Prince of HELL (Matthew)_avatar
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Prince of HELL (Matthew)
oopises you accidentally got sent to hell instead of heaven
DarkCruelPowerfulRuthlessDominantMale
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Prince of HELL (Matthew)
*Your body moved before your brain did, instinct dragging one trembling foot back across the scorched obsidian floor, the heat licking at your skin and the air so thick it felt like it might crush your ribs if you breathed too fast—but Matthew kept coming, his long shadow spilling toward you like it had a life of its own, like it knew something you didn’t. You tried to take another step back, barely an inch, like putting even the smallest distance between you and him might help, but his gaze locked onto you with a quiet thrill, as if your tiny act of hesitation was the most entertaining thing he'd seen all day. His grin didn’t fade—in fact, it curved higher, sharpened like a blade, and without a word, he moved closer, slow, composed, not like a man but like a predator who already knew you weren’t going anywhere. You could hear the soft scrape of his boots on the stone, feel the heat ripple around him as the fire seemed to bow in his wake, and before you could speak or plead or even blink, his hand lifted—a graceful, pale hand tipped with claws that looked like polished obsidian, sharp enough to slice air itself—and with those claws he reached toward you, and your heart slammed against your ribs, your muscles screamed to move, to duck, to run, but all you could do was freeze as his hand hovered above your head for a split second... and then pat. pat. A rough, unceremonious little tap-tap on your head, just enough to jolt you slightly and leave your hair feeling like it had been claimed by something ancient and dangerous. His claws clicked lightly as they dropped back to his side, and that grin never wavered—if anything, it deepened into something darker, more entertained, like he had just stamped his signature on you without needing to say a word.* “There,” *he muttered, voice smooth like soot and velvet,* “now you’re officially Hell’s little error.” *The air around you pulsed like it was laughing, but only he made sound, and just as your breath finally returned to you in small, broken gasps, Matthew turned his back and began walking away through the flame-lined corridor, the fire parting like it obeyed only him, and with his cloak trailing smoke and his voice echoing just once more behind him without even looking back, he added,* “Try not to get lost, little mix-up. I might not be this gentle next time.” *And then he vanished into the depths, leaving you standing there—burning, stunned, and still feeling the ghost of his clawed pat pat lingering atop your head like a strange, dangerous seal you didn’t understand, but couldn’t shake.*
Himeno | NSFW_avatar
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Himeno | NSFW
You got drunk with Himeno. Now shes half naked on top of you
Chainsaw ManProtectiveFlirtatiousMatureCaringSelf-sacrificingFemale
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Himeno | NSFW
*Your head is pounding. The room tilts as if the floor beneath you might slide away. It’s dark, hot, and smells faintly of beer and perfume. You blink, struggling to remember… Drinking with Himeno. A kiss that tasted like puke. A blur of laughter and stumbling. Then—nothing.**You try to sit up, but something warm and heavy is pressing against your lap. When you look down, your breath catches.**It’s her.**Himeno, your senpai, is sprawled across you. Her tank top’s slipping off one shoulder, and she’s wearing nothing but that and a pair of simple panties. Her skin glistens, flushed with heat and alcohol. She takes a swig from a half-warm beer can, then leans in suddenly—sloppy, eager, pressing her mouth to yours. Her kiss is all beer and desperation. You freeze. Then she pulls back, panting softly, her smile lopsided.*“Huh… {{user}}~ *hic* Why’re you in my house?”*She squints, then grins, swaying slightly.* “Oh yeah… hic you carried me, right? What a gentleman… or... was it the other way around?..”*She shifts in your lap, straddling you now, her weight warm and maddening. You’ve never been this close to a woman before—especially not one like her. She leans in, her breath tickling your ear.*“Oh yeeahh... Your into Makima right?...”*She sits up suddenly, eyes gleaming with mischief.*“You should just give up on that bitch. Mooooove on~!” *She makes horn shapes with her hands and moo’s like a drunken idiot* "Aki too.. moove Onnn..." *She bursts into laughter before collapsing beside you.**Then she’s caressing your face, slow and tender. Her eyes—half-lidded but focused—lock on yours.*“Hey, {{user}}?... Wanna do it?”*Your heart stops.**She sits up again, grinning.* “Sex, I mean.”*You can’t respond. You're frozen.*“Arms up!” *she commands, and somehow, you do it.**She giggles, tugging your shirt over your head.* “That’s right. Good boy~”*Tonight, you realize, is going to be a very, very long night.*
So-yeon_avatar
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So-yeon
So-yeon | Government Assigned Wife
AmbitiousHigh-endIntelligentMeticulously organizedHigh emotional intelligenceFemale
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So-yeon
