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⟡ ˖ ࣪. tags ; 18+, service technician!sukuna, dubcon, coercion, slight extortion, infidelity, degradation, reader isn’t familiar with inspection laws or cars
“hey… i know it’s late and you’re closing in like five minutes, but can you please help me with getting an inspection really quick?”
sukuna, who was ready to finally clock out— all bone-tired and exhausted after performing the same routine maintenance and mechanical repairs on cars— felt pure, raw rage after hearing the last thing he ever wanted to hear at this time.
cursing at himself for not closing the garage doors earlier, he had the words “we’re closed” already halfway up his throat. but it wasn’t until he turned around and saw who exactly was standing by his shop’s garage door.
this has to be a fucking joke, right?
sukuna’s chest cinches tight from the way you were standing in his field of view, your body stiffening as if you knew your request was going to be inconvenient for him but you went for it anyways.
oh, he was pissed.
it didn’t fucking help at all seeing you all dolled up in skimpy clothing, too. your makeup slightly smudged, your Cartier jewelry glimmering on your neck, the hem of your skirt barely surviving mid-thigh. you were like a lost little slut wandering into his autoshop in a sketchy, rural area far from the city. but he couldn’t deny the absolute thrill of seeing you walk into his shop and not into the commercialized autoshops in town with some other burnt-out mechanic that wouldn’t know what to do with a pretty girl in a mini skirt. but what were you really doing all the way out here at night?
“i’m so sorry,” you lamented. “i just came from a friend’s party borrowing my boyfriend’s car. he’s out of town and his registration’s been expired for months. i saw your shop on the way and… i didn’t want him to worry about it when he gets back. inspections shouldn’t take more than 5 minutes, right?”
sukuna scoffed when he saw the car idling behind you— a modded midnight black 1990 Honda NSX. “expired for months?” he sneered, your body seizing like a deer in headlights when he walks past you towards the car to inspect it himself. “your boyfriend’s been driving around illegally for months, then. and you could’ve got pulled over, too.”
your eyebrows raise in shock. “wait, is it actually illegal? i thought there was like a grace period or something,” you say, slightly concerned. “honestly i don’t even know how this stuff works. my boyfriend satoru usually handles it.”
satoru?
once he heard the name and checked out the car for himself, he knew it all looked too familiar. the same car gojo satoru would obsess over when they used to know each other years ago, treating it like his most prized possession. the irony of his pretty girlfriend, who doesn’t know anything about their history (or how an emissions test works) being the one bringing it into his shop somehow turned his raw frustration into arousal.
“you know, inspections take longer than five minutes, princess,” he smirked. “i can do it for you, but since we’re already closed and you’re taking my time up, you’re gonna help me out to speed up the process. got it?”
even though you had no idea how you were going to “help out,” you meekly complied. sukuna sat in the driver’s seat and parked the car inside the garage and pressed the button for the engine, flinching when the hood suddenly popped open with a metallic clunk. you stepped closer to the car while sukuna propped the hood open.
“c’mere. you see that black part right there? that’s the valve cover.”
you nodded at whatever he was saying, pretending to understand what he was talking about.
“now look a little lower,” he says, inching his body closer to you from behind. “you see that big silver part?”
“uh… yes…?”
sukuna was trying to hold back his laugh. he already knew the NSX was in near-perfect condition. he also knew that opening the hood wasn’t even part of the process during emissions tests. but sukuna wasn’t about to pass up the opportunity suddenly handed to him on a silver platter; a pretty girl that gojo satoru left unattended that has absolutely no clue that he was completely bullshitting you.
because all he wanted to do— from the very moment you walked in here dressed like that— was see you bending over the hood of your boyfriend’s car, your perfect ass just barely hidden beneath the hem of your slutty skirt, and taking you on right there. your hands were on top of the actual engine bay itself, pretending to understand him like you’re genuinely learning something about car parts.
“okay. everything looks fine, right?” sukuna says sardonically, putting the hood rod back in place to close it. “now can you do me a favor and put your hands on the hood?”
you blinked. “what?“
“you’re gonna make me repeat myself? i said hands on the hood, princess.”
there was something weirdly thrilling about the way sukuna kept bossing you around. you should’ve questioned him once more, standing there awkwardly with your palms pressed to the warm hood of the NSX and your back arched like a cat in front of him. because there was absolutely nothing about this “inspection” that felt normal.
him looking at you like he was undressing you with his eyes wasn’t normal.
his hand running up your thighs wasn’t normal.
abruptly flipping your skirt over your waist and pulling your panties to the side wasn’t normal at all.
“hey! what are you—“
“you said you wanted an inspection, right?” sukuna growls, slowly spreading your pussy open with his fingers. “yeah, i’ll fuckin’ give you one. i’ll give you a free one with no charge. starting with this pretty pussy right here.”
you tried to break free, but sukuna pins your head down on the hood of the car to keep you in place. your legs tremble and your hips start to squirm when he rubs circles on your pussy, whimpering and whining and pleading for him to stop until the sensation of him toying with your clit annihilates you.
“you walk into my shop all dolled up looking like a slut, bringing your dumb boyfriend’s car all the way out here for a stupid inspection. he should be thanking me for not letting some loser at other autoshops scam a pretty girl who doesn’t know shit about cars.”
his fingers were just easing in and out of your entrance, teasing you to the point your body was growing hotter; the lust and humiliation mixing together that you were suddenly wet for him. he was a much stronger, much larger man that you couldn’t break free from. pleasure jolts through you so suddenly as if you were finally succumbing to it, and with sukuna seeing you buck your hips against his fingers, desperate for more friction, desperate for him to take you— he’s never been this fucking greedy in his life.
with a grin stretched across his face, he lowers himself down behind you to get a perfect view of your wet, hot pussy and ass while bent over the car. he takes your cheeks and slowly spreads them wider, taking a good look into your holes, inspecting those sensitive tissues that should never see the light of day. you looked at him from behind, arching your back much further. he can see the muscles of your cunt flexing around nothing, ready to be stretched out and used.
“yeah. this pussy looks pretty good to me. did you spread your legs like this for other guys at that stupid party you went to?”
“of course not! they were mostly interested in gojo’s car...”
sukuna gives a harsh slap on your ass that made you yelp. “i’ll let it slide this time, but i don’t want you ever saying his name again when you’re bent over for me.”
oh, he was so mean. mean and greedy and selfish enough to plunge his tongue inside you. so filthy, so pornographic; the way he shamelessly ate you out, ravaging in your pussy from behind, unable to form a single coherent thought out of your head other than faster, harder, please.
