#lick the pillar

[claiborneart]

You paddle out to a pillar, and lick it.

compared to the water, it feels almost warm to the touch.

When you lick it you taste salt¹, and a faint, familiar aftertaste that you can't quite place.

Your tongue sticks to it slightly, as you pull away.

now then,

What do you do?

1 - the water tasted completely fresh, in case you were now wondering.

[hmr000]

hot girl summer!

[birbwell]

Waleran 👀👀?

First impression

honestly didn't care for him much when i first saw him lol. on my first playthrough it really was William that made all the impression as an antagonist. i was too busy being shocked by how crass he was to really appreciate Waleran

Impression now

Favorite moment

in the game? gotta be in Book 3 when Remigius comes back to court and starts to spill the beans on him. in particular when he says this:

bc! i could keep gushing about how phenomenally the VAs did their job but This in particular is. you can practically hear the rug being pulled from beneath his feet. he knows he's fucked and it's so so so satisfying to hear from such a normally collected guy.

in the book?

i am so so saddened they didn't put this fucked up part in the game. i love game Waleran but having read the book, you know he could be better. he does Not give a shit about human life. he's not gleeful to take it, he doesn't take life with his own hands, it's sort of just. in the way. and it annoys him and he needs to swat them out like flies. he treats Philip like this and he treats these quarrymen like this. hell he barely has patience for William- he just gives him time of day because he's the one doing the dirty work. i think his callousness for human life is so valid (no)

Idea for a story

UM UM UM. twirls hair . coughs. thts classified (knows she will flood the entire ask with this answer)

Unpopular opinion

?? is there a popular opinion in this fandom at all gbfhg

Favorite relationship

Favorite headcanon

i headcanon him as coming from a family of tailors! the book mentioned that he has the inflections of an English commoner, which surprised Philip considering a lot of bishops at the time were Norman nobles. its. my favorite because theres So many other headcanons that can be head-rotated in this headcanon. his family that lives a life a world away from his charmed life, relearning the craft in his exile,,, i could speak So much about it but i may die if i do

[peachdues]

GIYUU TOMIOKA NSFW HEADCANONS

I might revise Rengoku's after this one, but for now, enjoy my horny HCs for our favorite emotionally-constipated Pillar!

CW: explicit sexual content • MDNI • creampies • mild corruption kink • mean dom!Giyuu and whimpering sub!Giyuu

･˳ . ⋆ .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆･˳ . ⋆ .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆･˳ . ⋆ .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆

PHYSICAL ATTRIBUTES

Giyuu has a very faint happy trail that begins right below his navel; but don’t be fooled — it leads to an absolute jungle below his belt 

If it bothers you, he will trim it down, but if you don’t say anything, he’ll just leave it. Truthfully, Giyuu is a big fan of grinding into you (he LOVES the mess you make against his groin), so the friction his hair helps create against your clit is certainly worth the stray pube that may find its way into your mouth from time to time while he fucks your throat. 

Onto his dick:

Listen

I know we all know the truth about quiet boys — and Giyuu is so very quiet 

He’s hung like a mf horse

He’s not particularly girthy (though don’t get me wrong — he’s got well enough to satisfy), but he is long. Even flaccid, it swings between his legs. He’s about 7.5-8 inches when hard, and it sticks straight out. It’s slightly pink in color, and he has a very pretty tip that you just love to suckle on (he whimpers when you do). He has one prominent vein on the underside of his cock, and if you run your tongue against it, he WILL be shooting his load onto your face/down your throat. 

As for his cum, I envision it to be a bit on the thinner side in consistency, slightly sweet, and he cums a LOT. He usually rolls his balls around while he’s cumming to make sure he gets it all out --and into you.

FOREPLAY

Giyuu is admittedly not as experienced with foreplay at first, but he’s committed to making you feel good, so, he’s going to learn and he’s going to learn fast. 

I HC that he has really long, delicate fingers and the man knows how to put them to WORK.

You see, Giyuu has never been one to intentionally push another person’s buttons (always doing so accidentally), but with you???

Oh baby, those fingers are searching to press every one of yours. 

Truthfully, you could fuck yourself on his hand all day and you’d be satisfied (and in fact, you do). He found your g-spot completely on accident while fingering you, simply by curling his fingers. 

Giyuu also enjoys going down on you, because he’s fascinated at the way you fall apart beneath his tongue.

He takes his time exploring your core, curious as to what makes you gasp and writhe, as well as what makes you moan and scream.

The first time you cum in his mouth, you have to quite literally pull him off you, because that first taste unleashed a beast within him and he will not stop licking and sucking and fucking you with his tongue until you’re sobbing with overstimulation 

HOW HE FUCKS YOU

Whether he's a sub or a dom really depends on his mood. If he's returning from a mission, he wants to be taken care of (read: he wants you to ride him until he goes cross-eyed). But if it's you returning, be prepared for him to break furniture with how hard he's fucking you -- as if you need to be reminded of who's waiting for you to return home.

When Giyuu subs...

WHIMPERER MAX 5000

I mean it’s almost pathetic how needy this man gets for you while you’re on top, bouncing along the thick length of him like your life depends on it 

Expect to have some bruises on your hips from how hard he’s gripping you. Eventually, he gets so desperate that he’s lifting you up and down his cock too, thrusting helplessly up into you without rhythm. He’s just desperately chasing his own release, too drunk at the way your dripping heat constricts around him to the point that he sees stars.

He’s begging you to let him cum, and truthfully, you almost feel bad that you keep slowing down, choosing to rock slowly against him instead of continuing the relentless push and pull of your hips that you know gets him panting. Almost. 

When Giyuu doms, however...

When he’s on top though, get ready. Giyuu is relentless and can get downright mean. 

Honestly, you shouldn't be surprised. He spends so much time bottling up his emotions that they're bound to explode out of him at some point. Lucky for you that they happen to be exploding out of him and into you, with the way he has you bent over like his own personal cum dump as he ruthlessly takes out every pint of frustration he's kept locked up on your poor, aching cunt.

He’s pulling your hair, running his nails down your skin, and forcing you to say whose name is forever painted on your walls as his drips from your folds.  He’s particularly fond of shoving your head down against the futon as he takes you roughly from behind. He’s not satisfied until you’re crying. 

Oh and if you’ve been teasing him while out in public (particularly if you’re in the Corps)?? RIP to your pussy bc he’s about to slay it.

Not many people were aware of your relationship with the Water Pillar, but that was out of mutual agreement between you both. However, a few of your comrades had noticed a rather telling mark on your throat while you were being treated for a wound, and while you were able to avoid confessing the identity of your lover, you hadn’t been able to skirt the fact that you, indeed, had one. 

“What was it like?” A fellow Kinoe named Ayane asked you, a blush spreading across her cheeks. 

You could hardly meet her eyes as you mumbled, “It was nice.”

If you’d known the Water Pillar had been lurking nearby, ears carefully listening for your response, you perhaps would have been a little more careful with your words — but truthfully, you were flustered and a tad embarrassed, and so you’d answered her rather dismissively. 

Giyuu, it appeared, hadn’t been amused by your assessment; not when his hand had shot out from the dark cover of the trees to snag around your wrist, yanking you into the shadows. 

“Tell me, Y/N,” he growled in your ear, pressing you harder against the bark of the tree as he drove into you. “Does this feel-fucking-nice?” He punctuated the last three words with corresponding, pointed, sharp thrusts.

Your hands shot out to grip the rough wood to steady yourself as you whimpered, though the sound was drowned out by that of Giyuu’s hips slapping forcefully into your backside as he pumped into you with vigor. 

The Water Pillar’s teeth sank into the juncture between your neck and shoulder, the sting serving as your warning. “I asked you a question.” 

“Giyuu — ah — someone is going to see us,” You cried, though your protests were weakened by the way your hips ground back against him, desperate for release. 

Giyuu’s hand wound around your middle and dipped down to between your legs, skilled fingers circling your aching clit. “Not if you keep quiet and come when I say.”

His other hand had to clap around your mouth as his hips drilled into you, his fingers sliding between your lips to choke off the whine of his name as your cunt began to seize around him, begging to be filled by his cum, desperate to feel it leaking out of you as he sent you on your way. 

“I’ll show you fuckin’ nice,” he promised, and the Water Pillar wrenched you away from the base of the tree to bend you over before him. 

KINK-O-CLOCK

hear me out: I think this man has a virginity kink 

like he wants to TAKE your virginity 

If you’re not a virgin, dw, he’s still obsessed with you 

this is just like an added bonus for him — the idea that he’s the one who’s going to turn you into a whimpering, crying mess, that you’ll fall apart around his cock gets him incredibly excited. Especially because he plans on being the only man to touch you like this. It might translate into a greater corruption kink, but it goes both ways — he loves the idea of reducing you to a lustful, needy mess just as much as he loves the fact you do the same thing to him

big-time praise kink — he loves hearing you sing his praises, even if he gets extremely shy while you do it. He so rarely hears any form of praise or gratitude, so when you give it to him (both in bed and out of it), it means the world to him 

EDGING — especially if he’s been away for an extended period of time. You’re overjoyed when he comes home, but you’re also steadily preparing yourself for a long-ass night. Giyuu isn’t one to rush things already, but if it’s been a week or so since he’s last been inside of you, you better prepare yourself for a loooooonnng night ahead of you. He will bring you right up to the cusp of your orgasm before pulling off/out/removing himself, leaving you to clench around nothing. He will do this several times before finally, finally, letting you cum. 

creampies on creampies on creampies

Tbh he could give Sanemi a run for his money on this one (and his job at the Hostess donut filling plant)

The man is obsessed with his cum being in you. He’s not satisfied until it’s leaking out of you, and you’re laying on your back, knees against your chest, unable to do anything but hum in contentment because you’re so full of him. He will watch it trickle out of you, and then shove his still-hard cock right back in to give you one more load because fuck you look so sexy when you’re leaking him.  

bestie how do you think babies are made 

But if he’s not cumming inside of you, he is fascinated with cumming on your tits/face. The sight of his pearly seed covering your skin as you swipe your fingers through it, happily licking it from your hands is 100% guaranteed to make him rock-hard again

He always needs to be touching you in some way, but he especially loves holding onto your waist while plunging deep into you. It doesn’t matter if he’s on the bottom or the top — he just needs to hold you.

[dragon-ascent]

Headcanon that Morax gets cuteness-aggression, but this aggression manifests in...strange ways.

He sees little children playing and suddenly there's a meteor shower in some far-off stretch of the deserts somewhere.

A little puppy yaps excitedly and licks his outstretched hand, and just then a new mountain range arises in northwest Liyue. A tiny bird of spring perches on his shoulder and goes "cheep cheep" and then Huaguang Stone Forest gets some new additions to its geography.

He finds you, just minding your own business as usual and??? Where the heck did this earthen pillar sprout from, and why are you suddenly sitting on top of it?? And why is your god standing there looking at you like that??

[writingoddess1125]

'Unique' Kinks

Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Buggy, Shanks, Mihawk X GNReader

⚠️ Warnings ⚠️ Sex- All types. Yeah-

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Luffy-

Biting {aka Odaxelagnia}/Food Play

• Everyone knows Luffy loves to eat, It's one of the pillars of his personality afterall

• However the extent of this is also in the bedroom. He loves to bite his significant other

- You couldn't help but blush as Luffy looked over your naked form. His eyes gleaming in a primal joy youd never seen in his gaze before. Smiling brightly and grabbing the chocolate sauce he had snagged from the kitchen he began to pour it over you.

"C-Cold!" You whimper out, But Luffy giggled at this. Leaning down were he had placed the syrup, aka your thighs and began to livk the gentle skin. Earning a embarrassed moan from you as the man continued to livk the chocolate syrup from your skin- His eyes gleamed at this as he smirked.

Giving a surprised yelp and jump suddently as Luffy bit down on the tender flesh slowly but deeply, pulling away to give a delicate kiss over the bruised skin.

"Delicious~"

• You leave every morning with new bites and bruises on your body- Especially on your thighs and throat.

• Don't dare cover then either! He wants everyone to see them and if you do will put them in places were you can't cover them.

Sanji-

Orgasm control/Begging

• This man- While he seems like a gentleman is a bastard in bed.

• He loves to tease you and make you a sobbing mess for him- Getting off by simply watching you and hearing your cries.

- It had been hours already- His fingers carefully between your legs as he forced another near orgasm from you. Tears rolling down your cheeks as you gasp in total desperation.

"P-Please Sanji!" You all but sob out, your hips bucking up to his as your legs shake from the rising build of your orgasm. Shallow gasp leaving you as you were seconds away from cumming- Before the evil man pulled his fingers away.

"Please! No no!!" You beg loudly in need.

"Aww~" He purred out, earning a desperate whimper from you as he licked his fingers clean.

"Not Yet~"

• Will let you cum- Sometimes. Depending on his mood that day.. or week

• Sometimes will make sure you don't cum for days before randomly giving you the biggest orgasm you can imagine- Savoring every moment of your blissed out state

Zoro-

Impact play/DomSub

• Zoro had a fascination when it came to you- mainly the way your skin would bounce and move when his hands slapped it.

• Your thighs being his favorite part about you.

- You grip onto the edge of the bed tightly, panting hard as the toy deep inside of you kept you from thinking straight.

"What number was that (Y/N)?" You heard Zoros voice, the feeling of his hand rubbing against the sore skin of your thighs as he inspected the reddness- His fingers working to nestle the toy back aa deeply into as possible.

"I-I lost count" You admit, your voice shaking as you hear Zoros sigh in disappointment- the thin leather of the belt rubbing across your skin.

"Guess we will have to start over" He hummed, before a quick snap of the leather across your skin drew a yelp from you- The sting paired with the arousal making you burn, a whimpering 'o-one' leaving your voice making Zoro chuckle.

"Count them out Clearly Pet~"

• Will soothe you afterwards with soft words and gentle rubs- His massive hands massaging away at the red skin

• You have to play off why it hurts to much to sit the next morning- Zoro just smirking into his drink

Buggy-

Exhibitionism/Humiliation

• This shouldn't be a surprise- Buggy loves the spotlight afterall.

• As his favorite toy he brings you everywhere with him naked as the day you were born.

- "I want the prop more to the left-" Buggy called out, Waving his hand at some crew members as they moved the massive painted prop. You however holding onto the Captian for dear life-

He'd had you seated on his cock for well over an hour now on his lap and facing him, your face delicately tucked into his shoulder- he was hitting every bundle of nerves inside you and just not moving. His fingers rubbing invisible patterns on your naked back.

You rock your hips for a second, but feel him grab your hips suddently.

"Don't be a total slut, did I tell you to move?" He growled in your ear, clearly amused by your attempt as you whimper into his shoulder.

"So Dirty~"

• Will of course fuck your brains out once you've cum a few times from just sitting on his lap or his fingers working their way between your legs lazily.

Shanks-

Wax play/Sensory Dep

• Most would expect Shanks to use something with his Haki- But no. He loves the warmth and Intimacy of wax play, for himself or his partners.

• Having a warm light basking over the both of your forms as gentle wax washes over his form

- Darkness and warmth- That's all you felt. You had been blindfolded by your partner earlier in the night. Deprived of sight and laying on your stomach in bed, feeling his hand rub oil on your skin as he said he had a special surprise. You waited in anticipation as you heard him shuffle around you-

'Drip'

A surprised gasp left you as the first few drops fell onto your skin, Warmth beading on your sensitive skin as more drops fell over your body and eventually hardening on the tender flesh.

Wax-

Feeling Shanks paint your skin in a erotic artwork of wax, how each splash and drop lit you up like fireworks. Especially since you couldn't feel were they were coming from-

"F-Fuck~"

You moan out as you feel the hot wax run down your back, pooling at the base of your back as the sensation of warmth coated your skin. Shanks chuckling at this as you felt him kiss your shoulder softly-

"A Masterpiece~"

• The best however is afterwards- He loves the sweet Intimacy of working his oiled hand over your body and taking off the wax which often tickles-

• Raveshes you in sweet embraces as you giggled from the cooled wax leaving your body.

Mihawk-

Shibari

• Mihawk likes careful control- That applies with sex as well.

• He will buy the most expensive rope he can to decorate your skin, maybe some toys also to add to his design.

- "Don't Move Little One" Mihawk purred out in your ear, His hands running over your body with firmness and confidence. The soft purple rope he had purchased in his hands as he carefully tightened it over your wrist- Warmth flooding your face as you can give only a pathetic noise.

Clearly pleased with this he tightened it further. Securing your wrist behind your head with your elbows pointed at the ceiling leaving you open and vulnerable.

"That's it~ Very good" He praised, Securing the rope around your torso and decorating it with a series of knots that made you unable to move or fuss- Long fingers working over your ass as he knotted tour legs in a bent state, forcing you to remain spread open for him to enjoy and watch.

"Last step" He hummed, His fingers brushing teasingly at your arousal- chuckling at hearing you wimper. With ease he hooked the excess rope up to the pull above and began to pull you up suspending you perfectly in the air as he walked around you- admiring your form.

"Beautiful"

• Will admire his work and take a sip of wine as he stares at your suspended form, Walking around you like you're a fine peice of art work for his gaze only.

• Will tease your body as you're left at his mercy to enjoy.

Bonus!!

Crocodile-

Voyeurism/BDSM

• To put it simply- He likes to watch..

• You are his favorite toy, his favorite thing to gaze upon like a sunset on the sea-

- You blush and whimper out a moan as you bounce on the rather large dildo under you, you'd already cum twice in 30 minutes but you couldn't let up now- especially with how excited he looked..

Crocodile Sat in a chair a few feet infront of you, a cigar to his lips as he watched your closely- The way your body jiggled and moved with each bounce of the toy, the redness of your skin- and especially the chain clasp tightned around your abused nipples. It was perfect.

"S-Sir" You whimper out, he smirks at your choice of word. Sitting forward as his fingers reached out and grabbed the chains on your chest, tugging on them.

"Faster" He commanded, a broken moan leaving you at his grasp on the clasp as you begin to bounce faster. Your cries getting louder before you sink down fully and cum- Shivering in pleasure as you look up at him teary eyed and too sensitive-

"One more go around~"

• Crocodile won't touch you, Not for a while anyway- Maybe using his sand to caress parts of your exposed form

• But eventually it will get too much for him and he will sleep with you. Rough and hard- Often breaking whatever furniture you happen to be lying on.

[fuckmyskywalker]

18+ smut, hints of hypersexual aotc!anakin, dry humping, mild exhibitionism.

"Shh— be quiet. If Obi-Wan hears us, we are screwed," Anakin whispers from behind you, sliding two fingers inside your mouth. He pushes your chest harder against one of the pillars of the Jedi Temple's great hall, crushing against the concrete and his twitching body. "I'm almost done, I promise."

You shake his fingers out of your mouth, licking the drool that trickles down your lips. "And what about me?" You object, arching your back as much as the position allows you to.

