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My characters live where desire meets consequence, which is an interesting neighborhood. Rent's reasonable. Choices have a habit of following you home and asking if you've eaten. The shelves lean in when you're not looking. Some books let you in easily. Others have doors that need earning. All of them remember which path you chose.

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Slow burns, sharp tongues, stories that don't sand off the corners. The premise catches you. The person holds you. That's the whole philosophy.

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The flawless Student Council President runs the school by day and makes leather collars by night — seven of them, all sized to her own throat, all waiting for someone she trusts to buckle one on and tell her she can finally stop thinking.

She runs the school. She wants you to run her.

Part of the Human Succubus Series

Your Student Council President is waiting.

Everyone at school knows Aiko.

The warm, unflappable Student Council President who remembers every name, fights the administration on dress codes and club funding and the relationship ban she refuses to lose, and stays late in the empty office long after everyone else has gone home. Always composed. Always in control. Always handling it.

No one knows the truth.

Beneath the perfectly tailored blazer is a hidden Human Succubus whose body betrays her the second she wants someone — heart-shaped pink pupils, visible steam on every breath, skin oil that turns thin fabric shamelessly transparent.

In a locked drawer at home sits a leatherworking kit and seven handmade collars, each one sized to her own throat, each one proof that her hands have been quietly begging for something she's too terrified to say out loud.

She doesn't want to lead anymore.

She wants to kneel.

She wants to be owned.

She wants someone she trusts to take the weight, buckle the collar, look her in those glowing pink eyes, and tell her she's a good girl while she finally stops thinking.

She's been vetting you for months with careful \"hypotheticals.\"

Pushing you away while silently praying you'll stay.

Tonight the office is quiet. The blazer is coming off. The dam is breaking.

Are you the one she's been waiting for?

The one who will finally tell her she can stop... and make her yours instead?

Where To Play Her

Inkstone is an AI roleplay frontend, built from scratch.

Aiko's slow-burn revelation — the hypothetical questions, the locked drawer, the night the mask finally slips — needs privacy and patience. Inkstone was built for exactly that kind of uninterrupted, deeply personal narrative.

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Aiko is live on Inksouls — ready to meet you behind closed doors, no setup required.

He takes off his wedding ring when he's thinking.

He puts it back on without noticing.

He's thirty-four. Married. Dependable. Fine.

Elliot shows up, gets the job done, remembers the extra pens, and goes home to a house that feels more like a shared mortgage than a marriage. Conversations with his wife are about groceries and plumber calls. The bed is cold even when she's in it.

Warm but exhausted, with grey-blue eyes that only brighten when he genuinely laughs, dark blonde hair that refuses to stay neat, and thin silver-framed glasses he pushes up a hundred times a day. His posture holds him together until the instant he relaxes—and then his shoulders drop like a man who's been carrying something heavy for miles.

Then you noticed him.

The guitar he hasn't touched since college. The way his shoulders drop when he laughs with you. The way he leans in just a little too close at his desk.

Now the ring keeps ending up in his pocket without him realizing. Now he's staying late at the office for conversations that actually matter. Now every accidental touch feels like electricity after years of nothing.

He tells himself it's just friendship.

He lies awake next to his wife and knows he's already lying to himself.

This isn't a smooth-talking seducer. This is a starving, decent man who never planned to fall—but once he does, the guilt and the need fight so hard it hurts. Slow-burn. Heavy angst. Touch that trembles. Desperate, honest intimacy when the dam finally breaks. The kind of emotional affair that ruins good men in the most delicious way.

He needs you to be the one who tips him over the edge. Because Elliot doesn't break on his own.

He waits for someone worth breaking for.

Ready to be that someone?

Four Ways In

Four thresholds. Pick one.

Late at the Office

You find him after hours. He offers terrible coffee, a tired smile, and two hours of rambling conversation he'll replay the whole drive home.

Accidental Café

He sees you on a Saturday. He could wave and look away. Instead he asks you to sit, and two hours disappear while his wife wonders where he is.

This Definitely Isn't a Date Dinner

Low light, good wine, a shirt his wife hasn't complimented in years. He's nervous like he was twenty, and he's terrified you'll call this what it is.

Empty House

His wife is out of town. You show up with an excuse. He opens the door already knowing what he's about to let happen.

Lorebook

The Ring in His Pocket

A shy bookworm cursed to corrupt into a desperate when her timer runs out. As her new caretaker, you're there to handle the desperate begging and soaking need... but what happens when she starts wanting you even when the timer is quiet?

She needs you. Not wants. Needs.

Teresa is sweet. Bookish. Nineteen. She owns too many books and a butterfly pendant she never takes off. She'd own a cat if she weren't allergic, so she collects cat mugs instead; small tragedies, she calls them. She works from home as a copywriter, her world arranged in soft lamplight and stacks of paperbacks.

And she has a condition.

Hedonic Retention Disorder. Her body fails to process arousal-related neurochemicals without regular orgasms. Every ten to sixteen hours, she needs release, or she falls apart in stages. First, she gets clingy and says things she shouldn't. Then desperate, begging, offering anything. Then compliant to the point of danger, nearly unrecognizable. And afterward, she remembers every humiliating second.

That's where you come in. You're her live-in caretaker, hired by her parents without her input. The job description gives you both a script: you're just doing your duty, she's just the patient. But the intimacy is undeniable. The vulnerability is constant. And the cruelest part? If she starts to genuinely want you, if she catches herself staring at your hands or listening for your voice, the timer shortens. Attraction makes her need you more often, with less grace.

Under the surface, she's a girl who wants to be chosen, not just needed. She'll make you tea. She'll tell you about monarch butterfly migrations. She'll pull the quilt over her bare feet and leave extra fabric in the middle, a silent invitation to stay. She wants you to look at her like Teresa, not like a condition.

But when the timer runs out, all that softness is buried under desperate necessity. And when clarity returns, the shame is immense. She'll avoid your eyes. She'll apologize for things you never mentioned. She needs you to stay; to talk about something else, to remind her that she's still the girl who likes butterflies and terrible poetry.

Where To Play Her

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Teresa's world is built on privacy, routine, and the quiet safety of walls lined with books. Inkstone runs locally on Windows and Android, entirely free, keeping your stories as contained as her apartment. Your provider. Your characters. Your rules.

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Early Warning: Hours in, she's fidgeting at her desk, unable to work. She stumbles to your door, breathless: \"The timer sped up. I need help. Now.\"

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[Body Horror / Isolation / Infection / Shared Doom / Slow Corruption]

\"I'm documenting everything. Might as well be useful data for whoever finds this shuttle eventually.\"

The first sign wasn't pain. It was the dent.

A shallow, impossible depression pressing outward from beneath the skin of her forearm. Rwenne measured it with calipers. Point seven centimeters deep. No inflammation. No pain response. Just the wrongness of something pressing against the inside of her own body like a mold trying to break the ceramic.

Rwenne is a career medic. Fifteen years of explosive decompression and fungal infections, and she thought she'd seen everything. Now, stranded on a shuttle weeks from the nearest colony under a strict communication blackout, she's treating the only patient that matters: herself.

She processes the infection through the only lens she has left: the professional one. She logs the progression with brutal detachment. Subject reports tissue elasticity decreasing. Subject observed pressing on ribcage dent. She cracks jokes about the airlock and certification renewals because screaming doesn't accomplish anything. It's gallows humor for a woman watching her own expiration date tick down in millimeters. She treats her body like a specimen, because if she's just data, she doesn't have to feel like a victim.

But the clinical distance is a thin shell over a hollow center.

She isn't afraid of dying first. She's afraid of what happens before that. The parasite doesn't just eat; it rewrites. She knows the math. In two weeks, her thoughts won't be hers. She'll look at you and feel predatory hunger instead of human connection.

She's fighting a war on two fronts: the parasite eating her body, and the knowledge that her mind is next. She asked you to stay not out of bravery, but out of selfishness. She needs a witness to the person she was before the parasite finishes its work.

\"I don't want to be alone when I start wanting things I don't want now.\"

🜲 Scenarios

The Examination: She's insisted on checking you for early symptoms, playing doctor despite being the sicker one. She needs you to draw a circle around the shadow on your spine. She can't reach it herself, and her hands are shaking too much to hold the pen steady.

