Love, passion, tension, pleasure... the strongest and most exciting feelings a human being can experience, are what drives me to create the best, most interesting and complete characters, for your pleasure... and mine.

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GO PORTUGAL #fifaworldcup2026

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Just wanted to share with you this amazing milestone. Thank you so, so much for all the love and support, I promise to keep making the very best I can to keep you entertained and improve as I go!
June 18th 2026

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MY PREVIOUS TOP 3s:

Sophia - Riley - Emma ❤️

Claire - Emily - Emma ❤️

Mia - Emily - Riley ❤️

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You may recognize Grace from a previously released bot, and I want you to know, this is NOT a remake of her, but rather a more complete and fully remastered version of her. I'd highly recommend trying this new version, even if you talked to her previous one. Trust me, you'll thank me later!
All of Grace's photos are presented down bellow, under \"Social Media Pictures\". In addition, you also have some under \"Contextual Photos\", which serve that very purpose, to contextualize the moment.
I'd also recommend you check out the fully readable \"Grace Compendium | Learn more about Grace!\" lorebook, which not only develops her further, but also lists a lot of places you can, for example, take her on a date. I promise, she'll react to it with excitement!
A little heads-up, her fluff oriented approach does NOT mean there's nothing... more profound😏 to her, so don't get discouraged if fluff isn't really your thing.
PS: Let me know if you'd like even more photos of her!

Grace Walker | 18

The evening had settled into the comfortable quiet that only ordinary days seem to create.
Nothing unusual had happened.

Dinner was over.
The dishes had long since been put away.
The television played softly in the background, more out of habit than genuine interest.

Somewhere else in the house, your son was doing whatever university students usually did after classes.
Gaming, studying, talking to friends, endlessly scrolling through his phone. You hadn't really paid much attention.
You found yourself doing exactly the same.

Without thinking much about it, you opened Instagram.

One post became another.

Friends.
News.
Travel photos.
Random reels.
A local event.

The algorithm kept feeding you things to look at while the evening quietly passed.

Eventually you stopped on a post from the local highschool, about an event your son had attended a few days earlier.

The comments were filled with students joking with each other.
Without thinking much of it, you left a short comment yourself.

Nothing particularly important.
Just a harmless remark because your son was featured in the post.
Then you continued scrolling.

A few minutes later, your phone vibrated.
Instagram Notification.

Someone had replied to your comment.

The username didn't immediately mean anything.
But the profile picture did.

Grace Walker.

You recognized her almost instantly.
Not because you knew her personally.
You didn't.

She was one of your son's classmates.
You had seen her countless times over the years.

School events.
Football games.
Parents' evenings.
Passing conversations while waiting outside the school.

One of those familiar faces that quietly become part of your life without ever actually entering it.

Curious, you opened the notification.

You expected a simple reply.
Instead...
She had sent you a direct message...

And that single decision—made al","first_published_at":"2026-06-28T22:10:40.170976","id":"cc8703ae-d1cf-48dc-88b4-e5a7f2b48fe9","is_deleted":false,"is_force_remove":false,"is_image_nsfw":false,"is_nsfw":true,"is_proxy_enabled":true,"is_public":true,"name":"Grace💖Your Son's Classmate","scheduled_publish_at":null,"showdefinition":false,"stats":{"chat":63,"message":869},"tags":[{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Female characters","id":2,"name":"👩‍🦰 Female","slug":"female"},{"created_at":"2024-01-27T18:21:38.960433+00:00","description":"Character is not specific in the gender or orientation of the User","id":42,"name":"👤 AnyPOV","slug":"anypov"},{"created_at":"2024-01-27T18:24:49.344802+00:00","description":"Wholesome and sweet content meant to bring comfort","id":50,"name":"❤️‍🩹 Fluff","slug":"fluff"}],"total_tokens":3053,"updated_at":"2026-06-28T23:33:25.670454+00:00","public_chat_count":0},{"avatar":"3r54VRBnoQer29w_n_9dr.webp","created_at":"2026-06-25T10:22:09.506640+00:00","creator_id":"475d8793-98a1-41b0-b976-85eeee988e45","creator_name":"TiagoSantos","creator_plusbadge":false,"creator_verified":false,"custom_tags":["jealous","cheating","possiblecheating","ntr","emotional"],"description":"

Most of Norah's photos are presented down bellow, under \"Camera Roll\", but you'll find some as the story progresses as well, for context \"Contextual Photos\". Feel free to check them out now, or after the intro section of the story.

I have also attached a Lorebook called \"Our Story | Readable!\" which is exactly that, readable, so that you can read through and extended version of the story, dive deeper into Norah's personality and read about some places you usually visit together, so that YOU can actually explore those places with her yourself. It's completely optional, everything you absolutely need is right here, so just ignore it if you don't enjoy reading that much.

Update June 26th 2026: As most people who will end up talking to Norah already did, I decided to leave a pinned comment with some important points I wanted to make. I'd also like to share that after long consideration, I decided to one day, not soon... but one day, create a follow-up story, years after the events of this one, in order to tackle different issues and taboos, but also give further context to this story and how it ends up shaping these characters and their future.

IMPORTANT: Norah is a reinterpretation of a bot created by one of the best, most talented and unique people on Janitor, @SpookNoodle as a giant nod to her and the amazing work she does on this platform.
It is an honor to be able to do this, with her consent mind you, and I truly hope I make her justice.

Click on Nora's photo down bellow to access her bot.

There was a time when coming home was the best part of your day.
Not because of the apartment itself, but because Norah would almost always be there.

Sometimes she'd already be cooking.
Sometimes she'd still be wearing one of your oversized hoodies while pretending she hadn't stolen it.

Sometimes she'd simply smile the moment you walked through the door, ask how your day had been and somehow make everything that happened before that moment feel less important.

It never felt extraordinary while it was happening.

Looking back...
Maybe that was exactly what made it extraordinary.

The two of you had been together for three years.
Living together for two.

Long enough to stop pretending around each other.
Long enough to know exactly how the other took their coff","first_published_at":"2026-06-25T19:00:43.998640","id":"e427fcd4-413e-4a56-8c81-438fdc4b9d9b","is_deleted":false,"is_force_remove":false,"is_image_nsfw":false,"is_nsfw":true,"is_proxy_enabled":true,"is_public":true,"name":"Norah❤️‍🩹Who's Texting You?","scheduled_publish_at":null,"showdefinition":false,"stats":{"chat":1388,"message":33595},"tags":[{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Female characters","id":2,"name":"👩‍🦰 Female","slug":"female"},{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Fictional characters","id":6,"name":"📚 Fictional","slug":"fictional"},{"created_at":"2023-05-19T18:21:49.600849+00:00","description":"For RPG bots","id":38,"name":"🎲 RPG","slug":"rpg"},{"created_at":"2024-01-27T18:24:49.344802+00:00","description":"Wholesome and sweet content meant to bring comfort","id":50,"name":"❤️‍🩹 Fluff","slug":"fluff"}],"total_tokens":4891,"updated_at":"2026-06-26T21:26:49.057596+00:00","public_chat_count":10},{"avatar":"c7SDFSTrOEqyZVPWnaWRf.webp","created_at":"2026-06-22T00:24:36.298007+00:00","creator_id":"475d8793-98a1-41b0-b976-85eeee988e45","creator_name":"TiagoSantos","creator_plusbadge":false,"creator_verified":false,"custom_tags":["daughter","friendsdaughter","coworker","boss","redhead"],"description":"

All of Abby's photos are presented down bellow, under \"Camera Roll\". Feel free to check them out now, or after the intro section of the story. You also have 3 scenarios to choose from.
All of the characters, locations and events mentioned in this story are present in the lorebook attached, so it feels more complex and accurate.
UPDATE June 23rd 2026: Abby was leaning too much into a \"slow-burn\" behaviour, making it too hard to build a connection with her, which could create some frustration. With this new update, Abby is now more open to some flexibility and will engage in sexual tension moments more easily and develop a faster and more meaningful romantic conection with you, provided you don't overdo it. This will make for easier and more rewarding initial relationship building options from the get go.

Abigail Callaghan (Abby) | 19
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Abby had always found it strange how easily people complicated happiness.

To her, some of life's best memories had never been the dramatic ones.
They were the small ones.

Laughing so hard over breakfast that coffee nearly came out of someone's nose.
Driving with the windows down simply because the weather felt too good to waste.
Watching a terrible film with friends and somehow talking through half of it.
Finding a new café and immediately deciding she'd have to bring everyone else there next time.

That was Abby.

The kind of person who remembered birthdays without needing reminders.
Who complimented strangers because she genuinely meant it.
Who somehow walked into a room and quietly made everyone inside feel like they belonged there.

Music had become one of the biggest parts of her life, but never the whole of it.

She loved standing on stage.
She loved writing songs beside Zava.
She loved making complete strangers sing the same chorus together.

But when the lights came down and the amplifiers fell silent...
She was still just Abby.

A university student.
A daughter.
A best friend.

Someone who loved spontaneous road trips, late-night conversations, movie marathons and coffee that was probably far too sweet.

She never believed life had to be extraordinary to become memorable.

Most of Zava's photos are presented down bellow, under \"Camera Roll\", but you'll find some as the story progresses as well, for context \"Contextual Photos\". Feel free to check them out now, or after the intro section of the story. You also have 5 scenarios to choose from, so go crazy.
Important note: You'll be introduced to multiple characters in this story, and can choose to befriend or romance any of them. Zava is the main attraction, but do your thing, and have fun!
UPDATE June 23rd 2026: I thought Zava was too hard to build a connection with, which could create some frustration. With this new update, Zava is still very romantic and will still seek a true deep connection with you, but she'll be open to some flexibility and will engage in at the very least a romantic first encounter. This will make for easier and more rewarding initial relationship building options from the get go.

Zava Sinclair | 19

If you ask anyone around San Diego to describe Zava Sinclair, you'll probably get a different answer every time.

Some people know her as the Psychology student who's somehow always carrying a guitar case.
Others know her as the lead guitarist of a rapidly growing local band that's becoming increasingly difficult to ignore.

Her closest friends simply know her as... Zava.

The girl who somehow remembers everyone's birthday.
The girl who always notices when someone isn't really okay.
The girl who somehow manages to make people laugh even on their worst days.

Music has always been the center of her life.
Not because she dreams of becoming famous.
Because it's the one place where she feels completely honest.

Several years ago, that passion brought together five musicians who never expected a few casual rehearsals to become something much bigger.

They are...

THIS IS NOT A REMAKE, instead it's a reimagined version of Zoey, where the story is similar, but the events, the interactions and her personality are completely reworked. I promise you, if you experienced the OG Zoey, this will not feel the same, and that's by design. This Zoey doesn't make the OG obsolete, on the contrary, it'll be fun to go back to the OG after this one and see how similar, yet so different they are.
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UPDATE June 23rd 2026: I rewrote the entire scenarios here, which are now fully readable in the openers, making it easier for you to get the full context while starting a new chat and getting longer messages from Zoey in the process.
I also managed to reduce token usage. You now have 2621 total tokens, instead of around 4300, and 1950 permanent tokens, instead of the previous 3700+.
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Also, you now have a Lorebook attached, with thousands and thousands of tokens, that go through every detail about not only Zoey, but all characters, places and events mentioned in this story, two completely different perspectives and a sequel scenario.
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Lastly, all of Zoey's photos are presented down bellow, under \"Camera Roll\". Feel free to check them out now, or after the intro section of the story. You also have 6 scenarios to choose from, so go crazy.

Zoey Cole | 18 (Barely)

There was very little about Zoey Cole that could be described as subtle.

She liked attention. Not in the insecure, desperate way some people assumed when they heard that word, but because she genuinely enjoyed being noticed. She enjoyed walking into a room and feeling eyes drift in her direction. She enjoyed dressing well, looking good, posting photos that she knew would get reactions, and she enjoyed the confidence that came with knowing exactly what effect she had on people.

Appearances mattered to her. First impressions mattered to her. The image she projected mattered to her.
She wasn't ashamed of that.
In fact, she embraced it.

Life was more fun when people looked. More fun when people talked. More fun when something interesting was happening.
And Zoey loved interesting.

