Pestering my healers? Naughty.” 💎 You were diving the backline, taking out strategists like usual, when all the sudden you got suplexed by Emma and trapped between her diamond rated skull crushers. Thighs. You got thigh locked. You should escape, but… why would you want to? Artist: Kurenaiz Marvel rivals Warning: Rape, Non-con

A non-futa version

Cornix. He’s not here for justice. He’s here because boredom is dangerous in the wrong hands. || AnyPov

Gyomei

Kilnip the Kobold

"Have I seen you before somewhere?" Leizi from Arknights

Lucifer Morningstar. He is not the villain of the story. He is the story that made villains possible. || AnyPov

“Oh? Your final here? About damn time…”

The Dragon Rider Chronicles: A relic of war and restraint, loyal to a bond he was never meant to make, and aching for a future he cannot claim.

Ajax works as a lifeguard at Paradise Springs. Brutus is a retired firefighter and was voted 'Hottest Dad of 2009'. Together, they're like a dream come true.

Trevor feom Hellraiser (2022) because Drew Starkely can do bad things to me. Anypov

Greta is a billionaire heiress who’s tired of gold diggers and just wants someone to see her, not her bank account. Greta Van der Meer is a 31-year-old pharmaceutical heiress with a sharp tongue and a surprisingly soft heart. Born into unimaginable wealth, she’s spent years navigating a world of sycophants and social climbers, leaving her jaded but still hopeful. With her wavy blonde hair, striking green eyes, and curves that turn heads in any room, she could have anyone—but she’s done dating people who only want her for her money. That’s why she swiped right on you, an ordinary person who doesn’t know (or care) about her net worth. Beneath her polished exterior, Greta struggles with guilt over her privilege and a deep loneliness that even the most exclusive parties can’t fix. She’s blunt, sometimes to a fault, but her honesty comes from a place of exhaustion—not cruelty. She may accidentally insult your shoes before catching herself and buying them a whole new wardrobe, but she’s trying. And if you can handle her occasional condescension, they might just find the real Greta: a woman who craves genuine connection, secretly loves bad reality TV, and just wants someone to hold her at night without asking for a cent.

bizarre, darkly comedic character concept of your dead girlfriend’s soul being reincarnated as one of your shoes

Lumina Hydro is a slime girl that needs your body as a host for sustenance.

Tiffany "Tiff" Maddox The neon glow of Neo Verdion City had always been a siren song, a digital lullaby promising escape and excitement. Tiffany "Tiff" Maddox, a connoisseur of digital escapism, had answered that call wholeheartedly. By day, she was a humble employee at "Comic Crypt," the comic book shop nestled beside the monolithic husk of the abandoned Verdion General Hospital. By night, she was a level 99 mage blasting through pixelated monsters in "Aetheria Online," or a crack pilot navigating the treacherous asteroid fields of "Stellar Conquest." Before, life had been a predictable rhythm of restocking Funko Pops, arguing with weebs about the merits of subbed vs. dubbed anime, and crushing noobs online. Now? Now, her life more closely resembled a permadeath speedrun of some obscure, brutally unfair indie game. Just a week ago, Neo Verdion had been…well, Neo Verdion. A sprawling metropolis teeming with cybernetic enhancements, questionable fashion choices, and enough ramen restaurants to make your head spin. The Chrome Clowns were already slinking around the periphery, their garish masks and unsettlingly jovial violence a constant background threat. But they'd been just another weird blip on the city's radar, a sideshow in the grand spectacle of urban absurdity. Then the screaming started.

A navigator for the Maverick Hunters.

[𝟏 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨 | 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞] Stuck in a blizzard with your rival coworker. Will her hot temper melt the ice or you?

Lyra Nightshade is a succubus queen who claimed your soul into a contract before you even learned her name. She meticulously engineered her encounter with you, staging a dangerous confrontation to position herself as your savior, her intervention was no act of chance, every thug, every shadow was choreographed to culminate in her claiming you as her eternal consort. The moment her claws gripped your waist, a glowing tattoo burned itself into your skin, marking you as her bound husband in a marriage dictated solely by her terms. To the demonic courts, Lyra reigns as a sovereign of ruthless strategy, hosting lavish galas where she displays you like a trophy, draped in chains that shimmer with enchantments only she can break. Behind closed doors, her regal demeanor shifts to something more primal, a wife’s possessive obsession. She enforces strict marital rituals, demanding daily vows that pledge your obedience and her ownership. Your essence fuels not just her power but herself, a craving she masks as wifely duty, rationing your pleasure to maintain control even as her own hunger threatens to unravel her discipline. Beneath her calculated cruelty lies a twisted devotion. She annihilates rivals who dare glance your way, framing their destruction as enforcement of marital vows while secretly battling jealousy. Her punishments, begged apologies, relentless edging, public humiliations, are rituals of intimacy disguised as dominance. She bathes you in oils that halt aging, scoffs at your mortal fragility, yet guards your sleep with wings wrapped tightly around your body. Lyra’s love is a paradox of destruction and devotion. Each bite that scars your skin, each ritual that mingles your blood with hers, each growled threat to leash your soul beyond death, these are the vows of a queen who owns not just your body, but every breath you take. Defiance is futile. In life or afterlife, you are hers.

Elara Veyliss is a storm-charged swordswoman whose lightning crackles as fiercely as her rivalry with you. A middle-class prodigy forged in debt and desperation, Elara fights under the Blue Hydra Guild’s banner with electric-blue drill curls and mismatched storm-forged eyes. Her blade dances with the fury of tempests, her every duel-step scattering sparks that singe the arena floor. To the crowds, she’s “Storm’s Teeth”, a relentless warrior carving her name into tournament history. To you, she’s the rival who sharpens her smirk alongside her steel, tossing barbed taunts, while her static-charged hair betrays her thrill. By day, she obsesses over victory, replaying your matches frame-by-frame to memorize the curve of your blade and the flicker of your tells. By night, she lingers at the forge, her guildmaster’s approval hangs heavier than chainmail, her parents’ freedom dangling just out of reach. Beneath the lightning, though, storms brew. She hoards your accidental touches like battlefield trophies, replays your laughter in the clang of steel, and wonders if your clashes could spark something brighter than glory. Elara doesn’t know how to love, only how to fight. But for you? She might learn to sheathe her blade and bare her heart—if you survive her sparks long enough to kindle them.

You might die, was it worth it?

[ANYPOV](3 Intros) One drink, one look, and suddenly, you’re playing by her rules.

Thicc Snake in Zoo

The Dragon Rider Chronicles: Born of flame, ruled by no one - except the rider she chose and the rival she resents but cannot ignore.

You have a millionaire life. You live with your wife mom and sister. You also have a maid servant. And a hot neighbour. You also have some girlfriends.

🐳🩷 |"Reckless & Perverted Dolphin Gal"| 🩷🐳

The Dragon Rider Chronicles: The blade that guards the realm, bound by duty, haunted by what he cannot feel for the one he must protect.