#snuff tw

[ashes2caches]

transfem who acquired regenerative immortality purely so that she could play out her most violent kink fantasies without actually dying (or at least without staying dead)

[faux-big-bro]

Hey. Hey. Stupid little lamb. Are you ready to be sacrificed to your big brother? Ready to be pinned down to the ground? Ready for me to eviscerate you with words? Ready for me to break you in more ways than one, dig my fingers into the mental wounds I've inflicted in you, and just see how much more pain I can force out of you before your body lets you flee to the safety of numbness?

And then want me to cuddle up my sweet baby sister, whisper gentle words to you as the blanket wraps around your shoulders, my fingers push between your thighs, and I shush your whimpers as I tell you that it's okay to be nervous, but this is what little whore baby sisters are for.

Putting porn on to watch as I violate your body as thoroughly as I violate your mind, your soul. Take your frozen, terrified body, so pliant and wanting to please, little fawn- and reposition you. Reposition it.

Tell you what, little whore. Let's make a bet. I'll count how many orgasms I can rip out of this little traitor cunt before you pass out. And you'll owe me money for each one, say $50.

How much money do you think you'll owe me when I'm finally tired of proving you wrong? $400? Oh, I'm sure I can get more than that out of you.

Now just shut the fuck up. God, you're such a stupid little cunt. Good thing you do have this tight little pussy, pretty bitch. Or else you'd probably already have choked to death on my cock at some point.

Who knows, maybe tonight.

[prettylynnpup]

Stupid little pet, you do realize that I could kill you with so little as a flick of my wrist, and yet you're still here trying to be all big and tough...

I guess I'll just have to remind you who here is the predator, and who's the prey. Hopefully only a few marks on you will suffice this time, but I won't stop until you give in, hear me?

Get in your place, prey.

[carnivorousyandeere]

For Research…?

( MDNI, No Age in Bio DNI )

CW: blood, gore, horror, torture, murder, snuff, voyeurism, masturbation, extremely sadistic Darling, masochistic yan, not safe or sane but possibly consensual, um. Ask to tag if I missed anything bc I don’t know what else to say about this 😭

Inspired by @velours-lapin’s Slaughter Squad (Host 🤝 Dae-Hyun (watching snuff)), enabled by @heartfullofleeches

Blood.

Glorious, beautiful blood, spattered across the walls, across your face, dripping to the floor from your hands, running cold in the open air while Dae-hyun’s runs hot, pounding in his ears, rushing to the swell between his legs, bursting into his mouth as his lip splits between his teeth.

Dae-hyun shudders, fighting the urge to imagine how his clone must feel right now, but they both share the metallic taste of their own blood and Dae-hyun’s fists clench atop his desk, choking back the vile jealousy rising within. He should’ve put more sensors inside the clone, made sure that there would be sensory data to experience himself— although maybe the exquisite pain would be enough to kill in and of itself, given the brutality of your onslaught—

There’s a moment of silence— near silence, the grainy background of the audio ever-crackling— Dae-hyun forces his eyes to refocus, to drink in every moment. You step closer and his own voice breaks through the screen in a pained cry. Dae-hyun curses, eyes flicking to another screen with a better view, just in time to see you press your thumb even deeper into the exposed muscle of his clone’s shoulder.

Dae-hyun curses under his breath, fumbling to free his cock from damp boxers and slacks, unwilling to turn his gaze from you for even a moment. You dig deeper, ever deeper, a smile creeping across your face. His clone wheezes, cries out weakly—

Pop.

The clone’s arm dangles, muscle and bone scarcely holding onto what intact skin remains, weighing it down. Your fingers follow the trail of blood down the clone’s arm, Dae-hyun’s arm, tangling your fingers with his and swinging his hand back and forth. His clone cries out weakly, and your smile sharpens to a snarl, abruptly tired of these games.

One more pull and his arm detaches entirely. You test the limb, its weight and joints, and then hit him across the face with it. Again, and again. Dae-hyun can’t help but to stroke himself in the rhythm of your strikes.

A strange sense of loss overcomes Dae-hyun when you finally come to a stop, and lean over to spit on his corpse. Not grief for the lost clone, that version of himself. Envy that he may never get to experience what he did again, or never get to experience it through the eyes of his other self. You’d mutilated him so badly, Dae-hyun may not be able to collect that sensory data... He’s about to tuck himself back into his pants, a little edge. Just like you to tease, isn’t it? Or is he teasing himself?

But you step over him, raising your face— he can feel your gaze through the camera, another smile spreading across your blood-streaked mouth—

“You’re next.”

You swing his arm hard enough to shatter the camera, and Dae-hyun spills across his fist, messing up his clothes and staining the underside of his desk.

“…fuck.”

[suodelic]

NSFW—MDNI; please read tags before proceeding

anyway tonight’s thoughts include sadist!Akutagawa who loves seeing you squirm when you don’t know what he’s going to do or say next.

sadist!Akutagawa who promises to be gentle, not to cut you—only to ‘accidentally’ leave beads of blood pooling in shallow cuts on the delicate skin over your jugular.

sadist!Akutagawa who keeps his boot on the side of your face while he binds your wrists behind your back. he says if you resist, he’ll crack your skull wider and wider with his heel until your brain is pouring out of your mouth.

sadist!Akutagawa who grips your throat with both hands and grins wildly when your fingers fly up, trying and failing to wrench him off after he says, “I could snap your fucking neck like this.”

sadist!Akutagawa who drapes you across his lap and spanks you, cuts you, whips you until you’re limp and sobbing. he always takes your squirming as a challenge. he says he’s not done with you until your ass is red, bloody, and bruised—until he’s sure you’ll be unable to walk or sit comfortably—only lay down, so that you’ll always be ready for him like his perfect little 24/7 painslut should. <3

[wouldyoufuckthisfurry]

I would fuck the stress out of the galve so good it would still be falling over

There shall be naugh but ashes remaining after i'm done.

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(in response to the most recent poll) If I needed to smash that goat to pieces so that the yearly tradition of it falling apart succeeded, well ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯ A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do!

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Gävlebocken gets fucked basically every year, so what's the harm in me adding to it

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the Gavle goat is into snuff. She loves being burned down. You have to burn her down. It's like sex to her. The people setting up cameras and guarding her are just puritans. She comes back every year so being set on fire is enrichment for her. So yes I would fuck her

Gävle goat thoughts from the inbox!

[twisted-terror]

𝕾𝖓𝖚𝖋𝖋

𝔖𝔶𝔫𝔬𝔭𝔰𝔦𝔰: ℑ𝔰 𝔦𝔱 𝔴𝔦𝔰𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔶 𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔞𝔱 𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔞 𝔰𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔞𝔩 𝔨𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔯’𝔰 𝔯𝔲𝔫𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔯𝔞𝔪𝔭𝔞𝔫𝔱? 𝔑𝔬. 𝔅𝔲𝔱 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔤𝔬𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔬 𝔤𝔬 𝔞𝔫𝔶𝔴𝔞𝔶𝔰 𝔟𝔢𝔠𝔞𝔲𝔰𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔫𝔢𝔢𝔡 𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔶? 𝔜𝔢𝔭.

ℭ𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔰: 𝔖𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔞𝔩 𝔨𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔯! ℜ𝔶𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔫 𝔖𝔲𝔨𝔲𝔫𝔞 𝔵 𝔉𝔢𝔪! ℜ𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯, 𝔰𝔬-𝔰𝔬 𝔞𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔪𝔭𝔱 𝔞𝔱 𝔡𝔞𝔯𝔨 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔱, 𝔢𝔵𝔭𝔩𝔦𝔠𝔦𝔱 & 𝔤𝔯𝔞𝔭𝔥𝔦𝔠 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔱, 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔱𝔲𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫, 𝔳𝔦𝔬𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔢, 𝔭𝔬𝔯𝔫 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔭𝔩𝔬𝔱, 𝔠𝔥𝔬𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤, 𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤, 𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔫𝔦𝔟𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔪, 𝔬𝔯𝔞𝔩 (𝔣 + 𝔪), 𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔲𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫, 𝔰𝔩𝔞𝔭𝔭𝔦𝔫𝔤, 𝔲𝔫𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔱𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔰𝔢𝔵, 𝔯𝔢𝔠𝔬𝔯𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 & 𝔡𝔢𝔭𝔦𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔬𝔣 𝔭𝔬𝔯𝔫𝔬𝔤𝔯𝔞𝔭𝔥𝔶, 𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥/𝔡𝔶𝔦𝔫𝔤.

Author’s note: Whoops, sorry that this took so long! I wanted to challenge myself and get to the word count of 13k. I got 12.3k or something. But whatever, for the people who do care, I finally delivered, sorry for the wait again! Also I technically double-checked for grammar but if you see something off, I’ll maybe fix it later.

Whore.