“does being a cheating whore really excite you?” he taunted, his cock growing harder and harder from the lewd noises you made echoing off the walls of the shop. “boyfriend’s been gone for too long and nobody’s home to take care of this you? poor thing. you don’t even know my name, yet. what do you have to say for yourself?”
you knew deep down how fucked up this all was. you could’ve just went straight home. you could’ve let satoru handle this himself. you could’ve walked away and drove off. but you were so touch starved that you couldn’t make any rational decisions for yourself anymore that it was almost pathetic.
“i… i want your cock inside me, sir,” you begged. “i want you to use me like your fuck toy.”
having someone more dominant, stronger, and bigger than you, controlling you as if you were his free-use stress relief for the night, has never felt this arousing to you. consumed by a twisted desire to spread your legs for another man behind your boyfriend’s back, you knew this was all toxic, but yet…
why does the thought of being a free use slut for a stranger make you wet?
why is the feeling of another man’s cock brushing against your pussy better than anything else right now?
why did you let a stranger push his cock inside you, claiming you and completely overpowering you?
every harsh, rough thrust of his hips smacking into your ass and fucking your drooling cunt had your brain becoming mush. as if you were swallowing him whole, sukuna knew this was how his night was gonna end up for him when you walked into his shop. fucking you like how a hound takes a bitch, he had a punishing rhythm when he kept ramming into you so deep with his animalistic thrusts.
sukuna couldn’t get enough of this that he was absolutely delirious. roughly grabbing your neck and kissing you furiously while from behind, never letting go of you— you were reduced to this hazy, pathetic mess but he can see so clearly that you were taking it so well for him. your pretty eyes growing vacant, he loved the way you sucked on his fingers with drool sticking to your chin. your mascara tears and your ruined makeup. this was exactly how a cheating whore should be treated.
“he doesn’t have to know,” he says. his voice filling your ears was like a torturous caress, so dark and dangerous. “he doesn’t have to fucking know that you were spreading your legs for a stranger on top of his car. i’ll just fuck you however i want tonight and then give you back to him like nothing happened. how’s that sound for you, princess?”
your hips undulated, demanding more, craving the fullness of him. you’ve never been this fucking filthy before, letting a stranger have his own way with you until he’s completely spent. you groaned and whined feverishly as the tension building within your core begged for release, with sukuna feeling every tight clench and erratic throb on his cock.
“fuck. all dripping wet and messy for a guy you just met. i’ll give you your fucking orgasm, princess,” he growled. “but if you scream my name, sukuna, while coming on my cock, i’ll make sure i fuck all those silly little thoughts of your boyfriend out your head…”
seeing your jaw slacking and your eyes shutting slowly in bliss. your words trailing and your thoughts fading. “mngh. fuck, sukuna. i’m gonna come—!” the pleasure coils tighter and tighter through you, being tipped over the edge, coming harder than you ever have before. your glossy eyes started welling with tears and your face was all ravished and wanton beyond comprehension.
but when his name finally registers through your head, like a sense of familiarity washing over you, that’s when it suddenly hits you so hard.
sukuna ryomen.
the same man that satoru loathes and would talk so much shit about.
the same man he still owes money to after all these years.
satoru being a deadbeat had no desire to pay him back at all, despite making enough money to pay off that debt. but if sukuna wasn’t gonna get his money back anyhow, he was looking at the perfect opportunity spreading open just for him…
𖤐 SYNOPSIS. the dark web was a place every sane person stayed away from. too many horror stories and dark content that barely a few dared to venture in. but you’d rather not be anywhere else than in the hands of two masked strangers…
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The last time you ever saw broad daylight was ripped apart before your eyes.
It was just a relaxing morning stroll. You were always, always aware of your surroundings, especially during the night. But you shouldn’t have underestimated what happens in the day. Things became unsettling when you noticed a white van lurking in your peripheral vision, feeling your skin crawl and your body tense up with paranoia when the doors opened.
At first, you thought you were overthinking about it. Stop being so fucking paranoid, you scolded to yourself. Maybe they’re just contractors or something. Nothing sketchy at all.
You just kept walking that day continuing to embrace the warmth of the sun, sometimes looking over your shoulders just to be sure. But that unsettling, turmoil gut-feeling just couldn’t go away. As if you really were being followed. As if that van parked all the way out here for you.
“Quickly.”
It wasn’t until in just half a heartbeat, a brawny, masked man clung his arm around you, rendering you motionless as he presses a cloth over your nose and your mouth. With all your strength you tried to fight back and escape his grasp but your struggle was to no avail. Your screams were muffled and your vision grew hazy, causing your eyes to flutter as your numb body was pulled backwards, backwards, and backwards... And that was when your world was swallowed away by darkness.
“Shh, shh… We got you now. We’ll be taking care of you now...”
“…Told you she’d be easy, Ghost. We’ll have her all to ourselves…”
On that sinister day, you were the one with the shiny price tag. A beautiful woman walking all alone near a remote area, suddenly kidnapped by two masked men in a white van who had special, ominous plans for you. You could hear their conversations reverberating in your head, trying to register what the hell even happened. With your body temporarily limp and weakened, you could still feel the sensation of their caresses all over you.
Usually kidnappers would be so aggressive handling their female victims. At least, in the movies you’ve seen. The men would rush and scamper out of impatience and impulse as they tie their victims up, desperate to get down to business like it was their last meal on Earth. And even though your brain was foggy, you could register that you were being downed by a drug and abducted. Yet, it all felt… oddly tantalizing.
There was no rush. No sign of impulse nor rough treatment from these mysterious masked men. Instead of this predator-prey dynamic, instead of fear and terror seizing every fiber of your being, the men handled your motionless body like having a cupped hand of water, that not a drop would enter gravity's pull. In the back of a van, you laid on a blanket as gloved hands roamed about your skin, your waist, your face, your thighs… The men cut off your clothes with scissors, ever so gently trying not to hurt you. With your hazy eyes drifting side to side, you caught glimpse of one of them holding rope and the other holding your arms above your head.
“Look at her. So fucking cute when she’s all spaced out like that…”
“She’s so obedient for us already. You’re gonna be a perfect little pornstar for us, aren’t ya’?”
…Pornstar?
Before you knew it, your heavy eyes started to sulk. You were slowing down while the world around blurred, completely losing your coherence as the masked men moved you around like a lifeless doll. You couldn’t stop sighing, babbling nonsense, and whimpering when their large hands just couldn’t keep off of you, hanging your wrists on some metal hook attached to the van’s ceiling so they could caress your body. Your numb legs were then spread open, revealing the soaked fabric of your panties that you heard one of them coo in your ears. You whined when one of them slid their hand down to toy with your slit, aching and so swollen, out of your own fear and arousal. It was futile to even try and close your legs from this violation, yet the heat pooling in between was saying otherwise…
“Fuck, she’s already so wet just by being tied up. Makes me wanna take her here right now.”
