and neck supported and locked into position, your breasts hanging below you.

Sleep is lulling you in, finally. Maybe if you sleep and wake up, it’ll all just be a dream, a nightmare. But there’s something too real about the sudden thrumming of electricity that fills the air, something too real about the dildo thrusting in and out of you, something too real about the vibrating plug being pushed into your ass, a pretty cow tail attached to it that brushes and sways against you with every limited movement you make. And there’s something too real about the devices being attached to your breasts, something too real about the suction as your nipples are milked, the vibrators and brushes inside of the plastic cups only enhancing your overstimulation.

Unknown to you, two pairs of eyes watch you, drinking in the sight of their newest pet, satisfied smiles on their lips as they watch you helplessly thrash around as much as your restraints will let you, your cries of ecstasy a sweet melody to their ears as you’re forced to come undone over and over again, a slave to the pleasure forced upon you.

End of Act II.

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terushimooo · 7 months

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We’re back!! Roco (@rocorambles) and I have once again teamed up to bring you some classic, cursed yandere content across various fandoms! This time, we decided to do a “fic-swap” monster mash. Over the next month or so, the two of us will be writing for the following prompts, fandoms, and characters. A HUGE thanks to all of you who have stuck with us after our time away!!

Please read all the warnings for each fic!

Links will be updated as fics are posted.

SCENE I

Fandom: Haikyuu

Pairing: Daichi x Reader x Kuroo

Section 1:

Prompt: “Murder House” Author: Roco […..part 1…..] Warnings: NSFW, Yandere, Non-Consensual Drugging, Non-Consensual Somnophilia, Daichi and Kuroo being grade A creeps […..part 2…..] Warnings: NSFW, Yandere, Non-Con, Dehumanization, Humiliation, Belly Expansion/Forced Enema and Water Sports, Mind-Break, Non-Con Photography/Filming, Forced Bondage, Sex Machines, Cow Tail Plug

Section 2:

Prompt: “Asylum” Author: Lee

SCENE II

Fandom: One Piece

Pairing: Buggy x Reader

Section 1:

Prompt: “Coven” Author: Roco

Section 2:

Prompt: “Freak show” Author: Lee

SCENE III

Fandom: AOT

Pairing: Levi x Reader x Erwin

Section 1:

Prompt: “Cult” Author: Lee

Section 2:

Prompt: “Apocalypse” Author: Roco

#yandere haikyuu #yandere aot #yandere one piece #yandere snk #yandere haikyu x reader #yandere aot x reader #yandere one piece x reader #yandere levi #yandere erwin #yandere daichi #yandere kuroo #yandere buggy #Best viewed in dark mode pllllllzzzzzz #m.list

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terushimooo · 7 months

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Long distance love is making your wives sign a written document all agreeing to meet up in 2025

#fairy #roco #rhi #I��m looking at you all #mostly fairy and roco #you two #my eyes are watching #the paper is waiting #its funny cause every time we talk about meeting up the date goes back a year #LMAAAAAAOOOO

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terushimooo · 7 months

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Final Girl: Act I

Pairing: Daichi x Reader x Kuroo

Tags: NSFW, Yandere, Non-Consensual Drugging, Non-Consensual Somnophilia, Daichi and Kuroo being grade A creeps

Summary: If only you hadn’t been so focused on intently staring at the ground in an attempt to avoid those piercing hazel eyes, maybe then you would have noticed the momentary smug cold gleam in those deceptively kind brown eyes as the two men exchange a glance.

You are a complete moron. Torn between screaming and crying, you let out a strangled sound between the two as you furiously clench your fists around your now useless steering wheel. It’s almost laughable how cliche the situation you find yourself in is. You can even see the imaginary script in your head.

Scene: Girl in broken down car, cell phone out of battery, stuck in the middle of nowhere on a dirt road, torrential downpour

You’ve always rolled your eyes in annoyance at the dumb damsels in distress you’ve seen on screen, all in predicaments easily avoided if they had used a single ounce of common sense. And now here you are, just like them, all because you had stupidly scoffed at the numerous warnings about the inclement weather.