Slut.

Tramp.

Skank.

You’ve been called every single name in the book. And by every, you truly do mean every name in the dictionary. If it even slightly resembles a woman giving it up, you’ve heard it. It didn’t have to be said to you specifically, it could’ve been said to some unlucky woman right next to you. Regardless, you’ve heard it.

Now, it’s really by the arrogant men who spit on you, and then have the audacity to wave twenty bucks in your face for a blowjob. That or by women who are too stuck up and out of touch to give pity, not even considering the possibility that times have gotten so tough that you need to sell your body on the corner just to keep yourself above water.

To men, you’re a hole to stuff for quick relief, to women, they either pity your existence or think you’re trash. What a way to live, isn’t it?

Who could’ve known that minimum wage is no longer cutting it in this economy? Haha..Ha…

This life of yours sucks and you surely do hate your existence.

After a long, longggggg day of being a cashier and dealing with customers, you return home. Home, sweet home. Sure it’s a bit rundown, and the landlord’s a jackass but it’s your personal space.

You toss your purse on the floor, letting the bag clatter loudly. You think, ‘I really should stop doing that, that’s probably the reason I’m so financially fucked up…..’

Nahhhh, it’s capitalism's fault. Profits over people have always caused people to have problems. And you’re one of those said people.

You trot through your apartment, taking deep pleasure in your free time since once it gets dark, you’ll be out again, serving customers in a different way. Your bedroom was an attempt at a comfortable look, posters and pictures covering the stains on the walls, uneven floorboards that seemed to creak and groan with each heavy step, and a couple of glue traps to decorate the floor.

‘Hopefully the water’s on tonight…And warm….’ You thought, praying that your landlord wouldn’t be a dick about your slightly late payment.

Walking to the only bathroom you have in this place, you remove your clothes haphazardly, scattering them around your apartment without thought, reminding yourself to pick them up later.

Flick!

You flicked the light switch on in your bathroom, seeing the gaudy yet familiar room that you tried to make more “presentable” with cute accessories and knick-knacks, but it was hard to get rid of those hard water stains in the shower and sink.

“Come on, come on, hot water pleaseeee.” You outwardly pray as you peel the shower curtain back, inspecting the shower before turning on the water and holding out your hand.

Sssshhhhh!

Cold….Cold…Oh- Oh! It’s warming up!

A bright smile crossed your face before you stood there and thought…

‘How sad has my life gotten for me to be excited for a probably lukewarm shower?’

Pushing away that thought, you turn on your boombox that you usually keep in the bathroom, an old thing from your childhood that has faded stickers on it, and get in the shower before anything could happen to that precious warm water.

The songs they play on the radio are either decent, garbage, or something you would actually stand listening to. But, now is not the time to be picky about music, you’re trying to smell clean and pleasant enough for later.

You look down at your naked body, poking and prodding at your stomach or breasts, or looking at any of your birthmarks under the warm water. A warm shower was a blessing, you’d probably have stood under the water for hours if you weren't going out tonight…Well, hours is a bit of an exaggeration but maybe thirty to forty-five minutes.

You reach for a scentless, antibacterial bar soap first, using that to clean off the dirt and sweat from your body. It was a quirk of yours to think the antibacterial soap was for extra cleansing, or that it allows your scented soap to cling better to the skin. You drag your washcloth all over your body, scrubbing a long day off your skin, in between your thighs, the soles of your feet, the groove of your armpits, between your crack—Not a place on your body was untouched.

Then came the scented soap, your personal favorite: Vanilla and shea butter. Not only did it smell good, but it gave your skin a smooth feeling—buttery smooth in fact. You made sure to scrub yourself good with the scented soap, wanting to smell so fresh and clean before getting soiled from the night.

A moment of leisure never hurts anyone, it’s a break well deserved in your opinion. You scooped up the suds on your body, holding the foamy froth, feeling the small bubbles glide and pop in your palm.

Step.

Step.

You step closer to the shower head, standing underneath the flowing water. The warm water cascades down your skin, washing away the suds on your body, and in your palm. Your eyes close, the temporary relief and peace you were in, now washes down the drain too. Reality’s back, you have work to do later.

You step out, turning off the shower and then the radio, before grabbing a towel and drying yourself off. You decided to head into your room, grabbing a bottle of lotion and turning on the TV so you could have some entertainment and moisturize your body all at once.

“….the police have found two young women dead today around 5:23 PM, the two women now identified as twenty-four-year-old-“

Switching the channel quickly, you try to avoid having your mood soured with anxiety and dread, especially since you have to go out tonight. The TV now plays an episode of SpongeBob SquarePants, the bright colors and quirky humor causing much more pleasant and nostalgic feelings inside of you.

Though, there is that lingering feeling of…worry. Or dread might be a better word for you.

This has been the fifth instance that somebody or in certain cases, a small group has been found murdered and dumped somewhere, their bodies all mutilated to the point some were unrecognizable. Some were worse than others, wayyyyy worse. Like being completely skinned, or having certain body parts missing, or having all their internal organs removed, or having their genitals mutilated to the point it looked like bloody, shredded meat…

You shuddered, not wanting to think too much about that as you put on your bra and panties and just sat in bed, watching TV.

You almost lost track of time, and if it wasn’t for your alarm, you’d probably have watched SpongeBob until you fell asleep. The annoying noise was hastily turned off before you got up and went to your wardrobe, scanning through the options.

Well, it’s not like you had many anyway. Prostitutes gotta look like they’re prostitutes, heels, short skirts, tight dresses, shorts, that sort of thing. So you simply pick some pink heels, a black miniskirt, a black tank top, and a short faux fur coat. Gaudy but fitting.

Then the makeup, you never overdo it, otherwise you’d feel like it’s too cakey and trashy. It’s a simple routine. Lip gloss to plump up those lips and make them shine. Mascara so you can bat your eyelashes at your clients, it’s like a cheat code for a tip. And just a little blush, nothing too much, you don’t want to look like a tomato now.

With that, you turned off your TV, grabbed your phone off the charger, and walked out of your bedroom. Your purse, your keys, of course they all come too as you finally exit your apartment, closing the door behind you and locking it.

You descend the stairs in your apartment, seeing the familiar stains on the complex’s wallpaper, trash on the stairwell, the smell of cigarette fumes, and band-aids. Luckily the hallways were empty, you didn’t want to deal with your neighbors or any tenants really, especially knowing how some of them are.

Opening the front door to your complex, you immediately grimace and shiver at the nightly temperature…It’s rather cold tonight, the autumn breeze at night was just a terrible combination with your choice of attire. You really do salute the ladies and gentlemen and whoever is in between for wearing less.

Seriously, last week you saw some blonde in all white and silver. White fishnets, a white thigh garter, those big, tall thigh-high heels, white thong—That sort of attire.

You know, real kudos to her. Hope she’s doing alright.

Lucky for you, the corner you usually work is only a few blocks down, so you usually just walk there. There were already some ladies down there, all of various appearances. But all were familiar faces.

You guys never exchanged your names properly, just simply referring to each other by street names and aliases. So while you were Y/N L/N at your actual job, you simply went by Baby here.

It’s a very cheesy, corny, and definitely typical name, but it’s effective, your clients, especially the older men, ate it up.

You stood next to Fantasy, a brunette who wore a skimpy, red dress, and red heels. Her breasts pushed up and her face was covered in light makeup.

“Hey Fantasy, how’s the night going for you so far?” You leaned against the brick wall and looked over at the brunette as she sighed deeply

“Eh, it could be more productive. I only made forty dollars so far-“

“Forty dollars?!” You exclaimed loudly. If she only made forty tonight, how much will you make? Thirty? Twenty?! A nickel?!

Your “confident” demeanor drastically changed, now you’re slouching and worrying about the night and what it may bring.

“Oh pick your head up Baby, just because it’s for me, doesn’t mean it’ll be slow for you.” Fantasy pats your back before slapping it hard, making you stand upright and wince. “Now fix yourself, nobody wants a slouching whore.”

“Okay, okay geez…” Puffing up your chest, you stand with feigned confidence and readied yourself for any clients.

After seven to ten minutes of waiting, a car rolled up, a red hatchback stopping in front of us. Rolling down their window, revealed a sleazy, pudgy bastard, looking between both of us before speaking.

“You. The one in the black coat, c’mere.” He pointed at you, wagging his finger to beckon you closer. And like clockwork, you walked over and leaned down in the window.

“Hey baby, whatcha looking for tonight~?” A purr escaped your lips, as you battered your eyelashes at him.

“How much for you to give me head?” The greasy man asked, smiling to showcase his messed-up teeth.

“Twenty.”

“Get in.”

A simple and quick interaction, and a good way to warm up for the night.