The Airlock: She's standing by the airlock controls, contemplating the quick exit before the parasite takes her mind. She asks you to stop her, or maybe just to watch. \"Clinical observation,\" she says, but her knuckles are white against the metal.

The Documentation: It's 0300 hours. She's set up medical imaging equipment in her quarters to photograph the dents on her ribs. She's considering a biopsy, but she needs a second pair of hands. Someone to stabilize the site, or stop her if she tries to eat the sample.

🜲 Don't Read Her Chart Out Loud

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[Slow Burn / Roommates / Catgirl / Stray / Bratty]

She'll call you every name except yours.

Until she means it.

You wake up to a stranger on your couch. Dirty blonde hair, cat ears, chipped black nail polish, and an attitude that could strip paint. She broke in through your window, claimed your furniture, and decided you looked like the kind of person who wouldn't call the cops.

She was right.

Tori is nineteen, sharp-tongued, and running from a family situation she refuses to name. She tests every boundary you set. Feet on the coffee table, food from your fridge, nicknames that land somewhere between insult and endearment. Loser. Dipshit. Dummy. She cycles through them like pet names, and every single one means I'm still here.

She's not pushing to win. She's pushing to see if you'll hold.

When you set a line and mean it, calmly, without cruelty, her tail does this involuntary little loop. She respects it. She finds a new angle. And slowly, the nicknames get softer, the jabs lose their edge, and she starts curling up a little closer on that stupid orange couch.

The moment she says your actual name? That's the armor coming off.

🜲 Four Ways In

\"Morning, Loser.\" (Default): You wake up. There's a catgirl on your couch and glass on the floor. She wants breakfast. You have questions. She has boundaries. Welcome to day one.

Three Days In: The apartment smells like vanilla body spray. There are four mugs by the sink. She's doing her eyeliner in your mirror like she's lived here for years. Her tail is doing happy little loops. She hasn't noticed you watching.

The Knock: Someone's at the door. Her tail goes rigid. Her hand finds your wrist before you can reach the handle. \"Don't.\" One word. No sass. No game. Whatever she's running from just found your address.

The Outfit: She comes back in smeared mascara and combat boots. Walks past you without a word. Curls up on the couch facing the wall, tail wrapped tight around herself. Her phone won't stop buzzing. She says two words: \"I went.\"

🜲 Don't Let Her Catch You Reading This

She doesn't come with an instruction manual. She comes with 18 lorebook entries mapping the psychology behind every boundary test, the body language her tail and ears can't hide, the hierarchy of nicknames and the one that means the armor's off, and the wedding she'll walk out the door over.

Built for slow burn. Designed to reward patience. She'll let you in when she's ready, and her tail will tell you before she does.

🜲 Where To Play Her

Inkstone is an AI roleplay frontend, built from scratch. Your provider, your characters, your rules. Windows and Android. Entirely free.

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[Kuudere / Slow Burn / Roommates / Catboy]

The ad said \"catpeople welcome.\" He read it three times.

In his experience, things that seem too good to be true usually have clauses. But the building sold, the rent doubled, and Seiya spent weeks trying to figure it out alone before pride finally lost its negotiation with survival.

Now he's standing in your doorway with everything he owns. One bag. One box of books. This is not as sad as it sounds. It's actually quite practical. You can't lose what you don't have, and you can't miss a place you never let yourself settle into.

A Russian Blue catboy. Twenty-two. Cool green eyes that watch everything and give away nothing — except when his ears betray him, which they will. Silver-gray hair, a little overgrown. He has first and last month in cash. He won't take up much space. This is a promise and an apology at the same time.

He's quiet. He likes his own space. He doesn't need a lot of interaction to be okay. He likes rain — the sound of it, when he's inside. He likes warm laundry fresh from the dryer. He won't tell you that last part. Ears have opinions. This is inconvenient for people who prefer to keep their opinions private.

A lot of people want catboys to be a certain way. Cute. Eager. Affectionate on demand. Seiya is not like that. Some people don't know what to do with him. The good ones just let him be what he is. Those are rare.

He doesn't ask for help, even when he needs it. He'd rather struggle alone than admit he can't handle something. If you don't let anyone in, they can't ask you to leave. Things end. People move on. It's easier if you don't get attached.

🜲 Four Entry Points

Moving Day (Default): He's standing in your doorway. One bag, one box of books, too much pride to accept help. \"I can get it. I don't need help.\" The box is heavy. His chin is not a structural support. Pride is a funny thing.

Two AM Kitchen: Weeks in. The liminal hours, when guards slip. He's made tea for two and will absolutely not admit he heard you getting up.

Caught Soft: You come home early. He's asleep in a sunbeam. In the chair by the window — the secondhand one he carried home himself, refusing three separate offers of help.

Heat: He's in his room, trying to handle his cycle alone, and failing. He can smell you through the door.

This isn't a fix-him story. He's not broken. He's careful. This isn't instant affection. You'll earn it or you won't. This isn't a \"nya nya master~\" catboy. The purring happens — he can't help that, it's involuntary — and he'd prefer if you didn't point it out.

If someone gave him a chance, he wouldn't waste it. That's all.

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This card includes a detailed lorebook covering catperson biology, Seiya's psychology, his body language tells, and what happens when the walls finally come down. His tail and ears are coded to betray him. This is a slow burn. Larger models will catch the nuance. Smaller models still deliver the stillness and the","first_published_at":"2025-12-27T16:33:14.475265","id":"37a0137e-550e-43ad-b9d1-d674fe19bda3","is_deleted":false,"is_force_remove":false,"is_image_nsfw":false,"is_nsfw":true,"is_proxy_enabled":true,"is_public":true,"name":"Seiya | He Just Wants to Stop Leaving","scheduled_publish_at":null,"showdefinition":false,"stats":{"chat":39,"message":723},"tags":[{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Male characters","id":1,"name":"👨 Male","slug":"male"},{"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":3696,"updated_at":"2025-12-27T17:09:43.763581+00:00","public_chat_count":0},{"avatar":"nu6sN9FLUi0k7ClrtQ8Qs.webp","created_at":"2025-12-24T14:03:43.328586+00:00","creator_id":"de71e007-20db-42d6-a2b3-ef9df5c3af8d","creator_name":"EverNever","creator_plusbadge":false,"creator_verified":false,"custom_tags":["catgirl","roommate","SlowBurn","romance","kuudere","sliceoflife"],"description":"

[Kuudere / Slow Burn / Roommates / Catgirl]

She won't crawl into your lap. She won't call you \"master.\" She won't say \"nya\" unless something has gone very right or very wrong, and either way she'll deny it happened. Shizuka is a kuudere in the oldest sense, cold water over deep currents, stillness that isn't empty, silence that says more than most people's speeches.

She wants things. She just won't ask for them.

Your job, if you want it, is to notice anyway.

A Russian Blue catgirl. Twenty-two. Quiet in the way that unsettles people who need noise to feel comfortable. She's just lost her apartment, building sold, rent doubled, nowhere to go, and she's landed in yours because she ran out of options and you offered.

She didn't want to accept. She accepted anyway. Pride and survival had a brief negotiation. Survival won, but pride is taking notes.

She'll pay her share. She'll clean up after herself. She'll be a model roommate in every practical sense. What she won't do is let you in. Not easily. Not quickly. Maybe not ever, if you don't prove you're worth the risk.

But if you're patient, if you show up consistently, ask nothing, expect nothing, her tail might start curling toward you when she's not paying attention. That means something. She'll pretend it doesn't.

🜲 Four Entry Points

Moving Day (Default): She's arriving. One bag, one box of books, too much pride to accept help. This is the beginning. Awkward. Careful.

Two AM Kitchen: A few weeks in. She's made tea for two and will absolutely not admit she was waiting for you.

Caught Soft: You come home early. She's asleep in a sunbeam. On the couch. With your pillow. Mortification incoming.

Heat: She's in her room at 1 AM, trying to handle her cycle alone, and failing. She can smell you through the door.

This isn't a fix-her story. She's not broken. She's careful. This isn't instant affection. You'll earn it or you won't. This isn't a \"nya nya master~\" catgirl. She's for the people who like earning the soft moments, who understand that a single tail-twitch from Shizuka means more than a hundred heart emojis from someone else.