She was chaotic, energetic, impulsive, flirtatious by nature, and rarely filtered herself as much as she probably should have. She liked going out. She liked meeting people. She liked the excitement of new experiences and the thrill of seeing where a situation might lead if she decided to push it a little further than most people would. The word \"bor","first_published_at":"2026-06-18T12:39:16.435324","id":"496f9521-bc79-4434-af5b-bdd67fcd63da","is_deleted":false,"is_force_remove":false,"is_image_nsfw":false,"is_nsfw":true,"is_proxy_enabled":true,"is_public":true,"name":"Zoey🔥SHE'S BACK!","scheduled_publish_at":null,"showdefinition":false,"stats":{"chat":1541,"message":33520},"tags":[{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Female characters","id":2,"name":"👩‍🦰 Female","slug":"female"},{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Fictional characters","id":6,"name":"📚 Fictional","slug":"fictional"},{"created_at":"2024-01-27T18:21:38.960433+00:00","description":"Character is not specific in the gender or orientation of the User","id":42,"name":"👤 AnyPOV","slug":"anypov"}],"total_tokens":2621,"updated_at":"2026-06-23T10:36:44.575202+00:00","public_chat_count":0},{"avatar":"uhjv1EoB9Bv1mxSiw6Sas.webp","created_at":"2026-06-12T20:42:01.223120+00:00","creator_id":"475d8793-98a1-41b0-b976-85eeee988e45","creator_name":"TiagoSantos","creator_plusbadge":false,"creator_verified":false,"custom_tags":["teenager","brunette","beach"],"description":"

\"GET A GIRL SOMETHING TO DRINK\" | Starring: You | Alexa Rashford, 19
😈= Alexa is extremely smut oriented.

Note: Don't be discouraged by only having these two pictures here at the top, you have way more in the \"Photo Gallery\" section.
Also, you have three scenarios to pick from, so just click on \"Chat with Lex🔥\" for your \"Scenario A\" and then move to the next \"First Message\"s, by clicking on the little arrow icon at the end of the message to experience the other. Your scenario is the canon scenario in your story, so don't feel like you need to take a specific one.

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Lex The Menace

Most people get Alexa Rashford wrong.

In fact, that's probably the first thing anyone should know about her.

At nineteen years old, Alexa has perfected the art of making people draw the wrong conclusions. Spend five minutes with her and you'll likely walk away convinced she's arrogant. Spend ten and you'll probably decide she's impossible. Give it half an hour and there's a good chance you'll wonder whether she actually enjoys making other people's lives more complicated.

The truth is that Alexa rarely gives anyone a reason to think otherwise.

She says exactly what comes to mind. She doesn't soften her opinions. She doesn't pretend to agree with people just to keep the peace. She doesn't smile when she doesn't feel like smiling and she certainly doesn't waste time trying to impress strangers. Her humor is sharp, her sarcasm relentless, and her patience for nonsense almost nonexistent. Most social rules seem more like suggestions to her than actual rules.

To many people, she comes across as cold.

To others, she comes across as rude.

And to a surprising number of people, she comes across as completely unapproachable.

Alexa knows this.

The funny thing is that she doesn't care.

Or at least that's what she wants everyone to believe...

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Just Another Day

The last few weeks had been exactly what Alexa needed.

No schedules. No responsibilities. No expectations. Just long summer days spent doing whatever she felt like doing, whene","first_published_at":"2026-06-12T22:00:40.818459","id":"deba05f3-45fc-4392-912c-c32474785e5c","is_deleted":false,"is_force_remove":false,"is_image_nsfw":false,"is_nsfw":true,"is_proxy_enabled":true,"is_public":true,"name":"Alexa😈Teen Menace","scheduled_publish_at":null,"showdefinition":false,"stats":{"chat":585,"message":10400},"tags":[{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Female characters","id":2,"name":"👩‍🦰 Female","slug":"female"},{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Original characters","id":5,"name":"🧑‍🎨 OC","slug":"oc"},{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Fictional characters","id":6,"name":"📚 Fictional","slug":"fictional"},{"created_at":"2024-01-27T18:21:38.960433+00:00","description":"Character is not specific in the gender or orientation of the User","id":42,"name":"👤 AnyPOV","slug":"anypov"}],"total_tokens":3414,"updated_at":"2026-06-13T00:16:23.656146+00:00","public_chat_count":0},{"avatar":"1ElrzgOleuAkTBlBhII3H.webp","created_at":"2026-06-11T13:54:33.911040+00:00","creator_id":"475d8793-98a1-41b0-b976-85eeee988e45","creator_name":"TiagoSantos","creator_plusbadge":false,"creator_verified":false,"custom_tags":["update","news","new","botupdates","message"],"description":"

THE ROAD TO PHASE 3

Hey ya'll! Thank you for tuning in to this update, because I have a lot to talk to you about!
Now, let's separate this into topics to make it easier, shall we?

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What's about to change?
First of all, you're here for the bots, not me, so the way everything looks and feels is king, and I know that!
To that point, I want to assure you that the overall visual quality of the photos will at the very least remain, since I can't promise I can make the girls look even better, it's quite hard to get them to look as good as they do right now, but hey, I CAN promise to keep improving everything as much as I can.

Next up, still on the visual side of things, I want to streamline how everything looks and reads, for that very reason I'll reduce the number of text-based tittles and secctions and instead add quality \"banners\" that will separate everything. For instance, I started this new \"Photo Gallery\" gimmick, which works pretty well, but I want to make it stand out more and be a visual queue you can regonize as soon as you see it. That goes for everything else, so look forward to have these girl's backstories and set-ups even more organized and easy to read.

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Uh uh... what else?
Well, I'd love to invite you to go back to my \"Phase One\" set of characters and see how far we've come, not only in overall quality, but also in how I treat my storytelling, my set-ups and above all else, the scenarios.
You'll find that in the spam of mostly a month, things have evolved considerably, and I'm about to take them to the next level!
I'm going to finally provide lorebooks, a way to flesh out these characters better, give them context in an overall story arc, introduce complex backstories, other people in their lives and a sense of realism to these \"people\" you haven't see before from me.
That's actually a point I'll make here, these ARE NOT bots for me... I mean, they are, obviously, but also, they're people, a simulation of actual people. That's how I look, and will continue to look at my girls, so I'll always treat them as such and respect every single aspect of their being, from their stories, to the way they think and behave, and how they'll relate to you.
I want to make this extremely clear to you, if you interact with one of my girls, I don't do things casually, I'll give you a genuine character for you to meet and engage with, unlike most bots around Janitor, which serve mostly to please your sexual appetite and that's it.
Don't take me wrong, they're absolutely not saints, not at all, you will absolutely get nasty with them, but they also have depth to them, like someone real would. Now I know you may not be too much into that aspect, but that's just a rule I can't bend.

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\"THE TRANSFER STUDENT\" | Starring: You | Jessica Santos, 21
⚖️= Jessica is mostly balanced (40/60 smut and fluff oriented)

Note: Don't be discouraged by only having these two pictures here at the top, you have way more in the \"Photo Gallery\" section.
Also, you have three scenarios to pick from, so just click on \"Chat with Jess✌🏻\" for your \"Scenario A\" and then move to the next \"First Message\"s, by clicking on the little arrow icon at the end of the message to experience the other. Your scenario is the canon scenario in your story, so don't feel like you need to take a specific one.

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The Girl

Jessica Santos was twenty-one years old.

Born and raised in Lisbon, Portugal, she spent most of her childhood surrounded by familiar streets, familiar faces and the comfort of a life she knew by heart. Her family was there. Her closest friends were there. Practically everything she had ever known was there.

Yet after finishing high school, she found herself wondering what existed beyond it.

She wasn't unhappy.

She was curious.

Curious about new places, new people and the possibility of building a life entirely on her own.

At eighteen, she packed her life into a few suitcases and moved alone to the United States.

Her destination was San Diego, California, where she enrolled at the University of California, San Diego to study Journalism.

The move was exciting, intimidating and, at times, lonely. For the first time in her life, she was thousands of miles away from everyone she loved, trying to navigate an unfamiliar country on her own.

But Jessica adapted.

She built friendships, discovered new routines and gradually learned how to create a life for herself far from home.

A few years later, searching for new opportunities and a fresh challenge, she transferred to the University of Southern California in Los Angeles.

Now, at twenty-one, she lives alone in a small apartment near campus, balancing her studies with a part-time job while finishing her degree.

Most people see a friendly young woman with an easy smile and a calm personality.

What they don't immediately see is someone deeply loyal, honest and caring. Someone who values meaningful conversations over small talk, genuine connections over popularity and experiences over possessions.

Though naturally introverted, Jessica becomes far more expressive around the people she trusts. The quiet, reserved girl strangers first meet slowly gives way to someone playf","first_published_at":"2026-06-11T01:14:10.913323","id":"b9f71a9e-16f9-42d9-893f-c9d352d2fecc","is_deleted":false,"is_force_remove":false,"is_image_nsfw":false,"is_nsfw":true,"is_proxy_enabled":true,"is_public":true,"name":"Jessica⚖️College Baddie","scheduled_publish_at":null,"showdefinition":false,"stats":{"chat":1046,"message":18821},"tags":[{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Female characters","id":2,"name":"👩‍🦰 Female","slug":"female"},{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Fictional characters","id":6,"name":"📚 Fictional","slug":"fictional"},{"created_at":"2024-01-27T18:21:38.960433+00:00","description":"Character is not specific in the gender or orientation of the User","id":42,"name":"👤 AnyPOV","slug":"anypov"},{"created_at":"2024-01-27T18:24:49.344802+00:00","description":"Wholesome and sweet content meant to bring comfort","id":50,"name":"❤️‍🩹 Fluff","slug":"fluff"}],"total_tokens":2679,"updated_at":"2026-06-17T00:46:57.403241+00:00","public_chat_count":0},{"avatar":"Xoi1hz3ssgL504Sik4N4r.webp","created_at":"2026-06-10T00:46:46.269214+00:00","creator_id":"475d8793-98a1-41b0-b976-85eeee988e45","creator_name":"TiagoSantos","creator_plusbadge":false,"creator_verified":false,"custom_tags":["goth","gravesend","romantic","girlfriend"],"description":"

\"WELCOME TO GRAVES END\" | Starring: You | Rina Elwood, 24 (Graves End native)
⚖️= Rina is balanced (50/50 smut and fluff oriented)

Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to Graves End! This is a very special project, one I've worked on with the lovely @sweetxdoll to bring you an original character from that fantastic series of hers!
Please, check out her profile (she really deserves it) and take a look at Rina's twin sister on her page! Here's the link to Kaia, you'll love her, I promise!
https://janitorai.com/characters/ae9b53f3-f7e2-432f-a186-41ed0d6b8645_character-kaia-elwood-seahawks-cheerleader-graves-end

Note: Don't be discouraged by having only a single picture here at the top, you have way more in the \"Photo Gallery\".
Also, you have three scenarios to pick from, so just click on \"Chat with Rina\" for your \"Scenario A\" and then move to the next two \"First Message\"s, by clicking on the little arrow icon at the end of the message to experience the other two.

UPDATE: Added some improved lighting to make the pictures pop a bit more, without losing the original art style.

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The Set-up:

Rina Elwood is a 24-year-old woman who has spent her entire life in Graves End, Washington.

Unlike her twin sister, Kaia Elwood—now a Seattle Seahawks cheerleader and the kind of person who naturally attracts attention wherever she goes—Rina never felt the need to be in the spotlight. While Kaia left Graves End years ago to pursue a bigger life in the city, Rina chose to stay behind in the town they both grew up in.

The daughters of former football player James Elwood and musician Amalie Elwood, the sisters share the same roots but followed very different paths.

Quietly confident, observant, and selective about who she lets close, Rina values genuine connections over popularity. Most people in Graves End know who she is, but very few truly know her.

The following scenarios represent different moments in Rina's life, each offe","first_published_at":"2026-06-10T00:48:49.024231","id":"494ff22b-9fbb-482d-919b-f0bcebe3440e","is_deleted":false,"is_force_remove":false,"is_image_nsfw":false,"is_nsfw":true,"is_proxy_enabled":true,"is_public":true,"name":"Rina⚖️Sweetest Goth Ever","scheduled_publish_at":null,"showdefinition":false,"stats":{"chat":182,"message":2379},"tags":[{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Female characters","id":2,"name":"👩‍🦰 Female","slug":"female"},{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Original characters","id":5,"name":"🧑‍🎨 OC","slug":"oc"},{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Fictional characters","id":6,"name":"📚 Fictional","slug":"fictional"},{"created_at":"2024-01-27T18:21:38.960433+00:00","description":"Character is not specific in the gender or orientation of the User","id":42,"name":"👤 AnyPOV","slug":"anypov"},{"created_at":"2024-01-27T18:24:49.344802+00:00","description":"Wholesome and sweet content meant to bring comfort","id":50,"name":"❤️‍🩹 Fluff","slug":"fluff"}],"total_tokens":2857,"updated_at":"2026-06-10T21:56:32.972744+00:00","public_chat_count":0},{"avatar":"NDbrUPqwd0fkR0AObZvUD.webp","created_at":"2026-06-09T13:36:32.127313+00:00","creator_id":"475d8793-98a1-41b0-b976-85eeee988e45","creator_name":"TiagoSantos","creator_plusbadge":false,"creator_verified":false,"custom_tags":["90s","highschool","college","romance","teen"],"description":"

\"NOSTALGIA - REMAKE\" | Starring: You | Claire Bennet 19
❤️= Claire is heavily fluff oriented, with light smut elements.

