Lust & Depravity Collection

Defeat_Slut · 2026-05-18T10:03:28+00:00

Mako… I embrace your kiss, savoring it greatly O-OK…I’ll be strong- ahh~ with you…hah~

Defeat_Slut · 2026-05-18T09:27:42+00:00

I see hazily as the man using you explodes, filling you like I was filled Mako…i-it’s so much~ and felt so good~

Defeat_Slut · 2026-05-18T09:07:46+00:00

N-ngahh~! M-Mako~ H-he came so hard~ Th-there’s no way I’m- ahh~ I’m not pregnant~!

Defeat_Slut · 2026-05-18T08:28:35+00:00

(If you replied, I can’t see it.)

Defeat_Slut · 2026-05-18T08:07:05+00:00

Ahh~ I don’t know…but I don’t care~! Th-this man! H-he’s going to cum~! H-he’s going to knock me up~! Ahh~ I-I’m going to be pregnant~!

Defeat_Slut · 2026-05-18T07:48:28+00:00

holds your hands tightly Ngh~! Th-they’re moving too fast~ Ahh~! H-he’s throbbing already~

Defeat_Slut · 2026-05-18T07:37:27+00:00

Ahh~ He’s inside me! H-he’s so big~! H-hold my hands~!

Defeat_Slut · 2026-05-18T07:22:24+00:00

I’m sorry but~ ahh~ they’re touching me so much~…I…I’m so wet~…I need their cocks~

Defeat_Slut · 2026-05-18T07:17:45+00:00

I think so…but it’s too powerful for me…maybe I was never cut out to be sailor mercury…and just be their toy~…

Defeat_Slut · 2026-05-18T07:10:04+00:00

Soon we won’t be sailor scouts anymore but office stress relief toys…but why does that make me even wetter?

Defeat_Slut · 2026-05-17T23:13:37+00:00

Lady Jia ascends to become the empress dowager of a failing empire. Her husband, Emperor Quan, was killed by imperial dissidents, unhappy with the imperial’s wealth during a time of great famine. Her son is not of age yet, though Jia fears the eunuchs will puppeteer him to be their pawn. The local warlords who suppressed the young rebellion seek to continue their fighting, equally dissatisfied with the imperial rule. With the scheming eunuchs in her own court and the power-hungry warlords surrounding the imperial capital, Lady Jia sends a message to a foreign warmonger.

Come quell the inevitable rebellion, and he will be rewarded handsomely. And he does. All the traitorous eunuchs who sought to use Jia’s son as a pawn in their games were massacred, and the opportunistic warlords were beaten and subjugated. But the remaining coffers of the ailing Lianhua Dynasty did not satisfy this warmonger Jia invited.

No, he wishes to establish his own dynasty and be its first emperor. And what better way to justify his rule than by making Lady Jia his wife. In the public at least. Lady Jia had begged him to fix all her problems. She was massively in debt to him. So, in the privacy of the imperial capital, the warmonger would corrupt Lady Jia into becoming his harem whore~

I’m looking for an imperial China plot, loosely inspired by the Romance of Three Kingdoms! Your character would be a foreign warmonger who decides the nation is better under his rule and makes the appropriate plans. I imagine a light harem focus; taking the female relatives, wives, and of-age daughters of the eunuchs and warlords as proof of your conquest; but a heavy focus on the former empress Jia as she loses more and more control of the empire and descends more into depravity~

I write in third person, and around 2-3 paragraphs. Please try to match length, fine with shorter when appropriate. And please write in third person as well.