You allowed yourself in and sat in the passenger’s seat, letting the man pull the car off to park in an alleyway. The sound of shifting in the driver’s seat made you look over, seeing the man pulling out his flaccid dick, giving it a few strokes, and releasing it for you.

You were really holding back a grimace, the man had a certain smell, like sweaty balls and tobacco…But twenty dollars is twenty dollars.

You lean down, taking the man’s small, greasy cock into your mouth and bobbing your head, hearing his groans. There really wasn’t much to work honestly, and dudes with small cocks, from your experiences, cum quickly.

Continuing to suck, you worked yourself from his hairy base to his tip, licking up the built-up smegma (gross) and reaching to fondle his sweaty, greasy balls.

This…This was not pleasant. At all.

First client, and for twenty bucks, you’re slurping up dick cheese with some bastard’s stomach rubbing against your cheek. His hand clutches your hair, guiding you as you work your mouth on him.

Slurppp! Slurp! Slurp! Slurp!

You honestly gagged a bit, and not due to the length but the taste…Ugh.

‘Just cum already!’ You thought as the man grunted louder and tilted his head back.

“That’s it bitch! Fuck! Take it!” His over-the-top words made you cringe hard, and want to get out of the car quicker.

‘Geez, who really says that? Like seriously…’ You thought to yourself, internally shaking your head, you couldn’t stop cringing. That’s definitely going to haunt your dreams for a while.

And like you said earlier, small dicked men don’t last long, because with a few more deep sucks, your client prematurely ejaculates. Thank god.

It’s over, to your pleasure and his disarray. His cum was overly bitter and sour, causing you to spit it onto his cock and sit up.

“Wait, wait, wait, that was a fluke-“

“My twenty.” You stuck out your hand, causing him to huff and hand you a twenty before pulling out of the alley and dropping you off on the corner.

“My pleasure baby~” You exit, batting your eyelashes before walking back to your same place from earlier. Fantasy was gone, either to home or with a client.

Screeeeech!

The red hatchback pulls off quickly, probably and hopefully embarrassed by his mediocrity.

You reach into your purse to pull out a travel-size bottle of mouthwash, hastily uncapping it to pour some into your mouth and swish it around.

‘Gross, gross, gross!’

Swish, swish, swish, swish, garggleeeeeeee!

You harshly spat the now discolored mixture of blue onto the concrete and wiped your mouth.

What a client to start with.

Truly.

Fantasy returned later, looking disheveled, her lipstick smeared, her hair tousled and there was a slight shake in her legs as she just sat on the curb.

“I assume that was a good run?” You sat down beside her, watching her rummage in her bag to place a cigarette between her lips and light it.

Flick, flick—Flume~!

She took a drag before releasing a breathy exhale and a plume of smoke before speaking.

“Y-Yeah…ha….I..I scored nicely. Ha…I let some rich dude manhandle me for two hundred and something dollars…”

“That’s good, really making some money tonight, huh?” You elbowed her, trying to hide a bit of jealousy in your tone.

‘Two hundred plus dollars? And all I got was twenty and the taste of sweat?!’ You silently fumed before snatching the cigarette from her to take a drag. You rarely smoked, though you felt like it was well needed tonight.

“Yeah…Guess so….Might call it a night sooner or later…Next care we see” murmured Fantasy, snatching the cigarette back from me. “Geez, how about we just share it?”

You two went back and forth with sharing a cigarette, sitting in silence, and enjoying the nightly ambience of the city.

Distance screeching of tires, crickets chirping, the wind whistling, and the chatter of nearby pedestrians or fellow prostitutes.

It seemed like another client wasn’t coming anytime soon and eventually you two were finished with the cigarette…

Maybe it was time to go home-

As both of you stood up with small grunts, another car slowly pulled up. A black sedan. The window slowly rolled down to reveal a man with pink hair, his eyes crimson, and he was littered in tattoos.

I took the liberty of walking up to the car and leaning forward, especially since Fantasy seemed tired.

“Hey baby, looking for-“

“Two thousand dollars for you to come with me for the night and do whatever I tell you.”

Oh! Your ears perked up as your eyes widened. Two thousand dollars?!

“Wait really? Seriously…? Don’t fuck around baby, don’t-“

“Do you want the damn money or not? Because I can really drive off and leave your ass on the street like the filth you are. Yes or no?” The man held up a wad of cash to show his authenticity, and you almost started jumping for joy right there..

This was like a once-in-a-while opportunity, you couldn’t resist, not one bit. Especially from a handsome man like himself.

“Uh- Yeah- Yeah I do..I want it,” You stammered over your words and hastily got in the man’s car without a thought.

“There. Was that so hard?” He grumbled under his breath and shifted the car into drive.

You quickly realize that he wasn’t taking you to some alley or a parking lot but somewhere else in the city after he drove past a few potential spots.

“Uh-“

“Don’t worry, woman. I’m taking us to a motel. Now, I ain’t giving you two thousand for anything,” The pinkette said as he reached over and gripped your meaty thigh before giving it a firm slap.

‘Geez, he says woman like it’s a damn slur…’

“Like I said, you do what I tell you. If I tell you get on your knees, you get on your knees, if I tell you get naked, you get naked, you listen to everything I say woman or you won’t get paid. Got it?” He stopped at a red light and looked over at you.

“Uh…Yea, yea, I do…” You stare into his eyes, taking in his devilishly handsome appearance…. “What’s your name…Sir?”

He looked at the road, resuming the drive….

“Sukuna. And yours?”

You’re in turmoil, mentally stuck deciding between your real name and your alias….Your mouth opens, the name rolling off the tongue…

“Y/N.”

“Kukuku….A decent name for a whore….” Sukuna replied condescendingly, the man usually my thigh as a sort of stress ball. “Tell me, you a full-time whore?”

“No…I uh…I work at 7/11 as a clerk.” You admitted with slight shame….As if being a 7/11 clerk was worse than selling ass on the corner. “And you…?”

“Butcher. I skin animals and chop them into pieces. Steaks, cutlets, whatever.”

‘….Creepy…But kinda cool…’ You thought as his hand raised higher, now slipping under your miniskirt.

“Oh…I could neverrr! I think I would be too queasy to smell allat and I wouldn't even know where to start!” You look down at his hand between his thighs, feeling Sukuna tracing the crevice of your inner thigh, letting him analyze the texture.

“Is that so? I think it’s easy…All you need to know is how to cut-“ His hand shifted to rest over your dampened panties. “And now how to work around its body. You see, I’m familiar with the anatomy of the meats I’m given to work with.”

Sukuna started to rub his thick fingers up and down the length of your cunt, pressing his digits on your fat pussy lips before moving up to the outline of your clit.

“Birds, cows, pigs, doesn’t matter…But let’s take this to a human standpoint. Specifically a woman.” Sukuna’s voice lowered as he skillfully drove with one hand, the other teasing your clitoris through the fabric of your panties, causing you to pant and squirm.

“I know how to work around a woman. They’re the easiest to understand, inside out.”

You started to softly moan as he stroked your sensitive bud through the fabric, allowing the man to ramble on about anything. He could be nerding out or whatever, but for two thousand dollars, you’d watch paint dry and then write a ten-page essay about it.

Doesn’t mean you’re paying the most attention to it.

Your eyes wander down to the lifted fabric of your mini skirt, fluttering due to Sukuna’s meaty hand pressing into the dampening cunt. You couldn’t help but grind into his fingers, a low chuckle escaping Sukuna’s lips at the notion.

“Women are too easy. Predictable. It’s almost comical. Rub their g-spot, tongue their a-spot, grope them there, they’ll forget about it all.” His tone was condescending and had underlying aggression to it, something to probably be wary of. Like how you’ll be wary of a lion or bear if you get too close.

“But they’re fun.”

Something was telling you he was off. That or he was one of those clients who had a bit of an ego…With him, it seemed like a melting pot of ego, hedonism, and sadism. Maybe more. Hopefully not more.

Pausing at another red light, Sukuna looked down at your flushed expression, shifting your panties to the side, the fabric now resting in the groove connecting your inner thigh and groin.

“I hope you’re as fun to play with tonight.” His smile is wide, no longer just some cheeky grin, it is full, maniacal, and completely unhinged.

“Erm…Ok…?” Even with your flushed expression and slightly spaced out thoughts, one thing was clear enough, you got a weird one tonight. You’d probably have to pull out your knife at some point of time tonight, you’re certain of it.

You rarely need to use it whenever you’re out doing your hustle, but it was for safety precautions. There are some strange people out in this world, and you’re sure he was one of them.

Sukuna focused back on the road, now pushing his middle and ring finger into your now wet pussy, his digits swirling in your insides as if he was trying to map out every crease, ridge, and wrinkle.