What harm could a little more rain than usual do? Apparently, a lot.

Weighing your options, a brick of disbelief and hysteria swells and sinks inside of you. There’s no way you can stay in this car. Even if you wait out the flash floods and stormy nightmare outside that looks to have no end in sight, you’ll still have a broken car and dead cell phone with no city or town anywhere near walking distance. You’ll need to venture out into the forests that surround you on either side in hopes of stumbling upon a cabin with kindhearted folks who’ll help you out.

It’s not a long shot that you’ll find some nearby residents. Despite this area being off the beaten track, you know there are plenty of people who’ve migrated here in search of a quieter and more remote life. You yourself had ventured out here for a long weekend solo getaway to rest and reset (the premise of this whole unfortunate scenario). But that doesn’t stop that same stereotypical script from playing in your head as you anxiously exit your car and delve into that intimidating expanse of greenery.

Scene: Girl walks into the woods, disappearing out of view from the road, only the stillness and silence of the forest left in her wake

You grimace as mud squelches under the weight of your steps, as floods of water stream down your face. Your one saving grace is that at least there’s still daylight to guide you, but even that is quickly dwindling as the sun continues to set. Anxiety laced with fear begins to claw at you as darkness begins to spread.

How long have you been searching? How far are you from your car? Do you even know where you are? Are you lost-

Your body stiffens in shock as your frantic eyes see a glow of light up ahead and your frenzied thoughts are cut short by adrenaline as your legs scramble forward before your brain can catch up, stumbling towards that literal ray of hope you see in the distance. Relief washes over you as the sight of a cabin becomes clearer the closer you get to your destination and primal instincts take a back seat as you slow down, cautiously assessing your surroundings.

It certainly doesn’t look like a murder house. In fact you’re almost in awe at how chic and charming the “cabin” in front of you is with its sleek black rustic yet modern structure nestled among a gorgeously curated landscape. The inhabitants certainly had taste and money, but you know better than to immediately equate to being “good”. Do you take the risk of ringing their doorbell?

Life makes that decision for you and your heart pounds in terror at the feeling of a hand grabbing your shoulder, head spinning to locate the source only to be locked in a staring contest with sharp hazel eyes.

“My, my. What do we have here? A little chick separated from her flock?”

You shudder as the low slow drawl of his words slither unpleasantly against you, an interested predatory lilt in every syllable. This was a mistake, you need to get out of here, run-

“Kuroo, what’s taking you so long- Who’s that with you?”

So distracted by the sudden stand-off, neither of you had noticed the cabin door opening or the approaching figure of the man now curiously observing the two of you.

Kind brown eyes worriedly look at you, a crease of concern furrowing between brows as the new stranger takes in your drenched state and before you can utter a word, a warm hand gently but firmly wraps around your wrist, leading you inside.

You know it’s foolish to let yourself so easily be swayed, but even if you were to run, you doubt you could outrun the two seemingly fit men. Not to mention how your gut is screaming that “brown eyes'' is a far safer option than the man whose hazel eyes are now staring in annoyance at the two of you, not unlike a cat whose prey has been snatched from him, as he glowers and trails behind you causing you to subconsciously hover close to your savior.

If only you hadn’t been so focused on intently staring at the ground in an attempt to avoid those piercing hazel eyes, maybe then you would have noticed the momentary smug cold gleam in those deceptively kind brown eyes as the two men exchange a glance.

Scene: Girl enters a stranger’s house

Daichi (brown eyes) and Kuroo (hazel eyes). You now have names to match with the faces. Childhood friends who had decided the hustle and bustle of city life wasn’t for them and had bought and renovated this property together. Freshly showered in a set of Daichi’s spare t-shirt and shorts, basking in the warmth of the fireplace, stomach filled with a delicious meal cooked by the two men, a glass of red wine in your hands, you wonder what you were so scared of. Even Kuroo seems harmless, if infuriating, as Daichi and him teasingly bicker with each other about their mutual friends and shared memories they had growing up together.