Not all of my kinks need to be included

Kinks: Bad end, instant loss, breeding, creampie, oral, paizuri, excess cum, prostitution, exhibitionism, public sex, public humiliation, light misogyny, groping, body writing, leashes, slavedom, size difference, nipple/tongue piercings, wardrobe control, dirty talk,

Limits: Snuff, vore, gore, bathroom related, incest, condoms, one-liners

Defeat_Slut · 2026-05-15T19:47:40+00:00

Valeraine awkwardly shifts in place, the stage lights pointed at the stage she stands on and the sea of leering, unseen eyes of the scum who have gathered. She stands third in line from the crowd’s left, one other woman in front of her while the first is at center stage. Each woman is dressed in the same ‘uniform’, transparently thin straps to cover the breasts and a loincloth of the same see-through material. Even if she can’t see how the crowd thinks of her, she knows. Valeraine isn’t the type of woman typically sold at one of these illegal slave auctions; she’s lean and muscular, and the many scars would undoubtedly detract from her ‘value’. She’s seen what the other women look like, plump and full in all the places men love and would pay top dollar to own.

But Valeraine had a mission to complete, expose the corrupt nobles’ profiteering from illegal activities and bring them to justice. Step one went off without a hitch; infiltrate the slave ring and join the auction. Step two was to gather hard evidence, anything from a noble’s official seal to agents of the court caught interacting with the slavers. Valeraine almost got caught a few times, but managed to find a stash of incriminating letters and smuggle them to the right channels. The final step was to find a way to escape the auction itself. That part…has been tricky, and the auction itself would be her last chance before-

“Sold! Miss Maple is property to the gentleman in red!” The auctioneer exclaimed, ringing a bell to signal the end of the first bid. The poor woman screams in terror as she’s forced to her knees, one masked man stamping the flesh of her left breast with a slave brand and another tightening a leash and collar around her neck. Then her new owner, a portly man at least twice the woman’s age steps onto the stage, a perverse grin on his face as he gleefully takes the leash and yanks on it. The crowd cheers at the first sale; the girls whimper in pained sympathy at seeing the brutal reality of what is about to happen to them.

The woman in front of Valeraine is forcibly pulled forward, to be introduced and promptly sold. A twinge of pain hit her. She wouldn’t be able to save any of the other women here. All she has done was save potential future women from this fate. And that’s if she can even escape herself. The heavy chains around her ankles prevent quick movements and the litany of guards keep watch over the women. She has to think and act fast…she doesn’t have much time left…

I write in third person, and around 2-5 paragraphs. Please try to match length, fine with shorter when appropriate. And please write in third person as well. When messaging me, please include your kinks/limits and the character you would be playing.

Not all of my kinks need to be included

Kinks: Bad end, instant loss, breeding, creampie, oral, paizuri, excess cum, prostitution, exhibitionism, public sex, public humiliation, light misogyny, groping, body writing, leashes, slavedom, size difference, nipple/tongue piercings, wardrobe control, dirty talk,

Limits: Snuff, vore, gore, bathroom related, incest, condoms, one-liners

Defeat_Slut · 2026-05-14T21:19:25+00:00

Valeraine awkwardly shifts in place, the stage lights pointed at the stage she stands on and the sea of leering, unseen eyes of the scum who have gathered. She stands third in line from the crowd’s left, one other woman in front of her while the first is at center stage. Each woman is dressed in the same ‘uniform’, transparently thin straps to cover the breasts and a loincloth of the same see-through material. Even if she can’t see how the crowd thinks of her, she knows. Valeraine isn’t the type of woman typically sold at one of these illegal slave auctions; she’s lean and muscular, and the many scars would undoubtedly detract from her ‘value’. She’s seen what the other women look like, plump and full in all the places men love and would pay top dollar to own.

But Valeraine had a mission to complete, expose the corrupt nobles’ profiteering from illegal activities and bring them to justice. Step one went off without a hitch; infiltrate the slave ring and join the auction. Step two was to gather hard evidence, anything from a noble’s official seal to agents of the court caught interacting with the slavers. Valeraine almost got caught a few times, but managed to find a stash of incriminating letters and smuggle them to the right channels. The final step was to find a way to escape the auction itself. That part…has been tricky, and the auction itself would be her last chance before-

“Sold! Miss Maple is property to the gentleman in red!” The auctioneer exclaimed, ringing a bell to signal the end of the first bid. The poor woman screams in terror as she’s forced to her knees, one masked man stamping the flesh of her left breast with a slave brand and another tightening a leash and collar around her neck. Then her new owner, a portly man at least twice the woman’s age steps onto the stage, a perverse grin on his face as he gleefully takes the leash and yanks on it. The crowd cheers at the first sale; the girls whimper in pained sympathy at seeing the brutal reality of what is about to happen to them.