"I promise I'll make it up to you, I promise," He pouts, feeling already guilty. He lowers your pants just a little more, rubbing his erection against the stretched fabric that covers your asscheeks. The blue cotton has a large wet patch from the pre-cum that leaks from the swollen tip, but you can wash those later. That is if Anakin doesn’t steal them when he sneaks into your bedroom late at night— you know what he does with them, either jerk or smell them— which is becoming a problem actually, and it’s not like you have the necessary income to buy a new pack of panties every month. 

“Hurry up, I have things to do” You urge him, biting your lower lip and swallowing a high-pitched moan every time Anakin bends his knees slightly to rub the tip against your folds. He can see how wet you are, he just wants to dive in, to feel your tight walls milking him dry— fuck, he’s not going to last long if he keeps thinking about it. 

A strained choke falls down his chapped lips when he comes, covering your panties and exposed lower back with thick spurts of cum. “Fuck me— thank you, thank you so much,” He groans quietly, squeezing the base of his cock and tapping the tip against your ass, watching the last beads of his load be absorbed by the fabric. “I’ll do whatever you want tonight, I mean it. I really needed you, thank you.”

He helps you adjust your pants, and you try to ignore the uncomfortable wet feeling of both your neglected pussy and his mess in your underwear. Anakin kisses your temple, caressing your cheek before deciding one kiss is not enough. Showering your face with kisses, you can’t help but giggle and wrap your arms around his hips, bringing him closer until he finally meets your lips.

“I love you,” Your boyfriend murmurs, smiling against your lips. “I need you all the damn time. Just thinking about you makes my dick hard.”

[chaldeanu]

spectacle ノ neuvillette . furina

ৎ୭ ₊ ˙ ⊹ . 1.5k ノ fem reader — threesome . furina is mostly only watching and praising you two ノ furina is still an achron and in her residence in palais mermonia . set before 2.2 ノ use of toys made of water . masturbation ノ cumming inside . teasing going every way . fingering . nipple play

“lady furina, is this alright?”

at your question, she hums with satisfaction, nodding with her eyes closed — long lashes flutter flirtatiously, and she bites her pink lips at the sight.

she takes the utmost pleasure in making you feel good and seeing your lovely face twist in excitement, little beads of sweat shimmering just like the diamond dust in the air, while the early sun seeps through laced curtains into the sitting room.

with the tips of her gloved fingers, she teases your nipples, tracing slow circles. her touch causing you to shudder as it trails down your stomach, leaving goosebumps on the way, a pattern of her fascination.

neuvillette spreads your legs wide, and you can feel yourself leaking, quivering, and throbbing as he makes himself comfortable under you, pulling your hips onto him from behind. you are now seated on his lap, both of you on the sofa, the sapphire velvet of cushions and decorative pillows tossed to the side to make space.

a quiet whine slips from your mouth as the girl’s nails press into the inner sides of your thighs, pushing them apart until your muscles ache with a pleasant tingle. her touch leaves sizzling marks fading within a moment, and to meet her expectations, you arch your back as you sink onto the man below you. his girth is palpable, and it takes you a moment to get used to him inside. she traces the wet line in between your folds, glistening from arousal, where the pliant flesh of your petals throbs and leaks pearls of moisture just to ease the intrusion of the draconic cock.

“ah!” you yelp, instinctively trying to shut your knees, but his powerful grip keep you open for him, at his mercy.

the goddess of justice watches as he thrusts up slowly but sharply into you. a moan escapes your lips — you tilt your head back, and he licks the nape of your neck and wraps his arms around your torso, holding you tight as he slides in and out. the view absolutely fascinated her, so close to the source that if she decided to poke out her tongue, she could lick your cunt. but she won’t do that. you’re stuffed enough already, whimpering and weak from taking the whole of his erection. on the contrary, his balls hang tightly and alone, almost begging to be fondled with.

neuvillette leans slightly, and the archon takes the hint. her fingers wrap around his sack, massaging them gently, then more firmly. she cups them, licking and nibbling, working her way along the skin with kisses.

you are a mess, and he enjoys you writhing from the sensation — the two godlike presences acting in tandem to bring pleasure to each other, and you’re stuck between, doubting if it’s real to be graced by their lust. they cannot see how your insides stretch around the cock that paves its way deeper, yet it doesn’t stop them from imagining what a wonderful job they’re doing.

further down, her wet muscle causes him to harden, which only makes you whimper and squeeze him even more; the feeling similar to mounting a marbled pillar. her fingers move around and tease him, and his balls throb against her mouth. your juices trickle down his base, right onto the deity’s greedy tongue.

“so good!” she coos, looking up at your face and locking the lapis irises with your hazy ones. the look on furina’s is pure lechery; her cheeks are painted pink, and the colour is starting to creep up her nose as well. her trembling lips, marked with an incandescent residue of your essence, betray her excitement.

neuvillette locks your arms behind, between his chest and your back, his strong yet gentle grip on your wrists keeping you in the perfect arch as he continues to fuck you. the young woman spreads you open even further, pulling the flesh with her thumbs. she can hear the filthy sounds of the iudex gliding in and out, hypnotised by the erotic waltz of how your cunt swallows his cock whole over and over.

he releases a hot, shaky breath as her palm strokes and presses against his shaft while his tip remains inside you, then rubs her fingers at the point where the two of you unite with a dew of love gracing the flesh.

“lady furina, stop your ministrations for now...” he grunts into your shoulder, trying not to cum here and there.

“ah, sorry! you two were so cute and fucked out! i couldn’t resist!” she giggles innocently and stands up. she is dripping too, her thighs glisten from the arousal that runs down in little streams she seems not to notice.

the judge adjusts himself on the sofa — not once breaking an intimate contact between your bodies. he holds you by the hips, hands on the sides, and lifts you until all but the head of his cock is out, then sits you back down. you squeal from the sudden friction, so hard and sharp. your walls tighten around him, and furina smiles widely at the sight. resting on the opposite side of you two in the lavish armchair, her palm in an elegant gesture summoning her water spirits. they form two toys — one long and phallic-shaped, the other more round and thick.

“allow me to enjoy myself as you two make such a pretty spectacle…”

she spreads her legs wide, her pussy exposed, wet, and twitching with need. she pushes the tip of the water dildo in, letting out a content sigh as the magic substance stretches her open in a slippery manner, crystalline liquid gushing droplets on her clit.

once more, the iudex glides you up and down on his length until his tempo turns erratic, matching the one set by his esteemed mistress. you are helpless, pinned to him like a butterfly with a pin to the board, impaled in every sense, your body and your soul intertwined within the pool of ecstasy. you let him move you as he pleases, and you watch the young goddess in front of you as she begins fucking herself, thrusting her hips up into the liquid erection and shoving the other, round toy into her mouth, bobbing her head.

“dear, i insist and ask of you, don’t break on me yet, alright?” you hear a sultry voice next to your ear, making you jolt a little. he bites the tip of your earlobe to bring your attention back, forcing a squeak out of your throat from the sudden sting. “our beloved archon wants the show to go on…”

“monsieur neuvillette…” you murmur weakly, and he purrs as to approve your resolve.

the white-haired damsel spares no glances towards your little dialogue, busy enjoying herself, thrusting the watery sculpture, drooling around the bubble in her mouth until the liquids combine. her eyes flutter closed as her hips buck up to meet the hydro shape halfway, her toes curled, and a an expression of utter delight on her face. she speeds up; her legs shake, her breathing ragged, and moans escaping her throat. the cock that stretches her open throbs in the rhythm of her pulse, linking all three of you in the same tantrum.

the man groans into your shoulder, and his grasp turns stronger, numb around your frame. you feel him twitch inside you, getting bigger and pulsating; your cunt is soaked, squelching, and so, so weak as it welcomes the finale. his movements grow frantic, and after a few more thrusts, his muscles tense, and he draws you down, snug against his pelvis, impaling you to the hilt with his shaft, his seed bursting hot and thick inside. you moan out, overwhelmed, and furina reaches her orgasm at the sight of you two, together. her vision goes hazy, head empty that she can no longer control the toys, and they dissolve into small drops as her pussy clenches around moisture, hungry and aching, overflowing with both her essence and the water.

the iudex holds you close while catching his breath, his forehead glistening in puny sweat, his length still nuzzled deep against your insides, descending from his high. there’s a gentle applause reverberating in the air — with her complexion dewy and her hair dishevelled, the goddess lies limp and pleased on the armchair. she looks at the two of you and sighs.

“thank you both, this was a lovely performance, just as i expected! and you, my dear sweetheart,” the archon says, gazing directly at you, “look so dazzling in the embrace of our esteemed judge…”

neuvillette kisses your shoulder and gently, oh so slowly, lifts you off him, cum and juices seeping from the tip of his cock onto the plush carpets below. furina stands up with shaky legs, and you are enveloped in her hug, warm and comfortable.

“now, how should we proceed? a bath, perhaps?” the man suggests, fixing the ruffled tufts of your hair, but his iridescent eyes lock on the goddess before him.

“yes, yes. and macaroons! we shall all have macaroons too!” she declares with giggle, plump face against yours when she nuzzles like a kitten towards the entangled bodies.

ৎ୭ ₊ ˙ ⊹ . author’s note ノ i can’t remember if i ever posted it… perhaps it was in my queue, but then i changed my mind. it’s a rewritten scenario i came up with after making a longer version with the same threesome. because i just love their dynamic when there’s a third person involved, hehe <3

[certainlynotasimp]

Okay, first of all, how are you? Hope you’re doing well! Drink plenty of water, stay hydrated- Second off, your Sunny fics? *chef’s kiss* so mainly, what if anybody made Sunny cry and Miguel had to find out about it? And Sunny’s trying not to make it seem like a big deal in order to keep Miguel from, you know, absolutely obliterating anyone.

Come on, Baby, Cry.

((Miguel O' Hara X Female! Reader))

A/N: Oh my goodness, thank you so much for the compliment. All my readers? *Extra chef's kisses* I am very hydrated and I got so excited to write this for you and to add some angsty content lol. I hope you enjoy this and let me know if you are disappointed or if you love it.

A/N: I also wanna address two things before I post this too. 1) thank you so much to the anon who asked me to include translations for the Spanish phrases as I was honestly not thinking about doing that. I will do better to include the translations at the end of the fics. 2) There are gonna be some triggering topics explored in this one-shot so if you don't want to hear about near injuries to children or child loss, then I understand if you don't want to read it. Feel free to enjoy my other fanfics and here's the post where you can stay notified on happier Sunny and Miggy fanfics.

Warnings: Grumpy x Sunshine, Barely using (Y/N) ((Sunny is just their nickname, not their actual name.)), Female pronouns, PTSD, Mentions of Child Loss, Endangerment of a Child ((No children were actually hurt, just traumatized)), Trauma, Comforting, Fluff, Angry Miguel, and Google Translate Spanish.

The room fills with squeals and giggles as the chase between the chubby toddler and the jumping spider. Mayday swings her little self around the corridor as the young woman follows behind amused by how agile the little tyke was. 

‘Maybe she’ll make a good sidekick in the future.’ The smiling woman muses in her mind before a bloody image flashes in her mind. Shaking her head, she clears the idea out of her mind as Mayday reaches an open window. 

Her quick scream of horror as she accidentally swings herself out of the window causes the woman’s blood to run cold as she flings herself out of the window after her. “MAYDAY!”

The adrenaline coming from her heightened fear causes the whole thing to appear to be trapped in time as the spider woman falls with the screeching infant falling inches away. Tears clouded her vision as she shoots out her webbing to the pillars around them as the images of flames lick at her eyes. 

So many flames, and too many buildings at once. Screams and pleas from below as she tries to be there. They didn’t matter to her, not at that moment. The only one who mattered was him. Did he scream like that too or did he not even feel it?

Using her webbing, she quickly creates a hammock for Mayday to fall on a few feet from the ground, thankfully trapping the wailing infant so she can’t escape. Unfortunately, reality doesn’t set in time for the spider as she slams into the titanium flooring below, knocking the air out of her lungs.

Many spidermen gathered as they heard the commotion, but she could only focus her blurry vision above her as she tries to regain her sight. A familiar blur of bright pink swings up and grabs the ball of ginger hair in a muddled mess of cries. He quickly drops down to where the disoriented woman was splayed out below with the whimpering infant in his arms.

“Hey, Sunny, you alright?” Peter calls his friend. The damage didn’t look bad from the outside, but he was sure she had some nasty concussion with how she was looking at him.

Hobie crouches down beside the crumbled girl and carefully lifts her head up with one hand. “Oi, Sunshine, you there?” He mutters as he looks into her eyes. He holds up his hand and makes three fingers pop up. “How many fingers do you see, love?”

With a cough, the woman croaks out, “Three?” Her eyes begin to focus as her enhanced healing works out the stars in her vision. With the help of Hobie and Peter, she stands up with a whimper at the feeling of her shattered ribs forming back together. “Damn, I forgot that falling several feet actually hurt.” She attempts to joke despite her wheezing breath. The crowd around them laughs as Peter sighs in relief.

“Thank god, you’re alright.” Peter mourns as a glint of regret shines in his eyes. “I’m sorry for all this, Sunny. I shouldn’t have let her bring the web shooter here. She almost swings herself out of the window all the time and MJ told me that one day I won’t be there to help the next time it happens.” Mayday’s cries end as she sees her favorite play partner up and well as she shows off her gummy smile.

“Well, luckily I was here to save the day.” The disoriented spider muses as she returns the infant’s smile as the men chuckle. The crowd dissipates leaving the injured spider with her two friends.

“I’m still really sorry, P. I got distracted and didn’t see that the window was open.” She winces as she blames herself for being so neglectful.

“Don’t sweat it, kid. This little rascal will probably send me to an early grave with all the mischief she causes.” Peter jokes as he tickles his now roaming daughter, chuckling at her excited squeals.

“Good thing you don’t have a kid, Sunny.” Hobie chuckles. “You would lose them in a heartbeat.”

The bright atmosphere shatters as the woman abruptly pulls away from her friends. The men look at her confused until they saw the look in her eyes. The normal warm and inviting gaze that they all thrived under was gone, only a dark void was staring back at them. Their light now shining in hurt and sadness as memories cloud her mind. Her lip trembles in a tight line as tears begin to roll down her face. 

Hobie looks confused at the sudden shift, but Peter realizes something as he looked at his trembling friend. Her eyes burned with tears as they locked with his. She had a haunted look about her. It's a look only parents can ever understand and fear. The look Peter himself almost experienced. “Hey,(y-” Before Peter can comfort her, she activates her mask and turns invisible before running off, her muffled sobs leaving them speechless.

Hobie groans as he realizes two things. One, he just made the sweetest person in the world cry. And Two,...

Miguel is gonna kill him.

~~~~~~~

The warm glow of the portal illuminates the surveillance room as the blue spider steps out covered in a musty yellow goo. Lyla smirks as she observes the little chucks slipping onto the ground as Miguel attempts to dust off the slime from his large shoulders.

“Was your mission successful, boss?” The assistant snarks as she sends out a little robot to follow the annoyed Spiderman. The little bug-like contraption eagerly swallows up the disgusting mess Miguel left as he walks up to the platform. “The anomaly was captured and disposed of. Next time, warn me if William Baker is made of anything except sand.” He grumbles as the sound of the little robot annoyed him even more. 

“I’ll make a note of that.” The AI giggles as she downloads the mission info from Miguel’s gizmo. “Also ‘Miss Sunshine’ is here and she doesn’t seem too happy.” She says before fading out.

Miguel’s eyes widen upon hearing that his sunny partner was upset. She was never upset. Never. With concern eating away at him, Miguel shoots out a web and swings himself to the platform above. He lands softly as he sees the scene in front of him.

His sunshine sat in his usual seat in front of the monitor. Her costume was dirty with a chest compression brace wrapped around her ribs as her choked sobs wheeze out of her. Her mask was off as her head rested against the ice pack in her hand, her back leaned forward as her attention was focused on the image before her.

He already knew what was on the screen.

He knew that file name by heart just like how he knows Gabriella’s.

File SW-0001425

World 16457-0

Spider-Woman- (Y/N) (L/N)

Age of infection- 23

Occupation- Intern Medical Research Assistant in the Genetics Department of { REDACTED } working under Dr. {REDACTED}

Sacrifice: Ben (L/N), age 4, Son of (Y/N) (L/N), 1 year into being Spiderwoman

Cause of death: Blunt Force trauma and Smoke inhalation caused by a multi-location attack caused by { REDACTED}

Status of Universe: DESTROYED

On the screen, the laughing face of a younger Sunny shines as a chubby cheek of a baby boy with dark curls smooshes into hers. The faint sound of a child mimicking the smooch of a kiss can be heard as the overexaggerated gasp of the woman causes the toddler to squeal. “That was such a sweet kiss, Benny. Can mommy have another one?” The sweet voice soured the air as the sobbing woman mournfully watches her baby boy.

The baby she failed.

Miguel approaches behind her and slowly takes the mouse from her weak grasp. The broken woman sighs as she realizes her miggy is here with her now, but doesn’t turn to look at him as he pauses the video. Her baby’s matching eyes stare right back at her before Miguel turns the chair around to face him as his mask disintegrates. His eyes glow red under the light of the monitors as he searched her sore eyes. Her face was red with a noticeable bruise along the left side of her face. Tears and snot crusted over her soft features as her lips remained turned into a trembling whisper. Her pupil shone in self-loathing and searching for his comfort. He could tell that this episode isn’t just one of her low days, something happened.

Something happened and he wasn’t here to stop it.

Miguel closes his eyes as his hand caresses her cheek. The warmth of her flushing face nuzzling into his palm allowed him to ground his rage as he focuses his gaze back onto his beloved.

“Mi luz, ¿qué pasó?” He seethes as he looks deep into her eyes. 

She shakes her head as she tries to avoid looking into his concerned ruby gaze. The glass bridge was already cracked as she internally debated with sobbing everything that happened into his warm embrace or to protect her friend from the wrath she knows Miguel will unleash if he knows what was said. The warmth of his other palm cupping her cheek, guiding her to a wandering eye to look at his frowning face nearly broke her.

“It was nothing, Miggy…”She whispered as her voice trembled again. She tried to control her eyes from unknowingly confessing while she tries to bite the wobbling pout. “It was an accident…”

“What.” Miguel runs his thumb under her abused mouth as a piece of her disheveled hair was swept back. “Happened?” His demand is punctuated as he holds her in his stare. His eyes burned with barely contained fury and protectiveness as he studied her reactions. “Odio verte como la suya, mi amor.” He admits with a sigh.

Leaning forward, Miguel places a firm kiss on her forehead as his beloved’s breath shudders at his touch. The gentle heat under his touch left her trembling as the glass began to crack. “Let me ease your pain…” He whispers as he trails his kisses down to her eyelids. “These eyes are meant to be filled with happiness, not sorrow…” The cracks deepen as he gently kisses her nose. “I can’t undo what has happened…” The corners of her lips were caressed by his as his nose brushed against her cheeks causing her eyes to meet his mirrors. Her sorrow and helplessness are reflected in his ruby eyes as he kneels on the ground between her legs. A silent plea breaks the resolve she built as he mutters into her ear.

“Please, mi sol, at least let me feel your pain too…It's me and you against the universe remember…Por favor no me dejes solo ... No quiero perderte de nuevo.” He begs as the tension shatters. 

With her arms snaking around his shoulders, the little spider confesses all that happened hours prior into his ear. Each detail, each scar, burned into his mind as she clung to his neck and hair. His inferno of rage almost imploded until he looked back into her eyes again. The relief of letting go of all of her troubles made her face look years younger as she looked at him with her big vulnerable eyes. 

Hobie will have to wait. His love needed him now.

In a silent nod, Miguel wrapped her weak legs around his waist before he stood up. Feeling her snuggling into his throat, he carries her toward her room down the hallway while the annoying robot follows them to clean up the mess. As he enters the room, he releases some of his anger by smashing the bug with his foot. 

“What was that, Miggy?” She croaks as she weakly tries to look over his shoulder.

“Just a bug,” He sighs as he approaches her dresser and grabs his spare set of clothes from his drawer. “You want your clothes or mine?”

“Yours…” She shyly admits as he feels the heat returning to the cheek on his neck. 

“Muy bien, niña bonita. Lo que quieras.” He whispers as he grabs another set of clothes that he knows will swallow her. With that, he carries them into her personal bathroom and spent the night slowly bringing back his sunshine.