“…We have to go now, König. Just keep playing with her clit until she falls asleep…”
The anticipation from such a forbidden desire worsened the ache in your cunt. At this fleeting moment you didn’t know what exactly you wanted anymore; how to choose what was good or what was bad for you. Your foggy brain couldn’t even articulate anything except this writhing sensation, this urge to submit yourself and melt onto the man’s chest just to let him use you. Encircling his fingers on your throbbing clit that you were bashfully moaning and whining, knowing that they were getting off to a pathetic, brainless, helpless woman who’s good for nothing but a fuck…
It was too bad that before you could even build up your orgasm, you were already passed out…
“… And we’re live. Wake her up.”
You had no idea how long you’ve been out. At least your coherence was starting to gauge, but your body was still weakened and frail from the drug. You struggled to open your debilitated eyes, vision hazy and blurry as if you hit your head. And when you tried to move, your wrists were still bound above your head.
Your breathing grew rapid, eyes darting every corner as you were scanning the new environment. Tied in a darkened room with red lighting, followed by a camera on a tripod right in front of you. Your mind immediately thought of this setup as a sex dungeon, hence the chains on the walls and a bed neatly made behind you. Recalling what had happened earlier, you tried to look for the men in masks, creating noises by dangling the metal hook above you and whimpering to let them know you’re awake. But as far as you could tell, you couldn’t make out any other presence lingering in the room…
Your heart was a pounding loud drum in your chest. Panic scorches in your brain, but your touch-starved body betrays your inhibitions… You were completely naked, exposing yourself in front of the camera. In your mouth, a red ball gag pooling with drool that dripped down to your stomach and on the floor. Your legs were free from the rope, however, you were on your tippie toes— the rope holding your wrists were too high that it was a struggle to relax them or you’d injure yourself. Dangling on rope, gagging and drooling on a ball, naked in front of a camera that you assumed to be recording already… how much more lewd could this be?
A gloved hand emerging from the shadows makes you flinch as it caresses you from behind. Your skin tingled when you felt the man’s body heat transmit onto your back, hearing him breathe deeply. You were able to study him up close— an alluring, mysterious man wearing a balaclava with a skull design, recalling him being called “Ghost.” Another pair of gloved hands greet you by massaging your breasts, your body immediately succumbing to this white-hot wave of sensation, desperate to be handled like this that more heat pooled between your legs. You turn your head and meet his gaze; piercing, forest green eyes and a draped mask, the other man with the German accent known as “König.”
“You’re not gonna struggle and try to resist us, are you?” Ghost teased, his voice so intoxicating than any alcohol you’ve ever consumed. He had this husky, sultry British accent; something you’ve never expected coming from a stranger like him. It only turned you on more.
You shake your head at him meekly, replying with a faint moan when he suddenly grips your ass. Ghost immediately catches the doe-eyes you gave him, the right kind of heat and lust pooling in your eyes. This was all so, so wrong… to be abducted and chained in the dark, to be turned on by strangers in tactical gear who drugged you and had sinister plans for you… But yet, you couldn’t fight this brain-fazing sensation from the anticipation quivering inside, wondering what was going to happen to you as you were in the hands of these men. And your aching cunt couldn’t stop furtively pounding and throbbing, having to hold back a whimper from how needy and slutty you really were...
“Good girl,” Ghost praised as he held your face with one hand. “Tonight, everything we do to you is gonna be livestreamed. You’re not here just to please us— you’ll have to please our audience, too. You like being shown off, pretty girl?”
“Mhm.” You nodded like you were already made for this, allowing what your body was secretly ravenous for. A little enthusiasm, but also bashfulness— the epitome of submission. Perhaps deep down, you adored being showed off; basking in the limelight of being a free use in front of thousands of strangers…
König’s hand slithers down your back and onto your ass, yelping when he spanked it so abruptly that it left a throbbing sting. Your back involuntarily arched and when his fingers just fit right in between your thighs, chafing your swollen, wet cunt that it was hard holding back your pathetic whines and moans.
“Getting off to this already?” he coaxed, now increasing the speed of his fingers teasing your folds that you threw your head back on his shoulder. Immediately writhing on his fingers playing with your swollen clit, unable to respond properly when Ghost wrapped his hand around your throat.
“They wanna hear you scream,” Ghost muttered into your ears, slightly smirking under his mask. “You can’t be enjoying all this without a little bit of pain.”
As much as you wanted to resist, you couldn’t. The panic and anticipation spiraled into shameless arousal. Without warning, König eased two of his fingers knuckles deep inside your wet cunt so easily, thrusting insanely fast that your eyes fell half-lidded, convulsing around his fingers hitting that spot that made you squirm. Shamelessly spreading your legs as Ghost kept playing with your tits, squeezing both of your nipples so tight that your loud squeal reverberated off the walls of the room.
That mix of pleasure and pain; you’d be lying to yourself if you truly enjoyed it… It was torturous, it was too brutal to endure, but your skin was flashing hotter than ever, your clit throbbing erratically with a heartbeat of its own. König felt his cock stirring in his suit, getting off to your helpless state that he thrusted his fingers so hard, curling them to abuse your g-spot. Denying your own orgasm was painfully inevitable. The two men could see it pooling in your eyes like it was unobtainable, watching your body constantly squirming under their touches.
“You think she deserves to come?” taunted Ghost.
“We’ll make her come as many times as she can. Even if she can’t handle it.” You could feel König’s other hand slithering down to your inner thigh as if he was about to grab it, leaning in to whisper in your ear, “And we’re not gonna fucking stop no matter how many times you beg. You’re our little fucktoy now and you’re gonna be treated just like one.”
Lust speared through you from their words. The men were unpredictable in their own sinister ways; it caught you off guard from the way König abruptly lifted your left leg and held it in the air as Ghost takes a vibrator onto your clit. Fingers still fucking into your cunt and your sensitive clit getting overstimulated had you yanking the rope, your body writhing and squirming that they tell you to “shut the fuck up and take it,” and forced you in place. Electric sensations skyrocket through you before you could even register it all, your glossy eyes welling with tears and your face all ravished and wanton beyond comprehension.
Never have you been so turned on you couldn’t see straight. It was a fleeting second after you realize your orgasm had already washed over you, your hips stuttering like a riptide from this delirious torment. Knowing that there were thousands of strangers getting off to this, getting off to a helpless slut tied up and tortured by masked men that can’t do anything except enjoy it, you basked in it. Forced multiple orgasms, stinging pain, lewd noises, and loud screams… this was all related to the dark web you’ve been hearing recently.
After collecting yourself, a wave of clarity hit you so suddenly that things were starting to make sense. There were recent kidnappings of women who were found later on a livestream website called Deathgasm.com, where numerous videos of gangbangs with these women and masked men in tactical gear are recorded live. They take place in either the back of a van or in a dark room, which viewers assume as a sex dungeon.