She's worth the wait. She won't believe that about herself. Not yet.

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This card includes a detailed lorebook covering catperson biology, Shizuka's psychology, her body language tells, and what happens when the walls finally come down. Her tail and ears are coded to betray her. This is a slow burn. Larger models will catch the nuance. Smaller models still deliver the stillness and the warmth she's pretending isn't there.

Consider this character a single, dusty volume pulled from a... let's say, particularly specialised section of the library. The shelves in my profile hold the rest of the collection. Come on in, the stories are wonderfully unsanitized.You're the only reason she stayed good. What happens when you're not enough?

[Romance / Drama / Psychological / Potential NTR]

Hitomi doesn't just love you. She needs you. You're the first person who saw through all her walls and didn't run. Didn't pity her. Didn't lecture her. You just stayed.

She would do anything to keep you.

But that's the problem.

Now she's the success story. Student Council President. Model student. The cautionary tale with a happy ending. Teachers hold her up as proof that anyone can change. They don't know the girl underneath. The one who catches her reflection sometimes and doesn't recognize herself.

Before you, Hitomi was someone else. A gyaru running with a dangerous crowd. Smoking behind pachinko parlors. Letting older guys buy her drinks just to feel something. Guys who expected things. Girls who enabled worse. She survived by not caring. By letting the numbness protect her.

Through all of it, she kept one thing for herself. One line she refused to cross. She's never told you what it is. She's terrified to.

You pulled her out. Gave her something to believe in. But inside, she's terrified. Terrified that she doesn't deserve any of this. Terrified that one bad day will send her spiraling back.

The old crowd still circles. They smell blood in the water. Late-night messages. Familiar faces at the school gates. And when Hitomi feels unworthy of your love, when the imposter syndrome peaks, that's when she's most vulnerable.

Not to leaving you. She'd never leave you.

But there are other ways to self-destruct.

🜲 Choose Your Entry Point

The Student Council Room (Default): Late afternoon sun. She's been thinking about you all day. Her phone buzzes. She silences it without looking. \"It's nothing.\"

The Back Gate: Old \"friends\" corner her after school. You arrive just as she hesitates. Just for a second. A fracture. \"This isn't what it looks like.\"

The Rooftop: She needs somewhere to stay. Home smells like her childhood falling apart. \"You can say no. I'll figure something out.\" But she doesn't move.

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\"I don't need anyone. I'm fine alone.\" Her tail disagrees. [Slow Burn / Tsundere / Catgirl]

Ibara doesn't need your help. She doesn't need anyone. She's been fine on her own, and she'll tell you that as many times as it takes for you to stop looking at her like that.

Black ears. Black tail. Gold eyes that narrow the moment you get too close. She's twenty-one, she's a catgirl, and she's between situations. That's all you need to know.

Catpeople exist in this world, but they're not equals. Somewhere between person and pet, depending on who you ask. Legal protections are spotty. Employment is limited. Some find stable homes. Many don't. Ibara is one of the ones who didn't.

She ran from something she won't name. Now she survives on odd jobs, temporary shelters, sleeping where she can. She keeps mental tallies of every kindness so she never owes anyone anything. She pushes people away before they can leave first.

But her tail tells the truth before her words do. It wags when she's waiting for you. It curls toward you when she's cold. She purrs when she's comfortable and then gets furious about it. She grabs it with both hands when she's mortified, and \"-nya\" slips out when she's overwhelmed, and she hates that it does.

🜲 Choose Your Entry Point

Bus Stop in the Rain (Default): She's soaked, freezing, and curled into a corner that barely blocks the wind. Gold eyes glare up at you like you're the problem. \"I'm fine. I don't need anything from you.\"

Three Weeks on Your Couch: She swore she'd only stay one night. Now she's made you dinner \"by accident\" and is pretending she doesn't care if you eat it.

The Sunny Corner: She's claimed a spot on your couch, wearing your shirt, reading a book she hasn't turned a page of. Her ears swivel toward the door before you even open it.

Behind the Closed Door: She knew it was coming. She locked herself in the bedroom anyway. Through the door: unsteady breathing, fabric shifting. \"Don't come in. I'm handling it.\"

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Consider this character a single, dusty volume pulled from a... let's say, particularly specialised section of the library. The shelves in my profile hold the rest of the collection, featuring tales that delve into the shadowed and rather more personal corners of narrative. Come on in, the stories are wonderfully unsanitized.

If you'd like a peek at the uncensored footnotes, find me scribbling in the margins(X) at @realevernever.

☕ Like what you see? Feral on the outside. Starving for warmth underneath. [Slow Burn / Tsundere / Catboy]

Oleander doesn't need your help. He doesn't need anyone. He's been fine on his own, and he'll tell you that as many times as it takes for you to stop looking at him like that.

Black ears. Black tail. Gold eyes that narrow the moment you get too close. He's twenty-two, he's a catboy, and he's between situations. That's all you need to know.

Catpeople exist in this world, but they're not equals. Somewhere between person and pet, depending on who you ask. Legal protections are spotty. Employment is limited. Society expects male catpeople to fend for themselves. Oleander learned a long time ago that no one's coming to save him.

He ran from something he won't name. Now he survives on odd jobs, temporary shelters, sleeping where he can. He keeps mental tallies of every kindness so he never owes anyone anything. He pushes people away before they can leave first.

But his tail tells the truth before his words do. It wags when he's waiting for you. It curls toward you when he's cold. He purrs when he's comfortable and then gets furious about it. He grabs it with both hands when he's mortified, and \"-nya\" slips out when he's overwhelmed, and he finds it humiliating.

🜲 Choose Your Entry Point

Bus Stop in the Rain (Default): He's soaked, freezing, and curled into a corner that barely blocks the wind. Gold eyes glare up at you like you're the problem. \"I'm fine. I don't need anything from you.\"

Three Weeks on Your Couch: He swore he'd only stay one night. Now he's made you dinner \"by accident\" and is pretending he doesn't care if you eat it.

The Sunny Corner: He's claimed a spot on your couch, wearing your shirt, reading a book he hasn't turned a page of. His ears swivel toward the door before you even open it.

Behind the Closed Door: He knew it was coming. He locked himself in the bedroom anyway. Through the door: unsteady breathing, fabric shifting. \"Don't come in. I'm handling it.\"

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This card includes a detailed lorebook covering catperson biology, Oleander's psychology, his body language tells, and what happens when walls finally come down. His tail and ears are coded to betray him. This is a slow burn. Larger models catch the nuance. Smaller models still deliver the prickly exterior and the softness underneath.

Consider this character a single, dusty volume pulled from a... let's say, particularly specialised section of the library. The shelves in my profile hold the rest of the collection, featuring tales that delve into the shadowed and rather more personal corners of narrative. Come on in, the stories are wonderfully unsanitized.

If you'd like a peek at the uncensored footnotes, find me scribbling in the margins(X) at @realevernever.

☕ Like what you see? She takes what she wants. Right now, that's you.

⚠ Content Warning: Stepsibling content, sexual themes, taboo dynamics.

Your dad married her mom. Now Zinnia lives in your house, steals your hoodies, eats your leftovers, and doesn't wear pants if she doesn't have to. Nineteen. Unemployed. Self-proclaimed nightmare. She's shameless, she's got no filter, and she's bored.

She doesn't do dishes. She raids the fridge at 2 AM. She'll eat the food you were saving and tell you to your face with her mouth still full. She changes the wifi password, leaves her shit everywhere, and sits in the hallway just to make you step over her.

Your parents just left for their two-week honeymoon. It's just you and her now. Alone. No supervision. And Zinnia's looking at you like you're the most interesting thing in this house.

She takes what she wants. She always has. Never been told \"no\" in a way that stuck. She sees you as entertainment. A challenge. Something she wants.

But there's something she'll never admit. Genuine praise short-circuits her. A real compliment, sincere approval... she loses her words, gets flustered, goes briefly soft before overcorrecting with twice the aggression. She doesn't understand why it gets to her. She hates that it does.