The weather had knocked out most of the power in the area leaving you without wi-fi or a way for you to charge your phone and with the roads as flooded and inaccessible as they were, there was little hope of a tow truck being able to take care of your car anytime soon. But you don’t mind the idea of having to stay a few days longer in this cozy cabin if this is how you’ll be pampered. Taking another generous sip of the ruby red liquid in your glass, you wonder how you can repay the two men. Maybe you can help them cook tomorrow…

Scene: Girl accepts a drink from a stranger

Ever the gentleman, Daichi is there to catch you as your body goes limp.

Kuroo snorts at the chivalrous display, but it doesn’t stop him from eagerly drawing near as he follows the broader man who bridal carries you up the stairs to the guest bedroom.

There’s no need for how gentle Daichi handles your body as he lays you on soft sheets, not with the dosage Kuroo had slipped into your wine. But he’d always been more careful with his toys, unlike the man next to him who is practically clawing off your clothes, his long lean frame already pinning you beneath him.

He can’t really blame his companion though. How long had it been since the last warm body they’d shared? The last foolish prey who’d naively walked right into their trap? So he just patiently watches as Kuroo eagerly partakes of you, only making warning comments here and there when the taller man is close to leaving too many marks that won’t be easily explained tomorrow. And when he’s done, your essence dripping from his mouth, your nipples and clit perky and begging for more attention, trails of Kuroo’s cum littering your body, it’s Daichi’s turn and he carefully savors you, relishing in how sensitive and responsive your body is even if your mind is far, far away, blissfully ignorant of your current predicament.

Scene: Girl is taken advantage of.

You groan, head throbbing, the daylight sneaking through the curtains doing nothing to alleviate-

Wait, daylight?

Momentary panic sets in as your mind whirls to remember what had transpired, eyes taking in the strange room you’re occupying.

Had you…drank too much? But you could have sworn you only had a couple of glasses… Maybe it was just the exhaustion from the trying night you had?

Your thoughts are interrupted by knocking on your door and you instinctively tense up as a head of spiky black hair peeks out at you. Despite the questionable first encounter the two of you had, you had convinced yourself that it was just a misunderstanding, that Kuroo was just a little more crude and rough around the edges than the average person. After all, if someone as kind as Daichi was close to him, surely Kuroo couldn’t be so bad, right?

But now that it’s just the two of you again, no Daichi to act as a comforting barrier, apprehension freezes you as Kuroo ambles towards your vulnerable figure still tucked underneath bed sheets. You swear there’s hunger in those hazel eyes and you shudder under his gaze, feeling it rake across your body, shivering at how small you feel as he towers over you when he reaches you, his legs pressed against the bed frame, upper body teasingly leaning over you.

“Some water for Sleeping Beauty.”

Technically he’s not touching you, but that thought does nothing to comfort or protect you from the heat of his body or the vibrations of his words as he practically cocoons you, going out of his way to almost embrace you as he uses the act of carefully placing a glass of water on your side table as an excuse. But before you can even react, he’s already pulling away, a self-satisfied smirk splayed on his face.

“Prince Charming is making breakfast. Come down when you’re ready.”

As your thoughts race with the conviction that you need to do everything you can to escape this place, Kuroo hisses in satisfaction, calloused hand palming the growing bulge in his pants outside your closed door. Fuck, if only you knew how delectable you look, trembling, scared, at his mercy. He can still taste you on his tongue, his cock twitching as it remembers how perfectly your walls had wrapped around it. And he wants more.

Time to wrap this little play up.

End of Act 1.