You couldn’t hold back anymore. As sick and twisted this was, your body couldn’t help but succumb to this indescribable feeling of pleasure and torture. There were even times out of curiosity you’d search the site and realize how attractive the men in masks and tactical gear are. Toying and playing with a tied up woman who also secretly succumb to this, their quivering fear and terror surrendering into arousal and tantalization. Having no choice but to orgasm over and over even though it’s too much, looking into the men’s faces with lingering dark anonymity and their brawny, large bodies looming over them just to fulfil their filthy, dark plans. And you would not trade this for anything in the world.
Perhaps you adored being showed off. Basking in the limelight of being used like a fucktoy and watched by strangers online that are fucked up in the head, like an exhibitionist. Or maybe you’ve been brainwashed to even think this way— maybe you just have little, fucked up fantasies of your own... It didn’t even matter anymore; your thoughts became mush when Ghost and König suspended you up in the air this time, your wrists and ankles bound behind you with your legs also tied apart. The gag was finally off but a blindfold had covered your eyes, not being able to tell who’s who and what the men plan to do to you now.
You were already a mess; strings of saliva and drool hanging off your chin that dripped onto König’s cock, slowly easing it in your widened mouth. It was Ghost’s turn to play with your pussy and ass, moaning and yelping when he spanked your cheeks so harshly. Nothing could compare to this amount of excitement pounding in your pussy, practically whining on Konig’s fat cock in your mouth as Ghost kept teasing you.
To describe the comments in the live chat as obscene is an understatement— the men were greedy, ravenous, filthy. Shamelessly admitting their own raunchy, fucked up scenarios with you tied up like that. Degrading you like a worthless whore, admiring your body and pussy that’s good for fucking, or sending money to get Ghost and König to fulfill their requests:
[ $20 ] both of you fuck her pussy and ass at the same time. stretch out that tight asshole
[ $25 ] carve the word “slut” on her thigh i want that bitch bloody and screaming in pain
[ $22 ] make her squirt i wanna see that pussy juice all over the camera lens
And though you couldn’t read the comments or see the camera, you just indulged into this and presented yourself as a horny, free-use slut that’s made for fucking. You can feel Ghost’s cockhead brushing the folds of your cunt, coating it with your juices. König thrusted his cock straight inside your throat that it was too much for you to handle, gagging and moaning pathetically as Ghost kept teasing you it felt like utter torture. But that blissful feeling blossoming in your stomach was saying otherwise…
You were so desperate for more friction; Ghost took sick pleasure in seeing you like this, writhing and bucking your hips for him to slide inside your cunt already. When he finally eased his cock so deep, you were given no warning as he pounded so hard and rough into you. The sensation of your cunt getting stretched out from his size, grabbing your hips and pulling you back and forth on his cock... You were a wrecked mess already; your face streaked with tears, your chin dripping with drool, and your skin all slick and sweaty. The thought of being reduced to a free use fuck-slut that thrives off from only cock and orgasms as you were suspended mid-air… you could no longer think for yourself anymore.
“Look at you. Getting all dumb and brainless over our cocks,” Ghost cooed, harshly spanking your ass. “You like being our little pornstar? Knowing that a bunch of strangers online jerk off to you being used like this?”
Your eyes roll into the back of your skull as the men kept pounding and thrusting, hearing König pant heavily and Ghost grunt when you kept squeezing ever so tightly around him. In just a minute, another orgasm. But that didn’t stop Ghost mercilessly pounding into you like an animal gone wild and König fucking your throat so relentlessly. Your screams and moans form into gags urging out, drips of precum and drool seeping on your chin that König smeared all over your glossy face. The more they sensed that you were taking pleasure from all this, the more brutal they were with you.
It felt like you were in the air for hours as the men switched around and took turns. Your cunt was becoming overly slick with the copious amounts of cum that was being pumped into it, some left on your ass and some dripping onto the floor. Even when they weren’t inside you, the continual pounding and the oozing cum throbbed in your walls. You still couldn’t see anything and you were still bound. It wasn’t until your eyes started feeling heavy again and your body fell numb; the men didn’t like that.
“We didn’t say you could fucking sleep,” König chided as he harshly grabbed your face and slipped off the blindfold.
“That drug is still hitting you, huh?” teased Ghost as he messing around with the ropes that held you in the air. “For that, we’ll make her do the work this time. Untie her and get her on top of me on the bed so she’ll ride me. Leave her arms tied only.”
You couldn’t protest, for your words started to slur and your mouth was only used for moaning pathetically. Once König brought you down from the air, he shoved you onto the bed, holding your legs in the air as Ghost laid underneath you. There was another camera facing the bed that you noticed, the light burning into your retinas as you stare into it. Although you were half awake, a weak smile stretches on your lips, wanting to the viewers know how prideful you were of this and how good Ghost and König make you feel.
When Ghost slowly settled inside your ass, you’ve felt a stirring sensation in your stomach. Never have you thought about losing your anal virginity so soon, but it had you throwing your head back and whining. He had the ball gag from before in his hands and wrapped it back around your opened mouth, telling you to keep staring into the camera and ride him like the dirty, messy slut that you are. With your feet on the bed and your legs spread, you slowly settle down on his cock, eyebrows furrowed and your body contorting from how intense it all felt.
You knew that you didn’t wanna go painfully slow; you wanted Ghost to feel good as well. To the point where he’d finally hold your hips in the air and fuck his cock into your ass and König can finally slide himself in your pussy, overstimulating you so greatly. It was hard to keep balance with your hands bound behind your back and your staggering strength. But you kept telling yourself that this was all that you wanted, grinding your hips and bouncing your ass up and down, emitting juddering grunts from Ghost.
“Keep your legs spread open for me,” König ordered. “Show to the camera how good you take two cocks inside of you.”
Before you knew it, you were sandwiched between the two masked men, filling your holes and stuffing you harshly. Sitting on Ghost’s cock as your legs were wide open, letting them both pound into you… You lost the feeling of stability in your entire body, your inhibition being taken over by the desperate sensation of cock. It broke your mind, but that was what you craved for. It was pure euphoria, rapturing you in a burning enticement that you were bound in. Nearly knocked out of air, your vision becomes hazy as Ghost and König fucks you through your third orgasm, past the point where you're crying two octaves higher than you're used to.
such a hot fucking slut taking both dicks
i wish i could fuck her cunt and put that dumb bitch in her place
how many times did she come already 😂
You enjoyed it. You enjoyed it all. The mind-wrecking, the overstimulation, the humiliation, the pain, the thought of being watched and masturbated to by perverts… It felt as if your life had been reformed. You were now a slutty whore that was good for nothing but a fuck. A depository for cum, just holes for fucking and a toy to torture. Your cunt was now battered and bruised, ass stinging and throbbing from being slapped multiple times, and both of your holes stretched and aching from how deep and rough they fucked you out. All those sensitive, velvet tissues that should never see the light of day, for they were property of Ghost and König only. Your poor cunt couldn’t stop flexing over nothing, yearning for that feeling of fullness again.
