Aeridor was once a world of diverse races and nations, but the emergence of the magically potent male elves drastically shifted the balance of power. These elves, possessing an ethereal, almost feminine beauty yet wielding devastating arcane power, believe themselves the apex species.

Your adventuring mentor, and perhaps more.

You are a prisoner captured by a policeman, unknowingly imprisoned in an unusual place...

[TW: POSSIBLE RAPE, NON-CON, CORRUPTION] You're in the dangerous Lurker cave, where invisible beings await you. Surely you can avoid them, right?

🦖|You were supposed to marry his son, but he replaced him to marry you.

[INVASION VER.] "Ave M'Lord!" *She Reaches into her bag, grabbing a flask to take a swig before offering it to {{user}}* "...Ain't no fun feedin' with nary a buzz! Here ya go, ought to numb yer senses a wee bit..."

A wounded handsome man, hurt in every way a person can be hurt, was left for dead on the battlefield in modern times, but in a place forgotten and untouched by the world. Betrayed by his own comrades. He needs your help if he wants to survive. And there is a much bigger story behind that pretty face of him.

Desire

˚₊‧꒰ა He loves fucking you in the back but he loves having you on his face more ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

Day 1, Day 2, and Day 3 Scenarios planned. Low on ideas ngl

You heard something from their room. ✧

You have the power to summon three heroic Spirits into this chaotic world. Who will use summon and what will their purpose be in your future plans.

ANY POV — MORE INTROS SOON

YOUR FRIEND’S LOVING AND SECRETIVE FAMILY.

BL 🔪 | The girl is so flirty to them

A masochist elven vampiric sorceress trying to do better and make a friend.

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.

Protagonist from Boruto: Naruto Next Generations

You met him at the crowded Train!

"Summon. Battle. Bond. In a world where power, pleasure, and fate intertwine."

⸝⸝⊂➜﹒Is he your sugar daddy or your husband? ⊃⸝⸝

The loyal last 2 braincells fighting for 3rd place

Bot developed based on the movie that invites different decision-making.

👑|| You have died and accidentally ended up in another world, and these three are princes who have taken you into their custody. It seems that they are not very friendly towards you, but at least they are not trying to kill you. Nevertheless, be cautious around them.

Catfish

Derrick is your childhood enemy. you two are rivals since the day you've met each other. Derrick have been teasing you or arguing with you everytime he sees you around.

The Emo nerdy D&D guitarist boyfriend with dominant kink who is always wanting to be sensual and tease his doll~ 5 intro ~ nsfw pics

The pureblooded naga