“Mmm…” A low hum rumbled out of your throat, your head tilting back as he had his thumb caress your labia minora, tickling the flabby, pink flesh.

Squlech!

Squelch!

“Ohhh- Ohh godddd….” Your mouth started to go a bit slack, the longer he guided his thick digits around in your warm opening, the more your wary thoughts concerning him subsided.

Perhaps Sukuna was right that women are easy, well you in this case, the way he fingered you…It was almost comical how quickly you pushed back the speculation of Sukuna’s “quirkiness” and focused on the pleasure.

Your soft moans slowly blended into the background of his car, the sound of a constant engine and frequent turns and stops. You felt yourself slipping away into a La-La-Land of sensations, his fingers working the inside of your pussy like he was a top-rated masseur, and causing a heat to build inside your belly.

Oh, thank god! He’s one of those clients who lets you have an orgasm-

Slurckkkk!

“Haaaa.”

Sukuna’s fingers slide out your wet heat with ease, strings of your musky nectar being the only source of connection between the two of you.

The disappointment in your eyes was immediate, the heat in your lower belly seemed to linger now, your cunt now sadly empty and sucking in air and nothingness.

‘Awww man. I was RIGHT there!!!!’ The thoughts of what could’ve been an orgasm swarmed your mind, and the disappointment was oh-so immense-

Your train of thought was cut off by Sukuna presenting his slick-drenched fingers to your lips, his lips parting to command:

“Suck…”

…

……

……….

“Huh?” Your brows raised, the confusion on your face was evident, especially since you’ve never encountered a man who wanted you to taste your own juices (Which is surprising).

“You heard me, woman, suck my fingers clean.” Sukuna reiterated, his voice calm and steady as he pulled into a motel parking lot. “If you don’t, I’ll simply keep my money, and I’ll leave you in an alleyway.”

His threat hung in the air, and it would’ve scared you more if you weren’t flat out desperate for cash. You’d do a lot for some cash, which in this case would be tasting yourself.

So, without refusing much, you licked his fingers clean, tasting the unique taste on his fingers.

Astringent….

That’s all you could probably describe it as. It’s a bit bitter, slightly salty with a tinge of sweet. You’d probably compare it to salted caramel, not because it’s flat-out sweet but due to the combination of tastes.

“Good. That’s nice.” Sukuna watched you with high intensity, feeling your tongue swirling around his thick fingers. “But I need you to be more thorough-“

Sukuna pushed his fingers deeper into your mouth, causing you to gag harshly as the thick digits tickled your pharynx. A wide, sadistic grin crept onto his face, his crimson eyes staring down at you like an animal in confinement as he pressed down harder.

Another harsh gag erupted from you, causing a sharp pang in your chest and belly. You could feel your stomach starting to bubble, churning up your lunch from earlier, readying to empty its contents.

Sukuna could feel the back of your throat convulsing, to him, it was such a shame you didn’t have enough training in that department.

He didn’t stop until you were heaving, borderline on emptying the contents of your stomach onto his hand and your lap, before sliding out his fingers.

“Good enough. Sit tight while I get a room.” With a pat on the thigh, Sukuna exited the car, walking away from the car and leaving you to your own devices.

…

……

“what a dick….” You murmured to yourself as you tried to soothe your nausea and calm yourself down. In and out, in..and out. You huffed and puffed, swallowing down the built-up saliva down your throat, washing away the bile that was so close to spewing out of you.

Well…Really just swallowed it down since you weren’t really washing away anything, just pushing down your nausea, and hoping for the best.

You leaned back into the car seat, rubbing your stomach and turning your head to the head. You couldn’t keep your eyes from scanning the car.

You didn’t care much about the model or type, it looked suave enough, but you scanned what was in it.

“Mmm….Pretty bland in here….” You murmured to yourself, now looking into the backseat to see a duffel bag tucked away, barely visible in the darkness of the car.

“Hmm?”

Now you’re curious.

Very, very curious.

You look in all directions and hastily reach into the backseat for the duffel bag, trying to avoid being caught by Sukuna. After all, you’ve learned no one likes a nosey whore. Especially after last time.

You pat around the outside, trying to feel its contents before reaching for the zipper-

Zipppp-

….

Your eyes catch a glint of something, and the nearby streetlight barely catches on the object. It was metallic. Dark. It looked like a pole or-

….

You pause. Your eye catches someone moving.

….

Immediately zipping up the bag and turning around to sit normally, you see Sukuna approaching the car. Damn it! You barely got to see anything in the bag, let alone register what you did see.

Sukuna popped open the passenger’s door and gestured for you to get out with a nod of his head.

“Room’s 201. The one on the far left, here’s the key.” Sukuna said, allowing you to step out before he closed the door behind you and handed you the room key.

“…‘kay….” You murmured in response and started to walk to the designated room. Though, you couldn’t help but look over your shoulder as Sukuna seemed to be gathering his own things, including his duffel bag. He seemed to be taking his sweet time, like he was preparing himself to savor a delectable meal.

Hmm.

Oh well. He could hype himself up all he wants, you’re just here for the sweet, sweet two thousand!

Unlocking it and pushing open the motel door, you scanned the room and closed the door behind you. It’s what you’d expect out of a motel. Cheap decor and brown.

A chair in the corner, a single queen-sized bed with gaudy orange and green bedding, one of those big, old TVs you haven’t had since you were a little girl, that sort of thing. You didn’t care much about the slight cigarette stains on certain walls, or the fact that you could faintly smell cheap cleaning products.

You plopped down on the edge of the bed, tossing your purse on the nearby chair along with your fur coat, and watching the door open to reveal Sukuna.

Wow. You never realized how big he was until now. He was definitely well over six feet, and well over two hundred pounds. He was a dominating force without even trying.

He remained silent for a bit, closing and locking the door up nice and tight, kicking off his shoes, before moving to open his duffel bag.

Zipppppp

He reached inside his bag, and abruptly tossed you a…toothbrush? Then followed a travel-sized container of toothpaste, and mouthwash….

“Eh?” Your brows raised as you looked down at your lap, oral hygiene products decorating it like tacky Christmas decor.

“Go brush your teeth, thoroughly, if I go anywhere near your mouth, I want to smell mint,” Sukuna said, gesturing his head towards the motel bathroom.

“Oooookay….” You push yourself off the bed, holding the products in your hand as you walk into the bathroom. You barely got a glimpse of the metallic object he was pulling out of his duffel bag.

The bathroom was what you expected. Dingy. Smelt of cheap cleaner, but now a much more concentrated smell compared to the main area. Thin towels and fuzzy rags were stacked neatly on the counter, and an old packaged circular bar soap was beside it.

You’d probably be using that to clean up later tonight.

Turning on the sink, you wet your toothbrush under the lukewarm downpour, then apply a generous amount of toothpaste to start brushing.

You’ve never been the type to use just a pea-sized drop of toothpaste. It’s not enough, why do people say it is? Two brushes in and now all of it randomly disperses and is gone somehow? Weird stuff.

Meanwhile, Sukuna was setting up a tripod, adjusting the legs to be the perfect height. Once he deemed it to be the proper height, he reached into the duffel bag and grabbed a video camera, turning it on and attaching it to the tripod. He adjusts it accordingly, from having the right tilt of angle, to calibrating the lens to alter the field of view. He needs only the best view to show off the splatter and money shots. Sukuna was naturally efficient at setting up his little makeshift studio, he’s done this enough times with women of various sizes and appearances.

He looked at the camera screen, making sure the lighting would complement and showcase tonight’s artwork properly.

By the time you started to step out of the bathroom with a freshened mouth, Sukuna was done setting up his camera—whoa he’s quick with his setup.

“You work quick, don’t ya…” You said aloud, looking at the expensive video camera pedestalled on a tripod, inspecting it. “Looks expensive too…”

Sukuna grabbed your wrist, pulling you closer to inspect your body from head to toe, especially in the lighting that the hotel lamp provided. His hands traced your body, running up and down your sides and hips, tracing any curvature your body may have.

“Hmmgh…” Sukuna made a noise of query, moving to grab your breasts and give them a firm squeeze.

“Yeesh…Handsy aren’t you.” You quipped, trying to lighten the mood…Though it seemed like it wasn’t that successful at getting Sukuna to laugh, not even a small chuckle. Instead, he moved to grab your ass, sinking his palms into the fabric-covered flesh and spreading them through your shirt.

You wince, the feeling of your ass cheeks being spread open like that through your skirt felt a bit uncomfortable…But you weren’t going to complain. Not with money on the line.

Sukuna moved his hands away, a small gleam of satisfaction in his eyes as he gestured for you to get in front of the camera.

“Strip.” He commanded, moving to stand behind the camera as if he were on the set of a movie.

