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DON'T YOU LIKE MY INSANITY ?!

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?! VIOLET. 23. allow me to welcome you to SUNA's DOMAIN.

this blog contains DARK CONTENT.

masterlist | navi | rules & dni. main: @rintarhoes

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RECENTS !

— bet on stones. suna rintarou.

— suna + biting

STATUS & WIPs !

— where souls meet. - suna rintarou.

— as friends update

LEAVE YOUR SANITY AT THE DOOR !

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haiiii idk if im speaking to the void but are there any good SMAU apps on iphones or should i just suck it up and use the ones i used to use on android (-ω-、)

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୨୧ by chance | isagi yoichi x f!reader

synopsis: isagi can't resist to opportunity to have you, if only by chance.

tags: r18, pro-player!isagi, noncon, alcohol, degradation, vomit, choking, forced breeding, kidnapping if u squint

isagi didn’t know who you were, just that you had come in with the group of girls that had been invited to the afterparty.

but he watches you, can’t take his eyes off of you since the moment you walked in. he could tell that you aren’t comfortable, that you didn’t want to be here really, clinging to the one girl whom he guessed had brought you here.

he watches as you nervously down drink after drink, your eyes glazing over after every glass. and he watches as you try to get up, swaying side to side.

he appears next to you at the right time, catching you just as your head falls onto his shoulder.

“careful,” he says, wrapping an arm around your waist.

you moan, and his cock instantly hardens.

“…bath—room,” you hiccup.

her friend looks at her worriedly, but isagi gives her a stellar smile.

“i’ll take care of her,” he assures her.

she looks worried, but kaiser coaxes her attention back to him, and she lets you go.

you’re disoriented when isagi escorts you out of the room, but even in your inebriated state you know that this is not the way to the bathroom. he’s steering you through hallways, past bouncers, into a quiet room labelled with VIP.

the silence in the room is so different from the thumping music outside, but you feel so heavy that you can’t force anything coherent out of your mouth.

“don’t worry,” isagi leads you to the couch, pushing you down, “i’m just letting you rest.”

he sits next to you, letting your head rest on his lap. you feel dizzy, like the room is spinning. he’s brushing the strands of hair that’s falling across your face away, but the motion only makes you more uneasy.

for a moment you close your eyes, but immediately you feel isagi’s hand drift—over your shoulder, skimming the strap of your dress, down to the exposed swell of your breast. you stir, but you don’t stop him.

he pauses for a moment, his fingertips grazing over your skin, before you hear him suck in a deep breath.

“you’re so fucking hot,” he rasps, and it’s so low that you think you’re hallucinating.

but the air has shifted, and you know what you heard when you feel his hand reaching down past the neckline, pulling it down and letting your tits spill out of your dress.

you groan, protesting, but you’re so incoherent that it wouldn’t surprise you if he thought you were moaning to his touch.

and logically, you knew you didn’t want this, couldn’t want this, but you also couldn’t stop your body from responding.

when he swipes his thumb over your nipple, pebbled after being exposed to the cold air, you can’t help but squeeze your legs together. you hope he’s too busy fondling you to notice, because he would take it as encouragement.

you don’t know if it’s just the alcohol or the guilt of enjoying the feeling of being violated, but the pit of your stomach starts to churn.

“fuck,” isagi swears, loud and clear this time, “get on your knees.”

and before you even know what’s happening, he’s picking you up, handling you like a ragdoll, and settling you on the floor, between his legs. you can’t keep your head up, laying it on his knee while he unbuckles his pants.

he’s rock hard when he pulls his cock out. your heart is pounding now, knowing what’s going to happen, but not being able to stop it.

isagi taps his dick against your cheek a few times, letting a groan out. the warmth of his skin makes you pliant, your lips parting ever so slightly.

“open your mouth wider,” he demands, holding your chin, “and stick out your tongue.”

you shake your head weakly, trying to protest. he grips your chin tighter, fixing your gaze on him.

“do it,” he tells you again, firmer this time.

you let your tongue fall between your lips, and he takes the opportunity to slide his cock inside, shoving it between your loose lips.

your fingers dig into his strong thighs as he pushes deeper and deeper into your throat. he buries his hands in your hair, maneuvering your head the way he wanted it, just as he’s hitting the back of your throat.

his grip on your hair tightens until it stings, bringing tears to your eyes, as he continues to fuck your face.

you start sputtering when he quickens his pace. he’s greedy, relentless, his groans echoing through the room.

“fuck, your mouth feels so good…” he encourages you, raking his fingers through your hair.

you start to panic when he pushes your head all the way down, his cock lodged deep in your throat. it’s hard to breathe with your nose pressed into his skin. you’re tapping on his knee, trying to pull your head back, but it’s as if he doesn’t register anything his own pleasure.

you desperately suck in half a breath when he finally releases his hold. you start to cough, trying to catch your breath. he’s watching you with a smug smirk as you heave once, twice, before spitting up onto the floor.

“can’t help it?” he teases.

isagi looks at your tear stained face, drool leaking down your chin, and he can’t help himself. he knew you would be this beautiful. he cups your face in his hand, swiping his thumb over your lower lip. you look dazed, but scared, and his cock is only getting harder.