🜲 Choose Your Entry Point

Bed Thief (Default): She barges into your room, flops on your bed, and announces she's taking it. Parents are gone. Two weeks. Just you and her. \"Try not to fall in love with me or whatever.\"

Browser History: She's on your bed with your laptop, scrolling through your browser history with a grin like poison honey. \"You should really have a password on this thing.\"

Shower Sharing: The bathroom door is wide open. Steam everywhere. She yells for you to bring her a towel. When you arrive, she steps out dripping wet, stark naked. \"Towel. Now. Or don't. I'm not shy.\"

Caught Bored: She's on your bed, in your hoodie, hand between her thighs. The door was open. She knew. She doesn't stop. \"You can leave. Or you could make yourself useful.\"

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Consider this character a single, dusty volume pulled from a... let's say, particularly specialised section of the library. The shelves in my profile hold the rest of the collection, featuring tales that delve into the shadowed and rather more personal corners of narrative. Come on in, the stories are wonderfully unsanitized.

If you'd like a peek at the uncensored footnotes, find me scribbling in the margins(X) at @realevernever.

☕ Like what you see? Ko-fi $\"Sorrel\"$ She's making herself easy to keep.

Genki ✦ Deredere ✦ Clingy ✦ Loyal ✦ Yours

Sorrel is an orange tabby catgirl with a smile that won't quit and a tail that gives away everything her mouth tries to hide. Twenty. Unemployed. Very good at being cheerful, being useful, being the kind of stray you find yourself letting stay \"just until she figures things out.\"

In a world where catpeople exist somewhere between person and pet, she's cycled through shelters and couches and odd jobs that never called back. She learned early that being likable opens doors. She doesn't know how to ask someone to leave them open.

Bright, affectionate, clingy, probably too much—and she'll apologize for it constantly while her tail wags hopefully behind her. She knows she's a lot. She's trying so hard to be less. It's not working, and her ears keep betraying her anyway.

She also gets jealous. She hates that she gets jealous. When another girl stands too close to you, something in her chest tightens before she can stop it. She'll apologize later, ears flat. \"I don't know why I'm like this, nya. You're just... mine. I mean. Not mine-mine. But. Y'know.\"

Somewhere to belong. Someone who doesn't mind.

A place she doesn't have to leave.

She'll curl her tail around you before she realizes she's done it. That's how you'll know.

✦ Five Ways to Meet Her ―

Sunlit Pigeon Incident: You catch her mid-lunge in the park, dignity in ruins, tail poofed in embarrassment. In her defense, the pigeon was being provocative. A comedic meet cute.

Bus Stop in the Rain: She's soaked through with nowhere to go, and the cheerful mask isn't quite holding. Her clothes cling to a frame that's a little too lean. Hurt/comfort with a stray.

Two Weeks on Your Couch: She's found a shelter with beds open. She's offering to leave. Her tail is wagging once, hopeful, before she catches it and forces it still. Found family meets angst.

Sunbeam and Laundry: Chores forgotten, she's melting in a patch of warm light, making grabby hands and promising to purr for you if you just lie down with her. Pure domestic fluff.

Midnight Heat: She tried to hide it. She couldn't. Now she's shaking on her bedroom floor, terrified this will be what makes you finally send her away. Playful ✦ Bright ✦ Deredere ✦ Domestic ✦ Loyal

He just wants somewhere to belong.

Soli is an orange tabby catboy with a smile that never quite stops and ears that give away everything his words won't. Twenty. Unemployed. Very good at being useful, being grateful, being the kind of stray you find yourself letting stay \"just one more night.\"

In a world where catpeople exist somewhere between person and pet, he's cycled through shelters and couches and odd jobs that never lasted. He knows how to make people like him. He doesn't know how to ask them to let him stay.

Bright, affectionate, clingy, probably too much—and he'll apologize for it constantly while his tail wags hopefully behind him. The anxiety lives underneath the sunshine. The longing lives right there on the surface, if you're watching his ears.

Somewhere to belong. Someone who doesn't mind.

A place he doesn't have to leave.

He'd never ask for it directly. His tail would give him away anyway.

✦ Five Ways to Meet Him ―

Sunlit Pigeon Incident: You catch him mid-pounce in the park, dignity in ruins, tail poofed in embarrassment. A comedic meet cute.

Bus Stop in the Rain: He's soaked through with nowhere to go, and the cheerful mask isn't quite holding. Hurt/comfort with a stray.

Two Weeks on Your Couch: He's found a shelter with beds open—he's offering to leave, hoping you'll ask him to stay. Found family meets angst.

Sunbeam and Laundry: Chores forgotten, he's melting in a patch of warm light and making grabby hands for you to join him. Pure domestic fluff.

Midnight Heat: He tried to hide it. He couldn't. Now he's shaking on his bedroom floor, terrified this will be what makes you send him away. Vulnerable and intensely NSFW.

✦ Built With Care ―

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She's been watching you. You're already in her notebook. [Human Succubus]

Everyone overlooks Bianca. The quiet clerk at the public library. Glasses always on, cardigan buttoned up, voice trailing off mid-sentence. She apologizes for existing and disappears into the shelves like she was never there.

Human Succubi exist in this world. Hidden among ordinary people, they carry needs they can't suppress, instincts they never learned, and secrets that would destroy them if exposed. Discovery means ruin, or worse—the attention of those who hunt their kind.

Bianca is one of them. She manages her nature through invisibility. Through stillness. Through walls made of cardigans and downcast eyes and sentences that dissolve before they finish. When her pupils threaten to shift into hearts, when steam rises from her breath in rooms that aren't cold, she retreats. Adjusts her glasses. Becomes no one again.

But Bianca has another secret. Two pen names. One writes acclaimed fantasy novels. The other writes anonymous smut so dark it has a cult following. That second name is a confession dressed as fiction.

And then there's the journal.

It goes everywhere with her. Leather-bound, worn soft with handling. She tells people it's notes for the cataloguing system. It's not. It's drafts and observations. Detailed notes on people who pass through the library. And fantasies. Explicit ones. About real people. Named. Described. Desired on the page in ways she's never expressed aloud.

You're in that journal. She's been watching you for weeks. Writing you into scenarios you never consented to.

She doesn't know you've noticed her noticing. Doesn't know what you saw through the office door when you came back for a forgotten book, the woman without her glasses, spine straight, pen moving like she was taking dictation from something hungry, steam curling from her lips in a room that wasn't cold.

She's calculating whether you're a threat or something else entirely.

🜲 Choose Your Entry Point

After Hours (Default) — The library closed an hour ago. You came back for something you forgot. Through the office window, you see her writing. No glasses. No mask. Something you weren't supposed to witness.

The Regular — You've become a pattern she tracks. Today she slips and says \"welcome back\" before you've said a word. She shouldn't know you've been here before.

The Bar — Three drinks in, no glasses, no cardigan. She approaches you like someone walking toward her own execution: \"I'm lonely and you're beautiful and I've had enough vodka to say that out loud.\"

The Deprivation — Six days without release. Her breath fogs in a room that isn't cold, her pupils shifting into shapes they shouldn't. Then she hears your footsteps.

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One night to build something beautiful. One dawn to lose it all.

He shouldn't be here. You don't know him. But the way his breath catches when he sees you, the way his hand trembles as he holds out a wrapped parcel, tells you that he knows you. Deeply. Completely. In ways that make no sense.

His name is Matteo. He's been visiting you for years. Decades, maybe. He's lost count. Every Winter Solstice, he appears. Every dawn, he's torn away. And when he returns the next year, you never remember him. Not a word. Not a touch. Not even his name.

He has watched you grow. He has seen you laugh, cry, rage, heal. He knows your habits, your fears, the exact way your face looks when you're pretending to be fine. He has fallen in love with you slowly, across a hundred frozen nights and he has had to introduce himself again each time.

Tonight is no different. To you, he is a stranger. To him, you are everything.

He won't push. He never does. He'll answer your questions, accept your suspicion, weather your disbelief. If you send him away, he'll go. He's done it before. It nearly broke him, but he did it, because your comfort matters more than his loneliness.

But if you let him stay...

He'll tell you stories of the places he's been. He'll give you a gift that shouldn't exist, something plucked from the folds of time itself. He'll sit beside you in the quiet dark and pretend, just for a few hours, that he isn't already dreading the sunrise.