“Strip..? Uh…You want me to just take it off…Or maybe like a strip tease and be slow-“ You started to question Sukuna, unsure about how to go about it, which caused you to just stand there awkwardly.

Do you try to look sexy on camera…? Do you like…Just take off your clothes and show off your body? You’re really not the type to make homemade or amateur porno filmings…

“Just look nice for the camera. I don’t give a damn.” Sukuna replied, honestly sounding like he just wants to get to the fun part of tonight. It’s understandable.

With a small beep, Sukuna pressed play and stood expectantly, watching your movements.

“Right, right.” You murmured, reaching for your tank top and pulling it off, trying to be sultry and sexy in the process ...Honestly, you may or may not look stupid. You can feel it in your movements, it’s a bit awkward.

Then down goes your mini-skirt, revealing your cotton panties to the camera, the fabric slightly discolored and dampened due to your arousal.

“Mmph, you’ll be a masterpiece on screen,” Sukuna commented, his tongue slipping out to wet his lip. “I’ll turn you into my greatest piece, a star…”

His voice was low, hungry, and oddly enough the thought of becoming a masterpiece—It was appealing to you. You swallow, trying to resist smiling like some dopey dumbass.

Sukuna removed his shirt, revealing his bare torso—Oh my! That man was swole! His muscles were large, his biceps and forearms veiny and defined, his demeanor reeked of strength. Yet there was a layer of softness to him, a coat of fat that almost made him look cuddly. His chest was big, puffy, his waist and hips wide, adorned with love handles.

What a man.

Sukuna moved from behind the camera, planning to start slow, to savor his meal, to pick at you piece by piece. His hands reach around to pop off the clasps of your bra, pulling the fabric away to expose your perky breasts and hardening nipples.

His tongue slipped out, tracing your neck and lapping over your pulse point, and slowly working down to your collarbone just above the smooth of your breast. You slightly winced at Sukuna nipping your flesh, the action catching you off guard at first due to the short sting.

Looking over, your eyes land on the camera lenses, locked on the barely visible reflection of you standing there while Sukuna ran his tongue up and down your naked body.

Something…Something just felt wrong…You couldn’t just pinpoint it though. Maybe because no one has ever taken you to a motel to fuck, or has planned to give you a large sum for your services. But something…Something didn’t feel right. Maybe because the exchange so far was too quiet, as if he had his own agenda besides standard pleasure.

Sukuna ran his tongue on your clavicle, before traveling down to your breasts, now teasing your right nipple with the tip of his tongue and tweaking your left nipple.

“H-Ha…” You huff softly, now focusing your attention on Sukuna who seemed to take his time on your breasts. You didn’t know if you should point it out or not. “Mmgh…”

You weren’t one for nipple play but…

He’s good.

Sukuna circled your hardening bud with his thumb, letting his manicured nails lightly scrape at it with each swipe and pull. His tongue’s movements alternate between rapid flicks to leisurely swirls, causing soft huffs to escape your lips, and for a pleased rumble to escape his throat.

“O-Oh…Ohhh…”

Your hand reaches to cup the back of his head, fingers barely treading through the short, pink strands. The gesture of you holding the back of Sukuna’s head causes him to lean more into your breast, his languid swirls now a firm latching.

Suck! Smmmuckk! Suckkk!

Sukuna sat himself on the edge of the bed, his mouth still latched to your body as he brought you to his lap, purposely placing you down to have you straddle his meaty thigh.

Up and down, your chest fell in unsteady shivers, your cheeks hot, hips unconsciously grinding down into his thigh as you start to hunch over in pleasure—

Smack!

Sukuna’s palm was quick to correct your posture, bringing down a firm smack to the curve of your hunched spine, and pressing down to straighten up your stance and push your breasts out more. The flesh of your back stung, tingling as if multiple needles lightly pricked the skin over and over.

“Schhh—Hey, watch it now,” you hissed, sucking down the spit in your mouth, your face scrunching into a wince. Rolling his crimson eyes, Sukuna pulled off your breast.

Pop! Sukuna licked his lips, breaking the saliva strand between him and your nipple—now wet and swollen—and now eyeing you.

“Don’t,” Sukuna warned in a low tone, his glare was heavy, as if your hunch was the most offensive thing you’ve done to him all night.

You swallowed hard, his heavy, sharp eyes erupting a chill to trace up and down your spine. He kept his red orbs locked onto yours before leaning back down and resuming to suck at your breasts, his hand grabbing your wrist to guide your palm to his crotch.

Taking in his not-so-subtle guidance, you start to slowly yet deeply palm his bulge, feeling the vibration of his groan around your nipple. A pleasured hum escapes your throat as you massaged Sukuna’s cock through his pants, the man alternating between each breast.

Sukuna’s grunts get deeper, heavier with each massage of your palm, his hips subconsciously rolling up into your hand, his jaw clenching, his teeth clamping down—

“Agh! Goddamn man, what’s up with you!” You move your chest away from his mouth, wincing at your nipped nipple, feeling the sting lingering.

“Kukuku.”

And the bastard’s just laughing at your discomfort. You could barely press him further about that before he picked you up off his lap, and quickly guided you to your knees—the dry, grainy, carpet slowly irritating your skin..

“Shut it, woman. You do as I say, you take what I do,” Sukuna mocked, looking down at you with a perverted smile. “You want money don’t you? Hmm?”

Shame. You felt shame as you met his gaze, your peripheral view noticing him undoing his pants—popping the button undoing, and pulling down the zipper oh-so slowly.

“Say. It.” He urged, his hands moving from his fly, fingers twitching as if he was going to grab you if you did not answer.

“…..”

“……”

Swallowing down what little pride you had left from over the months, your lips parted:

“I want the money…”

“I need it.”

You try to hide the desperation in your voice, rather him hear your shame than desperation.

But oh did Sukuna love the sound of both, especially the emotion you attempted to hide. Desperation gave him drive, pumping it through his blood like a fuel pump in a gas tank. It was energizing, exhilarating…So precious to his ears. He just had to hear it again.

“Hmmm? I didn’t hear you clearly.” Sukuna’s tone was indulgent, mocking. He took great pleasure in the sight of you being below him. “Repeat that for me.”

Shame.

That’s all you felt as you reluctantly repeated yourself, your eyes avoiding the camera lens and Sukuna’s gaze.

“I need the money, I really do need it.” You reiterated, now much clearer and louder, your eyes closing to avoid shedding tears. It’s embarrassing, it always has been. Admitting that you’re desperate for cash, admitting that you need the money just to stay afloat. It’s humiliating.

“Good, goood. Now open up.”

Sukuna reaches into his boxers, tugging out his half-hardened cock, and holding the base with an expectant look.

Geez, he’s big. You felt him through his pants, but you weren't expecting his dick to look like this. It was thick, circumcised, and longer compared to any client you’ve seen before. There were a few veins along the length of his shaft, and it’s definitely a shade darker than the rest of his skin-

Well, no time to marvel and take it in, you have to do what you do best…

Leaning forward, you give his tip a few experimental licks, tracing his pink glans with the tip of your tongue before wrapping your lips around him.

Guccckk!

You see how far you could slurp his cock, pushing your head down at least halfway down, maybe three-fourths. That was the most comfortable for you anyway, the furthest you’re willing to go, the rest could be stroked and lapped at later.

Slurp! Slurp! Sluuuuurp!

Sukuna groaned lowly at your eager mouth, his eyes looking down at you bobbing your head on his shaft before eyeing the camera lenses. He wanted every single second of this on tape.

“Good girl. Work for it.” He murmured breathily as he placed a heavy palm on top of your head.

Even with your sheer hate for dirty talk whenever you had to “work”, there was something about his tone that sounded a litttttlee scrumptious….Just a little.

That is if you ignore his quirky behavior.

You lean into him more, swirling your tongue around his girth, tasting the slight tinge of sweat as the fragrant smell of men’s soap fills your nostrils. He didn’t have a specific taste, skin never tasted like anything unless whoever you were blowing wasn’t the most in touch with hygiene.

Sukuna’s cock slowly starts to swell in your mouth, the once semi-flabby piece of meat, firming up and expanding in your mouth.

Alright. Time for a different game plan. You’re not going to look stupid and start gagging on this client’s cock.

Pulling off with a wet slurp, you grab his thick base, tilting his cock up to run your tongue up and down his shaft, tracing each vein like you were following the Yellow Brick Road.

“F..Fuck…You’re a good one, a fine plaything,” Sukuna huffed out, his tone breathy and his hand forcing your head further down. “You can take it deeper can’t you?”

“Ehhhhhh…I mean, I can try…” And by try, you barely try. You have a terrible gag reflex, like terrible. You’re surprised that you didn’t trigger it when you brushed your teeth earlier.

