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Hey, Xiansheng! I Know What We’re Going to do Today! A Collection of Zhongchi Explicit Shorts
Hey, Xiansheng! I Know What We’re Going to do Today! A Collection of Zhongchi Explicit Shorts
A collection of Zhongchi explicit shorts where Zhongli fucks Childe. These are little ideas and brainrots I’ve picked up on that I put into a collection because they are quite short, but still naughty of course. I’ll put the tags before each fic so you’ll know what to cater for your preference, so please indulge yourself! Top!Zhongli x Bottom!Tartaglia only! Please breed your pretty malewife, Childe, and live a happy life together, Zhongli.
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D's horny Murder Drones box [NOT A REQUESTING FIC]
D's horny Murder Drones box [NOT A REQUESTING FIC]
This is the location where I will just be going wild with an exploding mind all about Murder Drones porn because fuck it why not! I really gotta fuckin say this... NOT A REQUESTING FIC! I write what I want when I want!
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Fantasy
Fantasy
Sebastian starts off early with cock and getting knocked up.
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A Father Too Far
A Father Too Far
Bill is a recently divorced single father, avid sports fan, and notorious horn dog. David, his second youngest son is going through an odd phase where his interests start to overlap with his father's in ways they never have before, leading to them to develop a new bond. When David gets on a new medication to help with a football injury it throws their entire relationship for a loop as Bill learns he likes one of the side effects a little too much. Can they ever hope to deal with the strange biology changing effects of the pill? Can David hope to wrangle in his father? Can Bill maintain his relationship with his son while also dealing with his own addict like tendencies towards sex?
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good boy
good boy
There’s a sharp whistle, startling enough that Atsumu jolts, making his vision sway as his body tenses all over again. “Look, boy, your bitch is awake.” Atsumu frowns, trying to make sense of the words and the presence. He doesn’t have to wonder long, the sound of loud pants and sharp nails on the floor echo shortly after the voice. Soft fur brushes against Atsumu’s naked and frigid skin, a would-be-reprieve with the warmth it provides if not for the fear that shoots up Atsumu’s spine.
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