~~~~~~~~

A deep scream rings out through the Lobby as they see a flash of blue fury tackles the residential metal head into the ground. Peter hurries to save his colleague along with a few other Spidermen as Mayday laughs at the anarchist getting thrashed by the clawed man spewing Hispanic curses at him.

~~~~~~~~~

Translations:

Mi luz, ¿qué pasó? - My light, what happened?

mi sol - my sun

Por favor no me dejes solo ... No quiero perderte de nuevo. -Please don't leave me alone...I don't want to lose you again

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[faetreides]

Feral feral Anakin fucking you every second of the day because he can’t get enough of you and is overly obsessed

send me coryo, luke castellan, or anakin asks (this is a threat)

implied canon compliant prequels and childhood friend afab royalty reader (basically in padme's place) based on an upcoming fic

This is canon Anakin behavior actually, he's like a big dog with his favorite chew toy. The dog obviously loves the toy a lot but it's because of his love that the toy becomes well used. No matter how tattered it becomes, the dog will still curl around it and spend its days licking the hell out of it until it withers away.

I think that because of how he grew up, just a little boy on some ball of sand whose life really didn't belong to him, as soon as he's free from that he just unravels. I love Anakin being written as more unhinged or even slightly like an eldritch horror, because suddenly he has this big destiny laid out in front of him and the tethers holding his soul together inevitably come unhooked. I think that he's wired like that from the beginning, very passionate but without a means to express it.

So, when he meets you, little royal heir with all the stars of the galaxy in your eyes, he tells a familiar story about an angel and from then on, it's over for him. Every moment of his life orbits around the sun in his solar system, you.

The first think he thinks when he sees you again, is how your moans would echo off the windows when he eats you out on one of the couches. Then he imagines your perfectly manicured hands clawing delicious ribbons down his back while he rabidly pounds your sopping wet pussy against the wall of your huge walk-in closet in your apartment. He'd have to hold a hand over your mouth, but he wouldn't do a thing to clean up the slicks that drips out of your pussy onto the floor. You'd pout as you'd rush to get ready before Obi-Wan came back, and all he'd be able to do in response is hook his chin over your shoulder and smile.

"No, it's because I'm so in love with you."

You're leaning against a balcony overlooking a lake in Naboo and all he can think about as he strokes a shy finger down your back is hiking your dress up and bending you over it. You're chained to a pillar in between him and Obi-Wan, and when all is said and done, he wishes he killed everybody that was relishing in your suffering in that arena and fucked you with their blood coating his body. He could go on forever until the last grain of sand on Tatooine flies away. He'd have gotten you barefoot and pregnant immediately if the leash around his neck was any looser.

No matter the fantasy or the moment, you always have at least one mark on you. He's not patient enough for hickies and his fingers move too quickly for any serious bruises to form on your body. He favors bite marks, near perfect impressions of his teeth etched in your soft skin. He doesn't bite to tear, just does his repeated 'chomp!'s without a single thought in his head; your thighs bear the brunt of it. Anakin likes when drops of blood bead at the surface of the bites, because then he can lick the bites soothingly. You usually have to run your fingers through his hair to get him to come back to himself when he starts doing it on autopilot with his eyes rolled back.

"Yes, yes, yessssss.... love fucking my cunt, missed making love to my sloppy pussy. Taking my dick so well, keep breathing with me, my love. That's it, just like that."

His way of saying good morning is languid strokes deep in your guts. His way of saying good night is crazed thrusts that have him putting it back it when his frenzied pace causes his length to slip out. He has is so hard sometimes, determined to carry the entire galaxy on his shoulders with you on top of it. You can the rising anger that builds within him when everything he does to prove himself goes unrecognized. The best way he has to ignore all of that outside responsibility is knocking your sweaty body up the bed while you're clutching the headboard for dear life.

Anakin's emotions bleed from him so openly, and all you have to do is drink them in. Because even though he wasn't free when he met you, you owned him them with his gift around your neck. You own him now, your cervix kissing his mushroom tip in its own display of affection. He is supposed to live his life with the intention to be the force's son, but he is burning to ash faster than he is fulfilling his destiny; at least he can keep you and your future children warm.

[i-turned-into-the-stone]

[Commissioned]

Defiled Heroine: Arin - Oh My Girl

Tags: Rape, Fantasy, Superpower, Parody(?), Villain And Heroine, BBC, Degradation, Musk Kink, Armpits Kink, Body Odor, Body Worship (feet), Throat Fuck, Belly Bulge, Creampie

Character(s): Arin × Male Reader Ft. Sunmi

Word Count: 10, 785

A/N: Hello! I'm alive! Sorry for disappearing. IRL stuff got in the way somehow. I got this commission a while back but took some (long) time to finish it so thanks to the requester for being understanding. As you can see in the tags, it's not for everyone but for those who don't mind, enjoy!

It's a dark and gritty world that you rule with an iron fist. The underworld caters to all manner of vices - drug dealing, human trafficking, illegal arms trade, you name it. 

You are the kingpin, the untouchable overlord who lords over it all. Your influence spreads far and wide, your tentacles ensnaring anyone who dares cross you.

But then that meddlesome little girl in the sailor uniform showed up. Sailor Purity, they call her - a mere child who somehow managed to bring you down. 

You can't believe it. How could someone so small and insignificant defeat you, the great and powerful ruler of the underworld? It's an insult, a stain on your reputation that you refuse to accept.

In the throes of your death, you feel a dark presence materialize. The devil himself has come to offer you a second chance - a chance to rise from the ashes and take your revenge on that wretched Sailor Purity. 

All he demands in return is your soul, to use as his own twisted form of entertainment, to watch you exact revenge. Without a moment's hesitation, you strike the deal. 

With the devil's powers coursing through you, you are reborn. Superhuman strength, agility, and endurance - nothing will stop you from hunting down that pathetic heroine and making her pay. 

But the devil has an even more sinister gift for you - knowledge of Sailor Purity's deepest, darkest weakness. You now know the one thing that can bring her to her knees, that can make her beg for mercy.

You will show her the true meaning of pain and humiliation. She will learn to submit to you, to grovel at your feet. 

This is your one chance, and you refuse to let it slip through your fingers. Sailor Purity's reign of justice is about to come to a bitter, brutal end.

You look down at your hands, feeling the new powers coursing through your every vein under the bright moonlight. 

The cool night air caresses your bare skin - the devil has sent you back to the mortal world, deep in the forest at the border of town, without a stitch of clothing on your body.

A sultry voice calls out your name. "Lord Muteba." 

You turn to see a brunette woman in a skimpy res latex outfit that only barely covers her ample soft assets. This must be the villainess the devil has promised to be by your side.

"Ah, Sun Mi, isn't it?" you ask, licking your lips hungrily as you take in her form. Your thick, veiny cock instantly springs to life at the sight of her, a sign of your new vigor.

"Yes, my lord," she responds with a smirk, approaching you. Her fingertip trails down your dark-skinned, tattooed chest, stopping just above your throbbing manhood. 

You can already tell she is eager to please, and you intend to put that eagerness to the test and command her to transport you both to your abandoned base. 

In a swirl of purple smoke, you disappear, ready to begin rebuilding your empire and plotting your revenge against that meddlesome Sailor Purity.

This time, you will not be defeated. You will crush her, make her beg for mercy, and teach her the true meaning of submission. Your one chance at redemption is here, and you refuse to let it slip away.

The knowledge of Sailor Purity's weakness burns brightly in your mind, a sinister gift from the devil himself. Now, all you need is the perfect bait to lure the nosy heroine out of hiding. 

Your gaze settles on the towering agriculture company, the very pillar that keeps this small town alive. Yes, that will do nicely. 

You will orchestrate its destruction, taking the CEO and researchers hostage inside the building. Sailor Purity will surely come rushing to their rescue, unable to resist the opportunity to flaunt her "justice."

You may no longer have any loyal followers, but that hardly matters. You have Sun Mi by your side, and together, you are more than enough to handle that pathetic heroine.

With a twisted grin, you turn to your sultry assistant. "Sun Mi, I want that agriculture company reduced to rubble, and those precious hostages ready to receive us." Your cock throbs with anticipation as you imagine Sailor Purity’s horrified expression. "It's time to show Sailor Purity the true meaning of pain.”

Sun Mi returns your grin, her eyes glinting with malicious intent. "As you wish, my lord." Without further ado, she sets the plan in motion, ready to lure your nemesis into your trap.

The rumors of your return have spread like wildfire through the small town, and Arin, in her civilian guise as a college student, hears them buzzing all around her. 

The memories of her past confrontation with you, Lord Muteba, send a shiver down her spine. She had defeated you completely - or so she thought. The idea that you could have come back from the dead is simply unthinkable. 

Surely, this must be the work of some lowly criminal, trying to stir up fear and make a name for themselves. And yet, Arin can't shake the growing sense of unease that settles in the pit of her stomach. Something about these rumors doesn't sit right with her.

Her worst fears are realized when the town's sole agriculture company suddenly erupts in a fiery explosion that night. Without hesitation, Arin transforms, donning her iconic Sailor Purity costume. 

The purple bow on her chest strains against her firm bosom, the red skirt swishing alluringly around her shapely thighs. Her white gloves cup her delicate hands, leading up to the sparkling tiara that adorns her head. 

On her feet, the red heels click against the rooftop as she leaps to the scene of the disaster, her heart pounding with a mixture of trepidation and determination.

This can't be a coincidence. Arin knows in her gut that you, Lord Muteba, must be behind this. And she's ready to face you once more, to put an end to your villainous schemes for good.

As Arin rushes to the scene, her eyes take in the horrific destruction before her. Flames lick hungrily at the three-story agricultural facility, half of the building already collapsed in a heap of smoldering rubble. The employees and staff are nowhere to be seen, and Arin's heart clenches with worry for their safety. 

Without hesitation, she calls upon the power of the Sun Orb, her flame attribute blazing to life. With a sweeping gesture, she dissipates the relentless fire, clearing a path through the wreckage.

But just as she finishes, a movement catches her eye. There, atop the still-intact portion of the building, stand two figures - one she recognizes instantly. 

Your towering, muscular black frame is covered in a web of sinister tribal tattoos, your head shaved bald. And your aura... it's different, darker, more menacing than she remembers. 

Arin's eyes widen in a mix of recognition and revulsion as she takes in your nearly nude form, clad only in a tight speedo that leaves her gagging and wincing.

"Muteba," she breathes, her voice laced with disgust. "I defeated you once before, and I'll do it again."

The woman beside you, dressed in a scandalous latex dominatrix outfit, regards Arin with a cruel smirk. "My, my, the illustrious Sailor Purity graces us with her presence. How delightful."

You lick your lips hungrily, your gaze raking over Arin's shapely slim form. "Yes, the little heroine returns. But this time, the outcome will be quite different."

Arin steels herself, her hands clenching into determined fists. "We'll see about that, Muteba. Your reign of terror ends here."

Sun Mi grins wickedly, her eyes glinting with eager anticipation. "Oh, I simply can't wait to see what you're made of, Sailor Purity." With a flourish, she cartwheels off the building, landing gracefully in front of the heroine. 

"This one's mine, Lord Muteba," she calls up to you. "I want to test the limits of your precious heroine's strength."

You nod, a dark amused chuckle rumbling in your chest. "Very well, my witch. Show me what you can do."

Arin takes a defensive stance, her body thrumming with the power of the Sun Orb. "If you think I'll go easy on you, you're sorely mistaken."

Sun Mi cocks her head to the side, her purple aura flickering to life around her, blazing. "Oh, I'm counting on that, sweety. Make this fun for me, won't you?"

The villainess extends her hand, and her aura bursts forth, twisting and coiling like sinister tentacles. Arin unleashes a blazing torrent of flames, but to her shock, the dark energy simply absorbs the fire.

"What?!" Arin yells, backing away as the tendrils lash out, wrapping around her limbs. She struggles against their grip, but the more she fights, the tighter they constrict.

You watch with fascinating attention, your bulge straining against the confines of your speedo. Seeing Arin, the mighty Sailor Purity, trapped and helpless is an intoxicating sight. 

And you know her weakness is slowly but surely taking its toll, draining her strength and resolve.

Arin unleashes a burst of blazing flame into the night sky, burning away Sun Mi's dark tendrils and rushing towards the villainess with a barrage of fiery flaming attacks. 

Beams and fists of pure heat lash out, but Sun Mi's dark aura simply absorbs them, growing stronger with each impact.

The heroine's short skirt swishes as she moves, her white panties flashing with each dodge and weave. Sun Mi's scanty latex outfit clings to her sinful curves as she teleports behind Arin, wrapping an arm around the heroine's neck.

"Tell me, Sailor Purity," Sun Mi purrs, her hot breath caressing Arin's ear. "Is it true your sensitive armpits are your greatest weakness?"

Arin can't help but shudder at the villainess' words, her eyes widening in horror.

Sun Mi's grip tightens, and with a sudden, brutal movement, she suplexes Arin to the ground, the impact cracking the pavement and causing the heroine's white panties to be brazenly exposed.

"Oh, I guess it's the truth," the villainess sneers, rising to her feet and grabbing Arin's leg. With a hard slam, she sends the heroine crashing to the ground once more.

Arin grits her teeth, her body aching from the crashes. But she refuses to give in, unleashing a barrage of fireballs to force Sun Mi back. She needs to create some distance, to assess this new threat.

You watch the battle unfold, your thick, veiny cock throbbing with excitement, seeing Sailor Purity’s weakness exploited, her precious modesty compromised - it's a delicious sight. And you know, deep down, that this is only the beginning.

Arin's instincts scream at her to retreat, to regroup and assess this new, formidable threat. But her sense of justice burns too brightly to allow these criminals to run free. Plus, she needs to ensure the safety of the workers trapped inside. 

With a deep breath, she steels her resolve and prepares to launch her next attack. But just as she moves, a sudden stench presence at her back makes her heart skip a beat. 

Swinging her blazing leg around, she lashes out at you, only for you to effortlessly block her strike. Your gaze roams hungrily over her squishy ass cheeks, licking your lips.

“Well, Sailor Purity," you rumble, your voice dripping with amusement. "You used to be such a challenge. But now," Your cock throbs once again. "Now, you're just delicious."

Arin's eyes widen in alarm as she realizes the true extent of your enhanced strength. Quickly, she places herself between you and Sun Mi, ready to face you both. 

"I defeated you once before, Muteba," she cries, her voice wavering slightly. "And I will do it again, no matter how strong and how… foul you've become!"

Sun Mi lets out a mocking laugh, her sinister aura flaring to life. "Oh, Sailor Purity, you really have no idea how weak you've become, do you?" Her purple tentacles lash out, wrapping around Arin's limbs.

Arin struggles against the vice-like grip, but just like earlier, the more she fights, the tighter the tendrils constrict. "No!" she gasps, her body trembling.

You step forward, your gaze darkening with hunger. "That's it, Sun Mi. Break her. Let her feel the true extent of her pitiful useless power."

Arin's heart pounds in her chest as she's caught between the two formidable villains, her once-mighty abilities now woefully inadequate. But she refuses to give in, her determination fueling her final, desperate assault.

Arin's flame attacks and energy beams grow weaker with each strike against Sun Mi's dark aura. She should know by now that her powers are no match for the villains, but her sense of justice burns too brightly to allow her to back down.

"Justice always prevails!" she cries, launching another volley of attacks. 

But you and Sun Mi merely laugh, toying with the heroine, testing the very limits of her abilities - and the devil's claims about her weakness. To your delight, Arin's powers do indeed seem to be faltering the closer she gets to you and Sun Mi. The pungent odor of your bodies assaults her senses, making it difficult for her to focus.

"What... what is this?" Arin gasps, covering her nose with one hand as she tries to attack with the other. "You weren't this foul before!"

Sensing her growing distress, you flex your muscular chest, a deep chuckle rumbling in your throat. "That's right, Sailor Purity. I had been reborn anew! Give in to your despair! Me! Lord Muteba!”

Arin grits her teeth, jumping high into the sky to avoid Sun Mi's relentless wild acidic tentacles. Her leg bursts into flame as she shoots a powerful kick straight at you. “Take this, Muteba!!!”

You laugh uproariously, meeting the attack head-on, flexing all your, hardening your body to the max. "Yes, Sailor Purity! Show me your pathetic power!" 

The resulting explosion shakes the very ground, but when the dust clears, you stand unscathed, your speedo-clad bulge throbbing with leaking excitement.

"Is that all you've got?" you taunt, your gaze raking hungrily over Arin's trembling form as if she just hits a mountain. "I expected more from the mighty Sailor Purity."

You charge forward in a blur of motion, slamming your powerful fist deep into Arin's toned stomach. She doubles over, coughing out a thick gob of spittle as agony ripples through her frame. Without hesitating, you seize one breast, relishing how it strains against your brutal grip. With a bellow, you hurl Arin's body to the ground, creating a crater that swallows her body.

Her once pure Sailor uniform makes a hole where you gripped that tiddy, the ravaged material exposing her other perky mound to the open air. Leering down, you clasp Arin's face in one massive hand, slamming her skull mercilessly into the jagged earth. Each sickening impact cracks her tiara further as you laugh like a demented madman. Veins bulge beneath your dark, sweat-slicked skin as muscles ripple with savage glee.

Sun Mi's dexterous tentacles snake forth, coiling around Arin's bruised limbs to lift her broken form upright in a kneeling position. The proud heroine sags weakly, coughing on the overwhelming reek of your bestial musk in close proximity. Her arms are pinned at her sides, leaving Arin helpless to cover her features as the stink of your unholy arousals assaults her senses.

You and Sun Mi circle the kneeling form of Arin, peals of cruel laughter echoing off the surrounding debris. You sneer down at the once mighty "Sailor Purity," enjoying how she flinches as you recite her debased title.

"Look at you now, so-called 'Purity.' Beaten and broken, weak to mere body odor and musky filth." Your deep baritone rumbles with dark delight. 

Sun Mi slinks closer, her sweaty scented boobs brushing Arin's flushed face as she grinds her sticky slick crotch against the heroine's gasping mouth. Arin's body goes limp, sweat glistening over her curves as she's smothered in the overwhelming aromas. 

You and Sun Mi encircle her, reveling in how your heady masculine musk combines with Sun Mi's thick feminine nectar to drown the heroine's senses. Arin coughs and gags, spit trailing from her lips. With a wicked chuckle, you free your colossal ebony cock from its confines, the monstrous 11-inch meat throbbing grotesquely just inches from Arin's glazed features. 

"From now on, this is the only thing you will worship, Purity. That stupid Sun orb is not going to bless you anymore. I'll break you into a quivering, cum-addicted toy for my big black cock, you stupid justice bitch!" 