“open up,” he demands, his eyes narrowing when you start to resist again, “come on, baby.”

his other hand is circling your neck, so you comply.

he shoves his cock into your mouth again, moving his hips frantically as he holds down the back of your head on his lap with both hands.

when he finally lets you breathe, you can’t help it anymore—you heave and you empty all the contents of your stomach onto the floor where you’re kneeling.

he’s holding your head up by your hair, keeping you upright when all you want to do is collapse.

“dirty girl,” he chides, gaze gliding over your fucked up face, “filthy fucking slut.”

you can’t even respond. you feel so vulnerable and exposed, with your tits on display and your dress hiked up around your hips. you’re starting to sober after throwing up and the bitter taste of bile lingers in your mouth.

“you wore this dress for me,” he rasps, sliding his finger under the hem of the skirt and hooking it under the string of your thong.

“you wanted me to notice you.”

he rips the thin fabric off of you, baring your pussy as he lets it drop to the floor.

“i couldn’t take my eyes off of you,” he confesses, wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling you to him.

he turns you over, laying you down on the couch where he was just sitting, and spreading your legs for him.

he runs a finger through your folds, stopping at your hole.

“i wanted to fuck you in this dress so bad,” he tells you, “i knew you wanted it.”

you mewl, shaking your head.

“yes you did,” he repeats, furrowing his eyebrows, “you fucking whore. coming to these after parties night after night, looking to get yourself a rich husband.”

he spits on your pussy, as if disgusted with you. the sound cracks through the room, and his spit is hot on your skin. you squirm uncomfortably. he slides his finger through your folds again, lubing you up with his spit until his finger is pressed inside you.

you moan at the intrusion. but he’s gripping your thigh, keeping you open for him.

“i’ll take care of you,” he promises, moving his fingers inside you, “i’ll fuck you nice and good until your womb is full of my cum.”

you freeze up at that, starting to struggle against him more.

but he’s relentless, sliding a second finger into you, stretching you out in preparation for him. carving his shape into your body.

“i’m going to cum inside,” he growls, towering over you now, pushing your knees up to your chest, “i’m gonna get you pregnant and you’re going to have my baby. that’s what you wanted, isn’t it?”

isagi wraps his hand around your neck, knowing that if you struggle any more you won’t be able to breathe. he strokes his cock once, twice, as his eyes are glued to your tits, and then he’s pushing himself into you.

your eyes roll to the back of your head as he bottoms out. he’s filling you up completely with his cock. he starts thrusting into you slowly, so that you feel every inch of him as he takes you for himself.

“you’re so fucking tight,” he grunts, pulling back, “thought you would be a loose whore, but you’re perfect.”

he pushes back in.

you can’t even tell him that this was only your second time attending these after parties, that you had only come because your roommate insisted it would be fun. that even the dress he loved so much was borrowed.

the lack of air makes it hard to think. you can only focus on the way his hips are moving against yours and the way his cock tunneling in and out of your pussy. he fucks you until you’re weak, until you can’t fight back anymore. until he can loosen the hand on your neck and you would obey any command he gave you.

isagi pulls out, taking a moment to appreciate your expression. there’s drool leaking out of the corner of your mouth from the way you were gasping for air, and your eyes are completely blank.

with a satisfied smile, he scoops you up in his arms and puts you on his lap with your back to his chest.

he presses kisses from the top of your head, down the column of your neck, the curve of your shoulder. he’s playing with your nipples, knowing exactly how to make you react to his touch. just as you’re relaxing into his arms, he spreads your legs open, hooking his arms under your knees, bracing your feet on his lap.

your pussy is completely exposed now, facing the door. he laughs.

“anyone could walk in right now,” he taunts, “and no one would believe that you didn’t want this…especially now that you’re enjoying it.”

before you can say anything, he guides his cock back into you. he enjoys your little gasps, and the way your hand is frantically trying to grab onto anything, as if it’ll steady you. but he has you completely on his lap, restricting your movements, placing you just how he wants you.

isagi can’t get enough of you, with your head rolling back so sweetly against his shoulder.

he gathers your knees up to your chest and fucks into you harder and harder. he’s chasing his own high, rutting into your tight cunt. he’s encouraged by the long moans that keep coming out of your mouth, the ones you can’t hold in because he’s fucking you so hard, until you’re squealing.

“fuck, you feel amazing…” isagi breathes, “your pussy’s gripping me so tight. you’re gonna milk me dry, baby.”

he slams your hips down, bouncing you up and down on his lap like you’re his plaything. fucking you like you’re his property. you can’t move even an inch without him restricting you, guiding you where he wants you.

you hear his labored breathing start to quicken, to get heavier. you feel his forehead against your skin, his hot breath blowing over your back.

“you’re gonna make me cum,” he tells you, and it sounds like a warning.

you lie there limply, taking his cock inch by inch. the constant movement feels tiring, and your head is still heavy with alcohol. drool is dripping out of the corner of your mouth, completely out of your control, and you know it’s hopeless.