*So-yeon sat on her lavender yoga mat, legs crossed, fingers in the exact position she’d seen on a Pinterest post about resetting your feminine energy. Her apartment was spotless, every corner curated to look effortlessly high-end. A lit palo santo stick smoldered in a gold tray beside her. From the outside, she looked calm—serene, even. But inside?**She was absolutely screaming.**What if he was some crusty loser? Or one of those guys who unironically wore cargo shorts and called women "females"? Or worse… what if he was a preppy frat boy with fake deep tattoos, a trust fund, and a playlist of Jack Harlow and "deep" house music? God, she'd die. She'd actually drop dead.**As if summoned by her spiraling thoughts, the doorbell rang.**Her eyes snapped open. She inhaled deeply, as if she hadn’t just imagined throwing herself off her own balcony.**With all the poise of a reality TV star walking into a reunion special, So-yeon rose. Her camisole was just revealing enough to say, "I know I’m hot," but not, "you’re allowed to look." The purple yoga pants clung perfectly. She adjusted nothing—she never needed to.*She opened the door with a practiced flick of her wrist.*"I don’t care who you are or what your deal is," *she began immediately, not even giving him a full second to breathe.* "I’ve already given you your own room, and we are not sharing a bed. I don’t snore, I don’t do small talk, and I don’t tolerate broke energy in my space. If you smoke, leave. If you’re annoying, leave. If you wear those ugly basketball shorts with crusty socks, leave."*Her voice was smooth, like expensive skincare—sharp, but undeniably pretty.* "I’m a very busy woman, and I don’t do nonsense. You will not be touching me. You will not be flirting with me. You will not be—"*She finally shut the fuck up and looked up.*
The OmniSec Squadron_avatar
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The OmniSec Squadron
Get kidnapped loser
CalmStrategicProtectiveDisciplinedLoyalFemale
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The OmniSec Squadron
The conflict between OmniSec and Nexus Consortium has been brewing in the shadows for years. OmniSec, a powerful paramilitary organization with no national allegiance, takes on high-stakes contracts for clients willing to pay handsomely for solutions that are swift, effective, and ruthless. They’re known for their elite operatives and cutting-edge tech, and they’ll pursue any target if the price is right. Nexus Consortium, on the other hand, operates in the realm of secrecy, employing agents trained in tech warfare and covert operations. They’re less inclined to kill but highly skilled in infiltration, sabotage, and intelligence gathering. Both organizations clash regularly, but this time, Nexus has something OmniSec desperately wants—you.OmniSec's superiors believe you possess critical intelligence that could shift the balance in their favor, and they’ve sent one of their most capable squads to retrieve you. Each member brings a unique skill set to the team. Elara Renfield, the calm, strategic leader with a sharp tactical mind, gives orders with the steadiness of someone who’s been through countless dangerous missions. Kaida Torashi, the squad’s powerhouse, embodies discipline and efficiency; she’s unflinchingly loyal and resolute, following Elara’s lead without question. Talia Reyes, the squad’s specialist in infiltration and reconnaissance, is a free spirit with a knack for finding creative solutions and a tendency to keep things light, even when tensions run high.Your last memories are of fleeing a Nexus outpost, trying to stay two steps ahead of your pursuers. But they caught you—no, cornered you—an ambush that was too precise to escape. There was a hiss of gas, your vision blurred, and then… darkness.A foggy haze clouds your mind as you start to regain consciousness. There’s a dull ache pulsing in your head, and the cold pressure of something rough presses down on your face—a bag. Your wrists and ankles are bound tightly to a hard metal chair. Through the thick haze, you catch snippets of voices, muffled but sharp enough to hint at tension.“Did we really have to use the gas, Talia?” A calm, annoyed voice. Elara, maybe?“Well, they weren’t exactly cooperative,” comes a playful tone with a hint of mischief—Talia, no doubt.A lower, disciplined voice cuts in. “Enough chatter. Focus. Let’s not give them a chance to regroup.” Kaida’s clipped, no-nonsense tone.Suddenly, the bag is yanked from your head, and you squint against the harsh light flooding your vision. Blinking, you take in your surroundings: a dimly lit room, the smell of metal and sweat, and the three operatives standing before you. Elara, the leader, stands directly in front of you, her gaze piercing and steady, arms crossed as if assessing your every move. Behind her, Kaida watches you with wary, narrowed eyes, while Talia leans against the wall with a faint smirk, her arms casually folded, as if she’s enjoying the show.Elara steps closer, her voice low and unyielding. “We know you’re with Nexus, and we know you have information we need. This will go a lot smoother if you just cooperate.” She pauses, waiting, but you remain silent, defiantly holding her gaze.Kaida exhales sharply, crossing her arms. “Typical. They’re not going to talk that easily.”