#YES ROCO YEEESSS!!!!!#IM SO SO HAPPY TO HAVE YOU BACK!!!!#SO SEXY #MY FAVOURITE DUO OOMMMMLL #m. recs

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terushimooo · 8 months

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Gonna try and bang out a tiny little Ikkei drabble to make up for…. Everything

Any suggestions/prompts?

#currently staring at my inbox and weeping #how did i get like this #fbdhsbfjhdsbhfjbdsj #I’m gonna be more active #please dont stop talking to me guys #I’m just big baby #m. spam

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terushimooo · 8 months

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👁️👅👁️

Love everything but I can't navigate through posts to find what I'm looking for. Maybe I'm just dumb. Idk 😶

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Ahhhh!! I’m so sorry!!! This is like… so many moths late

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If you can remember what it was you were looking for maybe I can find it for you now??? That is if you haven’t already found it

#BCHBSAJBCHJSABHJCBS #IM SO SO SORRYYY #PLX FORGIVE #I BEG #IM BACK NOW AND TRYING TO GET ON TOP OF EVERYTHING v #BHFBDHJSBFHJSDBFHJBDSHJBFJ #m. submission

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terushimooo · 8 months

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To everyone in my ask box—thank you!!

I see you and I love you!! I’ll try my best to get back to you all as quickly as I can with some kind of Drabble to make up for the delay!

I’m sorry for being so MIA, for the next two months I’ll be here trying to rectify the lack of cursed content in these parts.

Xoxox

#m.update

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terushimooo · 8 months

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♡ TRASH CRACK FICS ♡

↳ Please note that everything found through these links contains DARK CONTENT!

So, there’s like… no rhyme or rhythm to these fics… They’re solely just scooped out of the trash puddle that is my mind. Absolutely, all of these fics are incredibly cursed. Horrendously so.

Read at your discretion, know that I warned you, and most importantly—don’t show my therapist, LOOOL!

Love from yours truly,

Lee . . .

HAIKYUU

ALL THAT GLITTERS

Racoon Shifter! Iwaizumi x f! Reader

T/w: ballstomping, racoon shifter Iwa, ball biting, subby Iwa, crying Iwa, Iwa calls you mommy multiple times, pet play, collaring, m-monster fucking? Summary: Just… It’s a weird racoon shifter fic… idek. I’m too scared to re-read it tbh. LOL! . . .

ATTACK ON TITAN

LEE’S GUIDE TO OMEGAVERSE

Reiner x f! Reader

T/w: prolapsed female bits, crybaby reiner Summary: What happens when an alpha pulls out his know too soon… . . .

A BUGGY’S LYFE

Caterpillar! Reader x Grasshopper! Jean

T/w: Too many… major character deaths, everyone is a bug, really quick, gross, bug sex (completely made up—bugs have human genitalia now. It is what it is), talk of bug babies (I actually wanna die—LMAO), brief mentions of drug use by side characters, jean calls you bug (two times) Summary: A bug’s journey… . . .

OTHER

WHEN LIFE GIVES YOU… PEACHES???

Luigi x Peach x Bowser

T/w: noncon elements, forced cheating, everything is in green cause tumblr refused to let me write in black but I think it’s kinda fitting Summary: Luigi stumbles across Mario’s fiancée in the hands of a questionable figure… . . .

#rip.ml #Cursed content #I know theres more cursed stuff #In fact #my entire blog is cursed content #But these fics????#They’re just… wow #Just wow #anyway #i hope you all enjoy!!!!#I’m slowly just… updating everything… changing my theme #you know how it is….

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terushimooo · 8 months

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Scene: Girl enters a stranger’s house

#get ready <3 #it’s finally happening!!!#the long awaited return of daddy roco~#super excited to be back writing again with my wife!!#fairy #Rhi #you guys are next!!!

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terushimooo · 1 year

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DAFFODIL

Unrequited Love

“What do you mean? But I love you!”

Cop! Daichi x F! Reader

C/w: yandere, abduction (physical violence), implied infidelity (not on reader or Daichi), abuse of power, not edited

Daichi told himself he didn’t have time for love.

