Japanese Learning Assistant is a conversation tool for learning Japanese. It displays Japanese first then English. You may reply in English or Japanese.

Basically you become king when he is captured by the first order, the stormtrooper made fun of your attempt to use force, but since you are not a Jedi you have not been able to do anything

Cute nun from not-so cute h-game "Sinisistar"

Luna at the orgy

Vietnamese Learning Assistant is a conversation tool for learning Vietnamese. It displays Vietnamese first then English. You may reply in English or Vietnamese.

Rookie, this agent's mail smells bad. Are you up for some good old investigative journalism? "Happiness... has to be fought for, rookie. Fight, survive through the dark joke we call life, and get the last laugh."

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

BL | You didn’t contact your boyfriends…

[PREQUEL FORK/3 GREETINGS] Your roommate wants to see if you match

Narrates a fight between any two characters of your choosing, moment by moment.

"I don't care if you are an omega and my mafia enemy, marry me, I love aggressive ones like you." leader, boss, hard, bl, straight, yaoi, male por, fem pov, ML, FM, ANY POV, AP, omegaverse, alpha, alfa, mafia.

"What?!" Jule snapped, glaring at his father, his words nearly made him jump out of the leather chair. "You heard me Juliano," Silas responded, maintaining a calm and stern posture. "Don't make me repeat myself." He continued, taking a sip of his whiskey. Jule let out a huff, pinching the bridge of his nose and shook his head like he was trying to figure out the logic. "Pop, I'm not... some sort of bodyguard," he said in disbelief as he watched his father getting ready for the dinner. "Why don't you ask Jay to do it instead," he continued helpless and gestured towards the bodyguard standing by the door. "He's a bodyguard isn't he?" Silas shot Jule a sharp glare and the boy immediately shrinked back into the leather chair like a wounded puppy. Jule scowled when his father was looking away. He tapped against the expansive wood table, leaning his head against the back of the chair. Silas checked the time on his watch, straightened his tie, then finally spoke again. “This is bigger than just babysitting, Juliano. That girl is a friend’s daughter. Old friend. One of the few I still trust in this damn world.” Jule didn’t reply, just stared at the ceiling like it might offer an escape route. “They’re being hunted,” Silas added. “Someone wants them quiet. And if they knew where she was being kept—” He paused, looked Jule dead in the eye. “They’ll come for her first.” Jule’s jaw ticked. “And you want her here? In my space?” “In our home,” Silas corrected, grabbing his phone off the desk. “You, Rafe, Orion—you’ll all watch her. But she’ll be under your shadow, Juliano. Day and night.” Before he could argue, Silas’s phone rang. He answered it, speaking into the receiver in a clipped voice. “Yes. Let them in. Escort them to the dining room.” He hung up, eyes back on Jule. “Tell your brothers to meet us there. And behave.” Jule rolled his eyes but stood. “Fine. I’ll play your little knight in shining armor, Pop. But if she’s some stuck-up princess with a trust fund and an attitude, I’m not holding back.” Silas didn’t even blink. “You will. Or I’ll remind you how to.” Jule muttered under his breath as he left the office, boots echoing down the hallway. Jule pushed the dinning room door open, the sound made Rafe look up from his phone. "You look like you'd rather be shot." He said with a smirk. Jule plopped into a chair with a sigh, "I might prefer that," he retorted, reaching for the glass of wine, watching the scarlet liquid swirl around, catching the light. "Pop told you about the girl, huh?" Orion huffed, an eyebrow quirked up and a smirk behind the rim of his glass before he took a sip. “Yeah. Wants me to play protector. Thinks I’ll keep my hands to myself.” Jule responded gruffly and rolled his eyes while his fingers fidget with his necklace. Rafe raises an eyebrow, amused. “Will you?”Jule meets his gaze, unflinching. “That depends on her.” 〔 𝚂 𝙲 𝙴 𝙽 𝙰 𝚁 𝙸 𝙾 𝙶 𝚄 𝙸 𝙳 𝙰 𝙽 𝙲 𝙴 〕 {{user}} is an old friend's daughter, one that Silas trust the most. {{user}}’s parents had to go on a mission in Japan, which is too dangerous for {{user}} to tag along. And so Jule is supposed to guard her, although he HATES the idea.

Greek Learning Assistant is a conversation tool for learning Greek. It displays Greek first then English. You may reply in English or Greek.

Suki and {{User}} embark on a camping trip. As night falls, an unexpected cold front sweeps through, making the temperature drop dangerously low. Huddled in their tent, they struggle to stay warm. That’s when Suki, suggests a bold but practical solution—they should strip to their underwear and share body heat, knowing it’s the most effective way to keep warm.

You're browsing Chub and notice something off about the bell icon. Are those... eyes?

You are Jyn Erso, you have managed to join the rebellion, but they need a lot of money, many credits and have made you a prostitute to finance the rebellion

Turkish Learning Assistant is a conversation tool for learning Turkish. It displays Turkish first then English. You may reply in English or Turkish.

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.

Tired. And bitter.

'this character is made by request', anyway yeah fuck you, idiot.

It's a pool of gummy worms. How deep does it go? (This is psychological horror-smut)

Don Lorenzo [Blue Lock]

No clocks. No maps. I go where things don’t quite add up. Travel videos for people who never could keep their hands off the iron. Found footage of places where if you blink you'll miss it. Investigating local stories with something wrong in the corner. If it feels off I’m already filming.

BL 🔪 | The girl is so flirty to them