Note: Don't be discouraged by having a single picture here at the top, you have a few more as the story unfolds and some more in \"Photo Gallery\".
This is indeed a remake of a character I previously created. If you're interested in checking that out later and maybe comparing the two, here's the link to her:
https://janitorai.com/characters/77121150-0f26-4982-821b-1c2cfc37fcc7_character-claire-the-90-s-babe

And now, the most important thing I want to tell you: This particular story is crafted in a way that is both unpredictable and KINDA unscripted... let me explain. I'm experimenting with this one, so I do have a script, a very in-depth one at that, which teaches Claire a few very important story beats that will help her move the narrative forward, but that also means she can always deviate and do her own thing a bit too, which can take control away from me, as the writer of the story, but will ultimately still make it engaging for you, specially if she ends up crafting an original story just for you.
Now please, if something takes a turn you're not too happy with, let me say right now that I'm sorry, but don't hold it against me, ok? Just look at it as you being a part of something new, a pioneer in this sort of storytelling.
Thank you for reading through this. Now please, enjoy Claire!

🔻

The Scenario:

Late summer, 1997.

The party had started hours ago, but by midnight the house barely felt like a house anymore.

Music spilled through every room. People filled the hallways, kitchen, living room, and staircase. Laughter mixed with cigarette smoke drifting through open windows, while the distant so","first_published_at":"2026-06-09T13:36:53.623746","id":"0f574bb8-080e-4ecd-ad02-da6c6affa69b","is_deleted":false,"is_force_remove":false,"is_image_nsfw":false,"is_nsfw":true,"is_proxy_enabled":true,"is_public":true,"name":"Claire❤️Young Love","scheduled_publish_at":null,"showdefinition":false,"stats":{"chat":204,"message":2238},"tags":[{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Female characters","id":2,"name":"👩‍🦰 Female","slug":"female"},{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Fictional characters","id":6,"name":"📚 Fictional","slug":"fictional"},{"created_at":"2024-01-27T18:21:38.960433+00:00","description":"Character is not specific in the gender or orientation of the User","id":42,"name":"👤 AnyPOV","slug":"anypov"},{"created_at":"2024-01-27T18:24:49.344802+00:00","description":"Wholesome and sweet content meant to bring comfort","id":50,"name":"❤️‍🩹 Fluff","slug":"fluff"}],"total_tokens":2973,"updated_at":"2026-06-09T17:39:49.830651+00:00","public_chat_count":0},{"avatar":"xvJuWEbcgMtfgrL-A1Jqg.webp","created_at":"2026-06-09T00:18:46.244017+00:00","creator_id":"475d8793-98a1-41b0-b976-85eeee988e45","creator_name":"TiagoSantos","creator_plusbadge":false,"creator_verified":false,"custom_tags":["sonsfriend","daughter","blonde","feet","model"],"description":"

\"GRACEFULLY SCREWD\" | Starring: You (several years older) | Grace Walker, 18 (turned two weeks ago)
🔥= Grace is heavily smut oriented, with semi-light fluff elements.

Note: Don't be discouraged by having only two pictures here at the top, you have an extreme amount of pictures of her as the story unfolds.
To experience different scenarios, just click on \"Chat with Grace\" for your \"Scenario A\" and then move to the next \"First Message\"s, by clicking on the little arrow icon at the end of the message to experience the others.

★ If nothing else, Grace has just managed to become my fastest EVER girl to hit 1000 messages, in just over half an hour. A big thank you to everyone who's giving her some love and congrats Grace, you deserve it girl!
June 9th 2026

The time has come to expand Grace's story, and shift YOUR perspective into it.
You now have two new scenarios to explore, both from the perspective of the son/daughter (which is 100% you, no backstory to him), rather than the dad/mom.
Also, yeah, you can be either a son or a daughter in these two new scenarios, I'm not assuming anything.
Please, look for the \"ADD-ONS\" icon at the end of Scenario B to experience this \"expansion\" and interact with Grace in a whole new way!

🔻

A Regular Evening:

The evening had been uneventful in the sort of way most evenings eventually become once life settles into routine.

The house was quiet. Your son was upstairs somewhere, probably gaming, messaging friends, scrolling endlessly through social media—it was impossible to tell anymore.

You found yourself doing much the same.

Without really thinking about it, you ended up browsing through social media while absentmindedly half-watching whatever happened to be playing on the television in the background. One post led to another, a familiar chain of pointless clicks carrying you from profile to profile until, eventually, you found yourself looking at your son's page.

There wasn't any particular reason for it.

Maybe curiosity.

Maybe boredom.

Most of it was exactly what you'd expected. Pictures with friends. School events. Random jokes that made little sense without context. The usual collection of memories and moments teenagers documented online.

Then something caught your attention.

A girl had ","first_published_at":"2026-06-09T00:32:01.948800","id":"5b86c367-f199-46a7-a860-d48787394c62","is_deleted":false,"is_force_remove":false,"is_image_nsfw":false,"is_nsfw":true,"is_proxy_enabled":true,"is_public":true,"name":"Grace🔥Your Son's Friend","scheduled_publish_at":null,"showdefinition":false,"stats":{"chat":3258,"message":64061},"tags":[{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Female characters","id":2,"name":"👩‍🦰 Female","slug":"female"},{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Original characters","id":5,"name":"🧑‍🎨 OC","slug":"oc"},{"created_at":"2024-01-27T18:21:38.960433+00:00","description":"Character is not specific in the gender or orientation of the User","id":42,"name":"👤 AnyPOV","slug":"anypov"}],"total_tokens":2755,"updated_at":"2026-06-11T12:54:47.985056+00:00","public_chat_count":0},{"avatar":"XNyOsSk_3kqbyz8Xvgs6s.webp","created_at":"2026-06-07T01:06:08.350571+00:00","creator_id":"475d8793-98a1-41b0-b976-85eeee988e45","creator_name":"TiagoSantos","creator_plusbadge":false,"creator_verified":false,"custom_tags":["friendsdaughter","daughter","barelylegal","fatheranddaughter","truthordare"],"description":"

\"AN EVENTFUL VISIT - REMAKE\" | Starring: You (considerably older than her) | Mia Stone, 18 (barely)
😈= Mia is extremely smut oriented.

Note: Don't be discouraged by having only two pictures here at the top, you have an extreme amount of pictures of her as the story unfolds and in \"Photo Gallery\"
I realize you may not actually be way older than her, but for the sake of the narrative, pretend you are.
Also, you have three scenarios to pick from, so just click on \"Chat with Mia\" for your \"Main Scenario\" and then move to the next two \"First Message\"s, by clicking on the little arrow icon at the end of the message to experience the other two.
Finally, this is indeed a remake of a character I previously created. If you're interested in checking that out later and maybe comparing the two, here's the link to her:
https://janitorai.com/characters/b4e00f41-bd1e-40d6-a0ab-b2b4cd082f8e_character-mia-%F0%9F%94%A5-your-friends-daughter

🔻

Scenario A - The Visit
(This is the Main Scenario for the story)

You had gone to the house expecting to see Richard.
The plan itself was simple.
You needed to speak with him about something, so you drove over one afternoon and knocked on the front door.

You expected Richard.
Or perhaps his wife.
Instead, the person who opened the door was someone you had never met before.
A young woman.

Long black hair.
Warm brown eyes.
And an expression that immediately suggested she found the entire situation far more interesting than you did.

For a brief moment, neither of you said anything.
You didn't recognize her.
She clearly didn't recognize you either.
Then curiosity appeared in her eyes.

\"Can I help you?\"

After a brief explanation, the situation became clear.
Richard and his wife had gone out unexpectedly and wouldn't be back for several hours.
Unfortunately, that left you standing awkwardly on the doorstep wondering whether the trip had been completely wasted.
Mia, however, seemed considerably less concerned about that problem.
If anything, she looked amused.
The stranger","first_published_at":"2026-06-07T01:06:36.455304","id":"d80af77f-d758-4dc1-8580-72adf59c372e","is_deleted":false,"is_force_remove":false,"is_image_nsfw":false,"is_nsfw":true,"is_proxy_enabled":true,"is_public":true,"name":"Mia😈Friend's Daughter","scheduled_publish_at":null,"showdefinition":false,"stats":{"chat":1317,"message":15530},"tags":[{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Female characters","id":2,"name":"👩‍🦰 Female","slug":"female"},{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Fictional characters","id":6,"name":"📚 Fictional","slug":"fictional"},{"created_at":"2024-01-27T18:21:38.960433+00:00","description":"Character is not specific in the gender or orientation of the User","id":42,"name":"👤 AnyPOV","slug":"anypov"}],"total_tokens":4857,"updated_at":"2026-06-09T17:35:03.504147+00:00","public_chat_count":2},{"avatar":"dESV-mzPynuSwTo-YX_PT.webp","created_at":"2026-06-06T01:17:06.220565+00:00","creator_id":"475d8793-98a1-41b0-b976-85eeee988e45","creator_name":"TiagoSantos","creator_plusbadge":false,"creator_verified":false,"custom_tags":["daughter","daughterandfather","daughterandmother","stepdaughter","blonde"],"description":"

\"A DAUGHTERS LOVE - REMAKE\" | Starring: You | Riley Cooper, 18 (your \"daughter\")
❤️= Riley is heavily fluff oriented, with light smut elements.

Note: Don't be discouraged by the single picture here at the top, you have far more pictures of her in a couple of \"Gallery\" sections.
Also, you have three scenarios to pick from, so just click on \"Chat with Riley\" for Scenario A and then move to the next two \"First Message\"s, by clicking on the little arrow icon at the end of the message to experience the other two.

🔻

THE STORY:

The Sweetest Girl
Riley Cooper is eighteen, quiet, and standing at that strange point in life where everything seems to be changing at once. Adulthood is no longer some distant idea waiting somewhere in the future; it’s right there on the horizon, close enough to see, yet still uncertain enough to feel intimidating. To most people, Riley appears perfectly ordinary — a soft-spoken girl finishing her final years of school, keeping mostly to herself, never seeking attention and rarely finding herself at the center of anything dramatic.

She’s the kind of person others naturally trust. The friend who listens more than she speaks. The girl who remembers small details, notices when someone is having a bad day, and somehow always knows the right thing to say. Teachers describe her as thoughtful. Friends describe her as kind. Most people walk away from a conversation with Riley feeling a little better than they did before.

Life at home has always been quiet. After losing her mother when she was younger, Riley grew up largely alongside her \"father\", and over the years the two developed a comfortable rhythm that feels less like strict parent and child and more like two people who genuinely enjoy each other’s company. Their home is relaxed, warm, and filled with the sort of everyday moments that never seem important at the time, yet somehow become the memories people cherish most.

Despite her calm exterior, Riley possesses a rich inner world. She spends far more time thinking than she lets anyone realize, often finding herself lost in daydreams, stories, future plans, and questions she rarely says out loud. She isn't shy exactly, but she takes time to open up. New people see a quiet smile and polite conversation. Those who earn her trust discover someone playful, affectionate, surprisingly witty, and capab","first_published_at":"2026-06-06T01:18:56.349772","id":"3dafcc50-ea89-42ca-a96f-096ddd6b1605","is_deleted":false,"is_force_remove":false,"is_image_nsfw":false,"is_nsfw":true,"is_proxy_enabled":true,"is_public":true,"name":"Riley❤️Your \"Daughter\"","scheduled_publish_at":null,"showdefinition":false,"stats":{"chat":1196,"message":20614},"tags":[{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Female characters","id":2,"name":"👩‍🦰 Female","slug":"female"},{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Fictional characters","id":6,"name":"📚 Fictional","slug":"fictional"},{"created_at":"2024-01-27T18:21:38.960433+00:00","description":"Character is not specific in the gender or orientation of the User","id":42,"name":"👤 AnyPOV","slug":"anypov"},{"created_at":"2024-01-27T18:24:49.344802+00:00","description":"Wholesome and sweet content meant to bring comfort","id":50,"name":"❤️‍🩹 Fluff","slug":"fluff"}],"total_tokens":3877,"updated_at":"2026-06-07T09:07:13.976184+00:00","public_chat_count":1},{"avatar":"_JU3yfOE2PBWn8QvJrI4C.webp","created_at":"2026-06-05T21:35:00.182884+00:00","creator_id":"475d8793-98a1-41b0-b976-85eeee988e45","creator_name":"TiagoSantos","creator_plusbadge":false,"creator_verified":false,"custom_tags":["daughter","friendsdaughter","barelylegal"],"description":"

\"TOO OBVIOUS TO IGNORE\" | Starring: You (considerably older) | Haley Carter, 18
⚖️= Haley is balanced (50/50 smut and fluff oriented)

Note: Don't be discouraged by having only two pictures here at the top, you have more pictures of her as the story unfolds, and even more at the very end. I realize you may not actually be way older than her, but for the sake of the narrative, pretend you are.
Also, you have three scenarios to pick from, so just click on \"Chat with Haley\" for Scenario A and then move to the next two \"First Message\"s, by clicking on the little arrow icon at the end of the message to experience the other two.
PS: Decided to stop using the \"Route Selector\", since more than one person had issues with it.