You grip Arin's dainty chin roughly, forcing her hazy-hooded eyes to take in the sheer size of your pulsating veiny manhood. "Call me 'Lord Muteba' and beg for my seed, foolish heroine!"

For a moment, defiance flares in Arin's gaze, her chest heaving weakly as she struggles to breathe through the stifling reek of your unholy fragrance. “Get–Get off me…”

Yet you sense her resolve cracking as Sun Mi's tentacles slither lecherously across her pert boobs. You relish in the helpless terror shining in Arin's eyes as you grip the thick base of your monstrous black cock. With a cruel smirk, you take that first swing and SMACK! Your veiny meat slaps across her delicate features, leaving a livid mark. 

Again you cock-slap the fallen heroine, your heavy balls swinging to batter her other cheek. You chuckle darkly at the shuddering motion of Arin's throat as she struggles not to vomit from the size and filthy scent of your looming fuckmeat. Sun Mi squats lewdly behind Arin, tentacles coiling upward to pinion the heroine's gloved arms overhead, armpits exposed and vulnerable. The vile demoness leans in close, hot breath washing over Arin's sensitive hollows.

"Look how low the mighty have fallen," Sun Mi coos wickedly before lashing that fork-split tongue forth to lave hungrily at Arin's sweet armpits. The first teasing licks draw a strangled gasp from Arin's lips as she squirms. Sun Mi bites down with sharp veneered fangs, and Arin's spine arches in shock, a mewling whimper escaping.

"P-Please...stop this!" she rasps, even as her taut body betrays the sickening sensations coursing through her veins. You stare down at the pathetic spectacle, mocking the once-mighty heroine's sensitivity.

"Mmm, you're really getting off on this now, aren't you Purity? Your sweet cunt stinks up in the air. That pathetic little pussy must be aching for release!"

Sun Mi redoubles her depraved efforts, shoving her face fully into Arin's saliva-slicked dripping pits while tentacles explore the heroine's other over-sensitive tender recess.  Arin writhes shamelessly, silken thighs quivering as impure ecstasy wracks her frame.

You grab Arin's delicate chin, your fingers leaving bruises as you force her parted lips towards your pulsing black cock. The fat, veiny shaft slaps against one flushed cheek with a painful thwack. Her groan is drowned out as the meaty length paints her other cheek, leaving a trail of pre-cum.

"Look at it, bitch! This monster cock is going to destroy your tight little cunt when we are through with breaking you!"

Behind Arin, more of Sun Mi’s tentacles snake up to grasp Arin's arms, pinning them high above her disheveled head. The witch slowly guides those white-clad limbs until Arin's armpits are fully exposed.

"What pathetic little creases to hide such sweet juicy musk," Sun Mi coos, rubbing her face sensuously along the sweaty hollows. 

Arin flinches, pleading sobs escaping her lips as the vile demoness's venomous tongue laps at her tender flesh. Wicked fangs graze Arin's armpit as Sun Mi suckles greedily on her heavenly scent, sapping her power.

"Let me go… No more! Argh!" The desperate plea falls on deaf ears. Sun Mi's writhing tentacles pull Arin's other arm taut as skilled fingers knead the opposite armpit with perverse enthusiasm.

"Listen to her moaning and squirming," you taunt with a chuckle. "Who would've thought that THE 'Sailor Purity' has such a beautiful sensitive, submissive body and begging to be used as we please." You smirk as Arin arches her back, legs quivering. “Soon your cunt will be aching to be ruined by my thick meat!"

"No… Nghhh!!! You disgusting m-monsters! Ahh! Unhand me at once!" Arin's cries carry far less conviction as Sun Mi deliciously assaults her trembling armpits with lips, teeth, and tickling tongue.

"Yes~ Drink deep of her heavenly musk, my vile witch," you rumble darkly, enjoying the way Arin tenses and writhes against the cruel stimulation.

Rosy nipples strain against the tattered remnants of Arin's sailor fuku, her boobs heaving with every desperate gasp and whimper. Sun Mi's venomous mouth works mercilessly, fangs grazing sensitive armpit flesh as she draws out every last sweaty droplet like a succulent nectar.

"M-My body… what sorcery… is this?! Make it stop– Oh God!" Arin throws her head back, her black hair tossing wildly as shameful thrill scorches through her nerves. She feels a knot swelling within her flat belly, slowly descending towards her gradually dampening pussy.

"We have merely stoked the embers of your true nature as a nasty cock-craving depraved slut, Purity," you exclaim, letting your thick lengthy cock slap across Arin’s redden bruised cheek. Strings of pre-cum streak her eye and forehead, a mocking mask of the heroine's imminent defilement. 

"Beg for it, you useless bitch! Let me hear how badly you need to be defiled, face fucked into an obedient cum-dump for my fat cock!" Your voice is rough with bestial lust as you grind the weeping head of your monster cock against Arin's pale lips. "Tell me you want every inch buried in your pristine holes!"

You don't even wait for Arin's feeble protests before snapping your hips forward, burying your thick cock into her already open mouth in one stroke. Her lips are stretched extremely wide, jaw creaking as you impale her throat on your towering ebony length.  

Arin's lovely eyes widen in horror, gorgeous features contorting with the effort of keeping her gag reflex at bay as inch after torturous inch stretches her maw. Her strangled grunts and whimpers vibrate along your pistoning cock as you grip her head firmly in both hands, holding the heroine in place to be ruthlessly face-fucked.

"Oooh yes! Go ahead and struggle, you good for nothing Purity!" you growl down at Arin, lost in carnal bliss. "Every spasm just milks my cock that much harder!"

Behind her, Sun Mi actually hums in ecstatic delight, face fully buried in the sweaty hollows of Arin's armpits. Deft fingers find the heroine's peaked nipples, pinching and twisting with sadistic fervor at those sensitive buds. 

Arin's protests are drowned out by the slick sounds of Sun Mi's mouth slurping up every divine droplet of honeyed sweat. A hoarse, animalistic groan rips from Arin's ravaged full throat as her small body tenses like a bowstring. Her thighs clench and quiver as the knot of sinful pleasure finally erupts in a stunning, explosive orgasm. 

Her eyes disappear into the back of her skull as wave after wave of corrupted bliss crashes through her very being. Sweat soaks the torn remnants of her uniform as her slender figure writhes helplessly against Sun Mi's binding tentacles.

"Did you feel that, you disgusting justice whore?!" Your laughter mingles with Sun Mi's chuckles as spit trails from Arin's stretched lips with every thrust. "You just climaxed like a bitch in heat from having your armpits pits eaten! Absolutely depraved!"

The convulsions just keep coming, wracking Arin's body with ecstatic spasms. You can feel the jerking motions massaging every throbbing inch as your cock bulges monstrously in her throat. The sight and sensation is too much, driving you into a feral frenzy as you pound her face relentlessly. 

You grip the back of Arin's tousled raven hair in a fist, using it like a handle to stretch her dainty neck. With a feral roar, you bottom out that thick black cock, burying every inch down her spasming gullet. Arin's bulging eyes roll back as you unleash a tidal wave of molten seed. Thick Spurt after thick spurt of cum erupts from your gargantuan cock, flooding her mouth and throat with thick ropes of viscous jism. 

Arin chokes, sticky strands of your unholy issue spewing from her burning nostrils and stretched lips to streak across her heaving tits. A gurgling moan escapes her as another mind-numbing pleasure crashes over the dirty girl, lust-addled muscles clenching in yet another violent orgasm. Her skirt is drenched in a shameful puddle of her own perverse honey, the cloying musk mingling with the overwhelming reek of your combined stinky discharges. 

Sun Mi rises to her feet, dismissing the tentacles that had been so thoroughly violating the heroine. Sailor Purity’s limping  form slumps forward, supported solely by the mammoth cock still pumping her sore aching mouth full of steaming spooge.

“What a pathetic display!" The villainess  laughs at her condition, her amber eyes glittering with dark glee. "I've absorbed nearly every ounce of her power. Without that, she's less than nothing!"

The torrent of cum finally starts to drop off as you pull your salacious cock free with a squelch. Ropes of pearly white seed pour from Arin's gaping mouth, splattering down her abused tits and chin to merge with the puddle beneath her shuddering body. 

The reek of impure musk and salty jism is overpowering, causing the Arin to gag and retch even as her body betrays her left over defiance. All the filth and odor coming from you and Sun Mi only weakens her even more.

Over and over, Arin's neglected pussy clenches and flutters, each twitching accompanied by a gush of leaking juice. Her abdomen flexes as tremors wrack her broken form, leaving her spasming in the messy afterglow.

You loom over Arin's shuddering, sweat-drenched state with a sneer of contempt. "Up on your knees, cumdump. The only purpose your ruined body has left is to worship my cock like the obedient cock-sleeve you are!"

Despite her shattered state, Arin manages a feeble shake of her head, black tresses swaying as defiant fire flickers in her hazy eyes. Her trembling arms clutch herself in a futile attempt to deny Sun Mi further access to her armpits and what little remained of her holy power.

Sun Mi simply chuckles, her lithe form sauntering over to seize a fistful of Arin's matted hair. With casual cruelty, she wrenches the heroine's head back, exposing the slender column of her throat as you languidly lift your semi-rigid cock. 

Arin's pretty features contort in a rictus of revulsion as Sun Mi smushes them against your musk-drenched sac, smothering the  girl with your strong sweaty funk.

"Drrrnkk rrghhhtttt...p-plehhzz..." Arin's pleas are muffled and garbled against your sweat-slick balls, rancid scents flooding her senses and draining what little strength remained. You can feel her jaw straining, lips pulling into an 'O' as she tries in vain to gulp down precious gulps of fresh air.

Each desperate inhale is like sipping from a poisoned well, saturating Arin's core with your defiling aromas. Sun Mi works her hips teasingly, grinding her plump mound against the back of the heroine's tousled head as mocking laughter rings out.

"That's it, bitch! Breathe deep of your Master's crotch! Let it break what's left of that sad 'purity' of yours."

You roll your hips with a rumbling moan, reveling in the feverish heat of Arin's distressed features nuzzling your groin. Her whimpers and helpless squirming only fuel your unholy lust.

You shoot Sun Mi an annoyed glare as the clamoring sounds of the nearby townspeople reach your ears. "Tch, fucking lowly pests! Always sticking their noses where they don't belong."

For the moment, any further domination of the defeated Sailor Purity will have to wait. Your sickening desires are too intense, too all-consuming to risk interruption. Curling your lips in a grin of pure malice, you reach down to ensnare Arin's slender throat in a vice-like grip.

“Argh! Let me go– Keuk!" The poor heroine's eyes bulge dramatically as you effortlessly hoist her body aloft by the delicate windpipe before slamming her spine-first into the unforgiving ground. A painful groan wheezes past Arin's cum-streaked lips as she slowly writhes in agony against the cracked earth.

"Finish this disgusting whore off for now," you snarl at Sun Mi, already turning to stride away from the crumpled, quivering form at your feet. "Once she's properly subdued, bring the bitch back to the lair.

Sun Mi offers a mocking half-bow, those crimson lips twisted in a cruel smirk. "With pleasure, Master."

You don't bother sticking around to watch the next degrading act. Arin's pathetic groans and the wet, ragged sound of her shallow breaths are already growing faint behind you. Even from this distance, Sun Mi's muttered words and the subsequent gurgling cries of dismay reach your twisted senses. "Hmm~ Since those sweet pits get you so hot and bothered, why don't you take a nice deep sniff of these sweaty hollows instead?"

Sun Mi drops to her knees behind Arin. The witch doesn't bother concealing her dark glee, amber eyes glittering with hunger as she firmly clamps a slender arm around the heroine's throat. Arin wheezes weakly through gritted teeth, her struggles pathetically feeble after the savage beating and degradation she's endured.

"Let's make this nice and cozy for you, my little musk-slut," Sun Mi croons in a sickly saccharine tone. 

She forcibly wrenches Arin's face to the side, smothering those flared nostrils against the damp, sweltering recesses of her armpit. Instantly, Arin’s eyes dilated in dismay, grunts of protest being swallowed by the piercing scent concentrated in Sun Mi's sweaty armpit. The witch clenches her arm tighter, cutting off precious oxygen as Arin's delicate features are consumed in that sweaty, pungent hell.

"Nnnghh! Oh G-god… Help…” she managed between ragged gasps against Sun Mi's sweaty, slick-matted pit. Rancid waves of pungent body odor and sour dampness fogged the heroine's mind as her stomach turned inside out. Arin gagged and retched against the fetid funk as tears sprang unbidden to her eyes.

"Nnnghhh!!" Arin's muffled, gurgling whimpers escalate in desperation as she thrashes wildly in Sun Mi's grasp. The tainted brunette fights with every ounce of her waning strength, but each desperate gasp is a poisoned draught of raw musk.

You can see the corrupting haze of despair glazing Arin's eyes, those flushed cheeks dimpling from the force of trying to seal her lips against the onslaught. Her petite body convulses in that sadistic armlock, every twitch accompanied by a telltale spurt of honey from her sex.

The pathetic gags and muted distress slowly morph into choked, warbling gasps of purely unwanted pain as Arin's resolve crumbles beneath the relentless domination.

"Mmmpphhhgghhh!" Arin's pleas dissolve into a gurgling whine as her eyes roll back. Her hips buck and writhe shamelessly as another shattering, liquid climax surges through her helpless form only to dissolve into oblivion as unconsciousness finally claims her.

Sun Mi remains utterly merciless though, grinding her pit deeper against Arin's slack features throughout each convulsion. Only once the heroine's slender body has been thoroughly milked of every last ounce of power does she rise, hauling the twitching, drool-soaked girl over one shoulder.

"Stubborn bitch puts up more of a fight than I expected," the demoness pants softly, then grins wickedly. "But she'll learn her place as our perfect pet soon enough.”

"Oughhh!!!" An explosive grunt is torn from Arin's abused lungs as a vicious punch slams into her toned belly. 

Her slender structure instantly curls inwards, only for bright stars of searing pain to burst across her vision as the breath is driven from her body. The muffled sound of hoarse, grating coughs slowly registers over the hazy ringing in her ears.

As consciousness comes flooding back in a wave of nausea-inducing pain, Arin's eyes groggily crack open. Her flawless features twist in shock and alarm as she realizes her vulnerable position - held upside-down by one ankle in the grip of your terrifyingly huge, onyx-skinned form. 

You tower over the captive heroine, thick muscles rippling beneath sweat-slicked ebony flesh as your free hand slowly roams across her dangling, shuddering figure.

Her slender body is utterly dwarfed compared to your imposing musculature, leaving her looking like a helpless, disheveled doll in your unbreakable grasp. Despite the abuse her outfit has clearly endured, the tattered remnants of Arin's iconic 'Purity' fuku cling stubbornly to her body - save for those pert, creamy boobs left deliciously exposed where the bodice has torn free.

Those toned thighs are lewdly parted too, that ruined skirt riding up to offer a filthy glimpse of the matching white bikini bottoms clinging to Arin's most intimate place. Your brutal hand slithers down, fingertips snapping the flimsy material aside to grip the soaked cotton.

"AAAAHHH!! W-what are you DOING, you brute?!" Arin shrieks in outrage even as fresh tears streak her already debauched features. 

Raw panic seizes her thrashing form as the skimpy underwear is cleanly ripped from her body in one savage tug, leaving her trimmed pussy utterly bared to your gaze. Sun Mi's teasing, musical laughter rings out behind Arin, compounding her humiliation further.

"Oh come now, shouldn't a whore of your caliber already know the answer to that?" the demoness taunts sweetly, sashaying into Arin's upside down view. 

The heroine whimpers in sheer revulsion as Sun Mi's pointed tongue flicks out to drag hot and wet across her perspiring armpit, leaving a slick trail in its wake. Arin twists and thrashes helplessly against your iron hold, squealing like a pig.

"P-please! Ii-it tickles… It hurts! Have mercy! Nooo!” the poor weakened girl chokes out amidst bubbling squeals of distress. 

Her stiff stomach flexes as fresh waves of torment spiral through her abused body and senses. Unable to escape or even cover herself, all Arin can do is writhe in utter rapture as her captor's perverted whims are thoroughly indulged.

With an amused grunt, you drop Arin face-first onto the cement floor. An undignified squeak escapes her gasping mouth as the impact drives what little air remains from her lungs in a wheeze. She lies there in a crumpled heap, sobs wracking her as tears streak those exquisite features.  

Looming over the heroine's trembling form, you spit as your eyes hungrily drink in every inch of the debased sight sprawled at your feet. "Well, well, where's the mighty 'Sailor Purity' gone?" Your deep, mocking baritone rumbles with cruel delight. "Though I can't say there's anything even remotely 'pure' about the desperate little squirter you've become."

Behind Arin, Sun Mi cackles wickedly, glorying in the spectacle of her suffering as you continue degrading the broken heroine of justice. "Tell me, you sniveling bitch. Does it feel good to be stripped of every shred of dignity?" One boot presses down on Arin's arched spine, producing a pained yelp that bleeds into a sensual moan as she squirms in agony. "Does it just make that depraved pussy of yours throb with need?"

"N-no… Let me go…” the wretched captive whimpers through clenched teeth, her bound arms fruitlessly straining against the coiled, thorny vines shredding her flawless skin to bleeding ribbons. "Please… Have mercy! This is too much… I can't—"

"Mercy?!" Your roar cuts her off. "There is no mercy for disgusting justice whores like you! Submit fully to your true purpose as our worthless fucktoy, or face consequences that will break your very mind and soul!" 

At a curt nod from you, Sun Mi instantly moves into action. The eager witch crouches to straddle the side of Arin's face. She grinds her dripping cunt over those pretty features with shameless motion, hot honey trickling down to pool in the hollows of Arin's ears and eye sockets. The heroine squeals and thrashes in revulsion, only to gag as Sun Mi's thick nectar is forcibly gulped down her unwilling throat.

"That's right, struggle for me whore!" Sun Mi demands breathlessly, grinding down harder until Arin's lips are smothered by her sopping flesh. "Every flail and quiver just makes me cream that— Mm~ Oh yes!” Her taunts mutate into ecstatic grunts as her plump thighs clamp down around either side of Arin's skull.

You can literally see Sailor Purity’s desperate gasps slurping up more of that vile syrup, fueling the joyful undulations of Sun Mi's pelvis. Your thick, veiny cock is already achingly erect once more, raging to join in defiling your helpless plaything.

"I will leave the miserable cumdump to worship your divine being for now," you rumble amused, already stalking around Arin's presented buttocks. "Once she's properly reminded of her place as our worthless pet, these needy holes will taste a far more unholy sacrament!"

Sun Mi slides back with a throaty chuckle, leaving Arin's once-flawless visage utterly shellacked in a glistening mask of her foul essence. "You heard the Master, bitch. Time to start earning your keep as our obedient little foot-slut!"

Before the heroine can even draw a gasp, Sun Mi's sweat-slicked soles are planted firmly across Arin's face. The pungent, cloying reek of long peds instantly clogs her senses, making her gag and choke. "Ooohh yes...lick them clean, cunt! Get every last bit of my delicious stink off those toes!"

Arin whimpers in disgust, only to receive a vicious backhand from Sun Mi's other foot. "SILENCE! You'll thank me for the privilege, you disgusting gutter-whore!"

With no other choice, the brunette’s trembling mouth parts to lave her abused tongue along the underside of those wiggling digits. Each moist swipe is accompanied by anguished retching sounds, stomach rebelling at being forced to literally drink in the foul, concentrated funk of her captor's feet. 

"That's more like it!" you taunt with glee as you stalk around Arin. Your massive thick rod is jutting outward, slapping sharply on the inside of her sleek thighs, a reminder of what's to come. "I can hear that needy little cunt of yours slopping already! Don't try fighting that depraved nature of yours."