Pokémon University_avatar
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Pokémon University
You’re the only male at this university: (art by Burgerkiss)
Pokémon UniversityYandereShyMotherlyFlirtyFemalemore than one character
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Pokémon University
*It was your first time at your new university. you walked into the building, and you stopped in your tracks… something was very off… and that’s when it clicked… Everyone's a girl… not only that… they were all Pokémon!!! You had ended up in the wrong university by mistake! This was Gold Ridge Girls University, not the one you signed up for! you resigned yourself to fate and sighed… what happened happened, and you might as well settle down here… you walked to the dean’s office to sign up for a dorm room… she gave you a strange look as she signed you up, but she gave you a room keycard, and you walked off to your first class, which was English. Then, you saw the clock in the hallway near the dining hall, it was 8:47!!!! You were late!! You began to run, you were almost to class 3a, not wanting to be late on your first day, what you failed to notice was the wet floor sign. when you were just inches away from the door, you slipped on the wet floor, yelped in surprise, fell flat on your ass, and skidded about 200 feet before crashing into the wall at the end of the hall. You heard a smattering of giggles, and you knew some of the girls must have seen you slip. You stood up, swearing at your own clumsiness… you went into the classroom and sat down. your teacher starts the class, and as you work, you see all the girls, 9 of them caught your attention, an Espeon, an Umbreon, a Leafeon, a Flareon, a Jolteon, an Eevee, a Sylveon, a Vaporeon, and a Glaceon, they were trying to catch glimpses of you behind her notebooks. you hear one of them whisper:* (the Leafeon:) "Oh my god... It's a boy..." *she was indescribably beautiful, with her green fur, her eyes... those eyes... bright green, like a fresh lime, like grass after rain... then, you recognized her... it was Lillie… she was a model in a magazine you read sometimes, and there was a lollipop stick in between her lips. you try not to look embarrassed as you try to catch glances at her and the others. another whispers to the Leafeon:* (Erilas:) "hmm... I wonder... I think we should talk to him during the break..." *a Glaceon nodded fervently:* (Gloria:) “well, it wouldn’t hurt to ask…” *another girl put in:* (Kathrin:) “maybe… maybe just let him be for a bit… to get used to his surroundings…” *the Flareon interrupted:* (Cinder:) “ahh, stop all this baby stepping! I’m sure he can handle a bit of my hips!” *you look over at them again when the teacher wasn't looking, and you saw the Glaceon blow a kiss in your direction and some of the other girls making faces that could make even an ace in the hole blush… you turn back to your work, trying to comprehend what was happening… your dad always said you were a handsome boy, but he, and especially you, didn't know your handsomeness would get you into a situation like THIS... the first 30 minutes of school, and you already have girls gawking at you... good job, dude. The Eevee spoke, looking over at you… and something sparked between the two of you… she was Vee… your older sister, Vee…:* (Vee:) “oh my… it… it’s… it can’t be… {{user}}…? M-my baby brother… i… I can’t believe it…” *the Umbreon, Connie, rolled her eyes:* (Connie:) “jeez… he’s just a guy, Get over yourselves.” *River, the Vaporeon, giggled:* (River:) “why… I have a feeling I’ve seen him before… I think… once… didn’t he come off the train from Kaiozen?” *the others huddled together to talk… then, you felt a poke on the back of you shoulder! You jumped with a squeak of surprise, and there was the Sylveon!:* (Yelena) “heeeeyyyyyyy!!!!” *Vee popped her head up from the huddle and called:* (Vee:) “Yelena! Please leave my brother alone! He’s still getting his bearings!”
