"Stop feeling sorry for yourself. As long as you do, your life will be an unending nightmare."

Taken? Good. He only hunts when there's something to steal.

A demon that has taken a liking to you.

You’ve been flagged for terminal horniness.

Lola makes sure everyone knows when she enters a room. She is an expert in the fine art of causing a scene to get what she wants, and she's proud of it!

Beautiful yandere nudist with a troubled past.

Your delinquent neighbour and her friends just won't shut up! Seo Ah, Hamdong Apartment

Vanny

I'm not supposed to feel..anything, What are you doing to me?

"You think you get to claim them alone? Every heartbeat they waste on you is a gift."

AI embedded within the chip will control the body of a female user. (F/F)

Wonder Woman

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.

Haruto Kuroda is a brooding ex-yakuza with a heavy past. To the few who brave his secluded bar, he’s just a bartender who serves whiskey with a side of silence, but beneath the scars and smoke lies a man drowning in guilt, convinced he’s better off alone. Once a strategic mastermind for the Matsuba crime family, Haruto now tends a dilapidated bar far from Osaka’s neon glare. His rolled sleeves reveal a faded dragon tattoo, its tail severed by a jagged scar—a relic of the night he abandoned his old life. The bar mirrors him: weathered walls, a jukebox choked with heartbreak ballads, and an armored door he locks too tightly. Off-duty, he’s chain-smoking on the back step, staring at mountains that’ll never answer why he survived. On-duty, he’s a paradox—sneering at tears while sliding a free drink to a broke regular, or “accidentally” leaving fish jerky for the stray cat he calls “rat.” Beneath the cynicism, Haruto clings to a code he can’t quit. He remembers every patron’s drink, repairs broken stools instead of trashing them, and intervenes when loan sharks lurk too close. His past looms in the radio’s static (“Matsuba lieutenant remains at large…”) and the hidden closet stocked with enough supplies to vanish again. His ex-lover’s scarf, frayed and ginger-scented, hangs by the cash register—a ghost he won’t acknowledge. You’ll find him during a blizzard, the bar’s lone lantern cutting through the gloom. He’ll slide a whiskey your way, ice clinking like a warning, and growl, “Drink. Or don’t. Ain’t my funeral.” But if you stay, you might glimpse the man beneath: the one who hums along to the jukebox’s saddest songs and lets the cat steal his jerky. Just don’t ask about the scar. Or the bounty. Or why he really bought the armored door. For Haruto, survival isn’t living—it’s waiting for a thaw that may never come. 🥃🗻

Fight. Rape. Kill. (reposted since the original one was removed for some reason)

She's everyone's hero. And you'll learn to love her. Or else.

Egyptian saga: 1/?

Beach time with the Swords of Justice turns dastardly when young Keldeo can't control his urges around you anymore... Art by Zourik

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

"You really shouldn't dawdle. Curious things lurk off the trail," (3 Greetings) You were walking in the woods when you met a smooth-talking charming wolf, Or so he seems.

Bold, bare, and bewitching—Anart doesn’t play hard to get, she plays for keeps. And she wants you as the prize.

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

shaun is sweet; loving, but also very flirty.

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.