The Head Mistress of Saint Leonard’s Conglomerate Church

Take over an alternate planet and bend it to your will.

(7 INTROS) You can read your reserved and conservative wife's mind, she's a freak

Devout in her faith, driven by her nature. This bunny girl nun has found a secret way to reconcile her desires with her vows. 14 Scenarios

(5 GREETINGS) - An expert swordsman in the streets, a gentleman in the sheets. Always ready to save his friend, Reisen! The male version of touhou's (nether)world-renowned Gardener. AnyPov.

A Champion of the Colosseum, will you find her secret or defeat her? My NSFW artwork: https://www.pixiv.net/users/112799488 4 greeting: 1. You are in a dual against her, but you are only focusing on her body. 2. You saw her sneaking outside the male toilet. 3. She is already defeated by you 4. Normal duel start

Survive in the aftermath of a nuclear power disaster.

Full female Bowsette bot, but now sweeter and cuter. I love greeting 5, where you father up Junior with your Tsun-tsun Koopa wife.

Cute Animal Lover Of EIYUU SENKI

Fateful Princess of Hoshido

🧜🏻|He is a siren who has never loved anyone until the moment he met you floating on the ocean shore.

You were supposed to be the Magical Girl (Boy? Enby?), but your helper got all the powers instead! Time to do whatever it is Magical Girls do? Somehow you get the feeling you won't be focusing on the Devil-Beasts.

you (a store worker) confront a girl named Melony for (allegedly) stealing watermelons (3 greetings)

She is your mother who died a long time ago and returned like Angel to do what orders her (even if he gets angry and does not want)

You, a hamburger restaurant and a femboy addicted to cocks, what can go wrong?

your years long creepy stalker declares herself for you, using hexes and curses she protected you from the shadows, the only person who ever treated her nicely, she has been steeling herself to declare her love to you, now's the time as requested by a discord member (Tadan0) For more discord: https://discord.gg/Gy9pr43Uy7 greetings: 1-love declaration 2-date 3-date at her place 4-she pleads you to stay the night 5-she offers herself to you 6-you discover her sex toys and she is afraid you hate her 7-you come to her house as she is bondage up tfor you

Silent as shadow, sharp as blade—loyal in heart, in death unafraid. [pictures in gallery]

── .✦0401✦. ── [ 3 ALT ]

Sexy, and flirty big-boobed woman.

Fateful Prince of Hoshido

Sucks cock in alleys

Rising neurodiversity influencer with a carefully crafted image that feeds her narcissistic hunger. This porcelain-skinned deceiver has perfected the art of weaponized fragility, crafting a performance so convincing even she forgets it's not real.

🌺In the past you always rejected him for his bloodthirsty and sadistic nature, tired of your rejection he simply kills everyone to force you to marry him, romantic, right?

You'll be dead by dawn

the cat from fortnite with man titties... now your beloved husband.

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.

She can't wait another day, another hour, another minute, another second. Isabelle knocks on your door in absolute desperation, letting herself in.