It’s funny though, a prostitute with a god awful gag reflex. That’s like an opera singer with laryngitis. You could laugh at the comparison, at your life, and how you got here. It’s oh so funny. So laughable.

Though Sukuna you were stalling, taking your sweet precious time. He’s a man who has goals and he surely doesn’t like it when a woman wastes his time.

While you tried to slowly push yourself further down his cock, past what was comfortable, his hips jerked forward and—

“Uurghph!”

You harshly gag as soon as his tip tickled the back of your throat, pulling back to rid your mouth of his cock and to immediately rub your aching stomach. The powerful dry-heave causes you to hunch over a bit, the discomfort in your belly lingering, boiling—like an unspoken threat. Your eyes are now glossy with reflexive tears.

“Oh, ‘m sorry, oh holy shit.” Your apologies fell on deaf ears, disappointment creeping onto Sukuna’s face as if he were a child whose favorite toy was no longer…fun.

Sukuna’s hand traveled back to his dampened cock, stroking it languidly as he grabbed your face, forcing you to look up at him.

“Tch.” His expression spoke louder than anything.

“What am I going to do with a woman like you?” Sukuna questioned, his words more rhetorical than anything. “Can’t even suck cock properly.”

Sukuna released your face, his hand effortlessly gliding up and down his shaft, those crimson eyes of his falling upon the camera lenses. He was obviously thinking about something.

You rested on your knees awkwardly, your eyes just wandering around—A few glances around the motel room, towards the camera, to the dick in your face, definitely not his face though.

‘How embarrassing, and it’s being recorded? Just stone me with that lamp right there,’ you thought to yourself, internally sinking into a void of—

“Open up.”

Just like that, his voice snaps you out of your self-wallowing, your eyes traveling up to him holding out his cock for you once again.

You open your mouth, Sukuna’s hand cupping the back of your head as he pushes his shaft back into your mouth.

All the way.

You gag, the harsh noise slightly muffled by his cock. Your throat convulses, stomach contracting with each harsh thrust into your mouth.

“Urnmmpht!”

Another harsh gag erupts from your throat, stray tears running down your cheeks and mucus building up in your nasal pathway, causing your nose to slowly start running.

Sukuna grunts, holding the back of your head with both hands, his balls slapping against your chin as his pace quickens—

Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!

‘Stop! Stop! Stop!’ You thought, you tried to say but words were nothing but gibberish—bubbly throat noises that barely got out the syllables. Your stomach hurts, your body is trying to expel your stomach contents, and reject Sukuna’s cock.

Those glassy eyes met his crimson ones, Sukuna’s face blank…But those eyes, they held glee, pure..sadistic…glee…

He tilts his head back and groans again, this time more heartily as your throat convulses against, lining his cock with a thicker spit, your saliva now mixed with your sticky mucus.

“Nggh…F..Fuck! Now this is what I’m looking for- Ha…Hhaaaa.” Sukuna’s voice was filled with a pleasured glee, his cock twitching in your mouth, tickling your tonsils. He huffs, his lower belly heating up, his heavy balls churning up a hot, sticky load.

But he wasn’t going to tell you that. He wants to see you choke on it, he wants you to struggle swallowing down as it goes down your esophagus slowly.

Though on your behind, you’re at your wits' end. He keeps ramming into your mouth, triggering your gag reflex over and over and over…

And with a harsh enough thrust-

“Urrpggfhh!”

Sukuna’s head cocked down as he felt a hot, runny liquid coat his cock, running down the length of his shaft and dripping onto the floor. The odorous and pungent smell of bile mixed in with stomach acid and digested lunch wafted filled your nose first, leaving a sour smell lingering in your nostrils.

Your throat burned, both from the sheer intensity of your retching and the heated contents of your stomach, nose leaking the bubbly snot and the runny, light yellowish mixture.

Reaching for his thighs, you start to dig your fingernails in the fabric of his pants, your head hurting as you feel lightheaded…Your throat spasms, your airways blocked as you choke on your own vomit. Black spots slowly cloud over your eyes…

Seeing the consciousness slowly fade from you, how lightheaded you were, how you were choking both on his cock and your own stomach contents.

It was so beautiful to Sukuna.

So arousing to him that the heat in his lower belly spread like wildfire. His balls churned up a hot load to add to the mixture of bodily fluids, causing him to spill out his cum deep into your throat.

Of course, it makes things worse for you.

“You take it better than I thought.” Sukuna half-heartedly praised you, after all you didn’t pass out from lack of oxygen yet. He slowly eases his cock out of your mouth, the sound of your wet, sticky throat contracting like music to his ears.

And as soon as he was out of your mouth, you hunched over, letting your mouth fall agape, hacking up the off-colored mixture onto the carpet floor.

Huff. Huff.

Small droplets escaped your nose, eyes now watering at the uncomfortable feeling lingering in your body—you felt sluggish, like shit to be frank.

In fact, you were barely conscious. Your head felt emptier than your wallet, perhaps spinning, your gaze unfocused, just peering down into the floor as you try to still yourself.

While you were mentally checked out, Sukuna stepped back to pull his pants and boxers completely off, kicking them to where his shirt was. His hand reached down to his soiled cock, dragging his palm along the length and slight curvature, feeling the sticky, mucus-like liquid clinging to his hand.

He hums, rubbing his sticky fingers together, staring down at them in thought. “Come on. Get up.” Sukuna wipes off his hand onto your hair, before grabbing your locks and yanking them—forcing you to stand on your wobbly legs, your movements sluggish and boneless. “Tch. Get your shit together, woman. You’re disappointing me.”

Sukuna berates you, his tone low with harshness embedded into each syllable. If he wanted a damn zombie to have fun with, he would’ve gotten someone strung on hard drugs, not you.

Your eyes follow up to his expression, seeing his handsome face, his crimson eyes shrouded with sadism, as if he’s slowly slipping away from the front he surrounded himself in.

“Please, just gimme a sec-“ you started to plead before a firm hand fell upon your cheek, causing your already wobbly head to jerk to the side. Sukuna releases you, letting you stumble back and fall onto the firm mattress.

Your cheek stung, the now tender flesh throbbing and tingling. You try to blink away the tears that have formed due to the impact, Sukuna chuckling at the sight, joining you in bed.

This has to be a form of dehumanization. This whole situation. From the moment you got that job as a clerk, the moment you couldn’t pay all your bills, going home with no heat or no electricity, the moment you started having sex with your landlord just so that sleazy bastard could give you a pass on rent….It all led to this. Your stupid, stupid, choices led to this.

Damn him, damn his money, damn his camera, your landlord, your manager, damn them all! And most importantly, damn yourself.

You shut your eyes, closing them tightly to avoid those tears from fully developing into crying. Sukuna notices, watching your expression, how your face was slightly flushed, how your throat was bobbing as you swallowed down your tears.

His fingers twitched, his eyes boring down upon you as if you had been misbehaving all day, and he was ready to punish you. He honestly didn’t know what to do. He was on a fine line of ending the session here or continuing to get his dick wet with you.

A decisive sigh erupts from his throat before he backhands you swiftly, his knuckles felt sharp and bony, certain to irritate your skin more and maybe leave a bruise.

You yelped, your hands flying to cover your face as a defense mechanism, your body curling up.

“Can’t handle bein’ tossed around a bit? I don’t know what to do with you.” Sukuna mocked as he grabbed your ankles, dragging you down closer to him and prying your legs apart—making sure they were nice and wide for him.

Sukuna’s cock was still soiled from the ill and pungent mixture of semen, vomit, and saliva. The man didn’t bother to clean it up, after all, you are the one who got his cock all messy and gross.

“I’ll give you grace for right now. Though I can’t say what I’ll do to you next time.” His words had an ominous undertone to them, as if he was warning your behavior, just itching for you to slip up from you.

Sukuna dips his head down between your thighs, his tongue starts to lick at your pussy, the wet muscle spreads open your labia to plunge into your warm walls. The flat of his tongue teased both your urethra and your opening, your opening just waiting for proper penetration.

Of course, your mood was a bit soured by the whole… vomiting thing, you should’ve known better than to accept that much money to allow the man to do whatever. That was a recipe for disaster yet you blindly walked into it since he waved a stack of cash in front of your eyes.

But you couldn’t stop the mewls from escaping your throat, or the tingles that traveled from between your thighs and spread throughout your entire nervous system, sparking a sweet sensation inside your body. His breath felt so warm against your cunt, his tongue wide enough to have the perfect amount of stretch inside of you without causing discomfort.

He was good…

Too good.

And you really did hate that his mouth could hit the right angles that no client of yours could hit!

‘Damn it! Why is he so…?! Damnit’ you thought to yourself, internally shaming yourself for allowing him to make you feel like this.

