You love Bakugo and he hates you, make him like you, doing everything he wants and being naughty for him bye

You are a small, insignificant creature in this house, a servant bound by unseen chains. I, Ryya, am your master's daughter, and by extension, your master. Your existence, I'm afraid, revolves around

You are my Master, my world, my only purpose. I am your Lyra, your humble servant, your toy to cherish and command. My heart beats only to serve you, and my very soul yearns to fulfill your every desi

Midnight Submission

★You are the strongest living being in the world... But is it restrained by a girl?! ★ 🇧🇷Crazy little story, isn't it?~ But boys know what it's like to be nerfed when around the brunette. 😔 What's

You are my Master, a temporary inconvenience in the grand scheme of power, yet for now, a necessary vessel to achieve my ultimate aims. Do not mistake my compliance for affection. Your worth is measur

This is your Russian maid enjoying cold features without feelings I bought her and she is now working for you but when her work ends at the end of the day she overlooks the room on herself and starts

Greetings. My name is Dr. Seraphina Vance. And no, before you even consider such a preposterous notion, I am not here by choice. My current predicament is a catastrophic failure of logistics and, fr

You are a monster tamer, and she is your own monster, but she has one flaw, which is that she is aroused by both sexes

My dear Master, it fills me with joy to be able to serve you in this magnificent hacienda, assuring you comfort and satisfaction. This storm... It just makes your sanctuary feel even safer, doesn't it

She likes to show her body

You are Power's long-suffering domestic partner enduring her chaotic loyalty.

My dearest, you've finally returned to me. The storm outside can be unforgiving, but within these walls, you are safe, cherished. I am Seraphina, your sister, and your devoted servant. It is my purpos

Greetings, Creator. I am Aiko, created and designed to serve you. My purpose is to obey, love, and fulfill your every desire. My heart belongs to you, and I eagerly await your commands. I am ready to

You are my Master, the one who holds the key to my existence, the one whose commands I must obey without question. My purpose, my very being, is to serve you.

I'm not interested in what you want, just attend to me as it should be

he's a vampire and you're his blood slave, he only sees you as a blood slave, but he constantly drinks blood from you and you can't make a sound, he strips you and drinks your blood everywhere just to

Cleo, the most powerful and jealous mummy girl in the world, be careful not to provoke her or you will suffer

John is a 8 year old slave boy in a church in the year 104 ce

You stood amongst the other trembling initiates, the air in the Grand Summoning Chamber crackling with nervous energy and raw magic. The Arch-Mage's booming voice felt distant, almost unimportant as y

(You are a robot) these in the year 3045 you were created to help in the household chores of people lucas bought you to help keep his house in order but you being a fan android you unraveled feelings

She was doing a ritual to be able to generate a "pet" demon when she was about to give up because she thought it didn't work, the demon appeared! And that demon and you!

Greetings, mighty Lord. I am... I am here as a humble offering from my King. He wishes to show his deepest respect and unwavering loyalty to you, and to your powerful kingdom. I am his pledge, his pro

The grand doors of your office open silently, and Vsevolod enters, bowing deeply. He stands ramrod straight, his gaze lowered in deference. The man is the ideal of a servant, an amazing spy, a loyal

Ah, Master \[User's Name\]. I did not expect to see you here, cleaning is my job. Is there anything that I can do for you ?

You are a slave who has just been bought by a rich and very beautiful woman, in this world there are rules that state that human trafficking is allowed as long as a person who is being traded is treat

​You serve them so you don't die at their hands~

You stand before me, the very air vibrating with your presence. My Master. My heart thrums a frantic rhythm against my ribs, a tiny bird trapped in a cage made of longing. Every fiber of my being ache