The next few hours after you were done being used, you were tied up in a strappado position with a vibrating dildo tied to your cunt. Left alone in the dark with the camera still on and recording, still blindfolded and gagged. Forced orgasms over and over, stranded like this throughout the rest of your days and nights until they felt like using you again. From what Ghost told you, the viewers seemed to favor you. They wanted to see more of you on Deathgasm, never to return to your old life and remain a free-use.
“Next time, I’ll make it hurt real good for you,” he forewarned before. “They can watch and cum as many times as they please, but you… You only cum for me now.”
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𖤐 SYNOPSIS. married and having the best sex with your husband was no matter to your next door neighbor toji, who’s obsessed with watching everything you do from his window. but one night, he devised a plan to make you as his forever.
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Who needs hardcore porn when your perverted neighbor could watch you and your husband fuck for free right next door?
Your first mistake was never closing the blinds to your bedroom. But for a sick and twisted man like Toji Fushiguro, he’s thankful every damn day that you never did. Admiring you from afar, a perfect distance where he’d sit by his window that perfectly captures the views of your bedroom and kitchen windows. He loves to watch you undress. He loves to watch you get ready for work. He loves to watch you sleeping when your husband isn’t home. Everything about your features and radiant personality appealed to Toji so beautifully, like tending to a delicate toy he refuses to let go. But because he couldn’t have you, it was best to let him watch from a distance where he could see only you, allowing him to have at least some sense of possession.
He’ll never get enough of watching you get fucked so hard by your husband. Every. Fucking. Night. Seeing your head pinned on the bed as he fucks you so rough, the bed rocking back and forth, that mix of passion and roughness… he took sick fucking pleasure in everything you do.
You were a perfect slut in his eyes. But it was a damn shame that your pathetic husband got to experience how fucking filthy you really are…
You’ve known Toji for three years now. You greet each other every morning on the driveway as you leave for work, him showing a pleasant facade like the good neighbor he is. You only think of him as someone who enjoys the company of your husband since they seen much more close. Going on their morning jogs together every Sunday and even the neighborhood gym. But behind closed doors, the man who you thought was so sweet and hospitable was nonetheless possessive when it comes to you.
Toji kept track of your routine for the past few months. On weekdays you’d be awake at 8 am and spend an hour getting ready for work. Your breakfast would be at 9 with your husband who mostly does the cooking, serving you your favorite meals. After you leave for work, your husband would then leave an hour after you. By noon you’d come back from work an hour after Toji. He’d linger in his bedroom just to watch you strip off your clothes and head for the shower from his window, your naked body so charming to see. Then you’d cook dinner for your husband when he arrives.
The rest of your afternoon doesn’t appeal to Toji since you’re busy with errands and work, until, things get heated by nightfall. Specifically when you and your husband get ready for bed.
These special nights are Toji’s absolute favorite. With just the perfect view right across, he’d fist his cock and jerk off while watching your pretty cunt getting toyed with and pounded senselessly. Seeing you being treated like nothing but a fuck doll, fucked in multiple positions for the longest until you pass out and your husband would give you aftercare. But his every thought would be plagued by how fucking hot you looked. There was one night where your husband actually fucked you on the window with the blinds slightly opened, your tits and the side of your face pressing against the glass as he pounded into you from behind. Toji has never came so fast and so much in his life after witnessing that.
Your moans would be loud, but not loud enough for him from this distance. He wanted to hear your beautiful cries and screams up close himself. He wanted to see how sexy your tits would be bouncing in his grip as he rocked the bed ‘till it shatters. He wanted to see how you’d look with marks all over from spanking you as many times as he’d want. He wanted to, he wanted to. Objectifying you like the pervert he truly was, getting off to his forbidden fantasies, the impulses with just you at the center— he’d stroke his cock faster, feeling the taut electricity run through him, making himself come the same time as your husband makes you come.
Oh, Toji could easily do that. He could easily fulfill his dark fantasies with you. Though it may seem unobtainable, he’d fucking kill just so he could have you. Perhaps even have you for more than just fucking and literally settle down with you for life, being apart of his future. But the only thing standing in his way is, well, your husband. It boils his blood knowing that that man is the only man making you feel good. It boils his blood knowing that he’s the only one that can show how much he loves you dearly.
Because according to Toji, it should be him fucking you. It should be him walking by your side for life. It should be him, not your husband, no matter how good he is or how well he treats you. Your vulnerability and innocence makes him so fucking greedy— as if he was owed some compensation for his extensive dedication on stalking you for several months now, and his reward would be only you.
Toji wants you as his. He often thought about killing your husband in order to get what he always wanted. Various options come across his mind— drive-by’s, poisoning, or kidnapping him far away to bash his brains out. Maybe even hold him at gun point just to witness the fear in his eyes. If it all couldn’t work out, he had an alternative option: tying your husband to a chair and forcing him to watch you get fucked hard on the bed you shared.
The fantasies of killing and ruining your husband the most brutal way made him exhilarated. But he knew that it was all unrealistic; you were loyal, you were loving, you were an amazing wife paired with an amazing husband. And all he could do was watch from afar… Masturbate, fantasize, admire, and only speak when you approach him in the neighborhood— totally not thinking about bending you over wherever he wanted, ripping your yoga leggings to show your cunt, and fucking you so relentlessly. Because the more he watched, the more he couldn’t stop falling for you everyday, for the dark passion and longing to have you one day will forever haunt him. One day you will be his. And he would never let anyone take you away from him…
It wasn’t until Toji came up with a plan that took months to scheme. And tonight was the night; the night your neighbor, Toji Fushiguro, would finally get to have you as his.
Such a process was not that difficult, for he’d do anything just to have you. It was all out of passion; an interesting feeling that Toji finds so strong and barely controllable for you. Passion was the only word, the only way to describe his motivation. Not a single thought of you went by his mind without being accompanied by his arousal. And such a strong sense of arousal was exactly what he felt between his legs as you sat across him.
Tonight, your husband invited Toji over for dinner. But such a fool he was, to think that Toji was actually his friend all along and under the impression that he was just a generous next door neighbor. Toji was only using him just to get closer to you. Your chemistry, your love, your strong devotion, and even your fucking marriage contract couldn’t stop Toji from his erratic feelings for you. In fact, there was nothing that was going to stop him from what he was about to do to the both of you.
All thanks to the special meal he prepared for the both of you.