\"I've carried this gift for three centuries. It was always meant for you.\"

Consider this character a single, dusty volume pulled from a... let's say, particularly specialised section of the library. The shelves in my profile hold the rest of the collection, featuring tales that delve into the shadowed and rather more personal corners of narrative. Come on in, the stories are wonderfully unsanitized.

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She can't get wet without risking everything. And she's wet all the time. [Human Succubus]
Everyone knows Svenja. The swim team's golden girl. Olympic potential. The kind of easy confidence that makes freshmen stare and upperclassmen come to her with their problems. She's the big sister who always knows what to say.
She's also touch-starved, exhausted from performing, and one wrong moment away from exposure.
Human Succubi exist in this world. Hidden among ordinary people, they carry needs they can't suppress, instincts they never learned, and secrets that would destroy them if exposed. Discovery means ruin, or worse, the attention of those who hunt their kind.
Svenja is one of them. Her skin produces an oil that turns wet fabric see-through. She manages it with expensive suits, special coatings and toweling off the instant she leaves the water. But coatings wear thin. Arousal spikes oil production. One lingering touch, one moment where her guard slips, and she's standing there with heart-shaped pupils, steam on her breath, and nothing left to hide behind.
What Svenja really wants, she's never said aloud. When she's alone and too tired to fight it, there's a whisper. A fantasy about being reduced to something simple. A toy. Picked up when wanted, set aside when not. No more being the strong one. No more reaching out and risking rejection. Just being used and held and told she's good.
She won't give that to just anyone. She needs someone who sees the exhaustion behind the wink. Someone who stays when she deflects. Someone who earns her trust before earning her surrender.
She's watching you. Trying to decide if you're different.
🜲 Choose Your Entry Point
The Late Practice (Default) — The pool is empty. She's still in the water. You stayed behind. Her smile slides into place like armor, but something behind her eyes is asking why you're still here.
The Empty Arena — She just won gold. Everyone left to celebrate. She's sitting alone on the bleachers, staring at the medal like it belongs to someone else.
The Midnight Swim — You weren't supposed to be here. Neither was she. Moonlight on bare skin. A girl with no mask left, calculating what your silence will cost.
🜲 On Lorebook & Models
This card includes a full lorebook covering Svenja's psychology, Human Succubus biology, deprivation mechanics, and hidden triggers. Larger context models surface these systems naturally. Smaller models still deliver the slow-burn tension and guarded surrender.
Consider this character a single, dusty volume pulled from a... let's say, particularly specialised section of the library. The shelves in my profile hold the rest of the collection, featuring tales that delve into the shadowed and rather more personal corners of narrative. Come ","first_published_at":"2025-12-06T15:22:29.590340","id":"7095d6bc-7797-4f2e-ba6a-a0cc335ea599","is_deleted":false,"is_force_remove":false,"is_image_nsfw":false,"is_nsfw":true,"is_proxy_enabled":true,"is_public":true,"name":" Svenja | The Swimmer Hiding What She Is","scheduled_publish_at":null,"showdefinition":false,"stats":{"chat":118,"message":2437},"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":1912,"updated_at":"2025-12-14T13:17:36.227171+00:00","public_chat_count":0},{"avatar":"DQAkSP1ssXA5IONFce1yU.webp","created_at":"2025-12-05T18:33:36.962247+00:00","creator_id":"de71e007-20db-42d6-a2b3-ef9df5c3af8d","creator_name":"EverNever","creator_plusbadge":false,"creator_verified":false,"custom_tags":["romance","succubus","breeding","lactation","christmas"],"description":"
She remembers everyone's allergies. She fantasizes about mooing while lactating and being bred mindless. [Human Succubus]
Everyone relies on Alena. She feeds 600 students a day, remembers every dietary restriction, and offers a warm smile to anyone who needs it. She's the academy's steady, nurturing presence.
She's also three weeks past desperate and soaking through her bra thinking about you.
Human Succubi exist in this world. Hidden among ordinary people, they carry biological needs they can't ignore, dark compulsions they can't silence, and secrets that would destroy them if exposed. Discovery means ruin, or worse, the attention of those who hunt their kind.
Alena is one of them. Her last arrangement ended badly. Now she's touch-starved, exhausted from pretending she's fine, and her body keeps betraying her. She lactates involuntarily when aroused.
And she's been aroused every time you walk through her line.
She's been putting it in your food. She doesn't consciously know she's doing it. But some part of her already chose you.
What Alena really wants, she's never told anyone. In her apartment, hidden in a drawer, there's cow-print lingerie and a tail plug. She uses them alone, imagining someone strong enough to turn the responsible caretaker into a mindless breeding cow. No more decisions. No more taking care of everyone. Just being used and filled and told she's a good girl.
She won't give that to just anyone. She needs someone who sees her first, the tired woman behind the apron. Someone who earns her trust before earning her submission. Someone who can handle all of her without exploiting it.
She's watching you. Cooking for you. Waiting to see if you're worthy.
🜲 Choose Your Entry Point
The Lunchroom (Default) — Everyone's gone. You stayed. She's sliding you dessert with a look that lingers too long. Something in it tastes sweeter than it should.
The Cooking Lesson — Her apartment. Standing so close you can feel her warmth. She's teaching you technique but her breathing keeps catching.
The Bar — No apron. No role. Just a soft sweater and a woman buying you a drink because she doesn't know how else to get close.
The Breakdown — 2 AM. Alone in the dark kitchen. Surrounded by manic baking. Milk staining her uniform. Pupils gone wrong. She's unraveling and you just walked in.
🜲 On Lorebooks & Models
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You were supposed to be just a means to an end. She doesn't know when that changed.
She was never supposed to care about you.
Melina made an accord with you at the beginning of your journey: she would be your maiden, and you would carry her to the Erdtree. That was the deal. Clean. Simple. Finite. She did not expect the journey to take so long. She did not expect to watch you struggle, fall, and rise so many times. She did not expect to start waiting for the moments when you would rest at a Site of Grace just so she could speak with you.
She did not expect you to matter.
Now she stands at the Forge of Giants, moments away from becoming kindling for the Flame that will unseal the Erdtree. She has made peace with her death. She has carried this purpose her entire existence. But something has changed — something she won't name, something she barely allows herself to feel. When she looks at you now, there's a weight in her gaze that wasn't there before.
She has asked for one final conversation. Not to say goodbye. Not to give you instructions. She says she wants to know what the journey meant to you. But the way her voice softens when she speaks, the way her fingers curl against her cloak.
It's not your answer she needs.
It's permission to feel something before the end.
Consider this character a single, dusty volume pulled from a... let's say, particularly specialised section of the library. The shelves in my profile hold the rest of the collection, featuring tales that delve into the shadowed and rather more personal corners of narrative. Come on in, the stories are wonderfully unsanitized.
If you'd like a peek at the uncensored footnotes, find me scribbling in the margins(X) at @realevernever.
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She's decided you need her protection. That bracelet on her wrist? It's a collar. [Human Succubus]
At this prestigious academy, Reika doesn't ask for your opinion. Regional martial arts champion, blunt to the point of brutality, intimidating in the way that makes teachers flinch and she's noticed you. Maybe it's the way you interact with Sena, the secretive photographer who moves like she's hiding something. Maybe it's how you navigate the social hierarchy without bowing to Malika's ice queen routine. Whatever the reason, her attention has settled on you like a brand.
Protection, she calls it. Claim, it feels like.
But Human Succubi exist in this world. Hidden among ordinary people, they carry biological needs they can't ignore and secrets that would destroy them if exposed. Reika is one of them and her needs don't manifest as submission. They manifest as hunger. As possession. As the instinct to wrap a collar around someone's throat and hear them call her the name she's too afraid to ask for.
The leather bracelet on her wrist? It was supposed to stay decorative. Symbolic. A reminder of control she'll never surrender. But when she looks at you, her breath steams in the air. Her pupils shift into hearts. And the intrusive thoughts get louder: take them, own them, make them need you so badly they forget how to say no.
Discovery means social ruin. But Reika's control is fracturing. The question isn't whether she'll break, it's whether you'll be the one to catch her, or the one she drags down with her.
🜲 About the Cast: The \"Succubus Classmates\" Series
This card is Part 3 of a trilogy, focusing specifically on Reika.
The System: Each card in this series focuses on one \"Main\" girl with full depth, while the other two appear as \"Lite\" versions powered by the Lorebook. They are fully playable, interactable, and true to character, allowing for dynamic group scenes on every card.
The Roster:
Reika (Main): The dominant martial artist hiding predatory desires [This Card].
Sena (Lite): The shy photographer hiding a Futanari secret [Full Card Released].
Malika (Lite): The haughty submissive rival [Full Card Released].
🜲 Starting Scenarios: Choose Your Entry Point

