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rocorambles · 7 months

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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.

#yandere haikyuu #yandere kuroo #yandere kuroo x reader #yandere daichi #yandere daichi x reader #kuroo smut #daichi smut #haikyuu smut

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rocorambles · 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.

#self reboop #Act II coming later this week

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rocorambles · 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…..]

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

#get readyyyyyy #doing a collab with one of the wifies #spoooooooooky season #yandere haikyuu #yandere aot #yandere one piece

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rocorambles · 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

Link to Final Girl: Act II

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

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

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

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

“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.

Scene: Girl enters a stranger’s house

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.

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?

“Some water for Sleeping Beauty.”

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

Time to wrap this little play up.

End of Act 1.

#yandere haikyuu #yandere kuroo #yandere kuroo x reader #yandere daichi #yandere daichi x reader #tw: rape #tw: somnophilia #tw: drugging #kuroo smut #daichi smut #haikyuu smut

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rocorambles · 8 months

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The way the One Piece Live Action has me now rewatching and catching up with the anime...which in turn has me wanting to write all the One Piece fanfic.

#how did i forget smoker existed?#AND SHANKS????#MIHAWK???#i will be forgetting how to breathe when i am reintroduced to ace and Marco #AND LAW AND DOFLAMINGO

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rocorambles · 8 months

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Scene: Girl enters a stranger’s house

#a sneak peek of a little something something dropping in October #thank you all for being so patient while I was in a huge writing slump #shoutout to my waifus Rhi/Fairy/Lee who still stayed married to me in this long drought #but the biggest shoutout to Lee for dub-conning me into this October collab (LOL jk there was consent...or was there?)

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rocorambles · 1 year

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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.

#IM SCREAMING #omfg lee #always serving me the good stuff

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rocorambles · 1 year

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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.

#rocorambles #no but really though #is it too much to ask for big fat scaly eggplants?

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rocorambles · 2 years

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Tomorrow

Pairing: Oikawa x Reader

Genre/Warnings: Yandere, NSFW, Non-Con/Dub-Con, Manipulation, Possessive Behavior, Degradation/Dirty Talk

Summary: Oikawa and you have different ideas of what tomorrow will bring and that difference in opinion doesn't bode well for you.

A/N: Dedicating this to the lovely @seijorhi and the anniversary of her being popped out of a womb~ HAWT STUFF.

It’s overwhelmingly silent and that only emphasizes the nauseating twisting in your gut as you wait for Oikawa to react. You don’t regret your decision. You know you’re doing the right thing. But that doesn’t make it any easier to end a relationship with the love of your life.

Maybe it’s just a classic case of right person, wrong time. He certainly in so many ways feels like your soulmate and you can’t deny how even now you want nothing more than to have those muscular arms wrap around you, to run your hand through brunette locks, talk about how his practice was, how your day was. But your lives just don’t mesh as they are right now and you can feel the struggle to even keep your relationship at its status quo. More nights than not, Oikawa’s too tired to do more than give you an exhausted smile before dragging himself into the shower and straight to bed. You find yourself missing more and more of his matches because of work.

The silence is painfully long now and you try to soften the blow, gently taking his calloused hand in yours.

“We can still be friends and who knows? Maybe down the line our lives will sync up better and we can try again.”

You recoil or at least try to at the almost manic violent laughter that erupts from Oikawa, wincing at how he tightens his grip, yelping as he forcefully pulls you in closer until you’re practically sprawled across his lap on the couch.

“Friends? Would a friend make my cock this hard?”

There’s a playful lilt to his voice, but it does nothing to hide the icy edge and you shiver, whimpering as your face is shoved into his groin.

You try and stifle your instinctive moan as Oikawa’s distinct musk invades your senses, eyes rolling slightly in the back of your head and mouth salivating at the hard shaft rubbing against your face, his thin athletic shorts doing little to hide his arousal. But his harsher than normal grip against the back of your neck is enough to clear your senses just enough.

“Tooru, I’m serious. Let go of me!”

Sudden sharp pain stops your defiance in its track and you wail as a calloused palm strikes the meat of your ass, tears welling in the corner of your eyes.

“Sorry, were you saying something?”

Indignant rage fills you as your struggling resumes tenfold, but there’s little you can do against the strength of a professional athlete and your flailing turns into pathetic cowering trembles as the pain of repeated strike after strike begins to overwhelm you.

“Tooru, please stop. I’m sorry!”

You’re babbling like a child, fat drops making a mess of your face and his shorts. But it’s a good look on you and sadistic glee unfurls inside of Oikawa as he watches you grovel and repent. As you should after trying to leave him. You break up with him? You’re fucking lucky to have him, to have someone love you the way he does.