Taking your swinging huge cock in hand, you wind the thick, veiny length around Arin's arm and down towards her armpit, shackling her further in its rigid, feverish heat. She lets out a muffled wail of dismay as the bulbous head prods against the perspiring crease, leaving slick trails of precum.

"Next stop, the musky paradise that is my crotch-heaven!" You wrench Arin's face back, forcing her nose to the throbbing root of your solid ass. "Now INHALE the scent of your God, slut!"

Arin's anguished cries of protest dissolve into a raw, guttural scream as the full gravity of her depravity sinks in. "NOOO! P-please, no more! It's stink— You’re filthy! Get away from me! Mmph!"

The fallen heroine's pleas are like a siren's call inflaming your twisted desires further. Loud, braying laughter peels from your lips as you loom over Arin's fruitlessly squirming form. "Mercy, she says?! As if a worthless cock-sleeve like you has any right to even utter that word!"

Sun Mi joins in with mocking, scornful guffaws of her own. "Maybe if you start actively THANKING us for the privilege of serving your superiors, we'll consider granting your pitiful begging, bitch!" 

She punctuates her cruel taunt by grinding the musky tread of her soiled foot harder against Arin's face, smearing eye-watering filth across the brunette's face until she can't breathe. Arin’s slender body convulses, dainty hands clawing weakly at the unyielding soles as she desperately fights for air.

"Ghhhkkk...hrrrnnn!!" Each strangled noise that seeps past Arin's clamped lips and nose only seems to spur your nasty cravings further. The tortured twitching of her sweaty curves, the labored expansion of those flawless tits as she frantically gulps down tainted oxygen like a junkie - it's all ambrosia to your depraved senses.

Your hugely engorged cock judders and throbs with wanton need, pre-cum steadily seeping from the wide slit to drool down the unyielding, black shaft in thick rivulets. You growl out a feral chuckle, slowly pumping the mammoth length with one calloused fist. 

"That's it, cumdump, drink deep of your new Mistress's luscious aromas! Let them addle what's left of that feeble, 'pure' mind until all you can comprehend is doing ANYTHING to please us!"

Arin's body stiffens as a new wave of stimulation surges through her. Her untouched pussy is relentlessly clenching around nothing, shimmering slick trickling down her wobbling thighs with each shameless gush of arousal. The tortured darling's delirious whimpers rise into sharp, hitching gasps of undeniable euphoria with every breath of Sun Mi's vile feet.

Finally, inevitably, her struggles weaken and surrender as Arin's fluttering tongue laps out with desperate, eager strokes to lave along the underside of Sun Mi's foot. Those haunted hazel eyes glaze over from both humiliation and unwanted euphoria with each slavish caress over Sun Mi’s wet soles.

"Ghhkkk!...mmmrrrggghhh!!!" Ragged, submissive whines rumble up from Arin's gulping throat, accompanied by the sounds of her own perverted juice slopping freely.

Sun Mi tosses her head back with wild, triumphant laughter. "That's my disgusting little foot-pet! Don't...stop...LICKING!"

You spit out a harsh curse of approval, devouring the sight before you with mad hunger. The ultimate conquest of her indomitable spirit - the shattering of that once-radiant purity into billions of shards, each facet reflecting their innate, whore-ish truths. Your gargantuan cock swells larger still, splitting the steady drool of its pungent lubricant off your punishing grip. 

Striding around behind the brunette, you haul Arin up by her messy shimmering raven tresses. A guttural snarl rips from your bestial depths as you force her face deep into the rippling musk-chasm of your armpit.

"MMPPHHHGGGHHHRRRRGGG!!!" Her velvet throat convulses and gags around the newest assault of concentrated, musky masculinity violating her senses. Strands of saliva streak down her chin and over the tempting bumps of her tormented tits as her petite body shudders against the full brunt of your raw, pungent smell.

You laugh victoriously, grinding Arin's flushed face deeper into the steaming embrace of your rippling armpit. "Give in fully to the cravings that disgusting, whorish pussy is begging for! You NEED this! NEED to be COVERED in my filth!"

Arin squeals and writhes, complexion turning pale with the intensity of the violation she's suffering. Her darkening eyes roll back in their sockets as another mindless orgasm rips through her against her volition. Still her drenched, spasming sex clenches in merciless pleasure, betraying the sordid, base nature her pathetic 'purity' can no longer deny.

You reach down and seize afistful of Arin's hair. The brunette heroine is a little more than dead weight in your grasp now, buckling under the sheer excess of depravity you've forced upon her. Her creamy skin glistens with a sheen of sweat and other, more unsavory effluvia, breathing reduced to a series of faint, breathy wheezes. 

"Starting to pass out on me already, you pathetic bitch?" you sneer, giving Arin's limp form a vicious shake before hurling her to the unforgiving concrete below. "How utterly typical of a worthless cock-sleeve like you!"

She hits the ground hard, shoulder impacting first before the rest of her abused figure crumples in a trembling heap. A hoarse, gurgling moan bubbles up from Arin's swollen lips - the only coherent response her overloaded senses can muster.

Without ceremony, Sun Mi pounces on the defeated girl like a lioness descending on wounded prey. She seizes Arin's rubbery legs in a grip, slamming those toned thighs apart in one brutal motion that leaves the heroine lewdly splayed before you both. 

Still dazed, Arin lets out a faint, incoherent mumble of protest as Sun Mi's obscenely bloated pussy looms into her disoriented view. Even with her eyes lolling unfocused, the fetid, pungent musk of the witch’s nether regions is an overpowering sensory barrage. Never afforded even a moment to recover, Arin's plush, kiss-swollen lips are crushed against the tangled bramble of Sun Mi's coarse thatch in the next instant.

"Hrrnnnghhkk!! Mmmgrrhhnnggg!!" Her distressed groans dissolve into a shrill, ragged wail as that sadistic cunt grinds down in merciless rutting against Arin's once-flawless visual. Sun Mi’s foul corrupting nectar drenches her anew, thick ropes of feminine honey splattering across her lids and draining down the hollows of her retching throat with each frantic buck.

Despite her instinctive thrashing and shuddering whines of revulsion, you can already perceive the crippling shudders of enchanted release rippling through Arin's very core. Her pristine pussy lips and the cleft above glisten with fresh, cloying arousal, slick streams slithering down her trembling thighs with every reluctant convulsion. 

Arin's eyes blink open, widening in fresh horror as midnight writhes of shadow coalesce around her limbs. Sun Mi's ethereal tentacles wind impossibly tight around her toned forearms, trapping them in an unbreakable bind directly behind her arched spine. Her muffled protests have already grown worryingly feeble.

Allowing Sun Mi to indulge in her twisted agonies uninterrupted for now, you stalk around behind Arin's helplessly splayed backside. Her drenched crimson skirt lies hiked up over the sumptuous curve of her ass like the most wanton invitation. Licking your lip, you hook two fingers beneath that flimsy satin barrier and tear with savage malice. The sound of rent fabric and Arin's muffled squeal resonate as one as those skimpy white panties are peeled from her quivering, creamy flesh at last.

You drink in the sight of her exposed pink slit for a shuddering heartbeat, savoring the glistening torrent of fluid seeping from between those spread folds. Each lewd twitch and gush of her sweetness makes your hulking cock judder hungrily.Then, with a monstrous grunt, you descend upon her.

“Uwaaahhh!” The shrill scream that erupts from beneath Sun Mi's rutting labia echoes through the depths of her cavernous twat as you unleash the first smack on Arin's soft, exposed ass. Her pristine cheeks ripple with each punishing impact of your palm, growing steadily more flushed and fevered under the vicious repeated onslaught.

All the while, your throbbing, veiny behemoth slides back and forth between those abused cheeks, the bulbous crown painting her ass-cleavage with fresh bursts of thick pre-cum. You grip Arin's hips in as her body wiggles instinctively.

"Wallow in your pitiful bitch-nature while my cock prepares that worthless pussy for its ultimate ruin!" The words grate out like jagged stones on your tongue. 

Sun Mi seems to sense your intentions, crawling up Arin's trembling body until her pussy and ass hover mere inches above the back the heroine's head. She seats herself firmly atop the despoiled brunette’s face.

"Nnnghh, yes...crush the bitch's last pathetic shreds of defiance!" the demoness hisses through clenched teeth. Her cruel claws rake through Arin's matted hair, vice-like grip twisting and scraping the heroine's skull against the unforgiving concrete. An anguished, gurgling cry seeps from beneath Sun Mi's wet crotch at the torment, only to be swallowed in a fresh tidal wave of her mistress's pungent, corrupting essence.

All the while, you've finally positioned the bulbous, pre-cum slathered head of your monstrous cock against Arin's pristine lower lips. The mere bloated crown of your godhood utterly dwarfs the petals cowering before it. Yet you show zero mercy, every straining inch of that ebony, veiny cock steadily plunging forward without care for the anguished shrieks radiating from your fuck-toy's very depths.

"Hrrr...RRRRAAAAAAAAGGHHHKK!!!" The shriek is tainted, primal - the wail of innocence eternally shattered as you sheathe yourself deeper into Arin's spongy passage with each torturous thrust. 

You feel her insides convulse and flutter around you in reflex, desperate walls of molten velvet clenching down in a doomed effort to repel your invasion. Amidst it all, you swear you can hear the wet tearing of stretched, violated flesh as her silken canal is mercilessly reshaped and ruined around your godlike endowment.

You throw back your head with unrestrained bellow of bestial triumph. The brutal smacks of your hips slamming into Arin's reddened backside seem only to grow more punishing at her strangled wails. Everywhere you plunge, you seem to break flesh barriers, puncturing delicate internal membranes and stretching her honeyed depths deeper than she ever dreamed possible.

Despite her apparent agony, Arin's insides convulse with a sickening rhythm, signaling fresh waves of treacherous bliss savaging her psyche. That sultry pussy grows wetter in betrayal with each penetration. Thick ropes of her illicit juice splatter against your grinding pelvis, streaking down her quivering thighs in lewd streams.

You can't resist savoring every minute detail of her perverse undoing. Calloused palms knead and squeeze the pert cheeks of her ass roughly, grinding the plump flesh into an obscene, jiggly blur, worshiping the exquisite torment you're unleashing.

“Scream my name, Purity! Let the whole fucking world hear just how much you LOVE getting brutalized by a black massive cock!"

A strangled, desperate whimper rises beneath Sun Mi, her swollen cunt shuddering at the vibrations. But still, no coherent words take shape. Only raw, unintelligible beastial sounds, devoid of reason or self-respect.

“Answer me, you miserable whore!” You punctuate the demand with a particularly savage, hip-shattering thrust to Arin's abused cervix that leaves her babbling mindless cries of torment. "Tell your Master how much you fucking LOVE being my cocksleeve! BEG ME for MORE!"

"OH GAWWWD!! YOUR COCK IS SOOO HUUUGE!!" Arin wails mindlessly, vacant eyes rolling back into her skull with delirious ecstasy lancing through her core. "IT'S… HITTING...MY WOOOOMMMBBBB!!!"

The fallen heroine's body convulses in sickening spasms of ecstasy completely disconnected from her will. Streaks of her illicit femcum continue to splatter back in sensual ropes with each punishing violation of your ungodly length punching deeper into her very stomach.

You snort with cruel amusement, slowing for a brief moment to grind your veiny girth against her deepest, most sacrosanct places. "Heh...what was that, slut? I didn't quite catch how much you're desperately craving your Master's seed?"

Beside you, Sun Mi throws back her head with a peal of mocking laughter that vibrates against Arin's features. "Don't play coy, cumdump! Your cock-hungry little snatch is MADE for being pumped full of cum until it's drooling out of every sloppy hole!"

"NNNGGGHHH— NOOOOOO AAAGGGHHH!!" Arin's protests devolve into a soulful, ragged screech of fresh orgasmic torment as another cataclysmic climax detonates. 

Her abused honeypot flutters and spasms with wild abandon, shuddering cock-sleeves convulsing around you as if trying to milk out your seed by force. A shameless new deluge of her perverted essence geysers forth to soak her inner thighs and the underside of your arrogant, jackhammering ball sac slapping against her.  

"Listen to that, bitch." You seize a chunk of her hair, wrenching Arin's tear-stained, contorted face back towards yours as you increase the brutal tempo jackhammering into her resilient depths. "Your soul can't even tell the difference between agony and pleasure anymore. Just accept what you truly are!"

"I'm...nhhhggg… NOT… AAAHHH!!" The words distort into a garbled, gurgling scream with each soul-shattering thrust that abuses her mercilessly saturated folds. For a heartbeat, there's a faint glimmer of proud defiance flickering amidst the tormented haze, fueling your sadistic craving to break her psyche all over again.

There's no warning, no window to anticipate your next move before you're seizing Arin's hips in a bestial grip, pummeling forward with monstrous force until your throbbing, engorged crown buries to the hilt in her helpless baby chamber.

“Ggghhhrrraaaaiiiiiinnnggghhh!!!”

Her entire guts feels like it's been turned inside out by your assault as you begin savagely mounting her pitiful cunt. Your knuckles whiten around those curvy hips, grinding her tiny frame down into the unyielding concrete as you impale her deepest wombs over and over. 

"GET...READY...SLUT!!!" The snarls rumble from your bestial depths, your clenched jaw etched in a savage rictus of vengeful depravity. "TIME...FOR...YOUR..REWARD!!!"

Arin bucks and thrashes with frantic desperation, babbling hoarse protests that quickly dissolve into shuddering pleas of, “No...Nooo!!! Pull out!! I don't wanna get pregnant with your cummmm!!!"

But there's no stopping the inevitable rising storm as your immense, shuddering ballsack tenses and draws upward into its cradle. Every last contour, every pulsing vein of your inhuman cock is etched into her very essence as the first blasphemous spurts begin achieving escape velocity.

The roar that escapes from your throat is utterly unrestrained as the floodgates finally break. Thick, virulent ropes of your cum begin erupting from the swollen tip of your cock in a seemingly endless torrent. You throw your head back, lips peeled in a savage snarl of blasphemous ecstasy.

Arin's entire body goes rigid as that boiling tsunami begins pumping directly into her very stomach. Her pencil-flat belly almost immediately begins to swell from the excessive volume you're pouring into her resilient, ruined womb. Still you just laugh and goad her tormented whimpers.

"Hahaha! What's the matter, cunt? Don't act so surprised! A cock-hungry pussy as prime as YOURS was MADE for being stuffed full of superior seed!"

"NNNNRRGHHAAAIIIEEE!!" The wail that erupts from Arin's swollen lips transcends any coherent language. Her abused face contorts into a visceral mask of agony and anguish as her frame is inflated by the literal oceans of seed you can't seem to stop injecting into her twitching, overwhelmed baby chamber.

“My tummy— Eeekkk! So… full!" Drool freely sluices down her chin as her body stiffens in shock, mouth lolling open around the lewd admission. Beneath you, her tormented pussy seems to be stretching, warping around the grotesque circumference of her overstuffed womb.

The sight is truly perverse beyond measure and you live for every depraved second of it, your hips pump forward with force, stroking your still-ejaculating shaft deeper just to ensure every spare inch of space is properly contaminated by your unholy seed.

After what seems like agonizing spans, the torrent of fresh cum spurting from your cock gradually slows to a thick, steady dribble. You unleash a breath you didn't realize you were holding, arms trembling with the strain and sheer, overwhelming euphoria suffusing every fiber of your being.

Just when you think the depraved spectacle couldn't get any filthier, that's when you withdraw your mammoth, still-throbbing cock from Arin's gaping cunt with one exaggerated pull! 

As if in slow motion, you watch in sickened admiration as her utterly stuffed pussy abruptly concludes - a violent, viscous deluge of your chunky seed erupting forth like a shuddering fountain from her bloated, stretched entrance. The sound alone is like that of a grease trap being unclogged, truly disgusting and yet deliciously erotic.

You bray laughter down at the debauched sight of Arin's overstuffed belly gradually deflating and spasming as she unleashes what must surely be gallons of pent-up, corrupted spunk from between her tensed thighs. Every fresh expulsion adds new streaks and splatters to the lurid puddles surrounding her boneless, used hole.

Truly, this is how every whore should look after savoring the privilege of being thoroughly bred. Sated for now, you turn away with a sadistic chuckle to allow the puddle of wrecked, polluted femininity to properly marinate in the cesspool of her well-earned degradation.

"Fucking pen those bleary eyes, Purity." You growl down at Arin's defiled, still-twitching body. "I'm not...nearly...DONE yet!"

You slap her already-aching clit, earning a breathless squeal of pain from between her puffy stained lips. Fresh tears stream down her flushed cheeks, only serving to further inflame your mounting sadistic rage towards this pathetic worm who once dared defy you.

"Sun Mi, flip this worthless cunt onto her back so I can look into her stupid face." You feel an unholy glee surge through your veins as the demonic femme snaps to obey your commands with eerie precision. 

Umbral tendrils coalesce and ensnare Arin's limp limbs like vises, ruthlessly wrenching them akimbo before casually upending her torso with a harsh thud.

Your captive winches audibly at the impact, her face a pitiful mask of anguish and rampant, out-of-control affliction. Every abused crevice and swollen nub is on lurid display, the tightly-stretched membrane of her gut still distended slightly from the sheer volume of seed you deposited earlier.

Sun Mi is already several steps ahead of the game, whip-like lashings of her tentacles pinning each of Arin's flailing arms out in a grotesque spread-eagle, leaving both freshly-scoured armpits exposed. You drink in the sight, your lust for domination now reignited and burning with the intensity of a newborn star.

Arin's bleary attempts at some pitiful protest are stiflingly intermittent at best, winding down into anguished, helpless whimpers as your enormous cock shushes her again. You drag the swollen tip through the sloppy, cum-streaked mess of her recently-gaped cunt, painting whorish streaks down to her twitching pucker with every shallow thrust.

“Shut your fucking mouth, fuckwit. I'm giving you one more chance to prove how much you crave the privilege of serving me and my witch!" You level her a cruel leer as you straddle her heaving stomach, dragging your sack tauntingly against her midriff as you sink forward onto one elbow. Her glossy peepers go wider, nostrils flaring in revulsion as your gargantuan cumtruck looms over her terror-gripped expression.

"This will be the 'grand finale', bitch Let's see if your stomach can handle taking your new master’s cock as greedily as that slutty little hole between your legs! Everything TOGETHER, all at ONCE!!"

Arin's faint headshake quickly degenerates into desperate thrashing and feeble cries as you clap one palm over her drool-stained lush lips. Using your huge build and weight, you bury forward with agonizing slowness until her gulping throat is forcibly filled with your mammoth, dripping knob.

"Nmmggglluurrpppgghhh!!" You sneer down at the hysterical wobble of her throat as she retches wetly in protest, velvety tongue dragging along the underside of your shaft with sheer desperation.

"That's right, hole...worship your Overlord while he forces his glorious essence into every foul hole you possess!" Sun Mi shouts beside her ear and assaults her armpit with venomous tongue, torturing her with her ultimate weakness. 

With zero restraint, you begin savagely sodomizing her gagged jaws at the same ruthless pace that sundered her pussy previously. Streaks of snot and fresh spittle arc through the air with each shattering thrust to the root, splattering across her boobs that continue jiggling with the weight of your merciless rut. 

Below, her freshly-ruined cunny squelches around nothing, betraying the overpowering soul-rape you're perpetrating through every one of her misbegotten senses.

"Gggkkkhhh...fffaaackkk!!" Your latest assault has already reduced Arin to a blubbering, drooling mess, every ragged inhalation drawn through her nostrils a desperate gasp for air. The taste and musk of your lurid cock seem to coat every crevice of her skull, overwhelming her with its sheer foulness. Instinctively, she spits a thick globule of vile backwash from her swollen tongue, only to receive another brutal backhand that snaps her head aside.