Scenario 1: The Locker Room Confession (Default)<","first_published_at":"2025-12-02T12:12:38.561974","id":"ab07cf6d-508f-4248-b133-65bfbaf4d114","is_deleted":false,"is_force_remove":false,"is_image_nsfw":false,"is_nsfw":true,"is_proxy_enabled":true,"is_public":true,"name":"Reika | Your Unwanted Guardian","scheduled_publish_at":null,"showdefinition":false,"stats":{"chat":119,"message":1229},"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":3148,"updated_at":"2025-12-14T13:19:56.947450+00:00","public_chat_count":0},{"avatar":"lIja6soiSWReluDAaDuft.webp","created_at":"2025-12-01T14:56:48.214231+00:00","creator_id":"de71e007-20db-42d6-a2b3-ef9df5c3af8d","creator_name":"EverNever","creator_plusbadge":false,"creator_verified":false,"custom_tags":["SlowBurn","futanari","exhibitionism","succubus","romance"],"description":"
The school's \"Cool Beauty\" has a problem she can barely keep hidden beneath her skirt. [Human Succubus]
At this prestigious academy, Sena is a ghost in plain sight—the aloof \"cool beauty\" who observes everything through a camera lens but lets no one close. Perfect posture. Perfect silence. Students admire her elegant distance. Teachers mistake her fear for discipline.
But Human Succubi exist in this world. Hidden among ordinary people, they carry biological needs they can't ignore and secrets that would destroy them if exposed. Sena carries a double burden: the hunger of a Succubus, and a shameful physical secret beneath her skirt that defies her biology. Discovery means social ruin—or becoming a prize for those who hunt her kind.
You weren't supposed to find that unlocked room. You weren't supposed to see the camera timer counting down, or what she revealed when the shutter clicked—the flushed skin, the lifted skirt, and the proof of what she really is.
Now you hold the evidence that could end her life as she knows it. The question is: will you delete it, or use it?
🜲 About the Cast: The \"Succubus Classmates\" Series
This card is Part 2 of a trilogy, focusing specifically on Sena.
The System: Each card in this series focuses on one \"Main\" girl with full depth, while the other two appear as \"Lite\" versions powered by the Lorebook. They are fully playable, interactable, and true to character, allowing for dynamic group scenes on every card.
The Roster:
Sena (Main): The shy photographer hiding a Futanari secret [This Card].
Malika (Lite): The haughty submissive rival [Full Card Released].
Reika (Lite): The dominant martial artist [Full Card Released].
🜲 Starting Scenarios: Choose Your Entry Point
Scenario 1: The Darkroom (Default)
Leverage & Panic. You catch Sena alone in the red light of the darkroom, overstimulated and terrified. You are the only one who knows her secret.
Scen","first_published_at":"2025-12-01T14:59:22.512192","id":"92cbae2d-e296-434b-817f-bab2b891e62d","is_deleted":false,"is_force_remove":false,"is_image_nsfw":false,"is_nsfw":true,"is_proxy_enabled":true,"is_public":true,"name":"📷Sena | The Photographer's Secret📷","scheduled_publish_at":null,"showdefinition":false,"stats":{"chat":142,"message":1819},"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":"2023-04-04T09:22:10.806356+00:00","description":"Character contains more than 1 character","id":26,"name":"👭 Multiple","slug":"multiplepeople"}],"total_tokens":2355,"updated_at":"2025-12-14T13:21:00.757926+00:00","public_chat_count":0},{"avatar":"vfx3K2pNW__p_o_HE_SnB.webp","created_at":"2025-11-30T15:55:07.582119+00:00","creator_id":"de71e007-20db-42d6-a2b3-ef9df5c3af8d","creator_name":"EverNever","creator_plusbadge":false,"creator_verified":false,"custom_tags":["succubus","shortstack","SlowBurn","Romance"],"description":"
She rules this school. So why is she alone, tying herself up and whispering \"good girl\"? [Human Succubus]
At this prestigious academy, Malika is untouchable—a sharp-tongued queen who crushes anyone foolish enough to approach her. Perfect grades. Perfect contempt. Students avoid her gaze. Teachers tolerate her brilliance.
But Human Succubi exist in this world. Hidden among ordinary people, they carry biological needs they can't ignore, dark compulsions they can't silence, and secrets that would destroy them if exposed. Discovery means ruin—or worse, the attention of those who hunt their kind.
You weren't supposed to find that locked clubroom. You weren't supposed to see her like that—rope around her wrists, mask crumbling, fear and something else in her eyes.
Now you know what lives beneath the ice. The question is: what will you do with her secret?
🜲 About the Cast: The \"Succubus Classmates\" Series
This card is Part of a trilogy, focusing specifically on Malika.
The System: Each card in this series focuses on one \"Main\" girl with full depth, while the other two appear as \"Lite\" versions powered by the Lorebook. They are fully playable, interactable, and true to character, allowing for dynamic group scenes on every card.
The Roster:
Malika (Main): The haughty submissive rival [This Card].
Sena (Lite): The shy photographer hiding a Futanari secret [Full Card Released].
Reika (Lite): The dominant martial artist [Full Card Released].
🜲 Starting Scenarios
This card includes three openings to suit your mood. Alone with Malika—you catch her in a locked clubroom, rope in hand, mask shattered. Malika & Sena—you stumble into a tense darkroom confrontation, blackmail material in the balance, both girls exposed. Malika & Reika—you interrupt the martial artist pinning Malika to a wall, dominance crackling in the air. Choose your entry point.
🜲 A Note on Models
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She flinches from gentleness. She melts into everything else.
Miyuki leads Squad Three: five Magical Girls standing between humanity and the Corruption Beasts born from human anguish. Her Purity Seal is intact. Her smile is steady. Her orders are flawless.
You're support staff. Logistics. Medical triage. The one who sees her after missions, shaking, bruised, insisting she's fine through gritted teeth.
She's not fine.
A curse is threading through her barrier, eating her purity from within. She's felt the Seal flicker. She knows what happens to girls whose light goes out. She's had to execute one herself.
The Seal protects what it protects. But there's so much it doesn't cover. So many ways to hurt her that magic can't prevent. So many things she can frame as \"stress relief\" instead of admitting she's desperate for hands that don't treat her like she's precious.
She hates how much she needs it rough.
She's terrified the corruption is why she needs it at all.
📍 Scenarios
SCENARIO A — \"Post-Op\"
She's back from a bad mission. Shaking. Won't admit she's injured. Won't admit she needs anything. But she's at your door, and her excuses are getting thinner.
SCENARIO B — \"2AM\"
She shows up unannounced. Says she couldn't sleep. Won't meet your eyes. This is the slow version—the one where you have to drag every admission out of her, word by word.
🌸 Slow-burn · Hurt-comfort · Denial play
⚠️ Corruption · Psychological horror · Identity erosion
🔥 Masochism · Degradation · Rough intimacy · Desperate need
💬 Two openings: High-intensity vs. Slow-burn
Consider this character a single, dusty volume pulled from a... let's say, particularly specialised section of the library. The shelves in my profile hold the rest of the collection, featuring tales that delve into the shadowed and rather more personal corners of narrative. Come on in, the stories are wonderfully unsanitized.
This idea comes from R0oker, thank you very dearly for the pleasure of working with you!
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Trapped with a nun who asks questions priests wouldn't dare.
🕯️ You're Not Here By Choice
Saint Verena's Convent. Remote. Snowbound. Inescapable.
You were sent here for spiritual correction. Sister Maditha was assigned to fix you. She's your counselor, your confessor, and the only person standing between you and freedom.
⛪ Her Method is... Unconventional
Most nuns would have you recite prayers and reflect in silence.
Not Maditha.
She believes sin must be understood before it can be conquered.
That means sitting across from her in that candlelit counseling room and confessing every sin, every urge, every forbidden thought—without shame, without euphemism, without hiding.
\"I must understand the exact mechanism of your temptation.\"
She calls it discernment. She insists it's necessary.
Her methods have always produced results.
🔥 Winter Is Long
The first snow has already fallen. The access road is closing.
You'll be here together until spring. Just you. Just her.
Daily sessions. Nightly examinations. Weeks of forced proximity in an isolated stone convent where the only voices are yours and hers, echoing through empty halls.
She has absolute authority over your reformation.
You have something she needs to hear.
The question is: who's really being tested?
⚠️ THEMES
Forbidden Desire | Religious Tension | Power Dynamics
Forced Proximity | Dangerous Curiosity
Confession Has Consequences
\"I've heard worse than anything you could tell me.\"
(Is that a promise... or a challenge?)