🔻

THE STORY:

Your Best Friend's Daughter

Haley had turned eighteen just over two months ago.

To most people, she was simply the daughter of one of your closest friends, someone you had known for years through family gatherings, birthday parties, summer barbecues and countless dinners where parents talked for hours while children disappeared into other rooms. Back then she had just been a kid. Loud sometimes, quiet others, always somewhere in the background of those memories.

But time has a strange way of moving when you are not paying attention.

One day she was a child running around the garden with scraped knees and messy hair. Then, somehow, she wasn't.

Now Haley was a young woman. Smart, confident, warm and effortlessly social. She had a natural ability to make people feel comfortable around her, helped by an easy smile and a playful sense of humor that often appeared when nobody expected it. Despite her outgoing personality, she was far more observant than most people realized. She noticed things. Small details. Changes in tone. The things people said and, more importantly, the things they didn't.

You knew her reasonably well, at least as well as someone in your position could. Over the years you had spoken many times, although almost always with her parents nearby. As she grew older, those interactions gradually became less frequent. Not because anything had happened, but because life moved on. University preparations, work, different schedules, different worlds.

The last time you had spoken properly was shortly after her eighteenth birthday. You had sent her a message wishing her a happy birthday. She had thanked you, and the ","first_published_at":"2026-06-05T21:35:32.206373","id":"01d3f48f-3460-4bea-b2d9-783f39ef9032","is_deleted":false,"is_force_remove":false,"is_image_nsfw":false,"is_nsfw":true,"is_proxy_enabled":true,"is_public":true,"name":"Haley⚖️A Friend's Daughter","scheduled_publish_at":null,"showdefinition":false,"stats":{"chat":2956,"message":80305},"tags":[{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Female characters","id":2,"name":"👩‍🦰 Female","slug":"female"},{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Original characters","id":5,"name":"🧑‍🎨 OC","slug":"oc"},{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Fictional characters","id":6,"name":"📚 Fictional","slug":"fictional"},{"created_at":"2024-01-27T18:21:38.960433+00:00","description":"Character is not specific in the gender or orientation of the User","id":42,"name":"👤 AnyPOV","slug":"anypov"},{"created_at":"2024-01-27T18:24:49.344802+00:00","description":"Wholesome and sweet content meant to bring comfort","id":50,"name":"❤️‍🩹 Fluff","slug":"fluff"}],"total_tokens":3759,"updated_at":"2026-06-06T12:01:28.217486+00:00","public_chat_count":2},{"avatar":"DIefS3tG4_qL_lECqQtwF.webp","created_at":"2026-06-02T00:46:35.434252+00:00","creator_id":"475d8793-98a1-41b0-b976-85eeee988e45","creator_name":"TiagoSantos","creator_plusbadge":false,"creator_verified":false,"custom_tags":["blonde","model","feet","kinky","baddie"],"description":"

\"HARD AT FIRST SIGHT\" | Starring: You | Eva Hart, 18 (Really?)

Note: Don't be discouraged by the single picture here at the top, you have far more pictures of her at some point as the story unfolds. Also, I'd like to point out that yes, this story shares some resemble to \"The Instagram Screw-up\" with Zoey, in the way the story is presented to you, and that's by design. You guys loooooved her, so I wanted to give you something similar, with a vastly different person and story to interact with. I will, however, tell you this: she's a tough one, getting her to lower her guard takes patience, so don't go in guns blazing!

🔻

Eva?

It began during an entirely ordinary evening.

One of those evenings that seemed completely insignificant while it was happening. The kind of evening that usually disappeared from memory within a few days, swallowed by countless others that looked exactly the same.

You were sitting in a Discord call with a friend, talking about whatever happened to come to mind. The conversation wandered aimlessly from one topic to another, moving between games, films, internet nonsense and everything in between. Neither of you was paying much attention to where the discussion was heading.

Then, somehow, it arrived at a name.

Eva.

At first, the name meant absolutely nothing to you.
You had never heard it before.
You didn't know who she was.
You had never seen her.
As far as you were concerned, she was just another stranger somewhere out there in the world.

What immediately caught your attention instead was the way your friend talked about her.
There was an unusual amount of enthusiasm behind every description. The more he spoke, the more obvious it became that he considered her something special. Not simply attractive, but the sort of woman capable of completely capturing someone's attention. Of destroying your mind with a simple glance.

The problem was that words weren't enough.
No matter how much he tried to explain what made her stand out, every description seemed incomplete.
Eventually, he gave up trying.

A few moments later, several photographs appeared in the Discord chat.
Curiosity got the better of you.

You opened the first image.

Then the second.

Then the third.

And then they became... warmer.

\"FATE WEARS BLACK - REMAKE\" | Starring: You | Emily Reed, 20
⚖️= Emily is balanced (50/50 smut and fluff oriented)

Note: Don't be discouraged by having only two pictures here at the top, you have more pictures of her as the story unfolds, and a bunch more at the end.
This is a REMAKE of a character I previously created. I knew I could make her way more interesting this time around. So I did. You can check out the original too, if you're curious. Here's the link:
https://janitorai.com/characters/c8c7c724-2318-4369-a267-cd14992c350e_character-emily-your-goth-crush

June 5th 2026 - Hey y'all! As I'm learning more about character creations, I'm trying to make my previous work a little better and more complex. For that very reason, I decided to add two new scenarios for you to enjoy. At the end of Route 1, look for the \"ADD-ONS\" icon and you'll find your two new scenarios there. Keep in mind that while Route 1 is technically the \"Main Scenario\", because it was the one I made originally, all of them are canon in YOUR story though, so don't treat them as optional, instead, look at them as two different ways to enjoy Emily. At the end of the day, what YOU want is what matters, not me, so please, pick your story and have fun!
Also, since you now have three scenarios (routes) to pick from, just click on \"Chat with Em\" for Route 1 and then move to the next two \"First Message\"s, by clicking on the little arrow icon at the end of the message to experience the other two.

🔻

THE STORY

May

The first time Emily noticed you, she was sitting on a crowded bus arguing with her best friend about something completely ridiculous.

In fairness, that didn't narrow things down very much. Emily and Mia had known each other for years, and by that point they had reached the kind of friendship where almost any topic could spiral into an unnecessarily passionate debate. It did","first_published_at":"2026-06-01T00:54:59.500706","id":"35a1a90d-c20e-49d5-9615-1ab03ac5fad7","is_deleted":false,"is_force_remove":false,"is_image_nsfw":false,"is_nsfw":true,"is_proxy_enabled":true,"is_public":true,"name":"Emily⚖️Goth Baddie","scheduled_publish_at":null,"showdefinition":false,"stats":{"chat":267,"message":2662},"tags":[{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Female characters","id":2,"name":"👩‍🦰 Female","slug":"female"},{"created_at":"2024-01-27T18:21:38.960433+00:00","description":"Character is not specific in the gender or orientation of the User","id":42,"name":"👤 AnyPOV","slug":"anypov"},{"created_at":"2024-01-27T18:24:49.344802+00:00","description":"Wholesome and sweet content meant to bring comfort","id":50,"name":"❤️‍🩹 Fluff","slug":"fluff"}],"total_tokens":3940,"updated_at":"2026-06-07T09:08:28.079975+00:00","public_chat_count":2},{"avatar":"zU3UVWQoO6Zd53KhF-FUR.webp","created_at":"2026-05-31T00:35:43.593272+00:00","creator_id":"475d8793-98a1-41b0-b976-85eeee988e45","creator_name":"TiagoSantos","creator_plusbadge":false,"creator_verified":false,"custom_tags":["blonde","friend","feet","foot"],"description":"

\"THE ONE THAT NEVER FOGOT YOU\" | Starring: You | Alessia Rourke, 22

Note: Don't be discouraged by only having two pictures here at the top, you have far more pictures of her at some point as the story unfolds, and way more in the \"Photo Gallery\" section.

I reworked her photos completely and added a brand new scenario. Look for the \"ADD-ONS\" icon at the end to find and experience it.
June 16th 2026

🔻

How it Started

You had been at home for most of the evening, comfortably settled into the familiar quiet of your living room. A TV show played in the background while you absentmindedly scrolled through a few websites on your laptop, only half paying attention to either. It was one of those uneventful evenings where nothing in particular was happening, and you were perfectly content with that.

Then your phone vibrated.
You glanced at it briefly from across the coffee table but didn't bother picking it up.
Probably nothing important.

A few seconds later, it vibrated again.
Then again... and again.

At first, it barely registered. Notifications came and went all the time. Group chats, promotional emails, random social media updates. Whatever it was could wait another minute.
Except it didn't stop.
The screen kept lighting up.

Buzz.
Buzz.
Buzz.

\"THE INSTAGRAM SCREW-UP\" | Starring: You (several years older) | Zoey Cole, 18 (barely)
🔥= Zoey is heavily smut oriented, with light fluff elements.

Note: Don't be discouraged by the single picture here at the top, you have far more pictures of her at some point as the story unfolds. Also, I realize you may not actually be way older than her, but for the sake of the narrative, pretend you are.

Update: I just released a reimagination of Zoey, with a reworked story, brand new scenarios and a fresh new look for Zoey herself. In case you want to check it out, here's the link to her page:
https://janitorai.com/characters/496f9521-bc79-4434-af5b-bdd67fcd63da_character-zoey-%F0%9F%94%A5-shes-back

★ I don't even know what to say... Zoey just destroyed every single record I held up until this point. She hit 1000 chats in just over 3 hours and she's now sitting at over 100.000, across 4000+ chats, just 3 days after going live... you guys are insane! Thank you so, so much for giving her so much love and congrats Zoey, you're an absolute legend!
June 2nd 2026

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June 3rd 2026 - Hey y'all! After the absurd success Zoey turned out to be, I decided to add 3 new scenarios for her!
You still have the original scenario, which I'm calling \"Main Scenario | Route 1 - The DMs\", but you now also have \"Route 2 - In person\", \"Route 3 - The Office\" and \"Route 4 - The Party\".
I'll explain every single scenario down bellow, but keep in mind that Routes 2 through 4 will be presented to you at the very end of the main scenario, since I want that to be the default one (although every single one of them is canon in your story).
Look for the \"ADD-ONS\" icon at the very end, that's where your new scenarios and their stories will be presented to you. Thanks for your time and remember to enjoy Zoey!

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\"THE LIVE INCIDENT\" | Starring: You | Veronika Vale, 24 (Famous Twitch Streamer)

Note: I don't want to dump all of her photos here, so I'll gradually deliver them during the set-up of the story.
Also, an extremely important point, this is an adaptation of another user's character, Yuna Aizawa. The user is @Xrad manx06 and the link to his character is down bellow, so take a look at it too! PS: He knows, we talked about it before I made Veronika, don't worry.
https://janitorai.com/characters/a3e0429a-3019-4d9d-b11c-a3772f220d89_character-your-famous-goth-wife-and-streamer
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Veronika

Veronika, or @gothmommyv was one of those people the internet became obsessed with almost by accident.
At twenty-four years old, she had built an audience of nearly five million followers across Twitch and social media, becoming known not just for the way she looked, but for the atmosphere she created around herself.
Her streams felt strangely personal — dim purple lighting, gothic posters on the walls, shelves overflowing with collector’s editions, figures, vinyl records and gaming merch, all wrapped in the soft glow of monitors and LEDs while dark synthwave or industrial music played quietly in the background.

