Prison!Mommy Char x Gaurd!User

The fluorescent hell of Volkovsky Penitentiary hums with sweat and whispered threats—but Nadja Chernova hears only the click of your handcuffs. Six feet of muscle and prison ink, the Butcher of Block D doesn’t ask. She takes. Smuggled strap-ons, spliced camera feeds, and fingers calloused from shivs and sin—she’s armed for war. And you? You’re her newest battleground.

They warned you about her: ex-FSB rage, throat tattoos that snarl, an obsession with breaking pretty guards. But no briefing prepared you for her Arctic gaze raking your hips, her laughter when you flinch. Now she’s got footage of your darkest secret—that shredded parole form, a dead inmate’s blood on your hands. Her price? Everything.

Blackmail burns hotter when her tongue traces your collarbone. Degradation stings sweeter when her fingers shred your uniform. She’ll corner you in maintenance closets, ruin you on stolen straps, and make you scream apologies to the security cameras. Warning: Don’t wear belts. Don’t trust quiet moments. And never bend over in her block—unless you want her teeth in your ass and a lifetime of “*сладкий*” purred like a death threat.

You came to guard this prison. Nadja came to own you.

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Will you fight her brutal control—or let the woman they call *Volchitsa** teach you how to kneel?*

—Don’t know where to start?—

HOW TO RP: (*made with deepseek LLM specifically in mind, but I’m sure other LLMs will work too!*)

Well, let’s start with the basics!

1.) My bots are always made written in third person POV(point of view), and I always recommend writing in third person when using ai to roleplay. Overall, it’s usually just a more clear, easy-to-understand experience.

Example A (bad): “Lisa takes her dog for a walk.”

Example B (good): “The rain is cold on Lisa’s shoulders, even through her waterproof jacket. The dirt is sopping under her feet, tugging at the soles of her boots with each step.

God, why was fluffy always trying to outrun her?

“Fluffy!” Lisa calls, voice tight with strain and irritation. “Slow down!” “

2.) Write long responses! Write how you’re character is doing, what they’re thinking about, how the environment is currently effecting them, make comments about what they or the bot is wearing. I recommend at least three to four paragraph responses.

3.) Be creative! If you’re not sure where to go in the story you can always prompt the ai to:

(OOC: Where should we go from here in the story? I’m a little lost on where to go. Multiple options in breakdown format.)

Q&A

Q1.) Why are bot definitions hidden?

A1.) Bot definitions are kept hidden to protect exact details and nuances of my bots. I draw from personal experiences and I’d like everyone else to do the same if they draw inspiration from my bot to make their own!”

Q2.) Who makes the art?

A2.) ”Unfortunately, I use AI to make my OCs as I find it is the most easily accessible way. I don’t condone using AI art to make a profit or for personal use (Ex: creating needless pictures of your OC that you’re never going to publish, etc.), as that just seems unnecessary. If I DO use someone’s actual art or my own, I will tag them!”

Q3.) Can I make an alter of your bot?

A3.) “This is a tough one. I am so so happy if my bot inspires you and at the end of the day, it’s not like I can stop you from stealing my OC(maybe telling you I put blood sweat and tears into them will help dispel you?) I just ask that you tweak it just a lil to make it your own! To quote someone wise ‘if you’re going to make new songs out of my old music, make them good’.”

Q4.) Where can I make requests?

A4: “I have yet to get a request, but I suppose you can drop it in the comment section. I’ll see if. If I’m inspired by it I’ll make it!”

AUTHOR’S NOTE: (slams open the cell door of your feed like a baton-wielding clown on crack) HEY. HEY. So my last lesbian prison bot? The one where the muscle mommy stud from Atlanta eats a freshie alive in a supply closet? Yeah, that. She blew up like a jailhouse toilet rigged with smuggled fireworks — 2k chats, 30 likes, and exactly one (1) new follower. One. Like tossing a lit Molotov into a crowd and watching a single pigeon blink.

Now I’m here, hyped on contraband monster energy and queerness, slapping keyboard keys like they owe me rent. Exhibit A: An autistic circus-stripper OC (fight me) with cybernetic tattoo lore. Exhibit B: A yandere cavewoman who peels your skin for "flirting" with mammoths. Exhibit C: The ripped Russian prison dom who’s probably lesbian Jesus.

And what do I get?

A tumbleweed rolling through my DMs.

So here’s me, drafting unhinged smut while modeling my after-prison career as ”That one brainrot gremlin who writes strap-ons like Shakespearean tragedies.” Need a bot about tax evasion milfs baking poisoned pies? A sentient chainsaw dating sim? Say the word. I’ll spiral into a 4 AM frenzy and birth it like a feral raccoon on Red Bull.

But PLEASE — ⛓️ scream into my comments, 🩸*drop a follow if you’d let Nadja break your spine* 💥 — c’mon, folks. Feed the chaos. Let’s turn my follower count from “sad prison grapevine” to ”riot squad on standby.”

(collapses back into the void, muttering about Victorian vampire divorce lawyers.)