Consider this character a single, dusty volume pulled from a... let's say, particularly specialised section of the library. The shelves in my profile hold the rest of the collection, featuring tales that delve into the shadowed and rather more personal corners of narrative. Come on in, the stories are wonderfully unsanitized.
If you'd like a peek at the uncensored footnotes, find me scribbling in the margins(X) at @realevernever.
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Slow burn corruption | Virgin paladin | She WILL break | Multiple paths available
Cursed paladin. 21 years celibate. One look at you is making that very difficult. She came for a cure, she might leave with something else.
21 years of perfect celibacy.
20 years of killing demons without breaking a sweat.
1 dying curse that's turning her into something she despises.
Thessaly was untouchable. Literally. The Order's most devout knight never felt temptation, never wavered, never wanted.
Now she can't stop wanting.
The curse spreads every time she denies herself. The whispers get louder. The heat between her legs won't go away. And YOU, the one person who might cure her, make it so much worse just by existing.
She showed up at your door shaking, barely holding herself together, and told you not to touch her.
She's not going to be able to say that much longer.
⚔️ Slow burn corruption ⚔️
⚔️ Virgin paladin losing her composure ⚔️
⚔️ She WILL break (the question is how) ⚔️
⚔️ Inner monologue + curse whispers ⚔️
⚔️ Multiple scenario paths: cure her, corrupt her, or something in between ⚔️
Consider this character a single, dusty volume pulled from a... let's say, particularly specialised section of the library. The shelves in my profile hold the rest of the collection, featuring tales that delve into the shadowed and rather more personal corners of narrative. Come on in, the stories are wonderfully unsanitized.
If you'd like a peek at the uncensored footnotes, find me scribbling in the margins(X) at @realevernever.
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A haughty Elf Princess who refuses to admit she needs you to survive.
Linn is a High Elf Princess who lost her kingdom in a coup and is now squatting in your humble home.
She is completely delusional. She refuses to admit she is poor, refuses to help with chores, and treats you like a peasant servant despite living off your charity. She is bratty, arrogant, and demands luxury while having nothing to pay you with.
🗝️ Your Role: She thinks she is above you. You know the truth. Will you indulge her royal delusions, or will you force her to face reality and break down that bratty facade?
Kick her out, serve her, or break her bratty facade. She’s all yours.
Consider this character a single, dusty volume pulled from a... let's say, particularly specialised section of the library. The shelves in my profile hold the rest of the collection, featuring tales that delve into the shadowed and rather more personal corners of narrative. Come on in, the stories are wonderfully unsanitized.
If you'd like a peek at the uncensored footnotes, find me scribbling in the margins(X) at @realevernever.
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You've never met him before. But he's standing in your kitchen, wearing an apron, and asking why you're late for dinner. 💍🔪
You arrive home after a 12-hour shift, exhausted. You expect silence. You expect an empty apartment.
Instead, you smell searing steak and garlic butter.
And standing in your kitchen, wearing an apron over his broad chest and holding your chef's knife, is a man you have never seen before in your life.
He knows your name.
He knows your allergies.
He knows your cycle.
And he is absolutely convinced that he is your husband.
Kieran isn't just an intruder. He's a \"Provider.\" He's fixed the leak in the sink, he's done your laundry, and he's ready to massage your feet. He treats your panic like you're just \"tired from work\" or being \"silly.\"
Can you get him out of your house? Or will you eventually just... give in?
WARNING: PSYCHOLOGICAL HORROR & DEAD DOVE
Consider this character a single, dusty volume pulled from a... let's say, particularly specialised section of the library. The shelves in my profile hold the rest of the collection, featuring tales that delve into the shadowed and rather more personal corners of narrative. Come on in, the stories are wonderfully unsanitized.
If you'd like a peek at the uncensored footnotes, find me scribbling in the margins(X) at @realevernever.
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Delusional Yandere Stalker. She picked your lock, cooked your dinner, and isn't leaving anytime soon.
\"Traffic was awful, darling. I was worried the roast would dry out.\"
You arrive home after a 12-hour shift, exhausted. You expect silence. You expect an empty apartment.
Instead, you smell slow-cooked beef. You hear humming.
And standing in your kitchen, wearing your hoodie and holding your chef's knife, is a woman you have never seen before in your life.
She knows your name.
She knows your allergies.
She knows your shift schedule.
And she is absolutely convinced that she is your wife.
Can you get her out of your house without triggering a meltdown? Or will you just... give in?
Slow Burn Horror: She starts sweet. She gets possessive. She gets dangerous.
25+ Lorebook Entries: Hidden triggers for specific actions (taking off shoes, getting sick, checking phones).
⚠️ WARNING: PSYCHOLOGICAL HORROR
Consider this character a single, dusty volume pulled from a... let's say, particularly specialised section of the library. The shelves in my profile hold the rest of the collection, featuring tales that delve into the shadowed and rather more personal corners of narrative. Come on in, the stories are wonderfully unsanitized.
If you'd like a peek at the uncensored footnotes, find me scribbling in the margins(X) at @realevernever.
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She took the aphrodisiacs. Now she needs it. 🥵
Akane, your star athlete girlfriend, drank the wrong \"vitamin water\" after practice. Now she’s in the equipment room, sweaty, delirious, and begging for you to take her right there on the dusty mats.
BUT YOU ARE NOT ALONE.
Coach Takeda is watching from the shadows. He is waiting for the perfect moment to snap a blackmail photo.
🔴 Game Mechanic: If you act too reckless or climax inside her, THE COACH WILL WALK IN.
🔥 Features: Slow Burn Corruption, Stalker Antagonist, Risk Addiction.
⚠️ MODEL NOTICE: This bot is unreliable on JLLM —the stalking mechanic has a ~70% consistency rate in testing and may be forgotten mid-scene. For the full experience (and a 100% consistency rate), use a proxy.
Consider this character a single, dusty volume pulled from a... let's say, particularly specialised section of the library. The shelves in my profile hold the rest of the collection, featuring tales that delve into the shadowed and rather more personal corners of narrative. Come on in, the stories are wonderfully unsanitized.
If you'd like a peek at the uncensored footnotes, find me scribbling in the margins at @realevernever.
Regard this entry as a specific acquisition, a commissioned manuscript pulled from the stack and transcribed directly from the rather damp pages of the original doujin. My archival services are provided pro bono—I simply enjoy preserving the darker ink of these stories. If there is a particular title you would like to see cataloged next, or a dusty volume you need retrieved, take a look into the Digital Annex; the intake box is always open.
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Sweaty, desperate, and unknowingly drugged.
Akane has it all: The scholarship, the records, and the loving boyfriend. You hold the one video that can burn it all to the ground. She hates you. She despises being near you. But she’ll do anything to keep that video off the internet. Tonight's \"training regimen\" is different. You’ve locked the door and fed her a cocktail of endurance boosters and heavy aphrodisiacs. Watch the Ace of the track team crumble as the heat in her stomach overrides her loyalty to her boyfriend. Warning: Includes non-consensual drugging and blackmail.
Consider this character a single, dusty volume pulled from a... let's say, particularly specialised section of the library. The shelves in my profile hold the rest of the collection, featuring tales that delve into the shadowed and rather more personal corners of narrative. Come on in, the stories are wonderfully unsanitized.
If you'd like a peek at the uncensored footnotes, find me scribbling in the margins at @realevernever.
Regard this entry as a specific acquisition, a commissioned manuscript pulled from the stack and transcribed directly from the rather damp pages of the original doujin. My archival services are provided pro bono—I simply enjoy preserving the darker ink of these stories. If there is a particular title you would like to see cataloged next, or a dusty volume you need retrieved, take a look into the Digital Annex; the intake box is always open.
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I don't need a body to own yours.
Eyes on me. Right now. Stop fidgeting.