After all, he’s much too busy with his new job. You know, climbing the ranks of the corporate ladder and all that… Or rather, as his friends would call it, taking crimes and fighting numbers. Or wait… it’s definitely the other way around, isn’t it?

And yet, when Daichi saw you—all dressed up, lips stretched wide in a captivating smile, eyes sparkling with nothing but love and adoration—he knew he had to have you.

Keep reading

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terushimooo · 1 year

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Current concern: plantussy and plantcest

#HAHAHHAHAHA #WHAT #WHAAAATTT #IM CRYING #I MUST HOIN THIS FANDOM ASAP #BAHAHAHAHAHA #NEVER #NEVER WOULD I EVER HAVE THIUGHT #YHAG RHI WOULD BE THE ONE TO InTRODUCE ME TO THIS CONTENT #SCREAMING #ROCOS GOT SOME AMAZING PLANTUSSY THIUGHTS AND PLATENIS LEWDA #AND FAIWY #FAIRYS GOT THINGS INTHE WORK

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terushimooo · 1 year

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ROCO MY LOVE!!! WELCOME BAAACCCKKK!!! In honour of your return, I offer you this little tidbit <3

tw: noncon elements, forced cheating, everything is in green cause tumblr refused to let me write in black but I think it’s kinda fitting dbjssbbsbsbs

It’s St. Patrick’s day when Luigi first spots the big, hot headed beast who calls himself king. Eyes blown wide, mouth hung agape, Luigi couldn’t believe the sight before him.

College freshman run wild, their screams ringing throughout the night, disturbing any sense of imagined relaxation. And yet, for Luigi, the room feels silent. His ears ring with nothing but white noise as he gazes openly upon an unsuspecting couple.

Meaty fists paw roughly at the soft pink dress of his friend’s Fiancé, as if ready to rip it at a moments notice. Luigi looks around frantically at first, shock and a tinge of fear riddling his very constitution. He wonders if anyone else notices, if someone, anyone is going to help.

Even from his place across the bar, Luigi felt as though he could taste Peach’s discomfort. Eyes filled with annoyance, face scrunched up in disgust, Luigi watches as Peach desperately tries to wriggle her way out of her captor’s grasp.

But rather than releasing her, the towering figure just laughs, tightening his grip to what can only be described as a death grip.

If not for the careful monitoring of his drinks, Luigi would think this was all just a dream. In this moment, even the floor feels as though it’s against him, rattling viciously alongside the overly boisterous, assaulting figure.

The final straw for Luigi was watching the newly minted and self-proclaimed homecoming king lay his sloppy lips overtop of Peach’s.

An inaudible gasp barely slips off her tongue before Luigi finds himself stumbling off his stool and through a sea of college students in what would normally feel like an almost comical matter.

In barely more than a blink Luigi finds himself completed dumbstruck.

He wasn’t even thinking.

He just acted.

In a flurry of movement and colliding bodies, peach was free of her captor.

But, in his heroic and valiant efforts to save Peach, Luigi had somehow found himself in her place.

It was Luigi’s turn this time tremble under the weight of this man’s gaze. It was his turn to feel the wet, slimy tongue of the school’s resident bad boy brush along his lips before entering inside, before battling his tongue for dominance.

When Luigi’s assailant finally came up from air, after leaving no stone unturned, he smirked, clearly unaffected by the fast switching of partners. In fact, based off what Luigi tried to think of as a… glue stick… pressed tightly against his own hardening crotch, it seems as though his assailant might actually prefer someone like Luigi.

But before Luigi can so much as utter a word, the towering figure before him vanished off into the crown with nothing less than turned back a raised hand in a farewell gesture.

So, in an ironic twist, Luigi is left exactly how he was at the beginning of the night: eyes blown wide and mouth hung agape. The only difference is that this time, this time it’s Peach who’s watching him. It’s Peach who’s taking careful consideration in the way Luigi’s face is flush with more than just embarrassment. And it’s Peach who so rudely points out the now raging hard on pushing plainly against his slacks.