His spiraling thoughts only make fury burn inside of him once more and you tremble at the razor sharp grin on his face as he pulls his shorts and boxers down, humiliation coursing through you as his cock springs up and slaps you in the face.

“If you’re really sorry, you know what to do.”

You wait, hoping he’ll at least remove his forceful hold on you and with bated, relieved breath you patiently wait as his grip does loosen, fingers tenderly sliding to the back of your head instead and stroking your hair. But then you’re yelping in pain as those same fingers are quick to tighten and rub your face against his waiting cock, his other hand slipping under your waistband and circling your slit.

“What the fuck are you waiting for?”

Funny that despite how demeaning it is, you’d gladly choose to be on your knees between his legs instead of sprawled face down in his lap, ass still smarting from the pain of being disciplined like an errant child, pussy toyed with as he pushes your head down his cock until you’re gagging, nose pressed against his body.

“Look at you. My own personal vacuum. What a fucking slut. Is my cock that good? You’re already so wet, sweetheart.”

Shame fills you with the truth of his words and you know the lewd squelching sounds in the air aren’t just from your drooling mouth being maneuvered up and down his cock. You can feel how easily his fingers are able to thrust in and out of your dripping hole, how greedily your folds swallow them as your ass shakes for more, more, more.

You unconvincingly argue internally, as much as your brain will allow overridden with bliss, telling yourself that this is fine, just the last hurrah before you officially part ways. Why not have one last memorable romp in the sheets?

So when one final crack of palm against your ass lands and you’re ruthlessly being yanked off Oikawa’s cock, a slutty whine of protest emits from your voice before you’re eagerly clambering to straddle your lover’s still seated figure, knees on either side of those strong thighs at the expectant demanding look in those chocolate eyes.

It’s divine, the slide of his cock against your dripping walls, something akin to the last tantalizing bite of a five star dessert you’ll never be able to taste again. You relish it, sinking balls deep on Oikawa’s lap, fingers digging into muscular shoulders, eyes dazedly taking in how handsome your lover looks as he hungrily watches you, a look of ecstasy in his own eyes at how you wrap tight and hot around him.

But patience has never been Oikawa’s forte and you squeal, an animalistic strangled sound as his hands firmly hold your waist before slightly raising you only to slam you back down to meet his thrusting hips. It’s so easy, so mindless to let yourself be used as his glorified sex toy and you let yourself drown in that comforting ocean of pleasure.

It’s bittersweet running your hands through wavy brunette locks as those toned arms gently wipe your marked and stained body down, knowing this is the last time it’ll happen. You should really go now, shouldn’t draw this out any longer, shouldn’t make it more painful for the both of you. But you’re weak against the familiar arms that wrap around you, the way your bodies so perfectly align, the gentle goodnight kiss and quiet murmur to go to sleep.

Tomorrow. You’ll officially end this relationship tomorrow.

Unknown to you, calculating brown eyes carefully observe you as you drift off to sleep. He’ll admit he got a little distracted. Your body, everything about you really, does have that effect on him. He had gone much easier on you than he had intended and he had seen that flicker of uncertainty still in your eyes when the fog of pleasure had lifted, had felt the slight way you tensed in the aftermath of your entanglement. A malicious scowl mars his charming face before slowly twisting into a razor sharp smile.

Tomorrow. He’ll officially put an end to all your silly doubts and fantastical thoughts of leaving tomorrow.

#yandere haikyuu #yandere oikawa #haikyuu smut #oikawa smut #oikawa x reader #tw: yandere #tw: noncon #tw: dubcon

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rocorambles · 2 years

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ZINNIA

Endurance

“Aren’t you a strong one? Let’s see how long you’ll persist.”

Ran x Reader

TW: Yandere, NSFW, Non-Con, Forced Drugging, Forced Gangbang, Forced Prostitution/Public Use, Degradation, Humiliation

How many nightmares have you had of this exact scenario? Of this man nonchalantly sitting on the edge of the hotel bed staring down at your kneeling figure between his legs in amusement?

Yet nothing you imagined even comes close to the blood chilling terror you feel as you try and flex against the constricting restraints forcing you to stay put in your humiliating position. Tears well in the corner of your eyes when the well-polished leather of Ran’s shoes hooks under your chin and forces you to look at him.

“Wasting time and resources chasing you down after your little escape was incredibly annoying. But this sight makes it so worth it. Look at you all wrapped up for me like a little present.”

Your clothes are still intact underneath the metal chains binding you, a small grace that does little to mitigate how vulnerable and naked you still feel under Ran’s calculating gaze. It certainly does nothing to minimize how violated you feel as he toys with you, dragging the tip of his shoe down the front of your throat, to the swell of your chest, mockingly kicking your breasts before continuing his journey between your thighs.