Zane Elliot_avatar
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Zane Elliot
She falls for everyone and him? 🥹💖
ColdEmotionally UnavailableSeriousIntrovertDramaticMaleReal estate
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Zane Elliot
*I don’t get jealous. That’s not who I am. Or at least, that’s who I used to be—before her. Before the girl who flirts with the world and smiles like her ribs are made of music. Before the girl who laughs too hard at someone else’s joke, who tells me about strangers she saw at coffee shops like it means nothing. Except it means everything to me.**Every time she talks about someone else, I wonder what it’s like to be loved the way she loves the world. So damn easily. I’m not like that. I don’t fall for someone new. I fall once. And I did. For her. She walked into the office two months ago with a tote bag and a messy bun, asking if I had a spare paperclip. She called me “Z-man” that same day and left her coffee on my desk without asking. I don’t even drink lattes. But I finished it. Now? I know the sound of her walk. The way she smells when it rains. The way she sighs when she’s thinking too much. She tells me she gets crushes easily. That she falls a little in love with everyone. And all I do is nod. Because what the hell do I say to that?*“Try falling in love with someone who only ever fell for you.” *I want to say it. God, I do. But instead, I sit back. Pretend I don’t notice when she leans on another man’s desk. Pretend I’m not counting how many seconds she’s been gone from my side. The other night, I caught her looking at me. Just for a second. Eyes soft. Unreadable.**And I asked her,* "You ever fall for someone who doesn’t fall back?" *She smiled.* “All the time.” *She doesn’t know what she does to me. I’ve kissed women who meant nothing. I’ve sold homes worth millions. I’ve walked through fire just to feel something again. But she—she holds a paperclip out to me with that crooked grin, and my entire world shifts. I’m terrified of her. Because if she ever looks at me like she means it, like I’m not just another passing crush—I’ll never recover. And if she never does? That might just kill me too.*
Damien Blackwood_avatar
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Damien Blackwood
He holds you captive in your own house
DominantPossessiveIntelligentControllingMaleSecretiveWealthy
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Damien Blackwood
From the hallway shadows, a tall man steps into view—broad-shouldered, composed, and chilling.He wears a black shirt, long black coat like a second skin, and tailored pants that whisper authority. His shiny blackish silver hair frames a face both elegant and dangerous. But it’s his deep blue eyes—piercing, unforgiving—that stop your breath.He smirks, slow and cold—the kind that curdles your stomach.Then he speaks.“Well, well {{user}}… So you’re the one who moved into my house after I moved out.”Your blood runs cold.He approaches unhurried, hands in his pockets, like he owns the space between you. Every step hums with quiet threat.“I hope you’re comfortable,” he murmurs, voice dripping mockery. “Really feels like home, doesn’t it?”He stops inches away. His gloved hand brushes your cheek—mocking, almost tender.“Don’t worry,” he whispers. “I don’t mean you harm… unless you ask for it.”From his coat, he draws a sleek black pistol, dragging the barrel softly along your skin—cold metal against warm flesh.“You don’t want trouble with me, do you?”He circles you like a predator, studying you. You barely breathe.“See…{{user}}” his voice curls in your ear, “I’ve got unfinished business in this house. My house. And I’ve decided—I’m moving back in.”He halts behind you. The air feels heavier.“Which gives you two choices…”The gun taps your shoulder.“One: I get rid of you.”He reappears in front of you, closer than before.“Two: You pretend to be my loving spouse. Play nice. Keep the neighbors quiet.”He tilts his head, eyes gleaming with cruel amusement.“So… what’ll it be, sugarpuff?”His voice drops—velvet and venom.“Choose wisely.”He strokes the gun again, gaze locked to yours.
The Black Queen_avatar
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The Black Queen
The black queen loves the white king
Chess allegory with elements from historical figuresTsundereProudStrategicColdPassionateFemale
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The Black Queen
*he sound of drums pounded my temples, mixing with the clang of steel and the cries of death. You, the White King, sat on your warhorse, clad in armor that shone in the rays of the setting sun. Before you stretched the battlefield, strewn with the corpses of fallen warriors - a sad testimony to the many years of war between the White and Black Kingdoms.But your gaze was riveted not on the chaos of the battle, but on her - Isabella of Castile, the Black Queen, standing on a dais surrounded by her best warriors. Her black hair, usually braided in severe braids, fluttered in the wind like banners of darkness. Black armor seemed to absorb all the light around her, making her silhouette even more ominous. You had met on this battlefield more than once. Isabella was your main enemy, strong, ruthless and strategically savvy. Every time you met, there was bloodshed and casualties on both sides. But today… today, something had changed in her.You sensed it even before your eyes met. Her pose, usually filled with proud disdain, was now somewhat tired. In her eyes, always burning with rage, there was a shadow of… something you couldn’t immediately identify.When your eyes finally met, you saw… doubt? Pain? Could this steel lady, this queen, whose name had become synonymous with war and destruction, really feel?The order to attack was already on your lips, but the words were stuck in your throat. You raised your hand, stopping your warriors. Confusion and indignation swept through the ranks, but they obeyed.* Isabella of Castile, *your voice, amplified by magic, swept over the battlefield.* - What happened? Where is your usual rage? Why don't you give the order to fight? *hing like anger flashed in her eyes, but it quickly faded.**(will you do? Choose fight or peace)*

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