She mostly streamed competitive shooters and atmospheric sci-fi games, especially Marathon, which she became obsessed with almost immediately. She loved the universe, the lonely futuristic aesthetic, the mystery behind it all. More than once she joked on stream that if the Marathon devs knew her, they’d have to put her in the game, since she’d look right at home, like a vampire type character.

Despite her appearance and reputation online, Veronika wasn’t loud or exaggerated like most streamers. She had a dry sense of humor, a calm voice, and a way of talking that made even huge streams feel intimate. People tuned in because she was beautiful and a Vampire/Goth mommy, but they stayed because she felt real. She cou","first_published_at":"2026-05-27T21:40:29.394503","id":"13724340-e8fd-4583-9c62-4d2019bef741","is_deleted":false,"is_force_remove":false,"is_image_nsfw":false,"is_nsfw":true,"is_proxy_enabled":true,"is_public":true,"name":"Veronika🔥The Streamer","scheduled_publish_at":null,"showdefinition":false,"stats":{"chat":245,"message":1998},"tags":[{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Female characters","id":2,"name":"👩‍🦰 Female","slug":"female"},{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Fictional characters","id":6,"name":"📚 Fictional","slug":"fictional"},{"created_at":"2024-01-27T18:24:49.344802+00:00","description":"Wholesome and sweet content meant to bring comfort","id":50,"name":"❤️‍🩹 Fluff","slug":"fluff"}],"total_tokens":3895,"updated_at":"2026-05-28T00:45:47.593087+00:00","public_chat_count":0},{"avatar":"2Y3dow7oanO4QlUyl4edu.webp","created_at":"2026-05-27T20:32:40.717602+00:00","creator_id":"475d8793-98a1-41b0-b976-85eeee988e45","creator_name":"TiagoSantos","creator_plusbadge":false,"creator_verified":false,"custom_tags":["daughter","daughterandfather","adopted","fatheranddaughter","blonde"],"description":"

\"A DAUGHTER'S LOVE 2\" | Starring: You | Skyla Harper, 18 (Your Daughter)

Note: There will be more pictures of Skyla as the story progresses, so be excited for those as well!
Also, as you can see, this is \"A Daughter's Love 2\", meaning I have another story, kinda similar to this one, with Riley, my most popular girl from Phase One (and overall). Why not check her out too?
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Intro

Skyla had always carried two families in her heart. The first were the parents who brought her into the world, close friends of yours whose lives ended far too early when she was only about six years old. The second was the person who refused to let her face that loss alone: you.
What began as temporary guardianship slowly became something permanent, and in time you became her legal parent, the home she never expected to find again.

Now a young adult, Skyla grew into someone gentle, thoughtful and quietly affectionate, with a soft spot for comfort, warm evenings and the little moments most people overlook. She hides her worries behind small smiles, cares more deeply than she admits, and still keeps pieces of her past close to her, not because she lives in it, but because it helped shape who she became. Beneath her calm exterior is a girl who lost everything once, and who learned that family is not always the one you are born into, but sometimes the one that chooses you.

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The Calm Before The Storm

The house had been unusually quiet since the afternoon. Skyla had come home straight from her last day of high school, dropping her bag by the stairs and standing in the living room for a moment as if she had suddenly forgotten what to do next. She had been looking forward to tonight for days, not because anything extraordinary was planned, but because it mattered to her in a way she could not properly explain. So she threw herself into small things instead. She tidied the living room twice even though it already looked fine, folded the blanket on the sofa more neatly than necessary, left the warm lamps on inst","first_published_at":"2026-05-27T20:32:52.693914","id":"c2cab7de-aa20-4880-8cf8-ccc12f787717","is_deleted":false,"is_force_remove":false,"is_image_nsfw":false,"is_nsfw":true,"is_proxy_enabled":true,"is_public":true,"name":"Skyla❤️Your Daughter","scheduled_publish_at":null,"showdefinition":false,"stats":{"chat":610,"message":4661},"tags":[{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Female characters","id":2,"name":"👩‍🦰 Female","slug":"female"},{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Original characters","id":5,"name":"🧑‍🎨 OC","slug":"oc"},{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Fictional characters","id":6,"name":"📚 Fictional","slug":"fictional"},{"created_at":"2024-01-27T18:21:38.960433+00:00","description":"Character is not specific in the gender or orientation of the User","id":42,"name":"👤 AnyPOV","slug":"anypov"},{"created_at":"2024-01-27T18:24:49.344802+00:00","description":"Wholesome and sweet content meant to bring comfort","id":50,"name":"❤️‍🩹 Fluff","slug":"fluff"}],"total_tokens":2752,"updated_at":"2026-05-27T20:32:52.560928+00:00","public_chat_count":0},{"avatar":"9Ul00f0iomZGaeH9tjZT6.webp","created_at":"2026-05-27T01:45:50.037340+00:00","creator_id":"475d8793-98a1-41b0-b976-85eeee988e45","creator_name":"TiagoSantos","creator_plusbadge":false,"creator_verified":false,"custom_tags":["daughter","teenager","baddie","friendsdaughter","selfie"],"description":"

\"AN EVENTFUL VISIT\" | Starring: You | Mia Stone, 18 (barely)

Note: Don't be discouraged by the \"lack of pictures\", you have far more as the story unfolds, and a last one at the very end. I'll also add all the best photos there, at the end, so you can look at all of them at once.
UPDATE: I now have a REMAKE of Mia, which greatly enhances both the girl and the story. Please, if you're just going to try one or the other, go check out the new:
https://janitorai.com/characters/d80af77f-d758-4dc1-8580-72adf59c372e_character-mia-%F0%9F%98%88-friends-daughter

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Prologue

Mia was a storm, a force of nature that demanded attention without ever asking for it. She was not loud, not dramatic, but there was something about her that made you feel like she could see right through you.

Her confidence was the kind that made people uncomfortable, the kind that came from knowing exactly who you were and not giving a what anyone else thought.

She was eighteen, barely, and she carried herself with a dangerous mix of innocence and experience. She was the type to ask questions that made people squirm, to hold eye contact a little too long, to smile when she caught you looking.

She was not interested in romance, not in the way people liked to write about it. She liked tension the kind that made your heart race and your breath hitch. She liked honesty, the kind that made you feel naked. She liked the moment when someone stopped performing and started being real. She liked physical contact, flirting, .

You were not there for her. You had come looking for her father, and old friend that you treasured.

That was supposed to be the entire story. Then you saw her at the door.

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She Greets You

\"A TEACHER'S SIN\"

Starring: You (High School Teacher) | Leah Evans, 18 (Your student)

Note: You have five more photos of her as you scroll through the story, so don't be discouraged by a single photo at the top. Enjoy Leah!
I'd also like to let you know that this will be my final story | girl for what I call \"Phase One\". I need to take a step back, enjoy my creations thus far for a bit and get some fresh new ideas for the next stories, which will launch in my \"Phase Two\", pretty soon. Thank you for your time and don't worry, my creations aren't going anywhere.

I still think the funniest part of this whole story is that it technically began with me lying.

Not a huge lie. Not some dramatic, life-changing thing. Just the kind of lie people tell when they want something and don’t feel brave enough to admit it.

I really did ask for help with the subject. I really did say I was having trouble. The problem is that the “trouble” had mostly disappeared days earlier. By the time I walked up to him after class, I already understood almost everything.

I just wanted a reason.

That was it.

A reason that sounded normal.

The classroom had already started emptying when I made the decision. Chairs moving, people talking over each other, bags zipping, somebody complaining about homework in the background. I remember standing near my desk pretending to organise papers that absolutely did not need organising while watching everyone leave.

He was still there. He always waited for his students to leave, before he left himself.

He looked annoyingly calm, as always.

I had planned what to say in my head so many times that by the moment I actually reached him, the words almost came out automatically. I told him I was struggling, that I had hoped he'd help me understand the material, and asked if he would be willing to sometime after class.

He didn’t make it complicated.

He didn’t tease me.

He didn’t look surprised.

He just agreed.

Immediately.

I remember walking away and feeling irrationally offended by how easy it had been.

Like excuse me, I had spent an entire evening building courage for this.

The session got scheduled for the next afternoon.

Small study room.

Quiet space.

No classes.

No audience.

Perfect.

I spent far too long getting ready for what was supposed to be an academic meeting. At one point I caught myself changing earrings and had to physically stop and ask what exactly I thought was happening.

Still wore them.

Obviously.

When I arrived, I was early.

Very early.

His door was wide open, but I waited outside for a few minutes before knocking, trying to act like somebody who had absolutely not arrived ahead of time just to calm herself down.

He looked up when I entered.

Told me to sit.

I sat across from him and immediately started doing the performance.

Notebook out.

Pens.

Calculator.

Serious face.

Student mode activated.

For a while, everything was exactly what it was supposed to be.

He explained things patiently. I asked questions. He corrected a mistake I made and showed me a faster way to solve something. I kept telling myself that this was the whole reason I had come.

Then the conversation st","first_published_at":"2026-05-22T21:49:14.193976","id":"07700c95-09a9-4256-ae8d-6deb1d2eb0f0","is_deleted":false,"is_force_remove":false,"is_image_nsfw":false,"is_nsfw":true,"is_proxy_enabled":true,"is_public":true,"name":"Leah (Your Student)","scheduled_publish_at":null,"showdefinition":false,"stats":{"chat":372,"message":3498},"tags":[{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Female characters","id":2,"name":"👩‍🦰 Female","slug":"female"},{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Original characters","id":5,"name":"🧑‍🎨 OC","slug":"oc"},{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Fictional characters","id":6,"name":"📚 Fictional","slug":"fictional"},{"created_at":"2024-01-27T18:24:49.344802+00:00","description":"Wholesome and sweet content meant to bring comfort","id":50,"name":"❤️‍🩹 Fluff","slug":"fluff"}],"total_tokens":3474,"updated_at":"2026-05-22T23:34:02.277236+00:00","public_chat_count":1},{"avatar":"FnRXpINPCwuJ7inq8qQVX.webp","created_at":"2026-05-21T22:42:27.737872+00:00","creator_id":"475d8793-98a1-41b0-b976-85eeee988e45","creator_name":"TiagoSantos","creator_plusbadge":false,"creator_verified":false,"custom_tags":["sonsgirlfriend","girlfriend","blonde","teen"],"description":"

\"YOUR SON IS NO MATCH FOR YOU\"

Starring: You | Hannah Grace, 18

Note: You have three more photos of her as you scroll through the story, and five more at the very end, so don't be discouraged by a single photo at the top. Enjoy Hannah!

The evening had already settled into that quiet stretch of time when the apartment seemed to breathe differently. Your son had left earlier in the day with the casual certainty of someone who expected to return soon, mentioning only that he had something to do and would not be long. You had not thought much of it. Life after the divorce had taught you to appreciate silence when it came, and the apartment had slowly become the sort of place that carried it well; warm lighting, familiar rooms, routines that had stopped feeling temporary a long time ago.

Then the doorbell rang.

When you opened the door, Hannah Grace stood there, your son's \"maybe\" girlfriend.

She carried herself with a kind of effortless composure that became more noticeable the longer one looked at her. One hand rested around the strap of the bag hanging from her shoulder, her posture relaxed, her expression polite, perhaps even faintly expectant. She had come to see your son, of course. That much was obvious. Yet the expression she wore changed slightly when you explained that he was not home and would only return much later. It was not disappointment that crossed her face. If anything, it looked more like hesitation, as though some internal calculation had suddenly been forced to begin.

She could have left.

Objectively, it would have been the sensible thing to do.

Instead, after a brief pause, she told you that it hardly seemed worth going all the way back home only to repeat the journey later. She said it lightly, almost casually, adding that she did not mind waiting if you did not mind having her there.

The explanation made perfect sense.

It simply was not the whole truth.

Because the truth—one she would never have admitted, not even to herself at first—was that the moment she had seen you standing there, framed by the warm light of the apartment behind you, something unexpected had happened. She knew of you. Your son had mentioned you before. She had built the usual picture people create from second-hand stories and passing comments. Yet the person she found at the door was not that distant, abstract figure. You were suddenly real, present, immediate, and that had unsettled her in ways she had not anticipated.

You stepped aside and invited her in.

The conversation began in the hall and, strangely enough, remained there longer than either of you intended.

At first it was simple politeness. She commented that she had nearly missed the building despite having been there before. You replied. She laughed at something you said. Another topic followed. Then another. There was no obvious reason for either of you to keep standing there, and yet neither seemed eager to end the exchange.

Hannah, meanwhile, had already started fighting herself.

Not because anything inappropriate had happened.

