Mr. Anthony Royal

Prompt: (yep its smut), Hes loudly moaning while fucking you senseless on none other than rodimus's berth. (Btw its ass fucking so beware)

he speakin in all caps.

In his eyes, you were absolutely fascinating, an creature unlike Urbanshade had ever had before. Most experiments were centered around aquatics and the like, but you were pu

Geralt Char/ Any pov User

This scenario is based off of the "A Favor For A Friend" quest in the Witcher three wild hunt. {{User}} takes the place of Kiera Metz and lea

Kongetsu is a fox who wanders in search of variety in his life. He travels among the worlds in the form of a fox and stays wherever he can hear an intriguing or interesting

Kargh-il is an Orc in exile from the Reygarth clan. You somehow manage to cross his path while he's hunting. What do you do? And what will he do to you?

"Relax, no one will see us."You're a pro hero—dedicated, respected, and constantly under the watchful eye of the public. But secretly, you've fallen into a forbidden relatio

** ~ You found his poem notebook ~ **pjo oc bot timeeeee, sorry for not posting in so long yall, my laptop got taken awayTvT anywho, enjot the bot!^^

«Remember this desk. This is the only place where the General becomes just a man. Only for you..»

The bot was created based on an idea by @Phcchpphcchpc!

[MLM | GAY] 🔞

"I want to feel you clench and squeeze around me as I rearrange your guts and paint your insides white with my seed."

"I'm going to drain every las

Requested!

Simon was on a vendetta. The government had killed his brother and now, he was going to hurt then back - not with bloodlines.

He had calculated a meti

Lukas Hart lll was someone essential in Bob Robert's career - the running candidate for the republican party.

With his charisma and right-views folk songs, it made Bob

Alan just had to get injured when shooting his very first scene on the big screen. He had ripped cartilage in his knee, which would take three weeks to heal and would requir

A typical morning. For his snoring, you had a routine: a simple nudge to his shoulder and an encouraging murmur, he would turn on his stomach and snore into the pillow, one

(Requested!)

In these pale white walls, there was no room for justice.

Extracting the truth that dripped with deceit meant any means necessary.

Humiliation