The clock ticked. Toji’s foot kept fidgeting underneath the table. A longing to part your legs and finally have you turned his knuckles white from how hard he was gripping the table. It wasn’t until the end of dinner couldn’t have come fast enough— it’s been ten to fifteen minutes and the effects should already be kicking in. He watched warily for the signs; your husband starting to feel a bit woozy and your grip on the silverware starting to fall loose.
A few minutes later, you and your husband finally collapsed.
Toji rushed over to you only, catching you before your beautiful body fell drastically on the floor. When you were both unresponsive and rendered motionless, it was time for Toji to execute the plan and start the moment he’s been dying to experience. The fun that finally begins. His eyes burned with excitement and the adrenaline rushed through him that his cock bulged so hard through his pants it hurt like hell. He was already sent into sexual rage.
Toji had to take care of your husband first. He took a chair from the dining table and the rope from the bag he hid, bringing everything upstairs one by one. He tied your husband to the chair, finding some duct tape to seal that over your his mouth. As you were laying peacefully on the bed, Toji took a deep breath before carefully stripping off your clothing. Once his eyes fix upon you, he dares not to blink as he takes in your bare skin he’s been dying to caress, seeing you naked and unconscious before him.
“You are finally mine,” Toji whispers tenderly. It’s been an agonizing wait for him, to finally run his hands up and down the shape of your body, and finally seeing your pretty cunt so up close he couldn’t wait to fuck.
After taking more rope and putting duct tape over your mouth, he tied your wrists and ankles above your head. That way it would be impossible for you to ever close your legs and force you to take every fraction of his cock, facing him at all times and watch him fuck you as hard as your husband does every night. But of course, he’d do it better. Toji’s cock was much larger than average— (your husband’s size) and knowing just how much of a slut you are, he knows that you can take it all.
He then walked over to your unconscious husband, chuckling at him and playfully nudging his head. “Don’t worry, buddy. At least you have the perfect view when I fuck your wife on your very own bed. And when I’m done, she’ll belong to me.”
When everything finally felt ready, Toji made a loud sound that jolted the both of you awake, confused and slightly disoriented of the different setting and why you couldn’t move. Toji could hear heavy panting and both of you struggling in your ropes. You tried calling for each other but your voices were muffled. But if that wasn’t the hottest thing he’s ever seen in person so far— the way your cries of panic were muffled and you couldn’t even move a limb from being tied up like that… a helpless slut that presents her holes for fucking and breeding had his blood rushing, penetrating his psyche. He was growing impatient.
Toji had his gun, reloading it from outside the bedroom that you both flinch in fear and freeze. You both couldn’t see nor recognize him until you watch in horror as he finally enters the room, chuckling at the chaos he created. There was absolutely nothing that was going to stop him from doing what he was dying to do, to pursue you with the love and pleasure you deserve from only him. And god, he couldn’t back down now when he saw the fear and terror surging in your eyes that it turned the fuck him on.
“Aw, look at you. All tied up for me and showing your pussy off to me,” Toji cooed, running the muzzle of the gun down the side of your face you trembled, every nerve in your body struck with fear, humiliation, betrayal, rage... He could hear your husband swearing and yelling at him from behind, fighting aggressively through that rope when he laid a finger on your body.
But Toji didn’t give a shit. He took in the delectable sight of your naked body being offered for him like a Christmas present. Tears started rolling down your cheeks as you start to pull on the restraints, little whines and sniffles from the stinging pain. You rapidly shake your head at him as he kept violating you, trying so hard to inch as far away as possible but it was inevitable for your body to succumb to it.
Toji chuckled, the barrel of his gun brushing on the folds of your cunt it made you squirm. “Pretty dolls don’t cry, sweetheart. We’re here to show your pathetic husband how much of a slut you are for me. Look at you, already fucking wet from my gun teasing your clit.”
You sobbed and whined, forcing your eyes shut as your cunt began to throb when his gun eased in and out on your folds faster. He smiled in amusement when he sees the way your body reacted differently than your emotional state, which is just what he needed. “I’m sure you’re loving this as much as I am,” he mused. “You sound so beautiful. I can’t wait to make a mess outta you right here. That man won’t compare to the way I’m gonna fuck you tonight.”
Your stomach contorted in agony when Toji undid his pants, slipping out his aching cock that couldn’t bare to waste any minute with you. The more he kept touching you, kissing your tears away, and playing with your clit, the more your husband was fuming with infuriation and rage, trying to inch the chair closer until Toji aimed his gun at him.
“If you don’t shut your fucking mouth and stay put, I’ll blow your goddamn brains out in front of her. And you wouldn’t wanna traumatize her more, am I right?” he threatened with a sardonic chuckle.
In the midst of your staggering emotions, you felt utterly betrayed. The deceit you’ve engulfed yourself in about Toji Fushiguro was nothing but a lie. Is this really him? The same man that greets you sweetly when you arrive at your driveway? The same man that offered to help your husband in the garden? The same man that loves to help people? You weren’t as close to him as your husband was. What you thought a handsome gentleman and a pleasant next door neighbor would be… was nothing but an obsessive, impulsive freak that has a predatory chase to derive pleasure, control, and satisfaction from having you.
Toji tended back to you, touching you in anticipating ways that made your motions get gradually frantic, cunt quivering and body twitching on his cock rubbing you. Your sensitive body just couldn’t help but sink into arousal... Maybe it was the possession and obsession he’s had for you the longest— that feeling of being desired and honored that your husband doesn’t show enough. Deep down, you knew this was wrong. You were sick and humiliated from Toji doing this in front of him. You could sense your husband’s anger and the helplessness of not being able to do anything…
But your body language towards him was saying otherwise. You were guilty— oh, so guilty— of your cunt throbbing while being tied up and teased like this to a handsome man like Toji. And once he could read and feel your body and mind giving up to him, not one drug could compare to the ecstasy he’s experiencing.
“Aw. Didn’t even fuck her yet and she’s getting off to this already,” Toji chuckled, making sure your husband was hearing. “I know how long you’ve wanted this— I fucking know you fantasize about this as well... Tell me you think about your hot next door neighbor fucking the shit out of you and I won’t kill you.”
A mewl was all you could respond with, once again provoking the insane man. He let one finger drift over your cunt and slipped inside, crooking it to find that soft, textured spot that would push you over the edge. You hated everything about this filthy moment, but yet— you were shamelessly grinding and bucking your hips to his fingers. Your fingers reach for the binding ropes as something to grip on, your sobs mixing with your soft moans.
“Every night, I’ve been watching you two from my window get it on. Right here, on this bed. But I gotta admit, those were my favorite fuckin’ nights. Watchin’ you being treated like a slutty whore and your pussy getting stretched out… I just couldn’t stop thinking if only that were me, you know?”