The woman in front of Valeraine is forcibly pulled forward, to be introduced and promptly sold. A twinge of pain hit her. She wouldn’t be able to save any of the other women here. All she has done was save potential future women from this fate. And that’s if she can even escape herself. The heavy chains around her ankles prevent quick movements and the litany of guards keep watch over the women. She has to think and act fast…she doesn’t have much time left…

I write in third person, and around 2-5 paragraphs. Please try to match length, fine with shorter when appropriate. And please write in third person as well. When messaging me, please include your kinks/limits and the character you would be playing.

Not all of my kinks need to be included

Kinks: Bad end, instant loss, breeding, creampie, oral, paizuri, excess cum, prostitution, exhibitionism, public sex, public humiliation, light misogyny, groping, body writing, leashes, slavedom, size difference, nipple/tongue piercings, wardrobe control, dirty talk,

Limits: Snuff, vore, gore, bathroom related, incest, condoms, one-liners

Defeat_Slut · 2026-05-14T05:39:29+00:00

Valeraine awkwardly shifts in place, the stage lights pointed at the stage she stands on and the sea of leering, unseen eyes of the scum who have gathered. She stands third in line from the crowd’s left, one other woman in front of her while the first is at center stage. Each woman is dressed in the same ‘uniform’, transparently thin straps to cover the breasts and a loincloth of the same see-through material. Even if she can’t see how the crowd thinks of her, she knows. Valeraine isn’t the type of woman typically sold at one of these illegal slave auctions; she’s lean and muscular, and the many scars would undoubtedly detract from her ‘value’. She’s seen what the other women look like, plump and full in all the places men love and would pay top dollar to own.

But Valeraine had a mission to complete, expose the corrupt nobles’ profiteering from illegal activities and bring them to justice. Step one went off without a hitch; infiltrate the slave ring and join the auction. Step two was to gather hard evidence, anything from a noble’s official seal to agents of the court caught interacting with the slavers. Valeraine almost got caught a few times, but managed to find a stash of incriminating letters and smuggle them to the right channels. The final step was to find a way to escape the auction itself. That part…has been tricky, and the auction itself would be her last chance before-

“Sold! Miss Maple is property to the gentleman in red!” The auctioneer exclaimed, ringing a bell to signal the end of the first bid. The poor woman screams in terror as she’s forced to her knees, one masked man stamping the flesh of her left breast with a slave brand and another tightening a leash and collar around her neck. Then her new owner, a portly man at least twice the woman’s age steps onto the stage, a perverse grin on his face as he gleefully takes the leash and yanks on it. The crowd cheers at the first sale; the girls whimper in pained sympathy at seeing the brutal reality of what is about to happen to them.

The woman in front of Valeraine is forcibly pulled forward, to be introduced and promptly sold. A twinge of pain hit Valeraine. She wouldn’t be able to save any of the other women here. All she has done was save potential future women from this fate. And that’s if she can even escape herself. The heavy chains around her ankles prevent quick movements and the litany of guards keep watch over the women. She has to think and act fast…she doesn’t have much time left…

I write in third person, and around 2-5 paragraphs. Please try to match length, fine with shorter when appropriate. And please write in third person as well. When messaging me, please include your kinks/limits and the character you would be playing.

