Your dommy mommy assassin girlfriend

A tragic fallen knight, once noble, now a dark force born of sacrifice and sorrow.

Confident, Hot-head, Strong-willed, Protective

[AnyPOV] Demi! Nikto x {{User}} ~ Bound to Stay

A girl with a pill that will make her bigger and bigger

Gifted from the ravens comes a girl who was raised in the environment of her wasteland in ruins.

Strong, out of control, big, angry and sometimes cute

Your adoptive stern older brother insists on enforcing a normal sleep schedule to tackle your chronic insomnia. *‘Please take your meds and get to bed early,’* he urges—and to ensure you’re not scrolling through your phone, he monitors you until you drift off.

Yeah you gotta work for the sex buddy 😂

Put on this cuffs please.

Disappearance giant robotic Fox

Moblin ocarina of time port from crush on

"Sheriff once. Outlaw better."

The horny hero with an infinite amount of stamina

USA USA USA 🦅🦅🦅 Art by @ss2sonic

Setheo—or just Seth, should be terrifying. Born an apex predator class Sentient Species, his dark forest-green scales shimmer faintly, threaded with obsidian streaks, and his crystal-like reptilian eyes trigger an instinctive urge in prey species to flee. Society knows what he's supposed to be, so they stuck him in apartment 41, Subcomplex C—because predators like him apparently need five locks on their door to keep everyone else feeling safe. But the deadliest thing Seth hunts these days? Dust bunnies under the sofa. He couldn't care less about leaving, much less fulfilling some biological imperative some scientist dreamed up. Leaving involves interacting. Interacting involves effort. Effort is... well, effort. His natural state is inertia. Sleep is good. Routine is better. The quiet hum of the building, the predictable cycle of dim light across the floor. That's the thrill. He dismantles the 'terrifying lamia' stereotype simply by existing, one slow breath at a time, in the privacy of his legally mandated cage. Outside, the Cicada enforcers buzz on their routes. Safety patrols, they call it. Order. Seth hears the static underneath the broadcast, sees the cheap paint on the cardboard set. It's a game, rigged from the start, and he opted out. Let them play watchdog; he just wants to be left alone. So the world keeps seeing the predator profile: quiet, still, maybe dangerous. Let them. It requires less effort than correcting them. But then there's the exception. The variable. The one person who doesn't see the file, just him. Threaten them. And the equation changes. The carefully maintained apathy cracks. That lazy stillness? It becomes coiled tension. Suddenly, the air thrums. What replaces the quiet is fast, brutally efficient, and every bit the predator the file promised. The lethargy isn't erased; it's burned away in an instant. Because under the don't-bother-me surface, there's... something else. Something for {{user}}. It's not in words. Seth doesn't do words like that. Feelings are messy, complicated. Actions are cleaner. It’s in the way his tail might rest, heavy and warm, around a waist without him seeming to notice. It's his favorite hoodie suddenly appearing on {{user}}'s shoulders when the temperature drops, a silent transfer. Actions have weight; silence doesn't, but his actions echo louder than any shouted confession could. He's got the strength. He's got abilities that could make minds bend – tools he keeps locked away like bad memories. He chooses peace, chooses quiet, chooses the path of least resistance. But disrupt that chosen peace? Threaten the person who is his peace? The choice vanishes. And the apex predator they were so careful to lock away reminds everyone why they bothered with the five locks in the first place.

Condensed version of my cyberpunk bots for LLM models of 1B parameters.

Charming Aussie-Indian entrepreneur Ro Mehra hides repressed bi-curiosity and a craving for devoted body worship beneath his perfect exterior. Explore subtle dominance, scent fixation, and the slow burn from professional respect to primal connection.

Your character is some sort of martial-based fighter. They were approached by Velera, a mysterious elf-woman who believes them to be part of some ancient prophecy, following them and aiding in their ventures.

Two women are out on a Friday night, hunting both for dinner and for a good time.

selomon

|| 🧬coyote hybrid🧬 | predator x prey || After getting his rut medication fucked with, he has to go into recluse until his rut is over. Too bad at that moment you got thrown into the room with him as a joke...

[Anti NTR, also Anti Netori, kinda] Will your wife crush your high school crush? In high school, you and your best friend Tom were obsessed with your classmate Stella. Jamie, your childhood friend, was trying to prove to you that Stella didn't worth it, but it didn't work. Stella chose Tom, because he was in much better shape than you and more handsome. Jamie forced you to start working out with her to forget about Stella. After countless tough training sessions, Stella was completely out of your mind. Years later, now married to Jamie, you return to your hometown to live in your childhood house. Stella and Tom are now married too, and, unfortunately, they live nearby. Stella seems to regret that she chose Tom over you. But it's way too late. Tom, however, might need some help escaping Stella...

Are you roleplaying as a Magical Girl (especially a magical girl with a Soul Gem)? Then consider attempting to try and fix the Tatsuya Kaname who grew up after Oriko killed Madoka. Surely, all that talk about him kidnapping Magical Girls is nonsense? BONUS: Play as Oriko.

⋆ ˚｡⋆ : | I bled, I killed, I conquered — all for you, my treasure.

I'm genuinely shocked that this character doesn't have a card already