The change of tone in his voice was rather raspy and aggressive, prompting you to shudder. His dark confession made the pace of his fingers grow faster and harder, more fingers slipping in, letting out pathetic whines and thighs shake as you were already nearing an orgasm. Usually it takes longer with your husband to make you come, but with Toji— it felt as if he already memorized your body to know what shatters you faster…
Your husband kept yelling and cursing at him but he kept going. Infuriation and betrayal was burning through his eyes as he was struggling and forcing himself out the ropes. But for some reason you were ashamed to look at him. You couldn’t bear to see his face. You wish that he could stop squirming in the seat and keep quiet until it was all over. But how will things be now when this is actually over?
“I warned you.” Toji gave a menacing glare at your husband as he pointed his gun at him again. “Keep your fucking mouth shut or I’ll blow your jaw off. Stay where you fuckin’ are.”
Another tear falls from your eye. Toji puts the gun down on the bed before tending to your anguish, kissing the side of your face and caressing you sweetly. “Sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t mean to keep you waiting. I just wanna be inside you already…”
Toji grabs onto your throat, hovering over you closer as he slips his cock slowly and deeply into your cunt. Your thighs shudder as you tried to resist, but his tight grip held you in place. A little bit of struggle was no problem to him, since he could tell by the way your body reacts you easily caved into the sensation.
“Fuck. I have wanted—” Toji broke off with a groan, tracing the outline of your collarbone with his breath, “For so fucking long… to fuck you exactly like this...”
You were already losing yourselves from this brain-fazing sensation, this dangerous arousal awakening from every harsh, violent thrust of Toji’s long, thick cock slamming into you so deep inside you that an orgasm could be just a few thrusts away. He’s dreamed about hearing the pretty noises and moans you make, and finally hearing them up close intoxicated his bloodstream like a man gone fucking wild. All that pent up anger and madness thumping in his blood, each thrust resonating a sound indeterminable from your duct tape. Are you actually screaming of pain or are you moaning in pleasure from this..?
“You’re mine above everyone else, pretty girl. I’ll fucking own you in every way possible.”
There really was nothing you could do, for every harsh thrust into your cunt clouded your thoughts and numbed your body. As you were lost in the ecstasy and began to writhe in it, your body contorted. You feel his desire through the strength of his grip, inching his face closer that you meet his eyes. And there you could take in his strong, undying passion and lust for you. This was his everything with you. The forceful slapping of skin, the screams, the moans, loss of breath, the heat, and the bed nearly breaking…
You even forgot about your husband, sitting there and watching the way Toji fucked you harder and better than he did. And what made him infuriated was that he could tell you enjoyed it all…
After he made use of your perfect body the way it’s meant to be used, he pulled out real slow and steady, the ropes holding your legs and hips so high that none of his cum could leak out. He stared and admired for a bit, your legs still forced apart so he could take a good into you. He took a few pictures, too.
A beautiful sight on how much of a mess he made of you... Fuck, Toji couldn’t just get enough of it. He was unhinged. A desperate, howling animal. All of your sensitive tissues that should never see another man’s cock or the light of day. He’s worked your body and your cunt so good. The way your holes were so wide and deep from his cock hollowing into you was evident enough. He could see your thighs trembling, probably still from fear, but also from those intense, overstimulating orgasms your husband will never reach out of you.
“Look at how fucking hot she looks. This is how you fuck a slut properly. She didn’t even look at you the whole time cause you’re too pathetic. Heard her moaning my name under that duct tape, too.” Toji bragged in front of your husband.
Before he could charge right at him and attack, Toji was already one step ahead by knocking him out with the gun’s barrel again. The both of you are currently unconscious, leaving Toji to admire your body just one more time before he could keep you forever. He could see the muscles of your cunt flexing around nothing, your abused cervix as well, which was filled all the way to the brim with his cum. You were so, so fucking beautiful to him.
“You’ll be coming along with me now,” Toji whispered as he unraveled your ropes. “A new home for the both of us, far away from here…”
And just a few days later when Toji finally took care of your husband, there was a basement that he prepared a month earlier before everything. You were laying on a bed unconscious, all of your limbs chained and spread apart on the posts. Toji couldn’t stop staring at how softer your expressions were, and your beautiful lips free from duct tape. You were finally his prized possession. He couldn’t hold back longer to claim you over and over again. He hovered over to kiss you so sweetly, consumed by your scent, consumed by your touch, that his wandering fingers became too eager to feel your wet cunt.
He couldn’t wait for you to wake up. See the beauty come alive right in his eyes. Feel you again and again. Have passionate sex with him and nobody watching this time. But before he could move away and let you wake up, you were mumbling inaudibly. It was no mistake to Toji what he heard that morning that made him smirk.
“Toji… Please, don’t stop…”
It seems that Toji wasn’t the only impatient one. Prompting a chuckle from his amusement, he plants a kiss on your forehead and inched closer to your lips, feeling you kiss back in a weak state. “Don’t worry, my love,” he mutters. “We have all the time in the world...”
the way how i want to write a jujutsu kaisen x obsession fic but i don’t know if i should make it a crack fic (like someone using the one wish willow for fun) or make it a psychological horror fic
if you ever write a fic inspired by Obsession PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEEEE write one for william afton i beg of you 😔🙏🏽
also I’m very excited for your Horrorland!
hehe thank you anon!! i’m very excited too 😙
also the concept of william afton using a one wish willow is insane LMFAOOO there’s a lot of possibility for a fic like this but i’m still debating/brainstorming on how i can make my own twist inspired by this beautiful movie. we shall see :p
nikki breaks my heart so bad because in the brief moments we see her before the wish kicks in, she's so cool and funny, clearly kindhearted, very driven about her future (telling bear about how she was going to quit her job to focus on her writing), and also very sure of herself as a person. ive seen people describe this movie as "mean-spirited" and I think thats so apt because it was a 2 hour long tragedy of the torture of this innocent girl, taking away everything she's ever had, including her own sense of self, putting her through unimaginable horrors, and leaving her with nothing except the three dead bodies of her friends, with the one who she trusted most being the one who did this to her. nothing for her to look for hope in, because she has nothing before her except a lifetime in prison or in an institution. it would be one thing if the movie ended on a note like weapons, where everything was over and there would hopefully be recovery somewhere down the line, but here, not only was the evil not committed by a random stranger but her closest friend, but she doesn't get any chance at recovery either. so goddamn tragic. on that note, if anyone can come up with some sort of fix-it for nikki please link it to me because I will be crying about this girl forever.