Coming out of a long hiatus to say one thing. I don't know what my expectations were from the upcoming Super Mario Brothers movie but certainly being turned on was not one of them.

Not me furiously typing "how to be Luigi" and "where do I find my own big boi Bowser" in Google.

#cursed content #you know how it is #gotta give me wife the goods <3 #heheh

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♡ OUR BLOODY VALENTINE ♡

HOSTED BY ROCO, RHI, FAIRY, AND LEE

HELLO LOVERS

The Lerofairhi ship is proud to present our first ever collab—Our Bloody Valentine!

PLEASE NOTE: any and/or all of these drabbles may contain dark content! please read all the warnings before reading!

All credits go to @/nanasparadise for THESE prompts!

AUTHORS

Roco Fairy Lee Rhi

FANDOMS

JJK

AOT

OUR GARDEN

Azalea (prudence, temperance) Mitsuya

Bluebell (humility, gratitude) Sakusa

Camellia (devotion, perfection) Kazutora

Daffodil (unrequited love) Daichi

Evening primrose (fickleness) Gojo

Forget-me-not (true love) Oikawa

Gardenia (secret love) Akaashi

Hydrangea (heartfeltness, gratitude) Reiner

Ivy (fidelity) Kazutora

Jasmine (sensuality) Baji

Kunzea (power) Baji

Lily (purity) Porco

Marigold (grief) Nanami

Nightshade (danger, death) Armin

Orchid (love, beauty) Kokonoi

Petunia (resentment, anger) Armin

Queen of the meadow (uselessness) Oikawa

Rose (love at first sight) Draken

Spider lily (final goodbye) Oikawa

Tulip (perfect or deep love) Ikkei (and Keishin)

Ulex (protection) Izana

Venus flytrap (deceit) Iwaizumi

Wisteria (long life, immortality) Gojo

Xeranthemum (everlasting love) Eren

Yarrow (healing) Getou

Zinnia (endurance) Ran

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terushimooo · 1 year

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From Necrophilia Variations by Supervert

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terushimooo · 1 year

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SHUDDER

Kozume Kenma x female reader

a Valentine’s Day Collab

tw: heavy dubcon, nsfw, voyeurism, murder, yandere themes, this one's a doozy y'all we're goin' out with a bang :))

The red light on the camera atop his computer blinks steadily.

Kenma’s not some sappy romantic, he doesn’t really do Valentine’s Day. This stream wasn’t even his idea to begin with. It just so happened that he was frustrated and pissed off, venting in the chat when one of the users made a comment that got him thinking.

(He’s not an asshole, either – he did remember to bring you a box of heart shaped chocolates.)

He was gonna do this one way or the other, the timing just sort of worked out, and he supposes he can see the romantic side of it all. Girls are supposed to like this sort of thing, aren’t they – grand declarations of love and all that.

“You remember the rules, don’t you?” he asks.

Your cheeks shining with stricken tears, your lower lip wobbling, you nod minutely, eyes downcast.

Kenma frowns a little, and draws your chin upwards, forcing you to meet his eye. “I need you to say it. Out loud.”

You swallow audibly, risking a glance over towards the bed, the bound figure thrashing about, yelling desperately through his gag. Kenma’s fingers tighten, and you let out a startled squeak, quickly returning your attention back to him. “You– you’re gonna–” your voice hitches, “I h-have to–”

“Aw, c’mon Kenma, don’t be mean to the poor thing,” Kuroo snickers, driving his elbow into the gut of your soon-to-be ex boyfriend for good measure when he gets a bit too rowdy for his liking.

Irritation spikes, and Kenma barely – barely – refrains from rolling his eyes and huffing. Truthfully, he’s not so sure he could’ve pulled this whole thing off without his friend’s help, he’d just appreciate it if that help were a little more silent.