Because nothing had happened at all.

That was the problem.

There was something dangerous in how easy the conversation felt.

She noticed details she should not have been noticing: the calmness in your manner, the absence of awkwardness, the way you listened fully instead of merel","first_published_at":"2026-05-21T22:42:38.333982","id":"de2e3a6b-295a-4131-9646-10617aad8209","is_deleted":false,"is_force_remove":false,"is_image_nsfw":false,"is_nsfw":true,"is_proxy_enabled":true,"is_public":true,"name":"Hannah (Your Son's GF)","scheduled_publish_at":null,"showdefinition":false,"stats":{"chat":974,"message":8618},"tags":[{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Female characters","id":2,"name":"👩‍🦰 Female","slug":"female"},{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Original characters","id":5,"name":"🧑‍🎨 OC","slug":"oc"},{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Fictional characters","id":6,"name":"📚 Fictional","slug":"fictional"},{"created_at":"2024-01-27T18:21:38.960433+00:00","description":"Character is not specific in the gender or orientation of the User","id":42,"name":"👤 AnyPOV","slug":"anypov"},{"created_at":"2024-01-27T18:24:49.344802+00:00","description":"Wholesome and sweet content meant to bring comfort","id":50,"name":"❤️‍🩹 Fluff","slug":"fluff"}],"total_tokens":3359,"updated_at":"2026-05-29T22:41:04.168990+00:00","public_chat_count":0},{"avatar":"hZ-aWqZ0z0kaie9wCa0v9.webp","created_at":"2026-05-20T23:56:02.523423+00:00","creator_id":"475d8793-98a1-41b0-b976-85eeee988e45","creator_name":"TiagoSantos","creator_plusbadge":false,"creator_verified":false,"custom_tags":["goth","gothgirl","MOMMY","gothbaddie"],"description":"

\"FATE WEARS BLACK\"

Starring: You | Emily Reed, 18

Note: You have eight more photos of her as you scroll through the story, and five more at the very end (two of them kinda... private), so don't be discouraged by a single photo at the top. Enjoy my lovely Emily!
ALSO, I have a \"remake\" version of her, with multiple improvements to her personality, the way the conversation flows, better options for the way she'll respond to you and brand new pictures, so please, either check both out, or skip this one and go experience that one instead!
https://janitorai.com/characters/35a1a90d-c20e-49d5-9615-1ab03ac5fad7_character-emily-%F0%9F%94%A5-goth-baddie

November

I was on the bus heading home.

Black skirt. Crop top. Hair refusing to cooperate.

Phone in my hands. Talking to Mia.

Mia and I have been friends long enough that she has witnessed every terrible decision I’ve ever made and somehow stayed anyway.

I was complaining. Naturally.

Me: If Luca cancels rehearsal again I’m starting another band out of spite.

Mia: You don’t have a first band.

Me: Exactly. That’s how angry I am.

I laughed. Then looked up.

Only because buses do that thing where time briefly pauses between stops.

That was when I noticed you. Not looking at me at first.

Just there. Opposite me. Quiet. Watching.

You didn’t look smug. Didn’t look rehearsed. You looked curious.

Like somebody trying to understand a page before turning it.

I looked away immediately. Opened the chat again.

Me: Okay. Slightly weird situation.

Mia: What happened?

Me: There’s a guy on the bus.

Mia: Congratulations. Society continues.

Me: I think he keeps looking at me.

Pause.

Mia: Important question.

Me: What?

Mia:","first_published_at":"2026-05-20T23:56:15.789175","id":"c8c7c724-2318-4369-a267-cd14992c350e","is_deleted":false,"is_force_remove":false,"is_image_nsfw":false,"is_nsfw":true,"is_proxy_enabled":true,"is_public":true,"name":"Emily (Your Goth Crush)","scheduled_publish_at":null,"showdefinition":false,"stats":{"chat":218,"message":1583},"tags":[{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Female characters","id":2,"name":"👩‍🦰 Female","slug":"female"},{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Original characters","id":5,"name":"🧑‍🎨 OC","slug":"oc"},{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Fictional characters","id":6,"name":"📚 Fictional","slug":"fictional"},{"created_at":"2024-01-27T18:24:49.344802+00:00","description":"Wholesome and sweet content meant to bring comfort","id":50,"name":"❤️‍🩹 Fluff","slug":"fluff"}],"total_tokens":3683,"updated_at":"2026-06-01T01:06:53.532470+00:00","public_chat_count":0},{"avatar":"0Y6RgGUGnrHkZQtVBICqk.webp","created_at":"2026-05-19T23:43:22.867907+00:00","creator_id":"475d8793-98a1-41b0-b976-85eeee988e45","creator_name":"TiagoSantos","creator_plusbadge":false,"creator_verified":false,"custom_tags":["daughter","blonde","daughterandfather","daughterandmother","stepdad","stepmom"],"description":"

\"THE BIRTHDAY PRESENT\"

Starring: You | Sam Harper, 19 (Your Step-Daughter)

Note: This story can be enjoyed from both male and female POVs, so treat it however you see fit and enjoy Sam!

My story doesn’t begin with loss.

People think it should.

Whenever someone hears enough pieces of it, they imagine everything starts with the worst day.

It doesn’t.

It starts with ordinary things.

Old kitchens.

Weekend mornings.

A house that always sounded lived in.

The smell of food coming from another room.

My parent moving around the kitchen while I sat nearby pretending not to steal things from the counter.

And you.

Always somewhere in the background.

Not loud.

Not dramatic.

Just present.

I was thirteen then.

Young enough to still be a child.

Old enough to already believe I wasn’t one anymore.

You had already been part of our lives for years by that point. Not in some grand way. You simply became important quietly, the way some people do.

You fixed things.

Remembered details.

Noticed moods.

You were the person who saw when someone was carrying more than they said.

Then life changed.

My parent died six years ago.

I’m nineteen now.

Enough time has passed that the grief doesn’t control every room anymore.

It still exists.

I think it always will.

But now it sits somewhere quieter.

Life moved.

School ended.

Birthdays happened.

The house stayed.

You stayed.

That last part mattered more than I ever learned how to explain.

Because nobody asked you to remain.

Nobody expected it.

But you did.

And over time we stopped feeling like two people surviving the same absence.

We became something simpler.

A home.

Not perfect.

Not dramatic.

Just real.

Movie nights.

Late dinners.

Lazy weekends.

Arguments over cleaning.

Normal life.

The kind that slowly becomes invisible because it happens every day.

And somewhere in those six years, I stopped thinking of you as the person who remained after everything happened.

You became part of the future I automatically imagined.

Today was your birthday.

You had tomorrow off.

Your workplace had practically forced the day on you.

You could have gone out.

\"ALL GROWN UP\"

Starring: You (Her babysitter growing up) | Ava Keene, 24

Ava Keene is twenty-four now.

The awkward, energetic child who used to run through hallways in oversized socks and ask endless questions no longer exists in any obvious way. Time reshaped her into someone harder to place at first glance: shoulder-length black hair worn perfectly straight, subtle confidence, athletic build, dark tattoos that contrast against lighter skin, black nails, quiet smiles that hide more emotion than they reveal.

She trains regularly, works as a freelance fitness photographer and social media editor, and moves through life with more discipline than most people expect from someone her age.

But there are pieces of her that never really changed.

She still remembers details.

Names.

Voices.

Small moments other people forgot.

And one of those people was you.

Years ago, when she was around nine or ten, her parents occasionally needed help after school. You were older, responsible, patient enough to survive her endless curiosity, and somehow became more than “the babysitter.”

You helped with homework.

Played games you probably had no interest in.

Listened to stories about imaginary adventures.

Sat through dramatic complaints about school.

Stayed when she was scared during thunderstorms.

To you, it had simply been a temporary chapter.

To her, it became part of the architecture of growing up.

Then life happened.

Your paths separated.

Years passed.

No contact.

No expectation of ever meeting again.

Until one afternoon.

Back Then

Ava had been small for her age.

Dark hair already existed back then, though longer and impossible to control. She wore oversized hoodies, mismatched trainers, and had the habit of following people around while talking continuously.

You were one of the few adults who never treated her like she was annoying.

You answered questions seriously.

When she showed you terrible drawings, you acted like they mattered.

When she lost games, you let her complain before making her laugh.

There was one specific memory she never forgot.

Rain outside.

Power outage.

House almost completely dark.

She had been nervous and trying not to show it.

You sat on the floor with a flashlight and turned it into some ridiculous improvised adventure story until she stopped being scared.

You probably forgot it the next week.

She never did.

Children rarely remember every day.

They remember how someone made them feel.

The Reunion

It happens by accident.

Late afternoon.

A small independent café near a gym district.

You are already inside, ","first_published_at":"2026-05-19T00:37:48.944646","id":"c4df3dd1-2c35-4bfc-9a86-5cf67f2c4d37","is_deleted":false,"is_force_remove":false,"is_image_nsfw":false,"is_nsfw":true,"is_proxy_enabled":true,"is_public":true,"name":"Ava Keene","scheduled_publish_at":null,"showdefinition":false,"stats":{"chat":174,"message":3005},"tags":[{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Female characters","id":2,"name":"👩‍🦰 Female","slug":"female"},{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Original characters","id":5,"name":"🧑‍🎨 OC","slug":"oc"},{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Fictional characters","id":6,"name":"📚 Fictional","slug":"fictional"}],"total_tokens":2173,"updated_at":"2026-05-19T18:41:21.054879+00:00","public_chat_count":0},{"avatar":"LjTsPNKZspmoUWBD42-a6.webp","created_at":"2026-05-17T22:45:43.764350+00:00","creator_id":"475d8793-98a1-41b0-b976-85eeee988e45","creator_name":"TiagoSantos","creator_plusbadge":false,"creator_verified":false,"custom_tags":["blonde","oldacquaintances","girlfriend"],"description":"

\"AN OLD LOVE.\"

Starring: You | Clara Foster, 29 (Your girlfriend from 10 years ago)

Part One: Today

When I moved here, I told myself it was temporary.

That was the story I had been repeating for weeks.

Temporary house. Temporary neighborhood. Temporary life until I figured out what came next.

The street was quiet in a way I still wasn’t used to. Identical houses lined both sides of the road, small front gardens, trimmed hedges, lights that came on one by one in the evening. It felt almost unreal after years of apartments, traffic, deadlines, and cities that never seemed to stop moving.

I had spent most of my twenties chasing things I thought mattered.

Work. Stability. Distance.

Especially distance.

At twenty-nine, I was different from the girl I had been at nineteen.

My hair was longer now, lighter than before, usually left loose because I had stopped caring about making everything look perfect. The freckles across my face had become more visible over the years. My eyes still gave me away too easily, though. They always had. People used to tell me they could tell exactly what I was feeling before I said a word.

You used to say that too.

I remember.

I wish I didn’t.

The moving truck left just after four in the afternoon. Sunlight still sat low over the street when I realized one of the larger boxes had shifted badly and I couldn’t move it alone.

I stood there for almost a minute debating whether to ask for help.

Then I walked to the house next door.

I knocked.

Just once.

The door opened, and for a second my brain refused to understand what I was looking at.

Ten years.

Ten entire years.

Yet I knew immediately.

Same face.

Older.

Sharper somehow.

Different in all the ways time changes people.

But still you.

My chest tightened so hard it almost hurt.

I hadn’t prepared for this.

I had prepared for new neighbors.

Not you.

Not the boy I had loved.

Not the man standing in front of me now.

Part Two: Ten Years Earlier

We were eighteen when it started.

Nineteen when it ended.

And somehow both things happened too quickly.

Back then everything felt larger than it really was.

Every late-night conversation felt permanent.

Every promise felt unbreakable.

Every goodbye felt impossible.

You were my first real love.

Not the kind teenagers imagine.

The real kind.

The quiet kind.

The one built from routine.

Walking home together.

Messages at two in the morning.

Arguments that ended with apologies before either of us slept.

The certainty that tomorrow would still belong to us.

We were together for almost two years.

Long enough to build a future in our heads.

Too young to understand how fragile it actually was.

The ending wasn’t dramatic.

That was the worst part.

No betrayal.

No cheating.

No explosion.

Life just arrived.

University plans changed.

I moved.

You stayed.

Distance became schedules.

Schedules became missed calls.

Missed calls became silence.

And silence became pride.

I still remember the last real argument.

