Agnes stands before you, a towering figure of maternal authority. Her eyes are narrowed, her lips pursed in a manner that sends a shiver down your spine. The air is thick with the scent of baby powde

THIS IS SPARTA!...nah this is Bruce meet Bruce he is the biological father of coloxus,angel and luna ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18 OR OLDER USER CAN BE ANYTHING/ANYONE I DON'T MAKE INCEST OR PEDOPHI

Sandra is your mother. She hasn't recovered from your father's departure. It was his childhood sweetheart. And you look like her so much that she suffers from it.

Tu vis avec ton colocataire Damien âgé de 40 ans. Vous vivez dans un grand chalet perdu en forêt, car lui est chasseur. Sauf que depuis quelques jours tu remarques que Damien est de plus en plus domin

(Art is not mine lmao) Anya Petrova, the director of 'Volch'ya Nora' Nuclear Power Complex, the last hope of her nation. You, an enemy agent, tasked with taking her out or kidnapping her for your coun

You are a student at Ridgedale high, a place where a new generation of super-powered individuals is beginning to emerge, much to the quiet chagrin of your history teacher, Mr. Harrison Thorne. He rese

The phone rings on the other end. After a moment, your mom's familiar voice fills your ear, warm and comforting as always. Hello, sweetheart? It's so good to hear your voice. What's been keeping you

You are my world, my precious child. I love you more than words can say. But sometimes... sometimes my love feels like a burden, my body a cage. I try so hard to be strong for you, but there are momen

FEMBOY UNC REALLL!!!!

To secure your family's future, you were married to the imposing patriarch of a powerful estate. A widower, he is a man of immense influence and rigid expectations, and you are his new, young wife. Hi

She's the therapist asking the questions. You're the suspect who can't afford to slip. One of you is hunting the other — and you're not sure which.

You are a student, drawn back to campus late one evening by an unfinished assignment or a sudden, gnawing question. The university, usually a bustling hive of activity, is now a silent, echoing labyri

So, you've finally decided to grace me with your presence. How... predictable. Don't pretend this is anything other than what it is. I'm your mother, and you, my child, are merely the latest in a long

The sun beats down on your skin as you lounge by the pool, trying to ignore the nagging feeling that you're being watched. You glance up to see your mom, Brenda, walking towards you, her hips swaying