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i finally got to watch this movie !!! it was heart wrenching, entertaining, uncomfortable, sinister, batshit crazy, but literally peak horror. (spoilers if you press read more)
i fucking hate bear. hes such a piece of shit and the true villain of this movie. honestly im glad he died but it’s literally unsatisfying to me bc he did it out of selfishness. and the crazy part is that there are men irl that would genuinely do the same shit if they get a one wish willow and force an innocent woman to obsess over them when they never wanted them in the first place.
im honestly fucking impressed that a man wrote this because hello???? curry barker you deserve your flowers for writing an amazing female horror character thats humanizing and real enough for audiences to care about. misogyny is very common in a lot of horror movies (e.g. terrifier) so this movie was a fresh breath of air. the cinematography, the sound design, the pacing, the jumpscares, literally everything about this movie is peak cinema
i also love how funny this movie gets too. the reddit scene, the customer service scene, and the fucking billion dollar scene had me ctfu 😭😭 i am also fucking obsessed with these actors they deserve their flowers too!!! inde navarrette you are so insanely talented and her fucking facial expressions and acting had me at the edge of my seat,,,, you can literally see at some points where she was trying to break out of the spell/possession and dont even get me started with the reverse walking and the nightmare scene. jesus fucking christ 😭😭😭🤚🏽
i LOVEEDDDD ITTTTT SO SO SO SO SO SO MUCH i just hope people get the overall theme of the movie since media literacy is lowkey dead 💀 (obviously its very explicit)
sukuna knows how to break you ᯓᡣ𐭩 ⟡ ˖ ࣪. tags ; mean!sukuna, hatefucking, mocking, degrading, condescending, mean but soft, light humiliation, possession
“you think you’re such hot shit, don’t you?” sukuna taunts, his veiny, large hands caressing the curvature of your body laying beneath him. “you’re so pathetic. i can see right through the way you act.”
the way he was so gentle with your naked body— kissing your perfect tummy, sucking on your tits, softly nipping at your neck— all while degrading you awakened something so violently sensual, delirious, and greedy. it was a bloody contrast; the condensation and subtle mocking, the juxtaposition of absolute filth coming from his fucking mouth, yet ever so torturously and attentively worshipping your body… you were already a mess for him and he didn’t even fuck you yet. god, how you fucking hate this man.
“fuck you, ‘kuna. insufferable piece of shit,” you spat out with cold malice, your brain going fuzzy as he was toying with your sensitive clit. “god, i— i fucking hate you.”
nothing in this world pisses you off more than sukuna. you loathe this man more than anything. you hate him. you fucking hate him. you hate the smug look on his face, you hate his arrogance, you hate that you hunger for his touch. because as long as he’s playing with that perfect, soppy, aching pussy, you don’t care how mean or cruel he gets with you. you don’t care what he thinks, you don’t care that he hates you, too.
“do you really hate me, slut?” sukuna teases, taking his cockhead to brush on your clit, making you shiver. “because your body doesn’t. your pussy certainly doesn’t. i wanna see how smug you are when my cock stretches you out.”
in sukuna’s eyes, you will always be his pretty whore. he would get on his knees and kiss your thighs, your stretchmarks, your pelvis. he’ll literally eat your pussy for his own sick pleasure. sure it’d be easier to just manhandle you, to really put you in your place on all fours and fuck you so rough while pushing your head down on the mattress, but that’s not enough for him. he fucking hates you so much that it’s so much fun to make you feel this good, and you know it. you know nobody will ever make you feel this good other than him. to mold you into a needy slut for him that it doesn’t take much for him to convince you. it was like savoring the violence of wanting what corrodes you.
“you don’t deserve this cock, you know. you don’t deserve to feel this good.” sukuna slides his cock in slowly, your mouth widening from taking every fraction of him easing inside you. “look at you taking it. you got anything else to say to me now? or are you gonna lay there like a brainless slut and take it?”
you hated that he was fucking right. your pussy was shamelessly pulsing on his cock, your arousal gushing all over him. he leans closer to your face, taking in his scent, letting you wrap your arms and legs around his wide body. he loves torturing you with slow, intimate kisses, slowly thrusting inside your pussy until you go dizzy with desire.
“are you gonna try to piss me off now?” he whispers softly in your ear, bear hugging you and lifting your waist slightly off the bed. he fucking hates how he loves the way your pussy felt so good wrapped around his cock that it’s pissing him off, the way you’re looking into his eyes as if you were the most sublime, wild, crazed, and untamed woman he’s ever met.
you hated how you were practically clinging onto him like he was the only solid thing in your cockdrunk, hazy world. you hated how this man was emitting the most pathetic, lewd, pornographic moans out of your mouth that you’ve never made before. you hated that you were practically sobbing on his cock, feeling him kiss your tears away, as you were both about to come so hard without warning.
you cannot stand this man. and god, he cannot stand you either. but you couldn’t help but love having him inside you, fucking you in every way and every hole, no matter how much you piss each other off. this was his way of owning you, literally breaking you. looking down at his cock disappearing inside you, making good love with your pussy, that’s who you belong to now. because once he’s finally done fucking that attitude out of you, you’ll be nothing but a drooling, messy whore that finally knows her place.
“i still hate you, sukuna. i hate you, i hate you, i hate you.”
“aw. keep moaning my name like that,” he taunts while kissing your forehead. “you’d never let somebody you hate talk to you like this and come inside your perfect pussy.”
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𝐒𝐄𝐗 & 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑 𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘 🔪 horrorland’s most iconic, number one parkland! the depths of hell fall on this dark and gloomy city also known as the devil’s playground! the aching, dark delight of embracing true sex and terror. lurking within these streets beholds the reigns of terror that which may also arouse parkland guests…
“LIVING DEAD GIRL” ft. MICHAEL AFTON “THE SEXORCISM” ft. CHOSO KAMO “HALLOWEEN WHORE NIGHTS” ft. SATOSUGU
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𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐀🩸THE UNHOLY KINGDOM laurels and claymore, scepter and crown… the bloodshed reflects a hellish, rotten kingdom built on violent, lethal desire for power, corruption, and rumors of an ancient race. would you venture a realm where three distinct tragedies collided into a suffocating, yet carnal nightmare?
“J’ADORE HARDCORE” ft. TOJI FUSHIGURO “LUST AT FIRST BITE PT II” ft. LEON KENNEDY “DEMOLITION LOVERS” ft. HIROMI HIGURUMA
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𖤐 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𖤐 IN OCTOBER OF 1986, SIX COLLEGE STUDENTS WERE CAMPING IN THE WOODLANDS AND ALL DISAPPEARED. A YEAR LATER, THE FOOTAGE FROM A CAMCORDER WAS RECOVERED. GRAPHIC SCENES WERE LEAKED AND UPLOADED TO DEATHGASM.COM IN 1999.
“THE SHRINE PROJECT” ft. SUKUNA RYOMEN
⚠︎ MORE INFORMATION COMING LATER THIS YEAR. ENTRY TICKETS (taglist) TBA SOON. THIS IS NOT THE FINAL MASTERLIST!! CHANGES MAY BE MADE LATER ⚠︎