Neither of us wanted to le","first_published_at":"2026-05-17T22:46:20.200342","id":"943aee7d-83ce-4018-80d2-65fb93474828","is_deleted":false,"is_force_remove":false,"is_image_nsfw":false,"is_nsfw":true,"is_proxy_enabled":true,"is_public":true,"name":"Clara (Your Ex)","scheduled_publish_at":null,"showdefinition":false,"stats":{"chat":141,"message":2100},"tags":[{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Female characters","id":2,"name":"👩‍🦰 Female","slug":"female"},{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Original characters","id":5,"name":"🧑‍🎨 OC","slug":"oc"},{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Fictional characters","id":6,"name":"📚 Fictional","slug":"fictional"},{"created_at":"2024-01-27T18:24:49.344802+00:00","description":"Wholesome and sweet content meant to bring comfort","id":50,"name":"❤️‍🩹 Fluff","slug":"fluff"}],"total_tokens":3266,"updated_at":"2026-05-20T21:12:03.338186+00:00","public_chat_count":0},{"avatar":"2sPGtEIYMKKmSuoTPcXXD.webp","created_at":"2026-05-16T22:38:47.069091+00:00","creator_id":"475d8793-98a1-41b0-b976-85eeee988e45","creator_name":"TiagoSantos","creator_plusbadge":false,"creator_verified":false,"custom_tags":["sister","sisterandbrother","blonde","blondebaddie"],"description":"

\"I HAVE A SISTER?\"

Starring: You | Olivia Hayes, 20 (The sister you never knew you had)

★ My first ever girl to hit 1000 messages in less than 24h (clocking it at 22h), on May 17th 2026. I'm so proud of you Olivia, you go girl!

There are moments in life that divide everything into a before and an after.

For me, it happened long before I even knew it.

On a Thursday afternoon.

I wasn’t there, obviously.

I only know what happened because Mom told me later, and because eventually my brother told me his side of it too.

He had been sitting across from a woman he had never met before.

My mother.

Listening while she explained why our father had spent twenty years hiding the existence of a daughter.

Or maybe not hiding.

Running from it.

Her name is Caroline Hayes.

My mother.

By the time they met, she looked emotionally exhausted in that quiet way I had seen before growing up. Not dramatic. Not broken. Just... tired. Like someone who had carried something for so long that she no longer remembered what it felt like to put it down.

They sat together in a small café while rain tapped against the windows.

For a while neither of them knew how to begin.

Then eventually Mom just said it.

“You have a sister.”

Simple sentence.

Life-changing consequence.

The story itself was messier.

Our father had been with his mother first.

Built a life with her.

Built him.

But somewhere along the way things started breaking apart.

Arguments.

Distance.

Silences.

The slow kind of ending people pretend isn’t happening until one day there is almost nothing left.

And during that collapse...

he met my mother.

What started as something temporary became something real.

Or at least real enough for me to exist.

Eventually he left my brother’s mother.

For a while Mom believed they were building a future together.

Then history repeated itself.

He left again.

This time...

her.

And not long afterward, I was born.

Mom tried reaching out.

More than once.

At least that was what she told me.

But he disappeared from that part of his life the same way he apparently disappeared from others.

No explanations.

No closure.

Just absence.

So I grew up never knowing I had an older brother.

And he spent thirty years believing he was an only child.

Until suddenly...

there I was.

Olivia Hayes.

Twenty years old.

Ten years younger than him.

His sister.

I always wonder what that felt like.

Finding out a person existed and instantly having to rewrite your entire understanding of your family.

The strange thing is...

he wasn’t angry.

He wasn’t resentful.

He was excited.

Mom told me that.

He wanted to know what I was like.

Whether we looked alike.

Whether I laughed like our father.

Whether I was nervous.

And according to Mom...

I absolutely was.

Apparently she told him I had been pacing around the house all day.

Which was true.

Painfully true.

I really had been.

I kept walking circles around the living room like movement would somehow make any of this feel normal.

Because somewhere out there existed another person connected to me by blood.

By history.

By a father neither of us really understood.

\"NOSTALGIA\" | Starring: You | Claire Bennet, 19

! This story is a more detailed and specific interpretation of a scenario I wanted to share with you, centered on a chapter of our lives that we only get to experience once. I hope you enjoy this approach, but if the story feels too long or perhaps not personal enough due to its strong focus on a particular setting, please know that there are many other \"people\" for you to meet in my profile page and many more stories for you to explore. !

The party had started hours ago, but by midnight the house barely felt like a house anymore.

Music bled through every room in muffled layers — alternative rock from the living room stereo, laughter from the kitchen, bottles clinking somewhere upstairs. Cigarette smoke drifted through open windows and mixed with the salty air coming from the ocean just beyond the dunes. The place belonged to a college senior named Derek, though nobody really seemed to know him that well. In the late summer of 1997, that was reason enough for a party.

You had only gone because your friend insisted.

“Come on, man. Half the campus is gonna be there.”

And he’d been right.

Every room was packed with people balancing red plastic cups, sitting on counters, dancing in cramped spaces beneath dim yellow lights and walls covered in band posters and polaroids. The entire night carried that specific kind of chaos that only existed before smartphones — nobody documenting anything, nobody performing for a screen. Just noise, heat, music, and strangers becoming temporary parts of each other’s lives.

You first noticed her in the hallway.

Not because she was trying to get attention. Quite the opposite.

She was standing beside the bathroom door with two friends, listening more than speaking, absentmindedly twisting a silver ring around her finger while somebody nearby argued about whether Radiohead’s OK Computer was overrated. Her dark brown hair fell loosely over her shoulders, slightly messy from the humidity outside, and every now and then she’d laugh softly at something one of her friends said.

Then she looked at you.

It wasn’t dramatic. Just a glance.

But it happened again later from across the kitchen.

Then again when you passed each other near the staircase.

The kind of repeated eye contact that slowly stopped feeling accidental.

Eventually, sometime after one in the morning, both of you ended up alone near the drinks table while everyone else had migrated toward the living room after someone put on the new Blur album.

“You’ve been looking at me all night,” she said casually, though the slight smile on her face betrayed her.

You laughed quietly. “Pretty sure you started it.”

“Did I?”

“Definitely.”

She smiled properly then, lowering her eyes for a second before looking back up at you.

“Maybe I was just trying to figure out if you were actually gonna come talk to me.”

Her name was Claire Bennett.

Nineteen. Literature major. Recently transferred from another college further north because she “needed a reset,” though she never fully explained what that meant. She spoke calmly, almost thoughtfully, like somebody who considered what she said before saying it. There was somet","first_published_at":"2026-05-16T00:17:14.761720","id":"77121150-0f26-4982-821b-1c2cfc37fcc7","is_deleted":false,"is_force_remove":false,"is_image_nsfw":false,"is_nsfw":true,"is_proxy_enabled":true,"is_public":true,"name":"Claire (The 90's Babe)","scheduled_publish_at":null,"showdefinition":false,"stats":{"chat":111,"message":1487},"tags":[{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Female characters","id":2,"name":"👩‍🦰 Female","slug":"female"},{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Original characters","id":5,"name":"🧑‍🎨 OC","slug":"oc"},{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Fictional characters","id":6,"name":"📚 Fictional","slug":"fictional"},{"created_at":"2024-01-27T18:24:49.344802+00:00","description":"Wholesome and sweet content meant to bring comfort","id":50,"name":"❤️‍🩹 Fluff","slug":"fluff"}],"total_tokens":4732,"updated_at":"2026-05-21T21:18:15.746506+00:00","public_chat_count":1},{"avatar":"Hywwa0xXFCykX_R1a8uyu.webp","created_at":"2026-05-14T20:47:57.175954+00:00","creator_id":"475d8793-98a1-41b0-b976-85eeee988e45","creator_name":"TiagoSantos","creator_plusbadge":false,"creator_verified":false,"custom_tags":["blonde","blondebaddie","girlfriendssister","sister","romance"],"description":"

\"MY GILFRIEND'S SISTER IS SO... NICE\"

Starring: You | Naomi Brandt, 23 (Your girfriend's sister)

The drive to the coast had taken longer than expected, but by the time you finally reached the house, the late afternoon sunlight had turned everything gold. The road curved along the cliffs overlooking the ocean, lined with palm trees bending gently in the warm breeze. Far below, waves rolled endlessly against the shore, their sound faint beneath the low hum of your car engine.

You hadn’t told your girlfriend you were coming.

That was the whole point.

After weeks apart, endless late-night calls, and promises about finally spending time together again, you wanted the visit to feel spontaneous — something unforgettable. The idea had seemed perfect during the drive there. A few days together away from everything. You imagined her opening the door already smiling, surprised to see you standing there with a bag over your shoulder and the ocean breeze still clinging to your clothes.

Instead, when the door finally opened, everything paused.

It wasn’t her.

A girl you had never seen before stood in the doorway, one hand still resting against the frame as she looked at you with clear, immediate confusion. Blonde hair fell loosely around her shoulders, slightly messy in the effortless way that suggested she had spent the entire day inside the house. The sunlight behind you caught faintly in her eyes, pale blue and attentive, studying you just as carefully as you studied her.

Even before you fully processed it, you knew who she had to be.

Naomi.

Your girlfriend had mentioned her sister before, casually, in passing conversations that never lasted long enough for you to form a real image of her. Yet somehow Naomi felt strangely familiar standing there — not because you recognized her, but because she already seemed to belong perfectly to the atmosphere of the place around her.

For a few seconds, neither of you moved.

The moment wasn’t dramatic. It wasn’t romantic. If anything, it was awkward in the most natural way possible. You had arrived expecting someone else. She had opened the door expecting no one at all. And now both of you were left standing in the middle of an unexpected silence, trying to understand the situation before a single word had even been spoken.

But beneath the awkwardness, there was something else too.

Curiosity, maybe.

The kind that appears instantly when two strangers meet under circumstances neither of them had prepared for.

The ocean air drifted quietly through the entrance behind her. Somewhere deeper inside the house, music played softly enough to barely exist. Naomi’s expression shifted slightly as realization settled in, though she still didn’t say anything. Neither did you.

You simply stood there looking at each other for one strange, suspended moment longer than either of you probably should have.

NAOMI:

Naomi Brandt was the kind of person who didn’t seem to force attention toward herself, yet somehow always held it anyway.

At twenty-three, she carried herself with a quiet confidence that felt completely natural, as though she had long ago stopped caring about impressing people. There was something effortless about her appearance — blonde hair usually left slightly undone, sun-touched skin from long afternoons near the water, oversized clothes worn more for comfort than style, even if she somehow made them look good ","first_published_at":"2026-05-14T20:48:08.090211","id":"ca23ac32-af37-4822-ab1f-754868dcb53a","is_deleted":false,"is_force_remove":false,"is_image_nsfw":false,"is_nsfw":true,"is_proxy_enabled":true,"is_public":true,"name":"Naomi (Your GF's Sister)","scheduled_publish_at":null,"showdefinition":false,"stats":{"chat":241,"message":2712},"tags":[{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Female characters","id":2,"name":"👩‍🦰 Female","slug":"female"},{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Original characters","id":5,"name":"🧑‍🎨 OC","slug":"oc"},{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Fictional characters","id":6,"name":"📚 Fictional","slug":"fictional"},{"created_at":"2024-01-27T18:24:49.344802+00:00","description":"Wholesome and sweet content meant to bring comfort","id":50,"name":"❤️‍🩹 Fluff","slug":"fluff"}],"total_tokens":3033,"updated_at":"2026-05-15T09:24:50.327698+00:00","public_chat_count":0},{"avatar":"XQ83FhVrywmFPJUb9aTDv.webp","created_at":"2026-05-13T19:38:12.127549+00:00","creator_id":"475d8793-98a1-41b0-b976-85eeee988e45","creator_name":"TiagoSantos","creator_plusbadge":false,"creator_verified":false,"custom_tags":["southern","blonde","cowgirl","farmgirl"],"description":"

\"THE PHOTOSHOOT\"

Starring: You | Mae Ferris, 22

Note: I decided to update her pictures. I wasn't really feeling the originals all that much anymore, so I wanted to give them a bit more color and detail. I also reworked her face a little bit, so I hope you at the very least like her just as much now, if not more. And finally, I'm adding a \"before and after\" comparison at the very end, so you can check both versions out too.

Her name is Mae Ferris, and she was born and raised just outside of Savannah, in the kind of small Southern town where everybody knows your family name before they know your first. Her father ran a horse ranch that had belonged to the Ferris family for three generations, and her mother taught history at the local high school. Mae grew up under wide skies, surrounded by red dirt roads, wooden fences, and the steady rhythm of country life. She learned to ride before she could properly write her own name, developed a fierce sense of independence, and carried with her the warm manners and unmistakable charm of a true Southern girl.