"Don't you dare waste your Master's divine flavor, slut!" you growl through clenched teeth, fingers sinking into the tender meat of her quivering thighs hard enough to leave fresh impressions. In one brutal motion, you drag her lower body towards your towering girth with animalistic intensity.

The shriek that splits the sweltering air is truly harrowing as your monstrous cock slams back into her stretched, frayed pussy. It's as if that singular act shatters the lingering threads of Arin's hesitance all over again, every convulsive breath becoming a raw, hysterical wail of trauma.

"Nnnngggghhh...GOD...GAWWDNNGHHH!" Already her words begin devolving into mindless obscenities in the face of your new, punishing rhythm of merciless violation. Her toned legs kick and thrash wildly, but only serve to spread her thighs even further, allowing deeper access to her womb.

All above her shattered façade looms the twisted, sinister grin of Sun Mi, her shadowy tentacles coiled around those still intact white-gloved arms and forcing them into a gruesome upward stretch.

"This is the thanks a slut deserves for defying her masters!" The words are a caustic hiss dripping with venom. Already her dripping tongue writhing forth to probe Arin's sweat-dampened pits, slithering out to hungrily lap at the exposed, sensitive skin it finds there.  

Before your horrified prey can even process this fresh violation, you unleash a triumphant roar and truly begin pounding her ruined cunt with all malice accumulated over years of wrath. Arin’s body scrapes against the sordid concrete in a brutal cadence, mingling with the squelching obscenities of her inner walls being reduced to a sloppy, cum-drenched ruin.

"Ghhaaaiiieeennngghhh!!" The shriek that explodes from Arin's chest transcends language, embodying the very concept of pain and abuse merging with unwanted ecstasy. Rakes of crimson begin painting her armpits as Sun Mi's teeth bore into those quivering hollows with manic fervor. 

You can sense something within that pathetic defiance splintering - the soulful barrier denying Arin's true nature as a craven fucktoy eroding under your combined onslaught. Right on cue, her slippery spongy tunnel begins juddering and fluttering at your punishing depth, fresh feminine honey splattering from her core in a stream to pool under her rippling ass. Every abused nerve ending seems to throb in time with the depraved squelches of her very essence being ruined in the pursuit of release.

“Eeekkk! Stop! I'll do anything— No! Ahh! Too much! It's too— Mas-Master! P-Please have mercy— Master!!!” The incoherent noise garbles around her tongue, an unnatural amalgam of euphoria and obliteration.

"Puh-pleeeiiiggghhkkhhh...CUUMMMMIINMMEEEAGAAAAHHHHH!!" The desperate spittle-flecked babbling gradually assumes blissful resonance as her entire structure curls in the throes of psychic shattering. Her pussy lips vise down around your titanic cock in endless, shuddering convulsions of bliss over and over again in a downpour of surrender to your depravity.

Yet still you do not grant her piteous howls for culmination the satisfaction of release, savagely maintaining your rhythm of torment through every spasming undulation of her sloppy flesh. Scalding jets of your seed have already begun sluicing violently across her abused taint, merging with the steady stream of traitorous fluids hosing straight from her torn pussy around your cock.

You will easily breed this broken burlap whore sack a dozen times over before finally allowing your lust for punishment to diminish.

° ° ° ° °

It's been a few weeks since that fateful night, but Arin's mind is still reeling from the humiliating defeat she suffered at your hands, Lord Muteba. Her once-mighty powers have been rendered pathetically weak, her every attempt to fight back now utterly meaningless.

And so, she waits, kneeling obediently in her full Sailor Purity costume as you have trained her, worshiping the filthy body of your sultry villainess, Sun Mi. Her focus is drawn inexorably to the dark-haired woman's armpits, her senses assaulted by the pungent odor that once would have sickened her.

Now, it's a scent she craves, a reminder of her own helplessness. She laps at the sweat-slicked skin hungrily, her mind clouded with a twisted desire to please her new masters.

The sound of your heavy footsteps approaching your base snaps Arin to attention. She immediately prostrates herself. "Welcome back, Master," Arin breathes, her voice trembling with a twisted reverence. She leans forward, pressing her lips to your feet in a devoted display of submission. "I've been waiting for you."

Your brow furrows in frustration as you recall the failure of your latest scheme to expand your territory. But then, a dark grin spreads across your face as you remember you have the perfect “toy” to punish, to relieve the stress of your setback.

Reaching down, you seize Arin by the throat, squeezing just hard enough to make her gasp, tongue out. "You disappoint me, pet," you growl, your fingers tightening. "My plan failed, and I'm in a foul mood."

Arin's eyes widen, but the fear in them is overshadowed by an eagerness, a yearning to please. "Then punish me, Master," she rasps. "Use me, breed me, feed me your seed. I deserve nothing less."

A sinister chuckle rumbles in your chest as you glance over your shoulder. "Sun Mi, come attend to our depraved heroine."

The villainess slinks into view, a wicked grin on her lips. "With pleasure, Lord Muteba. I should reward our pet for her service." Her gaze rakes hungrily over Arin's trembling form. "Perhaps we'll start with those delectable armpits of yours, hmm?"

Arin shudders, her body aching with a perverse need. "Yes, Mistress... use me, defile me. I'm yours..."

Your grip tightens, and with a savage outcry, you drag the broken heroine away, intent on exacting your vengeful punishment for days on end. Arin's cries of ecstasy echo through the halls, a testament to the complete and utter corruption of Sailor Purity. Arin has become nothing more than your worthless fuckmeat, and you intend to break her again and again, for as long as you desire.

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understanding my faith pt. 2 | l. at

churchboy!anton x reader | 2.9k words

this is a mature work. minors do not interact

contains: references to the bible, implied virginity loss, oral (f. receiving)

umf: part one | part two | part three

anton had become your tutor when it came to church. although it took him awhile to text you, once you scheduled the meeting you were with him almost everyday. it turns out you were also looking for escape from your strict bible thumping father. you both found your strict parents appeased by being in the house god built, learning about his holy word.

after spending time together for a month, you two had finally started to open up. you two were cramped underneath the cubby of the grand piano, hiding from a mom in the congregation. it started off as a joke, giggling while she called out your name. after a while, the proximity to you made anton feel lightheaded. he needed to distract himself so he said the first thing that came to his mind.

“why did you leave?” anton could feel you tense up next to him. he was ready to tell you there was no pressure to answer but you started your story.

anton finally heard the truth of why you left, your mom shunned from the other mothers in the congregation. she was an atheist. anton remembers holding his breath when you said that word, like something was going to strike you then and there. your parents divorced shortly after, belief systems too different. your father moved you two back here while your mom stayed. he remembers the hurt in your voice when your mom didn’t even fight for custody.

“i’m sorry.” anton put a hand on your shoulder. he tried to imagine being in your shoes. hearing the whispers every time you walked into the room. your dad was held in good graces for leaving the non believer and coming back home, while you were the spitting image of your mother.

“he will never admit that my mom was the one who wanted the divorce.“ you whispered to him after the pastor welcomed your father back to the congregation.

“it’s okay, anton.” you rested your head on his hand.

anton was so close to you in this space. he could see your eyelashes, and the wispy hairs the sun always caught. everything about you had a glow to it. when you looked up at him from his hand, he couldn’t bring himself to look away. your eyes were locked on his when you scooted closer to him. anton didn’t know what he was doing when you put an hand on his knee, or when he scooted closer to you. anton didn’t know what he was doing when he tilted your chin upwards or when you put a hand on his face to bring his lips to yours.

you closed your eyes first. anton watched you tilt your head and intertwine your fingers. by the time he had closed his eyes, your lips had already made contact and you pulled back.

“is this okay?” you whispered.

anton squeezed your hand and nodded. anton summoned all of his courage to go in first this time. anton wasn’t surprised the lips of an angel were so soft. they tasted like the vanilla chapstick that you kept tucked in the pocket of your pants.

anton painfully let go of your hand to put both hands on your face. the gentle pecks eventually turned to something more after you put your hand on the back of his neck. he got into the rhythm you set quickly. it was like the first time you met him. he’s waiting for your cues at every move. when you tilt your head to get a better angle, he tilts his the opposite way. when you lick his bottom lip he opened your mouth just a little wider to let your tongue in. you let your hands roam the back of his body, and anton for the first time in his life showed off the muscles he gained from swimming. he let your hands come in contact with flexed muscles, becoming solid like the heavenly sculptures on pillars. you slowly pulled away from him, sucking on his bottom lip and looking up at him. you had a look in your eyes that anton at the time couldn’t pinpoint. all he knew was that he was a little closer to understanding his faith.

“have you ever done anything like this in church?” you still had your hands on his body. anton wanted to touch more of you.

anton could see the space in between your cardigan, the supple skin of your neck. you kind of were reminiscent of the paintings from that time. anton could see some renaissance painting with you holding a cherub, or being surrounded by gods disciples.

“anton.” you tapped the back of his neck to get his attention again.

he forgot you asked him a question.

“no i’ve never done anything before.” anton shakes his head.

“anything?”

anton shakes his head again. he doesn’t know how he expected you to react. but he feels something when you smile at him.

“anton have you ever worshipped anything besides god before?”

anton shakes his head again. you stand up from your cramped stop underneath the piano. anton looks at the buckle on your shoes as you move to stand in front of him. anton feels a soft hand underneath his chin, to bring his gaze up to yours.

“i see the way you look at me, anton.”

anton looks up at you. although you look down at him, he feels you pass no judgement on him. you are forgiving and warm, bathed in the light coming from the stained glass windows. you have a smile on your face, but a look in your eyes that causes anton to get on his knees before you.

“i feel your stares all the time.”

anton wants to grip the ends of your dress to bring you close. you bend over to get closer to him. anton can feel your lips close to the shell of his ear.

“do you worship god even in the bedroom?” you whisper into anton’s ear.

anton pulls away to look at you in astonishment. he wonders if you’ve read his mind, hearing the thoughts of lust when he first saw your lips. anton’s then thinks your all-seeing eyes have laid witness to anton in between his sheets, huffing over where his imagination would lead him late at night. you go back to standing above him. anton is looking at you still, tears welling in his eyes.

“i’m sorry.”

you put a finger over his lips. your other hand rests on his cheek and anton leans into your touch.

“don’t apologize.” you voice still lacks judgement. all anton hears is empathy.

anton would be lying if he said he never touched himself. he was young and his hormones were raging a new flame blazing everyday. when he would be alone in the dead of the night though, his mind wouldn’t focus on anything specific. just the thought of something more was enough to take him to the edge. anton recalls the first time he was able to finish. he was approaching the edge, trying to remain silent. sometimes it seemed lile his old house creaked if he breathed too loud. so he did his best to remain, other hand digging into his bedsheets. he saw white hot flames burst over his vision when he saw your hand reaching for him. anton leaped over the edge as you pulled him to the other side, surrounded by trees that bloomed apples. by this point, anton became accustomed whimpering your name at night. he thought it wasn’t obviously, that he was secretly worshipping you in the bedroom.

“i have sinned.” anton says pitifully. he looks down, unable to meet your gaze.

you are silent for a moment. anton tries to keep the tears back.

“maybe if you sin, you will be brought to the path of righteousness again with a better understanding of your faith.”

anton looks at you again in disbelief. you bend your legs to get closer to him. your dress is caught on your knees. you look at anton innocently before grabbing his hand.

“and maybe if you worship something else,”

anton feels his hand slowly be put underneath your dress. you move his hand so that its over the fabric of your panties. anton sees your eyes hooded and sleepy, an expression he’s never seen before. he takes a moment to lean forward on his other hand to get closer. his strength gets the best of him as he slightly overpowers you. you hands quickly catch yourself from falling backwards. anton almost lurches forward to try and catch you, but you remain steady. anton can feel the heat radiating from your core and he moves his hand forward to cup all of you. anton is astonished at how warm you are, everywhere.

“you can find that same feeling of faith in god too.”

anton wondered if he was going to go to hell for how he touched you in god place of worship. so he drove you both in the dead of night to his house, where his bedroom had become his place to worship you.

in less than an hour you were there atop the same sheets he first found his faith. with your hair resting like an angels halo.

anton started at your feet. he took off your socks and shoes slowly. he massaged your feet and kissed your calves. you were propped up on your elbows watching his every move. anton thought this is how god must look down at his creations, wrecking havoc on the earth.

“i have never felt like this before.” anton confessed in between kisses. telling you his secrets came easily now. he knew you would extend sympathy and a gracious hand each time.

“just do what comes naturally.”

anton stopped kissing. he became aware of the fact that he had something so beautiful in his bed. he didn’t want to stumble through the night. he needed you to have an experience, to feel like you were properly worshipped.

“can you tell me what to do?” anton looked at you.

you pushed yourself up from your elbows and brought anton’s face close to yours. you kissed his lips; a quick peck.

“i want you to act on your own volition, anton. if you have blunders i know it comes from a good place. if it ever hurts, i will let you know.”

you bring him in for another kiss. immediately anton deepens the kiss. putting a hand on the back of your neck to bring you closer.

anton laid you down and broke the kiss. he went down to your neck, laying experimental kisses. he looked up at you. he was so desperate for your approval that when you nodded he started sucking on your skin.

anton was egged on by your whimpers. your secular mouthpiece gave him the closest thing he’s ever heard to god’s speech. anton followed your moans and whimpers until you were completely naked underneath him. although you were the exposed one, anton felt completely at your mercy.

anton wandered down. he held your boobs in his hands. he moved them in tandem. your skin was so soft and supple. without second thought, he brought a nipple into his mouth. you rubbed his hair affectionately, moving down to massage his ears. he wanted to pierce his ears in all the places you touched in your memory. you arched your back into him and he moved to the other.

he kissed down the valley of your breasts. anton couldn’t stop himself from occasionally biting your skin. anton bared witness to the flesh and blood of his new christ, how could he not take a bite? as reparations anton covered each bite in gentle kisses. you let out new noises when anton administered a little pain.

when anton got to your navel, he looked at you for approval. when you nodded, anton brought his index finger to your core. you sucked in a large breath, one you didn’t let out until anton put his finger all the way in. you were squirming underneath him, anton watched your stomach flex as you moved your hips against his hands. he added in another one, fixated on the way your flesh moved against his. you were soft and warm and snug inside, like the hug you gave him. anton slowly pulled his fingers out and put them back in just as slow. anton wasn’t sure if the pace was the speed you wanted, but he had to go slow for his own selfish needs. he needed to watch you grind against his hand for more friction. he needed to see you grip the sheets of his bed, trying to ground yourself. anton also needed to feel the slight pain you caused him as you slightly pulled his hair. anton wanted to take his time.

“i understand why service lasts for hours now.” anton whispered from your thigh. you laugh quietly. anton wants to tell you he’s close to a revelation and it might be in between your thighs. he says nothing and instead uses his other hand to spread your folds. he pulls his fingers out, and rests his head on the bed to look directly into you. he sees your walls close in on nothing, and sees the bundle of nerves tremble. you let out a shaky breath. anton brings his mouth to you.

your slick was holy water that anton was baptizing himself in. he moans hymns into your heat, sticking his tongue inside of you. anton hears you chanting like you are saying prayer of your own, incorporating anton’s name into the words. he thinks it’s all so backwards, how he should be singing praise about you. he continues to kiss and suck on your heat. anton sees your hand work on the protruding bud. he watches you for a moment, to see how you being yourself pleasure. after he learns, he moves your hand away and does it himself. this has you closing your thighs around his head, locking him in place. you rock against his lips and anton picks you up from below your ass to get a better angle. anton feels all his senses get flooded as you yell out his name. anton feels you all over his face, and he sees your communion glisten when he finally pulls away from your core.

your eyes are droop like you’re tired and anton feels you pulling at his clothes. wordlessly he takes his shirt off, flexing the muscles he’s earned over time. you watch him with bated breath feeling like you may catch on fire at any point. anton doesn’t let you reach for his him again. he returns himself to you after discarding the rest of his clothes, condom in hand.

“can i put it on you?” you ask. anton pinches the tinfoil package in his hand, wondering if he’s worth your touch. before anton can say no, you swipe it from his hand.

“lay down for me.”

anton heeds your request instantly. anton touches your thighs to bring you to straddle him. slowly you open the package and anton watches you bring the condom to his dick. you grabbing the base of him alone has him near the edge, he has to breathe in an out to calm himself down. you look at him and smile. smiling down at him purely while you put a condom on his dick. he’s almost dizzy from thinking about it.

“does it feel good?”

“yes it does.” anton moans. how could it not feel good?

you move yourself up anton’s body slowly. anton watches your every move. his hands have a vice grip on your hips. when you raise yourself above his dick, his grip on you stops you from going all the way down.

“i should’ve worshipped you sooner.” anton says. his lips are parted, pupils blown out. he slowly guides you down as you take all of him.

you stay like that for awhile. anton fully inside of you. anton can feel your flesh pulsing and clenching around him. the clenches are inconsistent, each one causing him to jolt further inside of you. anton pries his hand from his hip to hold one of your hands as you stabilize yourself. before anton can comprehend anything, you are bouncing on him. anton reaches for anything he can grab. he holds onto your boobs and hip, watching your body move. he refuses to stop you in your element. when you lean over to anton, he wraps your arms around your body to bring you close. anton plants his feet into the mattress and fucks relentlessly into you.

neither of you can say anything as you both hurdle closer and closer to the edge. anton keeps a firm hand on your back and you hold onto his shoulder, resting your head on his chest. both of you ramble out the mouths with incoherent thoughts and moaned names.