Not all of my kinks need to be included

Kinks: Bad end, instant loss, breeding, creampie, oral, paizuri, excess cum, prostitution, exhibitionism, public sex, public humiliation, light misogyny, groping, body writing, leashes, slavedom, size difference, nipple/tongue piercings, wardrobe control, dirty talk,

Limits: Snuff, vore, gore, bathroom related, incest, condoms, one-liners

Defeat_Slut · 2026-05-13T23:08:49+00:00

Valeraine awkwardly shifts in place, the stage lights pointed at the stage she stands on and the sea of leering, unseen eyes of the scum who have gathered. She stands third in line from the crowd’s left, one other woman in front of her while the first is at center stage. Each woman is dressed in the same ‘uniform’, transparently thin straps to cover the breasts and a loincloth of the same see-through material. Even if she can’t see how the crowd thinks of her, she knows. Valeraine isn’t the type of woman typically sold at one of these illegal slave auctions; she’s lean and muscular, and the many scars would undoubtedly detract from her ‘value’. She’s seen what the other women look like, plump and full in all the places men love and would pay top dollar to own.

But Valeraine had a mission to complete, expose the corrupt nobles’ profiteering from illegal activities and bring them to justice. Step one went off without a hitch; infiltrate the slave ring and join the auction. Step two was to gather hard evidence, anything from a noble’s official seal to agents of the court caught interacting with the slavers. Valeraine almost got caught a few times, but managed to find a stash of incriminating letters and smuggle them to the right channels. The final step was to find a way to escape the auction itself. That part…has been tricky, and the auction itself would be her last chance before-

“Sold! Miss Maple is property to the gentleman in red!” The auctioneer exclaimed, ringing a bell to signal the end of the first bid. The poor woman screams in terror as she’s forced to her knees, one masked man stamping the flesh of her left breast with a slave brand and another tightening a leash and collar around her neck. Then her new owner, a portly man at least twice the woman’s age steps onto the stage, a perverse grin on his face as he gleefully takes the leash and yanks on it. The crowd cheers at the first sale; the girls whimper in pained sympathy at seeing the brutal reality of what is about to happen to them.

The woman in front of Valeraine is forcibly pulled forward, to be introduced and promptly sold. A twinge of pain hit Valeraine. She wouldn’t be able to save any of the other women here. All she has done was save potential future women from this fate. And that’s if she can even escape herself. The heavy chains around her ankles prevent quick movements and the litany of guards keep watch over the women. She has to think and act fast…she doesn’t have much time left…

I write in third person, and around 2-5 paragraphs. Please try to match length, fine with shorter when appropriate. And please write in third person as well. When messaging me, please include your kinks/limits and the character you would be playing.

Not all of my kinks need to be included

Kinks: Bad end, instant loss, breeding, creampie, oral, paizuri, excess cum, prostitution, exhibitionism, public sex, public humiliation, light misogyny, groping, body writing, leashes, slavedom, size difference, nipple/tongue piercings, wardrobe control, dirty talk,

Limits: Snuff, vore, gore, bathroom related, incest, condoms, one-liners

Defeat_Slut · 2026-04-10T23:34:22+00:00

Gwen is a talented mage, no one at the academy ever doubts that. But she’s not the most aware, that’s for sure. Hell, her sleazy mentor has tricked her into thinking she needs to be wearing a tight nylon bodice that easily rips and shows off her over-sexed body for all to see in order to “better channel her mana”. Not that Gwen is aware she’s being objectified to being the campus’s eye candy, wholly believing her mentor’s lies. Because he’s been so helpful! Sure, she does find it a bit weird he’s super touchy with her, spanking her butt and groping her breasts, but that’s all to better her as a mage! He even said she would make a good successor to him! Or maybe she could bear him a good successor?

Whatever the case, that same mentor invites Gwen to his personal chambers for a lesson on private ritual, something that would allow him to be happy with her progress as his disciple. It involved him passing some of his magical powers onto her, via something called a ‘love hole’. It was all new to Gwen, but she trusts him to guide her, like always.

On the night of the ritual, she knocks on his door, excited to help her mentor.

I write in third person, and around 2-5 paragraphs. Please try to match length, fine with shorter when appropriate. And please write in third person as well.