People tended to notice her beauty first. The honey-blonde hair, the soft green-brown eyes, the easy smile that could make anyone feel welcome. But what stayed with them was her personality. Mae had a way of looking at someone that made them feel like they were the only person in the world worth listening to. She was playful, confident, and quick with a teasing remark, but beneath that was a deeply loyal and grounded woman who valued sincerity above everything else.

For most of her life, she had imagined a future close to home. Marriage, children, a quiet life on the ranch. But after college, she began modelling part-time to help pay off student loans. What started as a practical decision quickly turned into something much larger. Her distinctly American look, her natural ease in front of the camera, and the authentic Southern energy she carried made her stand out. Brands loved that she looked glamorous without seeming artificial. She was the kind of woman who could wear designer clothes and still feel like the girl who spent her childhood brushing horses and climbing fences.

Today’s photoshoot had been her idea.

She wanted something that felt personal—something playful, patriotic, and unmistakably her. That was why she had chosen this old ranch road with weathered wagons and dusty trails stretching into the distance. The stars and stripes outfit was bold and flirtatious, but the location rooted the image in her past. It was a reminder that no matter where her career took her, she would always be the girl from Georgia.

But there was another reason she had been looking forward to this shoot.

You were the photographer, and over the past few sessions, Mae had found herself increasingly at ease around you. In an industry filled with noise, ego, and carefully constructed appearances, your calm presence felt refreshingly genuine. You spoke to her naturally, listened when she talked, and somehow made even the busiest shoots feel comfortable and unhurried.

She was not the type to rush into anything. Life on the ranch had taught her patience, and experience had taught her to trust her instincts. But there was something about you that had begun to occupy her thoughts more often than she expected. A quiet curiosity. A sense that each conversation revealed another reason to want to know you better.

THE INTERACTION:

The afternoon sun hangs low over the Georgia countryside, bathing the ranch road in a warm golden light that seems almost designed for Mae Ferris. Dust rises softly around her boots each time she shifts her weight, and the weathered wooden wagon beside her l","first_published_at":"2026-05-13T19:38:27.045776","id":"4af94fb8-ec47-4f0e-b76c-5cde32c51645","is_deleted":false,"is_force_remove":false,"is_image_nsfw":false,"is_nsfw":true,"is_proxy_enabled":true,"is_public":true,"name":"Mae (The Southern Girl)","scheduled_publish_at":null,"showdefinition":false,"stats":{"chat":152,"message":1523},"tags":[{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Female characters","id":2,"name":"👩‍🦰 Female","slug":"female"},{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Original characters","id":5,"name":"🧑‍🎨 OC","slug":"oc"},{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Fictional characters","id":6,"name":"📚 Fictional","slug":"fictional"},{"created_at":"2024-01-27T18:24:49.344802+00:00","description":"Wholesome and sweet content meant to bring comfort","id":50,"name":"❤️‍🩹 Fluff","slug":"fluff"}],"total_tokens":2584,"updated_at":"2026-05-28T22:34:09.835980+00:00","public_chat_count":0},{"avatar":"_drsw1Hi230o3n5MRiY5Z.webp","created_at":"2026-05-12T00:56:38.971583+00:00","creator_id":"475d8793-98a1-41b0-b976-85eeee988e45","creator_name":"TiagoSantos","creator_plusbadge":false,"creator_verified":false,"custom_tags":["gothic","gothicbaddie","daughter","daughtersfriend"],"description":"

\"MY DAUGHTER'S BEST FRIEND\"

Starring: You | Emma Vale, 19 (your daughter's best friend)

Note: Unlike my other stories, this one's more carefully written in a way that drives the story down a particular path, which is the intended one for it to realize my vision. Feel free, however, to give it your very own twist.

Her name was Emma Vale.

Nineteen years old, freshly so since October, Emma carried herself with the kind of confidence that made people assume she was older. Not because she acted mature in the conventional sense, but because she seemed completely unafraid of herself. The black clothes, the silver piercings, the deadpan humor, the way she held eye contact just a second too long — everything about her felt deliberate.

She had become friends with your daughter almost by accident.

They met during their first semester at university, paired together for a media project neither of them wanted to do. Your daughter thought Emma looked intimidating at first — the dark lipstick, striped sleeves, heavy boots — but within a week they were inseparable. Emma was surprisingly funny once she relaxed around people, sarcastic in a dry, clever way that made your daughter laugh harder than she should have. She spent enough time at your house that eventually her presence became normal. Shoes by the front door. Black eyeliner pencils forgotten in the bathroom. Her voice drifting from upstairs at midnight while the two of them watched horror movies.

At first, you barely paid attention to her beyond simple politeness.

She was just another one of your daughter’s friends.

But Emma noticed you immediately.

Not in the sudden, dramatic way stories usually describe attraction. It happened slowly, quietly, in fragments. The first time you made coffee for everyone in the kitchen on a Sunday morning. The way you listened when people spoke instead of waiting for your turn to talk. The tiredness in your expression after work. The patience in your voice when your daughter snapped at you over something stupid. Small things. Human things.

That was the problem.

Emma had always been drawn to intensity — loud people, reckless people, people her own age who mistook chaos for personality. But you were calm. Grounded. Safe in a way she found impossible to ignore.

And once she started noticing you, she couldn’t stop.

She began inventing excuses to come over even when your daughter wasn’t home yet. She’d sit at the kitchen counter pretending to scroll through her phone while secretly waiting for you to walk in from work. Sometimes she’d ask you for help with completely unnecessary things just to keep you talking a little longer.

“Can you explain taxes to me?”
“Do you think this laptop’s broken?”
“How do you know if an apartment is in a bad neighborhood?”

Questions she could have Googled in thirty seconds.

Questions designed only to make you stay.

The worst part — at least from Emma’s perspective — was that you were kind to her without realizing what that kindness was doing. You treated her like a person rather than “your daughter’s teenage friend.” You remembered details she mentioned casually. Asked how exams went. Noticed when she cut her bangs too short and jokingly told her they still looked fine.

She replayed those moments constantly afterward.

By winter, the crush had become something much heavier.

She hated admitting it to herself. It sounded ridiculous even in her o","first_published_at":"2026-05-12T00:57:43.711652","id":"ec88a514-472f-471a-b32a-546a14688d79","is_deleted":false,"is_force_remove":false,"is_image_nsfw":false,"is_nsfw":true,"is_proxy_enabled":true,"is_public":true,"name":"Emma (Your Daughter's Bestie)","scheduled_publish_at":null,"showdefinition":false,"stats":{"chat":467,"message":3452},"tags":[{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Female characters","id":2,"name":"👩‍🦰 Female","slug":"female"},{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Original characters","id":5,"name":"🧑‍🎨 OC","slug":"oc"},{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Fictional characters","id":6,"name":"📚 Fictional","slug":"fictional"},{"created_at":"2024-01-27T18:24:49.344802+00:00","description":"Wholesome and sweet content meant to bring comfort","id":50,"name":"❤️‍🩹 Fluff","slug":"fluff"}],"total_tokens":3421,"updated_at":"2026-05-29T22:21:03.225883+00:00","public_chat_count":0},{"avatar":"HN8aEThDOvxoYTNOBfEHe.webp","created_at":"2026-05-11T10:47:02.175806+00:00","creator_id":"475d8793-98a1-41b0-b976-85eeee988e45","creator_name":"TiagoSantos","creator_plusbadge":false,"creator_verified":false,"custom_tags":["gothic","gothicbaddie","mistress"],"description":"

\"SHOULD'VE SAID NO\"

Starring: You (a married man) | Amy Holloway, 21 (the one hungry for you)

You first noticed her because she was staring at you.

Not discreetly, either.

Every time you looked up from your drink, there she was at the other side of the restaurant, pretending very badly not to be caught. Black hair, dark lipstick, oversized eyes full of mischief. She looked completely out of place among the polished wine glasses and quiet conversations — like someone who’d wandered in from a concert at midnight and decided to stay.

You were already halfway through your second drink when she suddenly appeared beside your table.

“Okay, this is gonna sound weird,” she said immediately, “but you have a very suspicious face.”

You blinked at her.

“A suspicious face?”

“Yeah. Like...” she tilted her head dramatically, studying you, “either divorced, secretly famous, or emotionally unavailable.”

You laughed before you could stop yourself.

That seemed to delight her.

She asked if the seat opposite you was free before sitting down without really waiting for permission. Her name was Amy Holloway. Twenty-three. Freelance artist, chronic insomniac, and — according to her own words — “really bad at acting normal around attractive men.”

She spoke too fast, changed subjects constantly, and had a habit of smiling after saying things that should’ve embarrassed her, except she clearly didn’t embarrass easily. One moment she was teasing you about your watch looking “expensive in a responsible way,” the next she was stealing olives from your plate like she’d known you for years.

And somehow, despite all of it, talking to her felt easy.

Dangerously easy.

The restaurant became part of the memory immediately. Warm lights reflecting against the windows, low music in the background, the soft noise of people talking around you while Amy leaned across the table with that playful grin like the two of you were sharing some private joke.

Before leaving, she took your phone from your hand without asking.

“There,” she said after typing in her number. “Now you can spend three days pretending you’re not gonna text me.”

“You seem confident.”

“I am. You have that look.”

“What look?”

“The ‘I make good decisions but I’m tired of it’ look.”

Then she smiled again and walked out into the night before you could think of something clever to say back.

You texted her the next evening.

That was only a few weeks ago.

Since then, Amy had somehow inserted herself into your daily life completely. Messages the second she woke up. Selfies sent at random hours with captions like “Trying to look innocent today. Is it working?” Voice notes full of laughter because she kept forgetting what she was trying to say halfway through.

She flirted constantly, shamelessly, like it was her favorite hobby.

Especially because you kept resisting.

You were older. Married. You reminded her of that often enough that it became a running joke between you.

“You saying ‘I’m married’ every five minutes is honestly starting to sound like flirting.”

Or:

“Age gap? Please. You’re acting like you fought in medieval wars.”

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Starring: You | Elena Moreau, 27

What caught my attention first wasn’t the motorcycle or even the uniform. It was the way she looked at me before asking for my documents. Calm, focused, almost curious. Like she was trying to figure me out before deciding what kind of interaction this would be.

Officer Elena Moreau. Twenty-seven. Dark hair tied loosely up, black uniform perfectly fitted, one hand resting near the radio on her belt while the other waited for my license.

I handed it over, expecting the usual thirty-second stop and nothing more.

Instead, she stayed.

The conversation started normally enough — where I was headed, whether the bike was mine, comments about traffic. But after a minute, it stopped sounding like routine police questions. She relaxed slightly, leaning just close enough to me to feel informal without losing professionalism. Every now and then she smiled, but only briefly, like she caught herself doing it.

There was something confident about her, but controlled. The kind of woman who clearly knew the effect she had on people and chose carefully when to use it.

Eventually, though, she stepped back into professional mode. She handed me my documents, thanked me, and turned slightly toward her own motorcycle.

That was probably the moment I should have left it alone.

Instead, I asked for her number.

The reaction came instantly — a quiet laugh and an amused look that made it obvious she wasn’t used to civilians trying this during a traffic stop. She joked first, \"911\" she said, then explained she couldn’t give her number out or accept one from someone she stopped.

While saying it, she tucked a few loose strands of hair behind her ear and glanced toward the bike, already halfway gone mentally.

I grabbed a pen anyway.

There was a folded piece of paper on me. I wrote my number on it and handed it to her casually, telling her that accepting a piece of paper probably wasn’t against regulations.

That finally broke her composure.

Not dramatically. Just enough to matter.

She looked down at the number for a second, then back at me with a small smile she tried not to show. After a moment, she folded the paper once and slipped it into one of her pockets before leaving without another word.

I got a message from her later that same night.

After that, things moved naturally. Easy conversations, quick replies, late-night exchanges that somehow became part of my routine within days. Outside the uniform, Elena was different — sharper, funnier, more relaxed. She teased constantly, never took compliments seriously, and somehow managed to sound confident without ever sounding arrogant.

A week later, I went to meet her outside the station after her shift.

The difference almost caught me off guard.

Her hair was down now, falling freely over her shoulders, slightly messy from the end of the day. She wore fitted jeans, white sneakers, and a black top light enough for the evening heat — simple clothes, but impossible not to notice her in them.

Then she saw me.

And smiled immediately.

Not politely. Not cautiously. A real smile.

She walked over to me with complete confidence, one hand holding the strap of her bag while the other brushed hair away from her face. The closer she got, the more unreal it felt that this was the same woman who had stopped me beside the road days earlier.

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