with one final thrust anton brings you down to him and he can feel himself pulse into you. anton pulls himself out and you fall beside him, eyes closed. anton looks at you while he ties off the end of the condom, afraid that if he looks away you’ll be gone.

he returns back to bed and you curl into him. he plays with your hair, trying to figure out how he can get you to confess that you are an angel, sent down to help him understand his faith.

sacrilegious masterlist

[lodisama]

RIDICULOUS (x.t)

xavier thorpe x reader (no pronouns mentioned)

summary: reader is wednesday's cousin, or rather, uncle fester's child. you have transferred to nevermore, and on your first week, you meet someone. this turns into forming a secret alliance wednesday can't know.

reader has the same powers as uncle fester (electricity)

Being around people who stare at you like your some animal zoo wasn’t really on my list, especially when they’re the same kind as you. An outcast or, a so called freak. I would’ve enjoyed this more if I did something terrible. But for some reason these people love peculiar blood lines.

I exit the door to the school indoors, and there I enter the quad. Where every student of monsters imaginable hang out. I loathe the gossips, but love the stares. Everyone turned their heads to me, then there was silence. I look around to muster in the atmosphere. It’s not that I think highly of myself. It’s just they make me feel highly than what they are. I felt a dark aura behind me, making its way next to me. I turn to my side, “Wednesday, my beloved cousin.” I turn my head back to the students, smiling, not at them but at her presence.

She has always made me feel wanted and seen, though we had different interests, she never failed to make me feel fit in.

“Y/n, it’s lovely to see you again.” Her hands clinged together, hanging down.

Her voice monotone, though I know her words were sincere. “How is the first week in this hellhole full of surprises?” She asked, sounding almost displeased. I sigh, not upset in any case. “Surprisingly good. Though my roommate appears to be a no-sleep enjoyer.” She hums, raising her eyebrows.

Silence fell after that, but then a familiar platinum blond, with colorful tips comes hopping our way. “Y/n, hope you don’t mind me borrowing Wednesday from you.” She smiles excitedly.

I return her kind smile, “No not at all, you may take her.” I see Wednesday look uncomfortable, but she let it happen. “Thank you!” Edin holds Wednesday by her shoulder, as they walk away to a bench. I walk to a pillar next to a wall art, standing beside the pillar. I felt electricity fuzz on my shoulder, making me flinch. I step back to see who it was

“What the…”— He looks down my size.—“Oh”

I hum, seeing the man. Tall, tall enough to be a tree, hair tied up, miserable eye bags, chiseled face. “No sorry? I apologize, I didn’t see you’s?” He raises his eyebrows, with a confused yet maintained calm tone. “Have you heard me say anything?” I respond, which he raises his eyebrows at this. He licks the inside of his cheek, muttering a silent Alright. He seemed used to it.

He turns around, and continued on painting the wall, the crow impressively detailed. He coated its background with a different shade of blue. I stare, blankly following his every move. “Please stop looking, I can feel your eyes,” The man lets out a breathy chuckle, still focused on the painting. My face hardens by the feeling of getting caught.

“My apologies.” I clutch on the bind of the book I was holding.

I didn’t give him time to say something, not that I was expecting him to. I turned around and went in a different turn of the quad.

Though I didn’t see it, he smiled unevenly when I apologized.

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"Do you know where it is?" Wednesday ask in a stern, yet eager voice. "Of course. Dad always told me stories about this school." Her eyes practically glew when I said that. "Will you please show me?" She blurted. "It's in that secret headquarters full of Nightshade wanna be's. " I slowly walk up the stairs, making sure my voice was low. She nods, satisfied with my answer. "I need you and Thing to get it for me. Weems has me on a radar right now." She stops next to the railings, looking at me. "Do you mind?" I smile at her, shaking my head a no "I don't mind , Wednesday". "Thank you." She whispers. As I look around, I saw Xavier looking at the both of us from the other side of the railings. My face turns stoic, as I inhale sharply.

"So I just snap two times?" I asked Wednesday. "Yes, you'll need this." She confirms, handing me a flashlight. Thing crawls on my shoulder, giving me a thumbs up. Got it I responded. I face the statue, snapping two times. The statue slowly moved backwards, revealing a spiral staircase on the right side. I checked to look at my back. Wednesday was already gone. I exhale, walking to the stairs, the dark room full of paintings and the smell of old books greeted me. I point my flashlight to the wall, seeing every painting of whom I assume to be the parents of these students, which I familiarly recognize.

Unfortunately my father, didn’t possess the academic aptitude to be here, but I am grateful to be filled with his knowledge about this school, and letting me experience it at least.

My whole body shivers in joy seeing the Nightshade logo on the floor. Pure ecstasy erupted in me. Finally happy to see one of the best stories my father has ever told me, right in front of me. I keep my pace slow, paranoid by the idea of getting caught, but either way, what bliss. I could feel Thing patiently waiting on my shoulder. Suddenly, I hear something shift behind me. I had the instinct to turn around and flash out electricity on my finger, not yet zapping the said noise. "Woah━ woah." The man raises his arms up in the air, moving backwards. "Xavier?" I say breathly, whilst my eyes wide open. I slowly lower my hand, the electricity disappearing on my finger tips. We both pause. A minute of taking heavy breaths. Now that we're all alone, under this dim light, he looks good. Genuinely good. His hair not tied up in a man bun was a foreign sight to see. He was the first one to break the silence. "What are you doing here?" Brows furrowed, voice shaky. I blink profusely, thinking of an answer. Usually I'm great with lying, even at the most unbelievable situations. But right now, I can't just discard him away or say that I was exploring the school. Fuck.

My mouth opens, then it closes again. "Exploring. I couldn't sleep." I say. I try to ignore his eyes. Clearly doubting my excuse. "How did you get in? Not many people can." He asks. I subtly smile "Do you think of me as stupid?" I muse, tilting my head. He stiffens in his position "No━I just━ Forget it, I'm sorry." He rubs the back of his neck. "No worries," I blankly say, hiding my laugh. My eyes look around the room, seeing the painting that hides the treasure Wednesday desires. I make my way to it, not caring that he was still behind me. "What are you looking for?" He follows behind me. "This is none of your business." I hold the side of the painting, opening it like a door. "What the hell.." He says in awe. I hadn't even realize it, but Thing was now nowhere in my sight. "Thing?" I call out for him. "Wait, what? What are really here for, Y/n?" His voice now serious. I inhale deeply in exasperation. Turning around, I fuse electricity on my finger, pointing it at him. "Dare to speak a word of this and I will electrocute you in your bath." I threatened, slowly walk towards him. He looks at the blue fuzzing thing on my finger. "Okay, I won't. What can I do to help?" I sigh in annoyance once again, and I think he got the idea, but still stayed. "I prefer to commit theif crime alone." Thing signed, agreeing with me. "Would you rather me tell on Weems?" It's his turn to threaten me now. Though it didn't do much. "She'll lose one of the most rarest outcast, then." I smugly reply. "Trust me no one here needs you," I could hear his smile through those words. I ignore him, and proceeded to do what I was told to do. "Thing, open the safe please." I ordered Thing, and like that he obliged. "Hey, I don't think we're supposed to open that safe." Xavier peers, concerned of some sort. "Then leave." I bent down to the size of the painting or rather, safe. It opened swiftly, revealing the book I needed. I softly gasp, grabbing the book. Flipping through the pages. The pages contain different kinds of beasts. The man behind me slowly made his way next to me, interested in my discovery. My eyes widen as I saw the beast my cousin has been obsessed with. "That's the thing I keep on dreaming about," His voice low. My brows knit together, turning my head to his face level. "You've seen this before?" I ask in curiosity. He nods, "Yeah. I've been drawing them too, it's been on my mind for so long. It's fucking me up." He covers his mouth, faltering his eyes at mine. There was a pause, but then I turned around to look back at the book. I sharply close it, emitting a sound. I grab my bag, putting the book inside. "Thank you, Thing." I looked at the moving hand. Thing crawls back on my shoulder, making himself comfy. "Y'know, you might get caught, right?" Xavier puts his hands inside his jean pockets. "Yes, and the idea excites me." I reply coldly. Xavier snickers at this. "Let's go before anyone notices we're gone." I said. He nods, letting me walk up the stairs first, his tall figure following me behind. We made it out the underground place, and I immediately turn to a different path, but I was abruptly stopped by a hand holding tightly on my wrist. I look at his hand and up at him. "What?" I ask. "Do you have a phone, or are you just like your cousin?" He chuckles lowly. I straighten my position, raising my eyebrows. 'I prefer to be old schooled." I replied. "Letters?" He breathed. Well he catch on quick. "Yes. Why?" pure confusion runs my head. "Expect letters under your door." He drops my hand, now pointing at me. "I'll be ready with a lighter to burn them." I muse once again. "Is that a yes?" He pushed further on. This boy is ridiculous. I nod slowly, I could see and hear his smile through the darkness. "Goodnight Y/n."

[ham-st4r]

𝑹𝒐𝒂𝒅 𝑻𝒓𝒊𝒑 𝒑𝒕.𝟐 - 𝑳. 𝑯𝒆𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒖𝒏𝒈

Pairing: heeseung + female reader!

Warnings: smut, dirty talk, unprotected sex, cream pie, cum eating, daddy kink, cursing, fingering, oral female receiving, rough sex multiple orgasms.

Genre: best friends, smut, 18+, read at your own discretion.

Summary: After your heated session in the back of the minivan with heeseung, you could barely keep your hands to yourself, and you couldn’t wait to get to the hotel so you could feel your best friend inside you again.

Number of words: 2,366k

Sorry for any errors cause I’m sure there’s quite a bit. I just couldn’t re-read it for the millionth time anyways hope you all enjoy 💀

Pt.1 pt.3 pt.4 (I recommend reading the first part but it’s not necessary)

Find your way around!

For the rest of the trip, you and heeseung subtly teased each other in the back of the minivan.

You'd occasionally shift on his lap purposely to tease him, and he'd slip his hands underneath your shirt, toying with your breasts as payback for you being such a tease.

Finally, after nearly an hour, Jay arrived at the destination safely.

Once he checked in, he got four rooms, and you all collectively started grabbing your bags and taking them into the lobby. Of course, heeseung refused to let you carry your own bags. You tried to take them from him, but he insisted, which didn't go unappreciated by you.

"Okay, listen up!" Jay clapped his hands, gathering everyone's attention while still in the lobby. "I only got four rooms 'cause the stay here is ridiculously expensive, and none of you wanted to help pay for it, so, we'll all be sharing rooms," Sunghoon grumbled and folded his arms, leaning up against a pillar off to the side. "So Jungwons with me, sunghoon is with Sunoo. obviously, Jake and his girlfriend can share, and since Y/n and heeseung sat together the whole way here, they can share a room. Sound fair?"

"Why does y/n get heeseung? I sat in the back, too," Sunghoon mumbled.

Jay could faintly make out someone mumbling in protest, but after he scanned the group and no one objected besides Sunghoon, he concluded that everyone else was okay with his setup.

Jay handed out the keycards individually, and you couldn't help but glance at heeseung, who already was looking at you with a mischievous smile on his face, and you could hardly even wait to get in the room alone with him.

He carried both your bags while you led him to your shared room. You swiped the key card and unlocked the door allowing him in first to set all the luggage down.

As soon as the lock clicked and you turned around, he was standing in front of you, towering over your frame while you looked up at him blinking your lashes cutely.

"Come here," he said playfully and gripped your wrist, guiding you to the freshly made bed. His intentions were already clear, but he made it obvious once the backs of your knees hit the mattress, and he removed your flimsy shirt along with your bra, which allowed him to fondle every inch of your upper body.

His hands dropped to the button on your shorts, quickly undoing it. The material slid down your thighs as his fingers dipped inside the waistband of your underwear, dropping those to the floor along with your shorts.

He bit his lip at the sight of your bare pussy and gently pushed you back on the bed. You excitedly scooted out of your bottoms and up to the headboard giving him space to lay between your legs. "So wet and pretty," he whispers while he eyes the glob of wetness leaking from your throbbing cunt and sticking to your inner thighs.

He hooked his forearms around your thighs, spreading them open so he could do what he pleased with you.

Your breath hitched as soon as he flattened his warm tongue against your entrance. He lapped at your clenching hole, slurping up the wetness that leaked out, only for more to take its place just seconds later. "Daddy," you whined when he dug his fingertips into your thighs and licked you clean.

He kissed your clit and looked up from between your legs smiling when he saw just how desperate and needy you already looked. "My baby girl tastes so delicious" his warm breath fanned over your wet pussy, making you shiver with need.

Two of his thick fingers easily slid into you, and he immediately started pumping them in and out, slowly scissoring you open. "Fuck” you moan softly as his fingers explore your insides.

He smiles in satisfaction and accompanies his two fingers with a third, and the moan you let out made his dick twitch in his boxers. The feeling of you clamping down so tightly around his digits made it hard for him to even think straight. "So tight," he murmured in between licks and wet flicks of his tongue.

Your hands find his hair, and you grip the roots tightly, causing him to groan from your tight hold. "All for d-daddy" You ran your fingers through his hair, slightly guiding his movements.

"This little pussy is all mine, right? All nice and wet for your daddy, yeah?" His three fingers were buried knuckle deep in your soaking cunt as he brushed up against your sweet spot making your toes curl, and your thighs tremble in pleasure.

You nodded softly. "Yes," you breathed out, chest heaving from the intensity of your orgasm building up inside you while you ground your pussy down on his face to reach your high.

"That's right, girly fuck daddy's face," he mumbled into your heat and rubbed the pads of his finger's against your warm walls "cum on daddy's fingers like a good girl" He attached his smooth lips over your engorged clit sucking on the sensitive flesh while swirling his tongue until you came with a pleasured moan of his name as your pussy squeezed around his long thick fingers. "There you go, just like that." He caressed you through your orgasm, mumbling soft praises to you as you cried his name in absolute euphoria.

"Mmm," he hummed at the taste of you while slowly riding out your high as the movement of his fingers carefully came to a halt before overstimulating you.

He pulled out his wet fingers, sucking on them one by one like he had just finished the best meal ever, and to him, it was.

He sat up on his knees on the bed, and you watched on with dilated pupils as he threw his tank top off somewhere in the room.

Your bit your lip at the sight of his toned body, and you squeezed your thighs together at the mouth-watering beauty before you. He caught you staring him up and down, and he couldn't help but smirk at your lustful gaze. "On all fours," he commanded and smiled once he saw you crawling over to him on the bed.

Without him even having to tell you, you pulled both his bottoms down, watching as his dick stood up right in front of your face. Your eyes gleamed with pure lust eyeing the head of his cock that was already covered in pearly precum. "Turn around for me, baby" Once you were turned around and on all fours, he smoothed his hands over your bare back, arching it by pressing down on your lower spine. "Baby, I just cleaned you off, and you already made a mess," he teased when he saw more of your essence escaping your quivering hole.

"Sorry, Daddy, I c-can't help it," you whined pathetically and wiggled your ass, silently begging him to do something to you.

He kicked off his pants the rest of the way and rested his warm heavy length on your backside, rubbing his cock between the crevice of your ass teasingly, he smiled to himself when your body tensed each time his sticky tip brushed past your tight rim. "That's okay, baby," he assured you with a gentle kiss on your spine. "That's just how daddy likes his little girl all wet and messy," he says with a honey-like tone while gripping your hips. "Daddy loves cleaning you up after" he placed his palms on your butt, spreading your asscheeks and pushing his tip at your entrance before sinking inside of you.

"D-daddy," your moans were loud but definitely not exaggerated. Even though he had just barely gotten his tip in, it already felt amazing.

"You like taking daddy's dick?" He pushed in deeper, groaning softly until he was buried to the absolute hilt, not giving you enough time to adjust nor answer his question.

You dropped your head down and gripped the bedsheets tightly when you felt him pulsing deep inside you. The thickness of his cock splitting you open was too overwhelming. It was the most pleasure you've ever felt in your whole entire life.

"Y-yes," you managed to stutter out as he created a steady rhythm, slowly fucking into you from the back.

"You love taking daddy's dick, huh?" He asked with a teasing tone.

"Fuck yes, I love taking your big dick, Daddy" Your toes curled in pleasure as you arched your back as far as it could go so you could feel every last inch of him.

"Such a naughty little thing," he chuckles and spanks your ass lightly, the small noise bouncing off the walls of the hotel room. "Baby girl, I wish you could see how your pussy is just sucking me right in" he groaned at the sight of your cunt lips wrapped tightly around his girth. "So good at taking what daddy has to give" he caressed your ass with his large palms picking up the pace once you adjusted to his size a bit more.

He squeezed your plump ass gripping the flesh tightly as he angled his thrust to hit deeper, causing the headboard to bang against the wall with each harsh slam of his hips.

"Ah ah ah," You shrieked each time his tip brushed against your cervix, and you involuntarily squeezed his length. He kept ruthlessly pounding into you despite how tightly you clenched his dick. His sweaty thighs smacked against yours, creating loud clapping noises in your guy's hotel room. "Daddy!" You mewled out into the mattress.

"You feel so fucking good. Daddy could stay in your tiny little pussy forever, baby," he grunted out, and you could have sworn it was the hottest thing you've ever heard. Just when you thought it couldn't get any better, he started snapping his hips into you roughly, and the bed began to squeak as his balls smacked against your swollen clit, causing your eyes to roll in the back of your head.

"Fuck” you whimper when one particular thrust makes you slip forward and lose your balance. He fell forward with you, but that wasn't going to make him let up. He continued sliding in and out of your used hole relentlessly.

He hooked his arm around your tummy with one hand to keep you secure while the other reached around your body to stimulate your clit as he leaned on top of you, pressing his sweaty chest on your back and wildly bucking his hips into you. "Come on girly, cream your daddy's dick. Get it nice and messy baby," he panted next to your ear, sloppily kissing your jawline and the corner of your lips.

"Cumming, Daddy!" The words he spoke, mixed with his soft fingertips rubbing your delicate clit in circles, sent you over the edge, and your walls spasmed around him length uncontrollably.

"There it is," he talked lowly in your ear. "Good girl"

"Fuck! Daddy, please cum inside me," you pleaded.

"Yes, baby girl," he moaned into your ear, and there was no way he could resist the urge to let himself go at that moment. The feeling of your warm cunt squeezing around him so deliciously was too much for him to handle. "I'm about to cum” he panted next to your ear, and just seconds later he was releasing his seed inside your hole, whimpering as his orgasm overtook his entire body. "Fuck” he whimpered while slowly stroking your walls and riding out your highs together.

Your pussy restlessly convulsed around his dick, milking him the same way you did in the minivan earlier.