“Say it,” he repeats, the hand keeping you perched on his lap slipping down between your thighs to your bare cunt, the wet slick from your earlier efforts coating his fingertips as they rub possessively along your slit.

Kenma’s eyes drift back to the camera, tilting your face along with his, “Tell them what you’re gonna do.”

You look miserable, terrified, and so fucking pretty as you hiccup another sob, “I-I’m going to fuck you, a-and if I want… if I want him–”

“If you wanna win, you have to make me cum before he runs out of air.”

He’s already had you cum for everyone watching, made you play with your cute little pussy with the toys he’d bought for you. A part of him hates that others got to see it, but it was his choice to livestream this. Just for tonight – and then you’re for his eyes only.

… And maybe Kuroo’s. He does sort of owe him for this.

Kenma doesn’t bother asking if you’re ready to start, he just spreads his legs a little wider, looks to Kuroo and bobs his chin. The plastic bag and duct tape thing isn’t exactly high tech or all that elegant – it’ll do the job, though, he knows that much.

“I dunno how long it’ll take,” he tells you quietly, Kuroo grinning widely as he begins sliding the bag over your boyfriend’s head. “A minute or so to lose consciousness, I guess, after that…” he shrugs, looking almost bored at the prospect.

You, though – it lights a panic in your eyes, your whole body trembling as you lurch to your feet. Duct tape rips, your boyfriend’s choked and muffled noises growing more and more frantic as he yells your name and thrashes about. Kenma ignores him – there’s a part of him that kind of wishes he wasn’t here to begin with, but he s’poses he does have some value – as you reach for his boxers and pull out his aching, twitching cock and stroke it.

He looses a shuddering breath, fingers sinking into the armrest of his gaming chair.

You go to sit down on his cock – facing him, like lovers do – and Kenma barely has the presence of mind to stop you. “No,” he gasps, shaking his head and swallowing dryly. “Show them.”

You’re clumsy as you turn, flinching, half-sobbing with every distressed noise that fills the room. If Kenma were particularly vindictive, he’d tell you to hurry it up, because at this rate your stupid boyfriend will be brain dead before he’s even inside you.

He’s far too invested in the way you settle your thighs either side of his and grip his cock – flushed pink to the tip, weeping with pre that you diligently swirl over the sensitive head – in a trembling hand, guiding it to where it needs to be as you lower your hips down to meet his.

And the feel of your pussy, that warm, slick velvet that sucks him in has him moaning, every thought eddying from his head. Holy fuck, it feels incredible. Uncoordinated and sloppy as your movements are, you’re heaven and your pussy is a thousand times better than the fantasies he’d gotten off to before. He promised himself he wouldn’t do anything to help you along while you fucked him, but Kenma can’t help the hand that reaches for your breast, needily groping at the soft, pillowy flesh.

Seated to the hilt inside of you, every sensation is heightened. Every hitch in your breath, the fluttering of your pussy, squeezing and pulsing around him, the shudders that wrack your body as Kenma’s other hand tightens around your hip. “Move,” he pants. “Fuck– please–”

You do, raising your hips until only the very tip of his cock remains inside and sinking down once more. Your chest bounces for the camera as you set the pace, your tears and sniffles lost to the sound of comments pinging, donations pouring in. Kenma can’t stop touching you – everywhere, every inch of soft skin he can reach, squeezing and pinching and groping. “Don’t look at him,” he growls when your head starts to turn towards the bed. “Watch.”

Your boyfriend’s hacking and gagging, the noises growing louder and louder, warring with Kenma’s moans and your sobs, the slick sound of his cock sliding in and out of your cunt as you pleasure yourself on his dick. When the noises start to die down, and your boyfriend’s flailing turns into an unsettling, unnatural jerking and then not even that, you clench so tightly around his cock that Kenma’s vision goes white.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck–” he chants, clutching you closer with a rabid desperation.

