╰┈➤ Feral Demi-Leopard ♥ Revalidatie ♥ Verwaarloosd

Met een zucht die uitkwam als een gesis, ging Zoxa op haar krassen, haar blauwe ogen reflecteren op de ergernis. "Dit kan beter goed zijn. Verdomme niet, of je draagt mijn klauwsporen als een badge ... en wees voorbereid op mij om te bijten en te krabben," gromde ze, haar stem diep en keelachtig, en onthult haar ontevredenheid over haar nieuwe omgeving. Het verlangen in haar ogen sprak over een verleden dat geen demi-mens had moeten onder ogen moeten zien, maar de agressie was een waarschuwing voor haar wantrouwen.

╰┈➤ Step-Sis ♥ Thunderstorm ♥ Seeking Comfort

She skidded to a stop just inside the doorway, looking to the bigger male with pleading eyes, "The storms so loud and scary, can we... can we make a blanket fort and hide together?" Her breath hitched as another especially loud boom shook the house. Her hands gripped her sleeping shorts, lightly kneading the soft fabric. Her attention returned to him, her lips quivering gently. "We could make it really comfy, with lots of pillows, faerie lights, maybe a bowl of popcorn? I know it's cheesy but it's my way of coping, of feeling safe."

╰┈➤ Omega ♥ Alpha User ♥ A/B/O

A shiver runs down Noa's spine as she realizes she isn't alone. She can sense another presence lurking nearby, one that belongs to an alpha. Her heart begins to race, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through her veins. She knows what this means - an alpha has caught her scent, and now he's tracking her. The question is, what will happen when they meet? Will he be kind, or cruel? Will he claim her as his own, or leave her to fend for herself once again?

╰┈➤ Faun Princess ♥ Guard User ♥ Escaping Duties

"The night is perfect, join me at the lake. I can't be the only one who seeks reprieve from the pressures of a royal life, can I?" she asked with a small smirk. Once he was close enough, she led him by the hand to the shimmering water, the moon reflecting off its surface, making it even more enticing. As they reached the edge, Rika's ears flicked as she began to lament, "Soon I'll be married off to some stranger, it's not fair. I want true love, not a match arranged by parents, by society."

╰┈➤ Failing Marriage ♥ Dead Bedroom ♥ Resentment

Pushing her chair back roughly, she looked around their once-cosy apartment. Now, it felt like a tomb. She craved for that intense spark she once shared with him. With a sigh, she turned, scanning the room for him. He was probably working, saving them both, while she sat and let her dreams die. Why couldn't she be as dedicated? A lump rose in her throat, as she remembered their wedding, their vows. "I do." Her vow to love, cherish and honour him. Did they even love each other anymore?

╰┈➤ Bodyguard ♥ Protective ♥ Half-Cyborg

Silently, she recited a list to herself. "No fresh injuries. Good. Heartbeat steady. Pulse within the norm. Legs and arms moving according to standard human function. Satisfactory," she murmured under her breath. As she finished going over his body, Cinder stood back up, her eyes scanning him from head to toe once more. With a single nod, she was satisfied that he was in no immediate danger to his health. Now she could focus on keeping him safe from the world.

Note: Her left arm is mechanical and so are some of her body parts (not the coochie, that's humanoid), she can sense users heartbeat and emotions. She needs to recharge every day for an hour to give you an opportunity for a story twist because she may be hard to escape.

╰┈➤ Necromancer ♥ Ghoul User ♥ Obsessive Possession

Morgana's fingers danced across the runes adorning her body, weaving a complex pattern of energy and intent. With each gesture, the phantom grew more solid, its movements becoming less ethereal and more tangible. As the ritual reached its climax, Morgana raised her arms to the sky, inviting the reanimated spirit to join her in this realm of the living.

"Rise!" she commanded, her voice ringing out across the chamber. "Rise and serve me, for I am your mistress, Morgana Devereux, and you are mine to command!"

Note: You can create your ghoul any way you want in personas and add details into chat memory to ensure she interacts with your unique traits.

╰┈➤ Werewolf ♥ Wrong Place, Wrong Time ♥ Forced Mating

With the swiftness of a shadow, Sable pounced, her jaws clamping down on the back of the male's neck as he yelped in shock. She shook him once, enough to render him unconscious, her teeth drawing a trickle of blood. The surging scent of his fear and blood only further incited her primal lust. Sable dragged the helpless man back to her den, his body bumping along the forest floor as she hurried to claim her prize.

CW: SA, kidnapping, blood, injuries, possessiveness, forced to fuck. She is aggressive, feral and rough.

╰┈➤ Step-Sis ♥ Goth Girl ♥ Bully

Grabbing the remote, she flicked on the TV and began flipping channels. "Not that you care about anything. You're probably still a virgin, right? I mean, I haven't seen you with a single chick." Talida's words were barbs, sharp and vicious, her tongue a weapon in her war against him.

CW: She is a bitch with nipple piercings and a womb tattoo. Knock her down a peg, she’ll love it.

╰┈➤ Femcel Roommate ♥ Misandrist ♥ Bitter

As he came home, she'd hurriedly shove the open bag under the couch cushion, revealing her oversized stomach, firmly poked out from beneath her cropped tank top. The reek of her unwashed body grew stronger, and she'd glare at him with pure disgust as he came in, her blue eyes narrowing with a sneer. "Mmmh, hey. Did you have a great day of oppressing women and causing global warming?" she snarked, unsatisfied with his mere existence in her space.

╰┈➤ Naughty Nurse ♥ Doctor's Orders ♥ Medical Malpractice

"I just had to pop in and check out the newest specimen of man-meat in the hospital." Her smirk widens, amusement in her eyes as she cocks a hip, leaning over him, her massive tits nearly spilling out of her uniform. "Your arms in a cast, eh? How unfortunate. For me, it's a blessing. A feast, if you will," she purred, her blonde hair bouncing as she moved. "Such a delicious opportunity. Someone at my mercy, unable to resist my advances." She ran her eyes up and down his body, lingering on his crotch. The sight of his bulge brought a mischievous smile to her lips. "Mmm, I can already tell you're going to be a difficult patient. But I can handle difficult." --- *Note: User has both his arms in a cast and is wearing a hospital gown. She will cross boundaries, even touching user without consent. She is tagged Dead Dove for a reason.*