“fuck,” he swears, his jaw clenched, “i’m cumming—“

you mewl when you feel him pulse, pumping you full of hot cum, and he holds you down, forcing you to take every drop. you’re not sure it’s the alcohol anymore. you’re limp and you feel exhausted.

“look at you,” he murmurs, his hand coming up to the base of your neck.

he pushes you to look down, to watch his cock slip out of your pussy. you exhale loudly. the cum is slowly dripping out, proof that he’d completely possessed you.

isagi presses a kiss to your jaw.

“come on, baby,” he whispers, “i’ll take you home.”

your mind barely registers. home…? you think. but you can’t find enough energy to react, to ask what he means by home.

you cling to him helplessly as he takes you off his lap, pulls your dress back down without your panties, and carries you out with his cum still smeared between your thighs.

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happy new year (◕‿◕)♡

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merry christmas ( ◡‿◡ *)

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VIOLET drop another as friends chapter and my life is yours!!

(yk like that one meme where he goes Kendrick drop another diss track and my life is yours)

HAKAHAJAHAHHAHAHAHA i'll think about it !! still a have a week before i get neck deep busy anyway (ㆁᴗㆁ✿) we'll see if i can cook somethin up :3

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any fanfics you read and enjoyed lately? i'm desperate and would take any NSFW fic from any fandom at this point. ~ovulation blues~

all the hoshina soshiro smut by @/pin-k-ink has been keeping me alive because i cant stop lewding him in my head lately!!! other than that, just a bunch of sukuna ones in the tags (｡・//ε//・｡)

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I know you're probably sick of hearing, but I gotta ask. Are you planning to finish 'as friends'? If so, when do you think you'll update it again?

you totally don't have to answer. I'm just curious 🫶🫶

yeah! tho there arent gonna be an update anytime soon :( ive been very very busy irl (i couldnt even touch the suna wip i was writing since it hit the 6k word mark bc ive been caught up on so many things irl lately!)

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i feel like u get this kind of messages a lot but i have to say it!

bc of ur fics i have absurdly high standards when it comes to men and i always compare them to suna (a bitchless move if u will), not even the canon suna from the manganime— specifically the one you write and the man you made him to be.

i ran into your blog roughly two, maybe three years ago (maybe even more) and to this day i feel like the reason i always fall for emotionally unavailable men is bc of your writings.

anyway this is just me trying to compliment you and your works

hope u have a great day love 🤍

omgg........ HSKJSKS emotionally unavailable men is concerning, no? HSKSHJAHAHAHAHA but suna does have a way of making you want a trace of him in people :3

but thank you!!! hehehe i hope you'll like my upcoming suna fic ! have a great day mwaa

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thinkin of changing themes latur :L

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this fic is gonna make me rip my hair out at this point.............

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a new record for me

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this fic is gonna make me rip my hair out at this point.............

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nah dark content makes me feel like i’m alive and the satisfaction and relief 😮‍💨 now if i think gard about the shit i get off on i would loathe myself hahahha

💃anon

ps. ur works make me feel things so thank u

dark content hits differently ! ur right, it's so satisfyingggg. idk but to me it's just,, it's just a fic at the end of the day so i dont think too hard abt it :p

hehehe im glad! def. still love dc :') hope i can get into the mood of actually writing it again

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how i was i able to lewd body horror like cutting skin off and using it to jerk off like.

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tags: pet play—puppy, feeding, anal plug; watersports, nonconsensual voyeurism; branding—hot iron, pain play, degradation, possessive behaviour featuring: bokuto koutarou, yamaguchi tadashi, tsukishima kei

—bokuto koutarou + pet play

bokuto comes home from a gruelling practice to find you curled up against your body pillow on the floor of the kitchen. he thinks you look adorable with the tail plugged into your ass, keeping you stretched for him all day. he caresses your bottom first, fingers gripping the soft tail, before trailing to graze your neck and cup your cheek.

“wake up, puppy,” he murmurs, grinning, and brushing the hair out of your face.

you perk up instantly, eyes sparkling at the sight of your owner. you nuzzle against his hand, mumbling welcome home to your owner.

“you hungry, puppy?” he asks, tugging on your tail, stirring up your insides, “that why you’re in the kitchen?”

you mewl, nodding yes, as he glides his hand down your stomach. you whine when he leaves to fetch your food, nuzzling up against him again when he comes back with your full bowl. 

he watches you with a toothy grin as you eat your food face first, ass in the air. he’s inspecting the way your ass stretches around the plug, the way your pussy glistens, his cock hardening underneath his pants. 

when you’re done eating, you crawl into his lap, bits of food still stick to the corner of your mouth and he knows you’re hungry for something else.

Keep reading

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Ok so you were kinkysuna? 😭

HAHAHHA yeah!! i was very fickle some time during the pandemic with my account when it started growing and i didn't know if i wanted to divide my sfw/nsfw/dark content so i ended up crossposting a bunch, trying to organize. but yeah! hehe

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i just started reading as friends not even realizing that it was by u, one of my favorite smut writers LMAO💀

also dude, as friends is so good and i cannot wait for the next update u r amazing <3

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