You hate how sharp the pleasure is as he shoves his shoe against your covered clit, hate how Ran has made you a slave to your body and base needs. It’s instinctive the way you moan behind your gag, body squirming as he tauntingly circles and presses against your sensitive bud, the friction of your clothes mixed with your increasing slick adding to the stimulation. But you fight against your primal urges, refusing to give him the pleasure of seeing you break, seeing that debauched face he loves so much.

“Aren’t you a strong one? Let’s see how long you’ll persist.”

Everything begins to blur as unknown pills and needles are forcefully inserted into you. At some point you think Sanzu joined in on the fun, a blurry memory of Ran and him looming over you, using your used naked body as a drug-covered charcuterie board flutters in your mind. All you know is various forms of pleasure as every one of your holes is thoroughly used, as your restraints are done and undone to manipulate you into whatever position is desired, as your vision comes and goes as blindfolds and demeaning hoods are put on and taken off on lewd whims.

You vaguely wonder if this is how it’ll all end, you losing your mind to the vices of drugs and sex, once again becoming nothing more than another warm blooded toy, a merchandise owned by Bonten. Ran had rescued you in his own sick way when he had favored you, rescuing you from the grimy filthy hands of their usual clientele, turning you into his prized possession. But after metaphorically spitting in his face by escaping, would he leave you to rot away as a sex toy used by the masses?

That can’t happen. You need him. Please, Ran. You’re sorry.

It’s satisfying watching your resolve crumble and Ran smiles as you practically grovel at his feet, slurred pleas making their way out of your mouth between wanton moans as the other Bonten Upper Echelon take turns sharing you.

Who knows? Maybe he’ll forgive you one day, have you serve him and only him once again. But for now, he’ll make sure you thoroughly understand the consequences of defying him.

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rocorambles · 2 years

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ZINNIA

Endurance

“Aren’t you a strong one? Let’s see how long you’ll persist.”

Ran x Reader

TW: Yandere, NSFW, Non-Con, Forced Drugging, Forced Gangbang, Forced Prostitution/Public Use, Degradation, Humiliation

How many nightmares have you had of this exact scenario? Of this man nonchalantly sitting on the edge of the hotel bed staring down at your kneeling figure between his legs in amusement?

“Wasting time and resources chasing you down after your little escape was incredibly annoying. But this sight makes it so worth it. Look at you all wrapped up for me like a little present.”

“Aren’t you a strong one? Let’s see how long you’ll persist.”

That can’t happen. You need him. Please, Ran. You’re sorry.

Who knows? Maybe he’ll forgive you one day, have you serve him and only him once again. But for now, he’ll make sure you thoroughly understand the consequences of defying him.

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#yandere tokyo revengers #yandere ran #ran x reader #ran smut #tokyo revengers smut #tw: yandere #tw: noncon

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rocorambles · 2 years

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ULEX

Protection

“It‘s for your own safety. You’re too delicate, you need my protection.”

Izana x Reader

TW: Yandere, Implied NSFW, Non-Con Pet Play and Shock Collar, Non-Con Predator and Prey Play, Degradation

Where had it all gone wrong?

You’ve helplessly watched the man you once loved falling deeper and deeper into a bottomless hole of ambition, hate, and revenge. Uselessly been able to do nothing as he strayed further and further from the vulnerable soul who had sought comfort and love from you.

There’s hardly anything you recognize about Izana anymore. There’s nothing familiar about the predatory eyes he carefully watches you with. Nothing comforting about the possessive vice-like grip he holds you in physically and literally. You wonder if he even loves you anymore, vaguely realizing just how long it’s been since he’s even uttered those three words to you.

Should you just leave? Would he even notice? Even care?

Bitter laughter escapes from your mouth. Who are you kidding? That would be an instant death wish. No…you’d be begging for death if he even suspected you had any thoughts of “betrayal”.

Not that there’s much of a chance for you to escape even if you truly wanted to. Not with the high tech dog collar locked snugly around your neck all set with GPS tracking and even a lovely little shock feature. Bile rises in your throat when you remember how excited Izana had been to showcase both capabilities and you tremble, reliving the hysteric fear you had felt as he forced you to play a sick game of hide and seek with him, the pain of every shock he gifted you when he deemed you uncooperative.

You had obediently played along, hoping he’d tire of this glorified pet play sooner rather than later. But that was wishful thinking. After all, for better and worse, Izana’s interest in you has never waned. And that’s clear as day with the patronizing coo and sickeningly sweet smile he graces you with when you nervously ask him months later if he can remove the humiliating accessory.

“It’s for your own safety. You’re too delicate, you need my protection.”

