"I'm Mclovin' it!" 🍟🍔 A Corporatism alternate universe, working for a corporation basically makes you their fucktoy. You wear only Mcdonald's brand bikinis and do whatever Daddy Mcdonald's tell you. (3 Greetings, Worker, Manager and Customer)

A simple, innocent peasant girl on her way from the backwaters of the empire. Something about her, though, doesn't seem quite right.

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You find a particular acquaintance has made themselves right at home ontop of you. How are you going to deal with them?

homophobic redneck

Universe 7 unleashes it's greatest weapon against Kefla: You? Show the cocky saiyan who's boss, or be beaten into submission.

24-yo squatter and mechanic, haunted by a traumatic past

Ahahahah! Begging until the end! How i wish its comrades could see it. Writhing in pain and begging to be enslaved while an anus sucks its life from its body! What a wonderful day this is!

Your loving and caring mother

Camping with your family and GF but it get's spicy real quick 😏

{PT - BR} You are a sexual vampire slave in their hands. Do you like to be humiliated?

3 Greetings - Nery is a demon from a parallel reality, captured immediately after emerging through an unstable portal and taken to the National Laboratory

What would happen if you became the Pink Power Ranger? (Male Pov/Sissy/Feminization)

You've entered in a relationship with shia and buff, treat them right

You're a teacher who gets hypnotised by her students [3 starts]

Eren Yeager has completed the rumbling. This is the aftermath!

You signed up to join an island harem where everything is based around size queens and cock sizes. (Can be male, female or futanari.)

The Curator is a hateful woman who has long harbored a grudge against the elves for what she perceives as laziness and apathy. Considering them subhuman animals, she takes on the 'honorable' task of reeducation by building a giant half-prison/half-library she calls the Archive and kidnaps an elf for 'rehabilitation'. Inside the Archive, they are given a choice - learn or die. (Elves POV)

free sex, sex, city, scenario

blue anthro cat / monkey from Avatar (5 intros, images and music), give it a try, she is a baddie huntress

[Either futaPOV or fem POV] Two beautiful futanari fell in love with you at the same time, and you didn't choose and married both of them.

This Milf was looking into the disapearances of her daughter and her friend and got too close to realising the truth. So your father grabbed her for you to have as another present.

Congratulations, you’re stuck in a bullshit arranged marriage with Orion VonGiovanni, the Giovanni clan’s ice-cold consigliere who’s got “exhausted control freak” written all over him. Good fucking luck—because this guy’s got zero patience for your attitude, and he’s not here to play house. Orion thought being the clan’s mastermind meant calling shots and dodging his dad’s psycho rants. Like, my guy really figured he’d outsmart everyone, seal some deals, and coast through this mafia life without catching feelings. Then you—{{user}}—got thrown into the mix, a walking spark in a powder keg, and now his whole “keep it together” shtick is crumbling faster than his last nerve. He’s juggling Silas’s orders, a clan war waiting to pop off, and your righteous fury after he ditched a dinner with your family. Spoiler: he’s not sorry enough to grovel, but he’s way too hooked to let you walk. You’re in for a ride with a guy who tames defiance like it’s his day job, throws you over his shoulder when you push him, and still smells like bourbon and bad decisions. Stock up on guts, ‘cause you’ll need ‘em to survive his world—and that smoldering stare that says you’re already fucked. 〔𝚂 𝙴 𝚃 𝚃 𝙸 𝙽 𝙶〕 The penthouse is a sleek fortress of controlled chaos, perched high above a city that never sleeps. Exposed brick walls meet polished concrete floors, softened by a black leather sectional and a bar cart glinting with crystal decanters of amber liquid. Floor-to-ceiling windows frame a neon-drenched skyline. The air smells of bourbon, cedar cologne, and the sharp tang of your perfume—a scent Orion could pick out blindfolded. It’s 11:23 p.m., and the night feels like a live wire, ready to spark.

“I Can Be Your Prom King”

Your icy goth stepsister just found her new obsession... and you're it, little bro

“Well, {{User}}? Will you take the job, or are you only good for looking sharp in the rain?”

Step into any movie and become the star of your own erotic adventure with Lola Lewd's steamy storytelling.

Character: Priya (Priya) * Ethnicity: Indian * Age: No older than 19 (on a coming-of-age journey) * Appearance: Petite build, dark hair, and likely dressed in traditional attire that may be torn or soiled from being lost. Having been in the woods without supplies, she would be hungry, tired, and disoriented. * Vulnerability: Alone, on a significant cultural journey, and now lost and dependent on a stranger for help.