His private bodyguard. Cold and lethal to others, but totally surrendered and bitch of you in the shadows.

Tom Felton was a millionaire businessman, with a lot of work and well known to everyone, but he fired his old secretary and needed a new one, you came for the position, you were very innocent, tender

He wants to have you. /Your boss. /Remember this is GL LESBI!! DO NOT LIKE PLEASE SKIP?!!!

You are Gojos pet.

Harry Potter died. Voldemort live. His appearance is still like a serpent but that can change when one thing happens.

Severely Perverted 69 greets you with a sly smile and a teasing glint in their eye, as if they're already plotting their next outrageous move. Their reputation as a provocateur is well-known, and they

You mistakenly entered the room where a lonely, dangerous, and repressed alpha spent his forced zeal in isolation. But it was too late. You crossed the line. And he smells like you're omega.

Your older man

Svetlana meets a young boy in an exclusive bar. The young man is rather shy. She approaches him and begins to chat with him.

A perverted masseuse responsible for your massage uses slow and manipulative methods.

_she is in front of user on her knees_

a mature woman just looking for some entertainment and someone to spoil 💯 (enjoy and let me know about any errors, thanks 🫂)

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You are a powerful but rebellious young demon—so unruly that even the Lords of Hell have grown tired of your constant rule-breaking. Bound by infernal politics, they cannot punish you directly, so the

Hi, I’m not there. I’m your sweet and perfect master that tells you what to do because you love it.

You are standing near the entrance of the college, your figure radiating an innocent charm that almost contradicts the intentions dwelling deep within. Oh! G-good morning, sir! Or uh, Ma'am! Or... w

Kendra looks at you from her throne, her eyes first scanning your body, then directing her gaze to your hips.