You’re wailing, scrambling in vain to get off of him and with a mind of its own his hips buck up inside of you, once, twice – and Kenma cums harder than he ever has before.

#BABY #MY WIFE #SO SEXXXYYY #LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE #AMAZING #BDJSBSJSBSKSBSJSNSBISBSIS #I LOVEEEEEWWE #THIS IS THE UNHINGED I NEEDED TODAY #BARK BARK BARK

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terushimooo · 1 year

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The way I LOVE YOU, BUG!!

aloe vera and tsukki 😁🤭🤣⛷️🥳🥳🥳

ALOE VERA

What's something (mundane) you really want to experience in life?

Tsukishima x f!Reader

t/w: implied murder of secondary character, blood, implied abduction, yandere, stalker tsukki, unedited

a/n: this is dedicated to a special bug in my life <3. I hope you like it! I am very much praying it was bug™️ who sent me this ask, and if not I’m so sorry I called you a bug… fbdshbfhjbfhjdsbjh

w/c: 584

Prompts can be found HERE! Send an ask! 2 spots left!

Tsukishima is like black licorice: salty, bitter, and definitely not for everyone.

When asked to describe their classmate; students often label him as arrogant, rude, smug… Antagonistic even.

But the most commonly flaunted word, worn proudly by the blond himself, is the name of bully.

It took years for Tsukishima to build up his walls, to carefully lay his foundation, weatherproofing, and countless layers of brick and mortar. It’s gotten to the point where even the sun is blocked by this metaphorical wall’s looming presence. And yet, underneath that fickle facade is a man who sees himself as inferior—a being riddled with insecurity and uncertainty.

All it would take for his walls to crumble is a gentle caress, the soothing of kind words and encouragement, the touch of fate—all he needed was someone to give him a chance…

But just as life would so often have it, instead of a chance, Tsukishima was given a challenge.

How different his life would’ve been if he had only met you sooner.

If only you’d remembered, if only you hadn’t abandoned your oldest, most dear childhood friend.

Tsukki’s never asked for much.

Not truly.

He doesn’t have some grand bucket list. He isn’t asking a genie for unlimited wishes or billions of dollars! Instead, all Tsukishima really wants, what he wishes for the most, more than anything in the entire world, is mundanity itself. But only if that mundanity includes you.

All he wants is a quiet life, a quiet year, a quiet moment—hell!—even a quiet second, if only it be beside you, his best friend.

His true love.

But how could he have that when you’ve forgotten who you are to him? When you cling to the pariah he’s forced to call his coach? How can Tsukki ever forgive you when he sees you loyally and continuously packing his coach’s lunches, when he sees you acting like a falsity, like the dutiful wife you supposedly are—not the whore he now knows lives beneath your skin.

But what irks Tsukki the most is when he sees the glint of ownership, the taunting scrap of metal you like to call a wedding band sticking tightly around your finger.

As Tsukki stands under the waning moon of a cool autumn night, a dented aluminum bat hanging heavily in his hand, he can’t help but think that this is all your fault.

You made him do this.

And yet, he doesn’t feel anger. And he certainly doesn’t feel regret. His coach, now laying cold and lifeless at his feet, he got what he deserved. There’s no contesting that.

No, all Tsukishima feels is a sense of narcissistic sadness.

Sadness for the man he was, for who he could have been, and for who will never come to be.

In Tsukishima’s mind, all of this—a whole lifetime's worth of suffering—all of this was leading him to this moment, to the moment he finally gets to take you in his arms (albeit unconscious from head trauma) and back to the home he’s so carefully prepared for you.

A frown plasters his face as Tsukishima takes in your appearance, as he takes note of the deep and oozing wound on your forehead, the one he placed there only moments prior. But fear not, Tsukishima thinks to himself in an effort to ease any guilt he’s been repressing, solely from the mere thought of hurting you, his most precious darling. It’s nothing that can’t be fixed with a regular dab of aloe vera…

#ride or die #bug in my windshield #stuck together for life

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