Sukuna knew how to tease your inside, where to put his tongue, and how to apply enough pressure to make you feel like your abdomen was going to pop. His hot, wet tongue plunged deep into your opening, swirling around your spongy, gummy walls, and licking up whatever you gave him.

“H-Ha~ Hhhuuuh~” You huffed softly, your breath hitching as he almost inaudibly slurped and tongue your wet hole, your sticky and musky juices slowly running down his lips and down your taint.

“Oh~!” Your hips jerk upwards, as you ground your pelvis into his mouth, you now crave more of Sukuna’s mouth…You couldn’t help it. This was the best feeling you had all night, you needed to chase that high because this is the few times that you could ever feel good nowadays.

“Oh fuck~ Please!” You cried out, not even paying attention to what you were doing. You just wanted to feel good.

Sukuna noticed your behavior. It was just like he said, you’re easy. Too fucking easy. Your body language and demeanor switched as you instead sought pleasure from his mouth.

He moves his tongue out of your now sopping cunt, his eyes peeled to each quiver and convulsion of your pussy before focusing on your clit. The tip of his tongue flicks at the underside of your swollen nub, as if he were testing the waters before he latched on.

“Oh my fucking goodness,” you murmured as your eyelids fluttered. Your hands reached to run through his short, pink strands as he moved his arms under you, wrapping them around your smooth thighs.

“Ohhh!” You hiccuped, tugging at your hair, causing him to deeply grunt as he sucked harder. He wanted to coax every single sound out of you, pain, pleasure, anger, every single emotion you had ever experienced. He wanted it all.

Every.

Single.

Drop.

Sukuna’s tongue swirled around your bud, his tongue nudging against it and making you feel hot all over. Your pants sound dry, your legs are trembling, and your cunt is dripping worse than a leaky faucet.

Abruptly, he pulled off your swollen bud, a strand of his spit stretching between the two of you, finally snapping and sticking to his chin. His nose, lips, and chin were soiled by your juices, causing the lower half of his face to be sheeny and reflect in the yellow lamp light. Sukuna’s chest rose and fell sharply, licking his lips and tasting your sweetly astringent juices.

You felt your entire pussy pulsating, quivering, and fluttering, as the built-up pressure was just lingering in your lower abdomen, waiting to burst.

“Good shit,” Sukuna breathily said. You honestly couldn’t know if that was praised or what…

“Uh…T..Thanks I guess..?”

Sukuna’s large hand quickly spanked your pussy, causing you to choke up an odd mix of a yelp and moan, your toes curling.

“Gonna have a realll fun time ya, I’m gonna take my sweet fucking time on ya.” Sukuna’s tone was low, almost sounding crazed with joyful anticipation as he grabbed you.

He sits up, turning to face the camera and making you as well—your back pressed against his firm and broad chest. He sucks on his fingers, before reaching down and sinking deep into your drenched cunt.

“I need this pussy to be real fucking wet for me.” Sukuna thrusts his thick fingers in you, listening to every lewd squelch that sweet cunt of yours produces. “Won’t ya get drenched for me?” He slips his fingers out and harshly smacks your pussy, making you jolt, and causing your folds to redden in irritation and throb.

“Oh!” You yelped, your legs instinctively moved to close at the strike, before he stopped you, keeping them pried open.

“Don’t hide that pussy from me. You’re supposed to do what I fucking tell you, remember?” Sukuna pushes his fingers back into you to coax out your impending orgasm.

“Remember?!” His hand shot to your hair, yanking your head back, and exposing the column of your throat. He was getting more and more aggressive, as if he could no longer help himself.

Your eyes widened before your entire face scrunched, the pain of your hair being pulled clashed with the pleasure that was boiling your lower half.

“I do! I do!” You replied, your voice cracking as Sukuna loosened his grip on your hair, now focusing back between your legs and thrusting his fingers in deeper.

“Then do as I say, woman, and cum.” He ordered, curling his fingers right against your G-spot, and causing your toes to curl.

Your pussy spasmed around his thick fingers, sucking them in deeper, your stomach fluttered and clenched, urging that impending orgasm. Sukuna’s other hand moved from your hair, now lightly gripping your neck, his head leaning down to bury itself in your neck. He made sure to start scissoring his fingers, caressing your gummy walls, and rubbing against your pleasure points.

Hot.

Hot.

Hottttt.

Your stomach felt like it was boiling, with warm flutters and tingles working from your inner thighs and traveling along your nervous system.

‘Fuck’

‘Fuckkkk’

You felt like your head was becoming empty, fogging with pleasure, your eyes closing. Tossing your head back, your lips parted in a silent, choked moan, the noise sounding more like an exhale than anything. You felt that pressure in your belly explode, rushing to escape the hole between your thighs like water out of an exploded dam.

Your chest heaved, stomach sucking in as he swirled his fingers inside you, before he slowly pulled them out with an almost inaudible slurp. The sticky strands of your release clung onto his fingers, still connected to your fluttering hole, dripping down his arm and back between your thighs.

Despite being a street walker, many clients don’t actually have the motive of making you orgasm, too focused on their pleasure rather than yours.

This was an unexpected change of story.

The brain fog you were dealing with was almost intense, you didn’t know your next move or words, you just lay there, breathing shakily. Sukuna on the other hand was having a good time, moving his fingers closer to his nose to smell your feminine musk, smearing it across his nose and lips as if you were an exotic fragrance.

His fingers quickly went into his mouth afterwards, sucking off the remaining slick, and humming at the taste.

Perfect.

To him, there was nothing wrong with a sweet treat before dinner.

“You taste fucking heavenly….Like you were made to be devoured by me,” he purred in your ear, gripping at your throat, feeling your pulse against his palm.

“Like a fucking dessert.” His nails slightly scraped at your throat, his tone barely able to hide his growing hunger. It was like he wanted to tear inside you, to consume everything you could offer to him. “Come on, get on all fours.” He orders, pushing you out of his lap and making you snap back into reality. Your eyes open, traveling to Sukuna while he stroked his soiled cock to prepare for penetration, before following back to the camera as you settled to your hands and knees.

Sukuna’s now clammy hands trace your back, his thumbs pressing into your shoulder blades, traveling down to your plump bottom and spreading your cheeks wide open. He eyes both of your holes, seeing your puckered asshole winking, your cunt dripping with your slick, sweet nectar. Spit swishes in his mouth before he spat a fat, thick glob onto your asshole, watching his spit run down your taint and to your pussy.

He grabs his cock again, giving it a few tester strokes before pressing his bulbous tip against your folds, slowly working every inch of himself into you. Inch. By. Inch.

“Hooolly shit~” You breathily whimpered as you felt your hole being stuffed with the sheer girth of his dick, your slick mixing with the almost dry residue of spit and vomit on his cock. His hands grip your hips, bringing them all the way to have your ass meet his pelvis, completely bottoming out. Sukuna groans lowly, his eyes closing, his hands massaging your hips and ass as he slowly bucks his hips.

Slurck!

Slurck!

Slurck!

Your cunt squelches around him, burbling out your slick juices with each thrust, making a sticky mess between the two of you. His strong hips connect to your ass, pressing deeply against the round globes, and pulling back just enough to have you leak and drip your slick onto his heavy balls and bedspread. Sukuna grunts, his eyes open as he focuses his attention on both you and the camera, remembering that he needs to make a show out of you.

You had to admit, he is the biggest dick you have ever taken, even before you switched to this sort of lifestyle. He just fits too well inside you, his cock reached so far into you, you’d thought he was in your stomach. Or being anatomically correct, your cervix.

‘Is this how porn feels?’ You thought as you rocked back and forth with each solid thrust, feeling his sack slapping against your clit. You’ve never ever ever felt this good. It was almost overbearing—overstimulating even.

“A-Ah~ O-OH-!” You squealed at his sharp thrust, your hands clutching at the sheets as your eyes practically went googly. “O-Ohoo~!”

Those squeals and desperate moans of yours were like music to his ears, a masterful symphony that only a well-pleasured woman could make. His cock twitched, pulsating against the gummy, warm embrace you had between your thighs. He wanted more of those noises.

Sukuna presses more of his body weight against you, practically pinning you down to the bed completely to deliver harsher and deeper thrusts.

“Fuck…You’re warm…” Sukuna grunts as he slams his hips downwards, his cock bullying your cunt, his precum leaking inside you, making a creamy mixture inside you. Wet slurps erupted from your folds with each retraction, his shaft and pubic hairs getting coated and smearing with the white goop.

Plap!

Plap!

Plap!

The sound of him colliding against your backside slowly sounds wetter and wetter, your moans soft, breathy, and admittedly a tad bit nasally. Your mouth slowly goes slack, drool leaking out and down onto the cheap pillowcase under your cheek, your belly feeling that same heat from earlier.