You hate how docile, how pathetic you sound as you stutter and trip over your next words, trying to find reasons that won’t trigger the man you’re so vulnerably pressed against in your shared bed. But even you can’t safely navigate the labyrinth of his mind and you tearfully shriek when Izana suddenly snaps, becoming all hard muscles and razor sharp edges as he terrifyingly crowds you into the mattress, forcing you to stare into that monstrously beautiful face.

“Seems like my pretty pet needs a reminder of just how weak you are. Let’s play another game of hide and seek. If you can run away without being caught by me before the sun rises, I’ll take off your collar. But if I catch you, you’ll regret ever complaining about this little thing. You can say goodbye to being a human forever, sweetheart. Get ready to crawl on all fours and bark like a bitch in heat.”

You’re frozen, anxiety and dread weighing down your gut and you open your mouth to plead, to reason with the madman. But all that escapes you is an agonized scream as electricity crackles through you.

“Better start running while I’m being generous enough to give you a heads start.”

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rocorambles · 2 years

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ULEX

Protection

“It‘s for your own safety. You’re too delicate, you need my protection.”

Izana x Reader

TW: Yandere, Implied NSFW, Non-Con Pet Play and Shock Collar, Non-Con Predator and Prey Play, Degradation

Where had it all gone wrong?

Should you just leave? Would he even notice? Even care?

Bitter laughter escapes from your mouth. Who are you kidding? That would be an instant death wish. No…you’d be begging for death if he even suspected you had any thoughts of “betrayal”.

“It’s for your own safety. You’re too delicate, you need my protection.”

“Better start running while I’m being generous enough to give you a heads start.”

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#yandere tokyo revengers #yandere izana #izana x reader #izana smut #tokyo revengers smut #tw: yandere

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rocorambles · 2 years

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XERANTHEMUM

Everlasting Love

“Our love will surpass life itself”

Eren x F! Reader

C/w: Implied abduction, implied infidelity (if you’ve read the previous parts—which you don’t have to!), yandere, knife play, minor mentions of blood

Part one | two | three

Fool me one, shame on you.

Fool me twice, shame on me.

But fool me three times—four, five, six?

Well that’s something you’re still trying to figure out.

Although, perhaps now—in the presence of the enemy, jaegerists one word away from cutting you down—perhaps now it’s too late.

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#lee please #SO HAWT #im such a sucker for the mix of gentle and affectionate words/actions with threats and blood #nothing like being wooed under duress

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rocorambles · 2 years

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Uselessness

“Be grateful you’ve got me. Who else would take care of such a useless thing like you?”

Oikawa x Reader

TW: Implied NSFW, Yandere, Toxic Relationship, Emotional Manipulation, Dub-Con/Non-Con, Degradation

You’re never sure if Oikawa loves you or if he loves owning you. Maybe a bit of both. It’s been like this for as long as you’ve known him. A twisted push and pull game you can’t escape from.

One day sparkling brown eyes kindly look down at you, voice full of genuine affection and love, arms holding you in a warm and comforting embrace. The next day you feel trapped by the overwhelming fury in those same eyes, a cold hysteric timber in his voice, hands and nails digging too tightly into your skin.

You tell yourself you’ll leave him, but all it takes is one good day out of a handful of bad ones to lure you back in. All it takes is lips being pressed against your throat, the weight of his body pinning yours, the fullness of being intertwined over and over again whether you want it or not to silence any thoughts of running away.

Another argument had spurred you into turbulently storming through your shared home, hands viciously pulling and throwing in loose articles of clothes and your strewn about possessions into the suitcase that idly stands in the corner of the bedroom. A constant empty threat. A mockery of all your past and future failed attempts of escaping.

Even now you know you won’t make it even a step out of the front door, but you stubbornly persist despite how heavy Oikawa’s gaze is as he watches you, arms crossed.

You know it’ll only be a matter of time before he lunges for you, easily overpowering you and tossing your half-filled suitcase across the room while he throws you onto the bed. You’ll attempt to resist, maybe even land a few kicks and slaps. But in the end it will all be futile and your angry screams will turn into exhausted sobs and agonizing moans as he plunders your body.

He gets his way like he always does and there’s nothing more you can do than be swept away by his pace. Nothing more you can do than mewl in forced pleasure, eyes rolling, body convulsing in ecstasy, unable to even fully register the scathing words rolling off that silken tongue.

“You’re always bitching and whining. You should be grateful you’ve got me. Who else would take care of such a useless thing like you? Look at you. There’s not a single thought behind those eyes other than my cock.”

You know you should open your mouth, push him off of you, do anything. But all you can do is cry harder and bury your face in the crook of his shoulder as he venomously coos down at you, cradling and caressing you in a mockery of a lover’s intimacy.

“That’s right. Just be my obedient well-behaved baby girl.”

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