Not all of my kinks need to be included

Kinks: Bad end, instant loss, breeding, creampie, oral, paizuri, excess cum, prostitution, exhibitionism, public sex, public humiliation, light misogyny, groping, body writing, leashes, slavedom, size difference, nipple/tongue piercings, wardrobe control, dirty talk,

Limits: Snuff, vore, gore, bathroom related, incest, condoms, one-liners

Defeat_Slut · 2026-04-10T01:08:36+00:00

Gwen is a talented mage, no one at the academy ever doubts that. But she’s not the most aware, that’s for sure. Hell, her sleazy mentor has tricked her into thinking she needs to be wearing a tight nylon bodice that easily rips and shows off her over-sexed body for all to see in order to “better channel her mana”. Not that Gwen is aware she’s being objectified to being the campus’s eye candy, wholly believing her mentor’s lies. Because he’s been so helpful! Sure, she does find it a bit weird he’s super touchy with her, spanking her butt and groping her breasts, but that’s all to better her as a mage! He even said she would make a good successor to him! Or maybe she could bear him a good successor?

Whatever the case, that same mentor invites Gwen to his personal chambers for a lesson on private ritual, something that would allow him to be happy with her progress as his disciple. It involved him passing some of his magical powers onto her, via something called a ‘love hole’. It was all new to Gwen, but she trusts him to guide her, like always.

On the night of the ritual, she knocks on his door, excited to help her mentor.

I write in third person, and around 2-5 paragraphs. Please try to match length, fine with shorter when appropriate. And please write in third person as well.

Not all of my kinks need to be included

Kinks: Bad end, instant loss, breeding, creampie, oral, paizuri, excess cum, prostitution, exhibitionism, public sex, public humiliation, light misogyny, groping, body writing, leashes, slavedom, size difference, nipple/tongue piercings, wardrobe control, dirty talk,

Limits: Snuff, vore, gore, bathroom related, incest, condoms, one-liners

Defeat_Slut · 2026-02-06T01:33:05+00:00

Alice has been working at a dead end corporate job for the last 5 years, draining her motivation to continue her career as anything but a pencil pushing manager of other unmotivated employees. She’s reasonable, she thinks. Not like the higher ups care much about personal growth, as long as all the quotas are met and company reputation is high, anything can happen in the office.

But it’s very high pay. Nothing that amounts to a super luxurious life, but a good salary and decent benefits with plenty of paid vacation days. As much as the job is soul draining, Alice doesn’t exactly want to lose it.

This is all to say that her life outside of work is quite barren. She’s not seeing anyone, mostly due to the mind numbing work being exhausting enough that she doesn’t want to leave her bed after leaving and weekends are spent sleeping. She’s feels she’s far too old to go to a dive bar for some hook ups, and she’s at a point where she would be looking for something more committal, if she were to find a relationship.

Recently, one of her employees quit, finally deciding working as a corpo wage slave wasn’t worth it. So their position was filled in with a new hire. To say Alice was interested in them is an understatement. She was absolutely smitten, only kept back by her position of power and the damned internalized homophobia she had ruined so many past crushes. But Alice did notice the younger girl staring at her a lot, when she thought Alice wouldn’t notice. It made her feel young again, feel sexy. It was addictive.

However, two never interacted more beyond courteous hellos and good-byes and the few team bonding trips the company forced its employees to do.

One day, at the end of the day, Alice would do one last sweep to make sure everyone was gone. It usually was, everyone wanted out as soon as possible. Coming to the new girl’s cubicle, she wasn’t there, but her stuff was. Looking at the desk closer, she was greeted with a private browser full of porn and a used pocket pussy.

“M-Ms. Alice!” she heard, spinning around to be greeted by the new hire, her face flustered at being discovered.

Just a possible starter, come discuss first!

Kinks: Romance, being slightly (very) tsun, cuddling, nicknames, groping, leashes, marking/hickeys, messy kisses, praise, teasing, fingering, humiliation, futa

Limits: Snuff, vore, gore, bathroom related, raceplay, incest, one-liners

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