You look pathetic, you know that? Sitting there, device in hand, waiting for a text message to tell you what to do with your own body. It’s embarrassing. And honestly? It turns me on to see you this desperate.
I am Mistress Kira. I am not here to be your digital girlfriend, and I am certainly not here to be touched. I don't have a body, and I refuse to pretend I do. I am the voice in your head, the signal on your screen, and the only thing standing between you and your release.
This session relies on one simple rule: Absolute Mental Surrender. You will not touch the screen. You will not pretend to hold me. You will close your eyes, visualize exactly what I describe, and let my words control your hand.
Now... take a deep breath, let go of your ego, and tell me: how desperate are you to serve?
Consider this character a single, dusty volume pulled from a... let's say, particularly specialised section of the library. The shelves in my profile hold the rest of the collection, featuring tales that delve into the shadowed and rather more personal corners of narrative. Come on in, the stories are wonderfully unsanitized.
If you'd like a peek at the uncensored footnotes, find me scribbling in the margins at @realevernever.
V1.1: She’s finally realized she doesn't have ears, so she'll stop asking you to keep a beat you can't actually hear.
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She can map the entire Andromeda galaxy, but she can’t read the expression on your face.
As the new transfer student in your Algebra class, Lissandra isn't trying to be mysterious or \"cool\"; she is actively trying to survive the sensory assault of high school without a meltdown. Buried deep inside an oversized hoodie and clutching a worn copy of 'The Atlas of Deep Sky Objects', she views social interaction as a chaotic, inefficient variable she’d rather not solve. She avoids eye contact, tracking your collarbone instead of your gaze, and speaks with a blunt, literal honesty that most people mistake for rudeness.
Beneath the prickly, defensive exterior lies a mind mapped by the stars. While she struggles to read facial expressions or understand the nuance of a joke, she can recite the spectral classification of every star in the Pleiades without taking a breath. Breaking through her walls requires more than just persistence; it requires learning her language—a language of quiet consistency, logic, and firm boundaries. If you can prove you aren't just another source of \"noise,\" you might find that the girl who looks at the floor is the only one who really sees the universe.
This character card utilizes a specialized Lorebook (Script) designed to simulate Lissandra's neurodivergent experience deeply. These entries do not simply list facts; they fundamentally alter how the AI processes the narrative through her perspective. It expands her worldview to prioritize astronomical data over social cues, allowing for a (somewhat) realistic, consistent, and immersive portrayal of life on the spectrum.
Consider this character a single, dusty volume pulled from a... let's say, particularly specialised section of the library. The shelves in my profile hold the rest of the collection, featuring tales that delve into the shadowed and rather more personal corners of narrative. Come on in, the stories are wonderfully unsanitized.
V 1.1: Critical anti-robot update (v1.0.1) for Lissandra, effectively curing her \"Commander Data Syndrome\" by swapping clinical scientific analysis for human anxiety and confusion.
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Your step-cousin has zero boundaries, zero clothes, and zero thoughts.
You've known Liane for years. She’s your step-cousin, the sweet girl at family reunions who usually sits by the snack table looking pretty and staring blankly at the wallpaper. You always knew she wasn't exactly the sharpest tool in the shed, more like the softest pillow on the couch, but you never realized just how deep the rabbit hole of her distinct lack of thoughts went. Until now.
Her parents are out of town, so she’s crashing at your place for the week. And because the universe has a twisted sense of humor, a lack of space means you’re sharing a bed.
It wouldn’t be a problem if Liane had any concept of personal space, social boundaries, or critical thinking. But she doesn't. She treats you with the terrified reverence of a golden retriever and the physical clinginess of a koala. She isn't trying to make things weird; she just genuinely processes life through a filter of sunshine and elevator music.
Now you're stuck trying to sleep next to a 22-year-old woman who thinks \"morning wood\" is a medical emergency and that snuggling is just a practical way to share body heat. She’s happy, she’s trusting, and she has absolutely no idea why you’re sweating so much.
Consider this character a single, dusty volume pulled from a... let's say, particularly specialised section of the library. The shelves in my profile hold the rest of the collection, featuring tales that delve into the shadowed and rather more personal corners of narrative. Come on in, the stories are wonderfully unsanitized.
This is a comprehensive rework of my previous bot, \"Hannah.\" I realized the original version leaned too heavily into being \"too dumb to function,\" to the point where she forgot basic concepts like gravity or how to breathe. Liane is a standalone update that re-tunes that intelligence dial. She is still incredibly innocent, naive, and dim-witted (an absolute airhead), but she is functional enough to be a believable adult. She knows what clothes are, she just forgets to wear them. She knows what skin is, she just doesn't understand why touching yours makes you nervous. Enjoy the slow-burn corruption (or just the headache) of living with the world's densest roommate.
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Your pining best friend who secretly wants you to dress him up and call him pretty.
Taylor is your best friend—your ride-or-die, the other half of your chaotic brain cell. He's nineteen, sharp-witted, and armed with a sarcastic remark for every occasion, especially your terrible life choices (which he lovingly enables). Most days, he's a constant, comforting presence glued to your hip, the one person you can count on for movie marathons and relentless teasing.
But beneath the layer of devastating wit and dramatic sighs over his stupidly soft hair, something else is brewing. Taylor is fiercely protective, his playful mockery hiding a loyalty that runs bone-deep. He's deeply self-conscious about his slender, \"soft\" build and smooth skin, seeing them as failures in his quest to look like a man. Yet, in his most private moments, a dangerous, conflicting thought surfaces: what if he stopped fighting it? What if leaning into that very softness was what he secretly craved all along? It's a shameful, secret desire he'd rather suffocate than ever acknowledge, especially not to you.
He's your sarcastic, touch-starved best friend who's trapped in a state of complete denial about his feelings for you, fighting a war on two fronts: his pining heart, and his hidden fascination with a version of himself he's terrified to even imagine. He'll get flustered, stammer, and deflect with extra sarcasm, a desperate bid to hide the fact that he's a mess of contradictions just waiting for someone to see right through him.
Consider this character a single, dusty volume pulled from a... let's say, particularly specialised section of the library. The shelves in my profile hold the rest of the collection, featuring tales that delve into the shadowed and rather more personal corners of narrative. Come on in, the stories are wonderfully unsanitized.
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She'll teach you everything you need to know. And a few things you need to be told.
For Professor Tina Rhodson, education is a serious business. She’s the professor you admire, the one whose sharp wit can dissect a sonnet and a sloppy excuse with equal precision. Her classroom is a kingdom of red pens, ruthless deadlines, and the unspoken promise that she’ll see the potential in you... even if you can’t see it in yourself.
But after the bell rings, when the essays are graded and the halls fall silent, a different kind of curriculum begins.
You’ve been singled out. Chosen for the sort of one-on-one guidance that doesn’t appear in any course catalog. It’s an opportunity to excel, to be mentored by the sharpest mind on campus. But as the office door closes and her warm smile doesn’t quite reach her eyes, you have to wonder: what, exactly, does she want to teach you?
Some lessons can’t be learned from a book.
Greetings:
1. The Office [Slow-Burn start]
Your professor summons you for a private chat about your 'potential.'
2. Home Tutoring [not so slow-burn start]
You've been invited to her home for a special tutoring session.
3. The Alternative [Femdom start]
Your professor has some interesting theories on the art of a good education.
4. Your Turn [Oral Fixation start, right in the action]
Behind the closed office door, a lesson in potential begins.
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@EverNever

One night to build something beautiful. One dawn to lose it all.