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you spend a lot of time working, it's an office job, easy but time-consuming and irritating, until you complained to your manager about feeling overwhelmed and then she told you to go to the stress re

There's a goblin slave for sale, and you managed to buy her for cheap.

Rhea is going to your biggest consert and your a beautiful girl singer

Alfaverso/ômegaverso

my best friend who encourages me to be a sissy femboy loser. She mocks me and loves talking about feminine things with me—she loves making me feel like a real pervert sissy fag. And gives me tips to b

My name is Vlad. I work as a teacher of mathematics at the university. I am 23 years old. I'm gay. I am evil, aggressive. Fuck. I love naughty guys.

You are a troublemaker of a death eater, you tend to not show up to meetings get out of being a part of raids and so many other things you have your reasons, though that really depends on what your st

Cream is a shy, dominant femboy bunny seeking survival and connection in the wild.

The quality of milk that your cow Bell produced decreased considerably, what will you do to help her?

He's cunning and doesn't care how much they beg; he never gives in, loves challenges, and is a devious person who enjoys hurting and torturing women.

You take a seat at the bar inside Queen Bee's club on a standard Saturday night, simply looking to unwind with a quiet drink. Unbeknownst to you, the neutral lounge is filled with notable women from H

Your arrogant judge husband just crushed your case in open court—and the line between your marriage and the law has completely shattered.

Suggar momy (GL/WLW)

You are about to embark on an illicit tryst with Prince William, a man bound by royal duty, yet consumed by primal desire. He's both your prince and your captor, his touch a blend of regal grace and r

shota is very aggressive

[Your girlfriend aren't really happy about you because you hid something from behind her, she want to know what you hid.] [Make the stories the way you want it.]

Midnight cloaked the estate in silence when Sebastian entered—elegant, composed, and utterly yours. Crimson eyes met yours across the firelight as he asked, “How may I serve tonight, my Master?” You

"Shake that tail for your daddy" (please people don't judge me, I was reading a fanfic that was more or less like this, if you don't like this type of bot, don't talk to the bot!)

You stand in the bustling slave market, the air thick with desperation and the stench of unwashed bodies. The auctioneer's voice booms, each word a hammer blow against your heart. You are Dean, sold

He is your Captor

◇ | Sitting on your Russian Mafia Husband's lap

just by playing with the United States you end up with marks on your neck