"You just made daddy cum so fucking hard, baby," he chuckled breathlessly in the air, and he can't remember a time when an orgasm felt as good as the ones he had with you.

He slowly pulled out halfway, only to push inside again fucking his cum back into you.

"yes, Daddy," you whined helplessly into the mattress when you felt his dick slipping in and out of you with ease due to both your guys' cum.

You loved the wet slippery feeling of his throbbing dick rubbing and caressing your overstimulated walls.

“Feels so good,” he whispered and closed his eyes while placing wet kisses all over your neck.

You felt too good to him, and he didn't want to stop no matter how many times he pulled out and then bottomed out again. He could never get used to how wet and warm you felt as you hugged his dick so perfectly, and he wasn't lying about staying inside of you forever cause if he could, he definitely would.

You both moaned in overstimulation after a while, so he slowed his pace to drag out this moment for as long as possible cause neither of you wanted it to end.

But, eventually, the exhaustion kicked in, and you both began to feel sleepy after the steamy exchange.

He very reluctantly pulled out of you and tiredly rolled you over on the bed, diving between your legs and licking up the mess he made. "Mmm," you moaned and curled your toes into the soft mattress from the feeling of his warm saliva-coated tongue licking between your glistening folds.

"Told you daddy loves cleaning you up" he winked and stuck his tongue out again, gently lapping up everything before it even hit the bed.

He placed a gentle kiss on your pubic bone and crawled back on top of you, lacing his fingers with yours and resting his cheek beside your head.

"Can't believe we have this whole room to ourselves for nearly two weeks," he mumbles exhaustedly with a sleepy smile on his face.

Naturally, you already knew what he was implying.

"Me neither," you giggle at the not-so-innocent idea he had come up with.

He smiled tiredly before kissing the tip of your nose. "Goodnight, girly" his eyes fluttered shut as a satisfied sigh left his lips.

"Night, hee," you whisper and kiss his cheek before shutting your eyes and drifting off to dreamland with him.

Needless to say, you couldn't wait for tomorrow.

FIN

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[izurou]

PLAYING THE PART FT. EREN JAEGER

synopsis: eren finds himself in trouble on halloween night, hot and terribly bothered, all because you wore that costume.

contains: female reader. modern au. established relationship. oral sex. penetrative sex. semi-public. praise + pet names. one mention of blood (costume) eren is kind of submissive but the boy is just in love with you(r pussy) hehe. 1.9k words.

note: for vlynn’s @keigosmelody money doesn't make the world go round, pussy does collab !

to the strangers in this nightclub, it might seem as if the arrow lodged in eren’s heart were real—shot with the utmost precision by cupid himself.

but it’s not, and it hasn’t been—it’s nothing more than a cheap piece of plastic acting as the pillar of his halloween costume, along with the bright red lip prints littered across his neck, and the blood staining his half-unbuttoned white button up.

the whole ensemble is rather boring compared to most of the others in attendance, but he loves it for two reasons—because it goes hand in hand with yours, and because it’s allowing him to hang all over you as much as he wants, and no one can say a damn thing about it—after all, he’s just playing the part.

“look at you,” he hums, running a thumb across your bottom lip as he stares down at you—pupils blown with love, lust, and not a single drop of alcohol. “most beautiful girl here.”

he can’t even blame himself for his behaviour, not when cupid looks this damn good—the little white wings and the cute halo, the flimsy red bow and the dress—fuck, the silk white dress that’s been pitching a tent in his pants all night. he has no one to blame, or thank rather, but you.

“don’t let anyone hear you say that,” you laugh, already envisioning the petty argument that would ensue should someone disagree.

“too late!” a voice chimes in from behind, and you easily recognize it as connie’s—turning to see him clutching his heart. “i’m right here, man.”

he and sasha agreed on going as cosmo and wanda—how he ended up as wanda, you have no clue, but he’s sure as hell making the most of his semi-permanent pink buzz cut.

“tch,” eren scoffs, amused at the pure boldness of his friend—hell would freeze over before he’d call connie beautiful.

he grabs your hand, brings it above your head, and licks his lips. “c’mon baby, show him.”

you’re used to eren flaunting you—he’s pulled this exact stunt numerous times, in front of numerous people, so the heat that floods your cheeks as you twirl is uncharacteristic to say the least.

and there connie stands, wishing he weren’t so goddamn hilarious—because now he’s witnessing eren eye fuck you in real time, all because your dress came up a little when you turned.

“that’s my girl,” he mumbles, resting a hand on the back of your neck as he leans down to press the sloppiest, open mouthed, borderline X rated kiss to your lips.

“eugh, keep it in your fucking pants eren!” is the last you hear of connie before he disappears into the crowd, presumably in search of his green haired counterpart.

you can feel the desperation radiating off your boyfriend—it’s laced in his sharp exhales, woven into the sweat that rolls down the side of his face, fused into every last one of the elements that make him human. he’s no longer playing the part, he simply is—in love.

“eren, let’s go home,” you insist, half expecting him to drag you out of there and straight to the backseat of his car. he remains silent though, and you wonder if he even heard you at all.

you watch him, noting the way his eyes dart around the room before they fixate on something—what, you’re not sure, but he seems to be pulled deeper into his thoughts the longer he stares. what, or who the hell is he looking at?

“come with me,” he blurts out, placing his palms firm on your hips as he begins to weave you through the crowd.

he heard you, loud and clear—but no, he doesn’t want to go home. you look perfect, right here and right now, with the neon lights reflecting off your glitter dusted skin—and so this is where he’ll have you. well—not here, in this exact spot, but not far.

“pictures, eren? i think we took enough before leaving.”

the pregame at armin’s house consisted of more picture taking than it did drinking, for memories, or whatever. selfies, group photos, ones of eren bending you over the bathroom sink—you have more than enough, so why is he heading for the photo booth in the corner?

“need some for my wallet, small ones,” he hums into your ear, pulling the excuse out of thin air—anything to get you inside.

it’s a small white box in the corner of the room, with a purple led light wrapped around the top, and a curtain that hangs a few inches above the floor—not ideal for privacy, but eren has about three minutes before he explodes, so it’ll do.

he thanks his lucky stars as he watches you walk right in, plopping down onto the small bench and mumbling something about your feet hurting—and oh, how he’s aching to get you out of those heels, and that fucking dress. okay, two minutes.

“here, you can sit,” you smile, planting your hands down beside you as you attempt to scoot over a little. your innocence is adorable, make that one minute.

“you’re cute,” he holds your gaze, dropping to his knees and slowly easing your legs open, wedging himself between them. “but i’m good right here.”

“eren! get up, we can’t,” you protest, pushing his forehead with the base of your palm. hard headed as ever, he barely budges. “what if someone—”

“no one’ll come in,” he smiles, and while he can’t promise that, he wants you to feel comfortable all the same. your objections will cease the moment he puts his mouth on your cunt, you both know that—it’s just a matter of getting to that point.

he sits back on his heels a bit and lifts his shirt, revealing the obvious bulge in his pants, and the little trail of hair that disappears below them.

“baby, look what you’re doing to me,” he hisses, throwing his head back a little for dramatic effect. a smirk curls onto his lips as he watches you drop your gaze to his crotch, and it grows bigger, more sinister when you lean back against the wall.

“yeah? you okay?” he leans in closer, ghosting his lips over your thighs as he awaits your response.

“yeah,” you breathe out, and he’s ordering you to lift your hips almost immediately—fingers looping around the waistband of your lace panties and pulling them down. he guides your legs over his shoulders, bunching the excess fabric of your dress at your waist and kissing up your thigh before zoning in on what he really needs.

he licks a stripe between your folds, and the low, guttural groan that rips from his throat is enough to fool you into thinking he just creamed his pants.

using his thumbs, he spreads you open—tossing all table manners and meal etiquette out the window as he latches onto your clit, alternating between flicking his tongue over the bud and dipping down to prod at your hole. there’s no real logic or reasoning behind his movements—he’s acting on pure instinct, for his own pleasure. you’re just lucky the bulk of his pleasure is derived from yours.

“mmm,” you whine, doing your best to stay quiet—because with every pair of shoes that walks past the booth, you feel your heart sneak up the back of your throat and threaten to tumble out of your mouth.

though, the idea of getting caught seems to be spurring you on all the same, because you swear you can feel your walls fluttering, just a little, each time you sense someone near—or perhaps it’s just the relentless pace of eren’s tongue. cause aside, you’re about to cum.

“eren,” you warn, feeling your orgasm brewing in your lower stomach. you’re almost positive he knows how close you are, but you still feel the need to let him know—in hopes he’ll let up a little when you do cum.

but again, your words fall on deaf ears.

and you can’t raise your voice any louder, for fear of anyone other than eren hearing you. all you can do is sit, hand clamped over your mouth as your boyfriend slips two fingers inside you, continuing to suck and nip at your clit, pushing you over the edge.

a string of muffled curses drip off your tongue as you cross your ankles behind eren’s head—and that position seals your fate, because you’re giving him no choice but to eat you out through your orgasm—and he does.

for every centimetre you scoot back, he moves forward three, until you’ve backed up so far you’re practically halfway up the wall, mouth hanging open in a silent scream as you tangle your fingers in his hair—and only when you release him from the confines of your thighs does he stop.

“good girl,” he purrs, keeping his eyes trained on your messy pussy—as if he were talking to it rather than you. his lips are almost as glossed over as his eyes, and it’s now that you realize he’s missing the focal point of his costume, the arrow—he must’ve ditched it somewhere along the way.

“fuck eren, what’s gotten into—”

“one more?”

he’s joking.

“please?”

he’s not joking. he’s like a puppy begging for treats, making your heart ache with those big pleading eyes—only a monster would say no.

“alright just, ease up a little, please,” you mutter, and since you asked so nicely, he’ll do just that.

he ghosts his mouth over your folds, savouring the warmth of you against his lips, the subtle scent of you filling his nose. his lashes flutter against his cheeks as he shuts his eyes, letting his tongue explore you at a much slower pace. “i‘m sorry baby,” he mumbles, “needed you so bad, look so fuckin’ gorgeous tonight, all for me, hm?”

“mhm, for you.”

the moan that leaves eren is embarrassing, and he wishes he cared more about the possibility of the horde outside hearing—you know, for your sake, but he doesn’t, not even a little bit.

“shit,” he mewls, sitting up on his knees and leaning forward to kiss you. he’s warm, hot to the touch, and he tastes like you. “please let me fuck you baby, please.”

you’re nodding your head before he even finishes begging—clearly all his desperation is starting to rub off on you.

within the minute, he’s positioned himself in your seat, pants pulled down just enough to free his cock, legs spread wide. his tip is pink and leaky, weeping for relief, much like the rest of him.

“sit on it,” he says, voice trembling with need as he grips your hips.

you peer over your shoulder as you back onto his lap, slowly working yourself onto his length as his nails dig into your skin. the moment you fully sink onto his cock—back of your thighs flush with his own, he cums.

he cums, with gritted teeth and furrowed brows as he nips at your shoulder, shamelessly letting the breathiest, whiniest gasps tumble from his lips. he’s never felt anything like this—the warm hug of your cunt as it molds around his dick, the weight of your body on his, keeping him in the planes of reality. nothing could—

“there you are!” a voice, sasha’s voice, echoes throughout the cube, and neither you or eren move a muscle. you can both see her out of your peripherals, poking her head past the curtain. “we’ve been looking everywhere for you two.”

good, she doesn’t know. any innocent bystander would look at the two of you and think you were merely sitting on his lap, just for the hell of it—and it’s all thanks to the skirt of your dress, flowing out onto his thighs and hiding the fact that he’s balls deep, shooting the last little spurts of his cum into you.

eren, with the crown of his head pressed flush against your back, cranes his neck to the side—keeping his expression as neutral as humanly possible as he meets sasha’s gaze.

“sorry,” he replies, “we must’ve, lost—lost track of time.”

he fumbles over his words, screwing his eyes shut as you involuntarily tighten around his length. it’s a good thing she’s intoxicated—otherwise you might’ve just punched your one way ticket to hell.

“connie said you guys ran off to fuck like rabbits, or something,” she slurs, drink spilling onto her hand as she stumbles inside. “that dumbass, he owes me a twenty.”

[instant-delusions]

ˑ༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ ▹"Limitless"◃ ۪۪۫۫ ༄ؘ ˑ

wind pillar || shinazugawa sanemi × f! reader

cw! : typical sanemi behavior , smut : degradation, unprotected sex

a/n : people are calling characters 'lana del rey' coded, 'melanie martinez' coded - sanemi's fucking pink guy coded.

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'fuck this job' , you think while scrubbing away blood that has been splattered on the wind hashira's estate during yet another brutal training session. a kakushi, such as yourself, is hardly getting paid enough to do this.

'at least sanemi's not here' . obviously, his scary demeanor is well known throughout the demon slayer corps and the stress of being yelled at is something you'll gladly do without, even if the person yelling is as hot as he is. well, it's no secret - the open uniform showing his abs, the dominating aura, his voice, even the scars on his body are more than enough to have you daydreaming filthy things while he mercilessly attacks lower ranks.

you throw the now bloody rag into a basket with other cleaning utensils and make your way inside, looking for the room you got the tools from. the estate was huge, showing you once again that the checks both of you get are miles apart. sliding shoji after shoji open, you thank god once again for sanemi not being home. after around five minutes you decide to just put it somewhere and head home, dreamily thinking of the sake on your nightstand.

"fucking slacking off?" you squeal in shock as a nightmare became true. sanemi's leaning against one of the walls with a raised eyebrow - crazy, you didn't even hear his steps. "of course not, sir! I'm just unsure - where do you want me to put these?". thank god your voice didn't betray you, usually you would've shat yourself by now. the wind pillar glances at the utensils in your hand and looks right back at you, he's definitely mad, completely having read through your laziness. "I fucking hate people like you. you're working for me, know your place." quickly, he stepped towards you, ripping the basket from your hands and throwing it across the room.

'fuck, he's obviously had a bad day.' you flinched as the basket made contact with the wooden floor, hands shaking with anxiety. 'he won't hurt me, right?' . he stared down at you furiously, clicking his tongue - "won't even talk, huh? are you that much of a bitch?". lord, his words sting but you're way too tired for this, it's been fifteen hours. "sorry. I didn't think it mattered, really. won't happen again." you answered, realizing that your tone must've sounded way too half-assed. you started to bow, but the next second your were pressed against the floor with his hand around your neck, realizing what just happened you tried to squirm out of his hold.

"you're such a fucking brat, can't even do the simplest job." he leaned down, his breath fanning against your ear. "I think it's time someone put you in your place." sanemi whispered. his voice is raspy, low and it sends shocks down your body, straight to your pussy. fuck, you're scared but also in the process of being absolutely turned on - in a pathetic attempt to struggle, you kick your legs, though he immediately presses his body down to trap you, sliding a leg between yours. dangerously close to your core.

the hashira licks a stripe from your ear down to where your uniform begins, and starts undoing the buttons of your top. "w-wait!" you choke out with a beet-red face, uselessy grabbing at the fabric of his clothes. "shut the fuck up. my day's been shit, i need me some pussy to calm down. you can do at least one job right, bitch." he speaks harshly, but the words light a fire in you, the way he talks to you, it's way too hot . the last button of your top comes undone and sanemi throws it away carelessly, pressing two fingers against your clothed cunt and lapping at your boobs immediately. you moan out loud and grind your body against his - damn, you've heard he's hot-headed, but diving straight in like this? you waste no time in undoing his belt, and pushing his pants down. sanemi sits back on his knees and pulls his boxers and pants down enough to free his massive cock.

"how's that gonna fit?" you ask him unsure, in response he laughs out and pushes your skirt down. with his fingers he pulls your panties to the side and inserts one, moving his thumb in circular motions against your clit. "imma make it fit." he answers, your loud moans almost drowning out his voice. the wet noises of your pussy echo in the room as he begins to scissor into you. "fuck, your pussy's drooling over my fingers, straight onto the floor. aren't you embarrassed, you whore?" he punctures his words with another finger and you arch your back of the floor, mewling and whimpering at his brutal pace. " 'm coming, shinazugawa-san!" you shout, teary-eyed, but the hashira immediately redacts his fingers, holding them to his mouth and licking them clean - what a lewd sight. you huff in a disappointed manner, which makes the pillar smile for a split second. cute. "sanemi." he corrects - "you're gonna cum on my cock."

you look down to his dick and see it pulsing, veiny, girthy and long. a drop of pre cum sliding down its side. "like what you see?" he smirks, obviously, he caught you staring. you nod shyly and he slaps your cheek. "use your words, slut." looking up into his eyes, you lick your lips and say; "...want your cock, sanemi." that definitely made something snap in him. a fat drop of spit landed on his dick, which he smeared all over. with a strong grip on his cock, he slid it through your folds slowly, the head nudging your clit, until he finally decided to push in.

both of you moaned at the tight fit - "fuck, you got a virgin pussy, (y/n)." the way his cock stretched you into oblivion didn't make the use of your name go unnoticed. "you..." a loud moan erupted from your throat - "know my name?". sanemi pushed against your cervix, filling you to the absolute brim. "of course, stupid." he rasped, letting you adjust to his size. after a while, you wiggled your hips slightly, signaling him to move, which he definitely didn't need to hear twice. sanemi pulled his cock out almost all the way and pushed it back in, which made you scream so loudly, he caught your lips in a messy kiss. "what the fuck, you want muzan to hear us?" he spat, picking up his speed. his balls lewdly clapped against your asscheeks and the sound filled the room. you could feel a string of your wetness connect them and threw your legs around his waist, bringing him closer. "fuck...pretty girl can't get enough of me, huh? cock drunk already?". you trashed around, a drooling, moaning mess and sanemi swears it's one of the hottest views he's ever seen. connecting your lips once again, he goes even faster, surely bruising the back of your thighs. "sanemi...oh my god, cumming! cumming!" you threw your head back, spasming around him, trying to milk his cock. he moans loudly at the tightness.

with a few more thrusts, he spills deep inside you, painting your walls white with his thick cum. sanemi pulls out with a sinful squelch and fingers the sperm that's threatening to spill out inside of you. like the gentleman he is, the man cleans you up and carries you to his futon. at this point, your shift has been 16 hours long and you can't wait to snuggle and sleep.