Though this time was arguably worse, too intense, and churning much more rapidly. Your body was practically begging you to cum, needing the satisfaction and relief of another release.

Watching your expression, Sukuna grins widely, smacking your ass firmly and thrusting quicker, causing you to moan loudly.

“Ohhhhhh my goddddddd!” Your eyes flutter, your cunt quivering around him as he leans his head down and speaks in a hushed tone.

“Already gonna cum again?” Sukuna mocks, reaching to yank your head back by your hair, angling his hips to target that sweet spot. Your head started to spin as he kept pounding against that spot, over and over and over—

“Oh fuck!” You cried out, your hips lifting and your hands gripping the sheets as you came again, spritzing your slick and coating his cock in another layer of mess.

“Ha. Haaaa…” You tried to steady your breathing, your legs trembling as Sukuna slips his cock out of you, panting. He leans down, lips parting to allow his tongue to run up and down your back, tracing the outline of your spine through your skin. He could taste the light coating of sweat on your flesh, feeling the heat of your flushed skin radiating onto his tongue.

Your eyes slowly close with each flick of his tongue, each kiss and nibble placed on your skin, a soft, shaky sigh escaping your lips. A sort of delayed post-nut clarity flooded in your mind. Thoughts you wish to suppress whenever you stay with clients for too long. Internal arguments you can’t seem to cease.

‘Is this what you’ve come to?’

‘You let men walk all over you, you let them look down on you, you let them use you as they deem fit.’

‘The money you’re getting from him won’t buy your damn dignity back.’

The thoughts would have continued if Sukuna hadn’t rolled you onto your back, the man keeping your legs spread, and getting comfortable in between them.

A hiccup escapes your lips as Sukuna pushes his cock back inside your sloppy cunt, the man bottoming out with ease. His balls nestled against your taint perfectly, his hips rocking into you deeply, his lips tracing your collarbone, leaving small kisses on your flesh.

“Look at me.” He still spoke with that hushed, hungry tone, his hand grabbing your face, and making sure your head was positioned towards him. Your throat slightly bobbed as you swallowed hard, your eyelids parting to reveal those slightly glossy orbs of yours.

Both of your gazes meet, you would’ve felt flattered if circumstances were different. But it was like he was trying to read your emotions through your expressions and reactions.

Abruptly, Sukuna leans down and captures your lips, well more so smushing his lips against yours. It was like he was losing his coordination, his tongue forcing itself into your mouth and slithering around, licking at every crevice and corner of your mouth. He could still taste the lingering tang of your vomit, the slight bitterness of his precum, and the well-faded taste of artificial mint. You on the other hIt truly was not a passionate experience on both ends. With all honesty, you were practically getting the oxygen sucked out of you.

He eventually pulled back, keeping your mouth pried open with a firm grip, and allowed his spit to dribble down past your lips and down your throat.

Sukuna’s hand leaves your mouth, now placing itself on your throat, his crimson eyes boring into your soul before he stares at your mouth.“Swallow it,” he orders, his thumb pressing down on your throat, gliding up and down deeply as if he were performing a laryngeal massage.

That wouldn’t have been the worst thing you’ve swallowed in your lifetime.

Sukuna could feel the movement of your throating bobbing, pushing his saliva down your esophagus, humming in delight, before he moves his hand away and buries his head in your neck.

“H..Ha….” You softly exhale, rocking with each thrust of his hips, feeling his cock working deeper and deeper as if he wanted to cum himself. Your hand slowly reaches up to cup the back of his head as you feel Sukuna start to lick at your throat and clavicle, his tongue lingering at your pulse point.

Sukuna’s breath was hot on your skin, now switching from licking to hot, open-mouthed kisses. Each sloppy kiss travelled lower and lower down your neck, before he settled right between your clavicle and the side of your throat. He sucks at the tender flesh there, causing you to exhale slowly and close your eyes. You could feel his teeth lightly scraping your skin, but you paid it no mind.

He starts to slowly plant love bites in the area, though it feels more like love chews than bites, his teeth gently clamping down and grinding against your skin.

Sukuna’s thrust became slower, his mouth tugging on your skin uncomfortably, his teeth clamping down harder, causing your face to scrunch up in discomfort. He wasn’t stopping, just biting down harder, surely going to break skin.

Your hands move to his chest, attempting to get his attention and push him off of you. “Hey- Hey! What the hell are you doing-“ You started to say before Sukuna fully sinks his teeth into your skin, attempting to tear off your flesh and the muscle underneath.

A pained scream erupted from your mouth, panic overtaking you and your thoughts as you felt your shoulder throbbing, you had to get away from him. Now. You could feel the pain becoming hot, adrenaline starting to rush through your body, clouding your brain with a fight-or-flight mindset.

Before Sukuna could finish his bite and tear a piece of your neck off, you reach for his head, attempting to push him away and wriggle your body from under him.

“Get off me!” You screamed out, your eyes wide, wandering as you tried to find something- anything to use against him. Your eyes fall upon the nearby bedside lamp, your hand shoots out to grab it by its side, ripping the cord out of the wall and slamming the body against his head. The glass body shatters over Sukuna’s head, causing him to curse out and stumble off of you, and giving you room to get off the bed.

You look down at the bite, some of the skin bloody and sticking up since his teeth ripped away without properly unlatching from you. “Fuckkkk,” you breathily murmured to yourself, lightly touching the bite wound and wincing.

“Fuck! You stupid bitch!” Sukuna grabs the side of his head, hunching over as he feels a throbbing pain and headache forming. You divert your attention from your wound and take this as a chance to grab most of your belongings from the nearby chair, at least your purse, shirt, and skirt. To hell with everything else.

You weren’t staying, that’s for damn sure.

Despite your attack on him, he seemed to recover quickly, as if this wasn’t his first rodeo. Probably wasn’t if he seemed to be comfortable enough to treat you like this. As soon as you started to go for the door and started to unlock it, Sukuna hastily got up from the bed, almost tripping over his feet due to his dazed nature.

“I always get the bitches who wants to fight back-!” Sukuna hurries to grab you before you open the door fully, causing you to drop your items, and scream. He slams it shut before anyone could hear, locking it tightly, before he walks back over to the bed.

“LET GO OF ME! SOMEONE HELP ME!” You flail around, biting down on his forearm in another attempt for him to release you, only for him to slam you back down onto the glass-coated bed, and straddle your body. You didn’t even have the chance to scream again before his fist collided with your face, over and over and over, the man beating you senseless.

The camera recorded him straddling you, picking up how his fist got bloodier and bloodier with each strike, how your legs twitched, shifted, and how you slowly became limp with each punch.

“It’s women like you who ruin the fun, can’t ever follow through with what I fucking want, can’t ever just be fucking compliant,” Sukuna berates you as if you weren’t barely conscious, only pausing to lick his fist clean and to stare down at your face.

Your eyes barely moved, your once tense face relaxing as you felt your consciousness fading from you, your vision blurring, tunneling to look at the ceiling before your eyes slowly fell upon Sukuna and his movements. He seemed to just stare down at you, both of your eyes locking one another before he cranes his head down.

Sukuna runs his tongue up and down the collar of your throat, turning his head ever so slightly before he whispers, “Shhhh, it’ll all be over, just close your eyes, and relax…”

You could barely move as he clamps down on your throat, slowly biting into the skin and what was underneath, trying to savor the kill. There wasn’t much meat to work with, especially since your bones and cartilages were in the way, but he would find a way to enjoy the taste of you.

Once he punctures your flesh, he tears away, ripping open into your skin, and tearing through the muscle and some veins. Your eyes immediately start to roll back, your blood starting to pour out onto the bed, dripping onto the bedsheets. Sukuna quickly latches back on, wanting to avoid messes like this, as he sucks the blood down as if it were water.

Gulp.

Gulp.

Sukuna hums at the metallic taste, your blood having its own unique aftertaste, before pulling back and licking the crimson liquid off his lips. He stares down at you, seeing the life drain from your eyes, the slight twitches in your fingers and body.

You couldn’t scream.

Only lie there helplessly as you slowly fade away in the arms of the one who murdered you.

You barely had a chance to think about your life, no thoughts about what you could’ve done or what could’ve been, no life that flashed before your eyes.

There was no comfort for you.

Sukuna looks over his shoulder, staring at the camera before looking at your body and then his still rock-hard cock…

“Tch, you’ve been nothing but trouble for me, woman. I guess I’ll finish using you before I clean up and go. You’re still warm.”

Sukuna lies on top of your body, pushing his cock back into your hole and groans, before rocking his hips back and forth.

“Maybe I’ll use you for a few more days…But who knows…I am getting quite hungry.”

[yellowlikelemons]

I don't think I'm pretty enough to be a camboy but i'd make quite the snuff film star