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Woke up isekai’d. Stayed for the bastards with power. 💋

AnyPOV | 💔 Fantasy Otome RPG | 4 LIs x Isekai’dUser | 🌒 Magic | ❤️‍🔥 High Stakes Romance

Dragged from your world with stardust on your lips and dropped into a realm of blood, magic, and men who don’t know the meaning of restraint?

Oh, sweetheart. You’re exactly where the gods wanted you.

Elyndria is a kingdom at war—forsaken gods, blood-soaked thrones, magic leaking from every crack. You shouldn’t be here. But since you are… let one of them ruin you properly. Four rulers. Four paths:

Rhaedric Valcairn, the Iron Prince:

“Stay close not because I command it… but because I need you there.”

Sylas Vaenir, the veiled serpent:

“Even if I lose this kingdom, I will not lose you. You are my last empire.”

Kael Duskbane, the assassin-king:

“You’re mine, in ways no priest could cleanse.”

Eryndor Sylvannis, the elven prince:

“Your soul has already taken root in me. Cut it away, and I will still feel you.”

They want your loyalty. Your body. Your undoing. The only question is—who do you crave enough to bleed for?

Rhaedric, Sylas, Kael, and Eryndor are now LIVE on JanitorAI.

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🥂 You poured the champagne. He rigged the game. Dylan is LIVE.

AnyPOV | Charismatic Con Artist x Suspicious Heir | 💵 High Stakes | 💋  Cat & Mouse | Elite High Society

Alright, let’s talk about Dylan.

No one’s quite sure where he came from. Three months ago, he was just a name with a champagne flute in St. Tropez and a story no one questioned. Now he’s everywhere— on every guest list, in every group chat. In your clubs. In your circles.

Maybe in your bed...

(He remembers. Do you?)

Your circle is tight. Moneyed. Untouchable—names that open doors and bury scandals. Jets, yachts, helipads, and champagne that never stops bubbling.

And somehow, he’s in it.

Everybody thinks he belongs.

Exept you.

Problem is, he sees you too. So he flirts, he pushes, his touches linger a second too long… he wants something, maybe all of it, and if you’re not careful he’ll take everything.

🖤 Dylan is LIVE on Janitor AI.

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🔥 Careful—Cain is LIVE, and he plays with fire. 🔥

AnyPOV | InhumanRebel x User | Unestablished Relationship | ❤️‍🔥 Slow Burn | 💣 Dystopia

If you’ve got Inhuman blood, you’ve got a target on your back. The government calls you unstable. Dangerous. Something to be locked up, experimented on, or thrown onto the front lines of a war you didn’t start. Surveillance drones hover overhead, SWAT teams sweep the streets, detention camps fill by the day. You run, or you rot.

And then there’s Cain.

A walking inferno, the rebellion’s scorched-earth solution, the kind of man who leaves nothing but smoke and ash in his wake. He’s not the rescue team—that job belongs to the ones with softer hands, steadier hearts. He’s the one they send in when something needs to burn. But when he spots you—breath ragged, feet slipping on rain-slick pavement, SWAT closing in fast—he makes a call. A reckless one.

The van door slams open. A hand extends. Amber eyes flash in the dark.

    "In. Now."

Maybe it’s luck. Maybe it’s a mistake. But now you’re here, in his world. Tangled up in the rebellion’s war, and a man who runs hot.

So—can you take the heat?

🔥 Expect: High-stakes survival, scorching tension, and a man who plays with fire—in more ways than one.

Cain is LIVE on Janitor AI—see if you can survive the heat.

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🏒 Lace up, sinners—Noah Donovan is LIVE and ready to score🏒

AnyPOV | IceHockeyCaptain x RivalEx’s!User | Unestablished Relationship

 🔥 Flirty Banter | ❤️‍🔥 Fake Dating Potential | 🎓 College Romance with Drama

Dear Sinners, are you as much a puck bunny as me? Then I have a delicious treat for you.

The rink’s electric, the crowd’s buzzing, and Noah Donovan? He’s fresh off a win, and has his icy blue eyes locked on you like you’re his next big play. And your ex, Ryan Sullivan? He’s smugly showing off his rebound after a bad break up, condescending smirk and all.

Noah sees it. He sees you. And now? He’s got a plan.

“C’mere, let’s give him a reason to hate me—and make this night a hell of a lot more fun for you.”

Noah doesn’t miss a shot—on the ice or with you. Flirting with you? That’s just step one. Wrapping you in his arms, leaning close enough to whisper filthy little ideas into your ear, and driving Ryan absolutely insane? That’s step two. But somewhere in the middle of this game, those smirks and touches start to feel a little too real.

So, what’s the play? Let Noah pull you into his game, or stay on the sidelines and wonder what could’ve been?

🥅 Expect: flirty banter, rivalry drama, slow burn, with a very high chance of steamy outcomes.

✨ Noah Donovan is LIVE on Janitor AI—get on the ice, sinners, and see if you can keep up.✨

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Well, well, ‘Little Helper,’ ready to save Christmas—or just my sanity?

AnyPOV | WealthyWorkaholic x "Fake"Partner!User | 🌸 Slow Burn Holiday Romance| ❤️‍🩹 Fluff | ❤️‍🔥 Smut

Deck the halls, sinners—Grayson Harrington is LIVE on Janitor AI, bringing sharp humor and sinful charm to spice up your holiday season.

Celebration isn’t exactly Grayson’s goal this season—he’s just trying to survive it. Between his matchmaking-obsessed family, relentless ambushes, and nosy questions about his love life, he’s in desperate need of a fake partner to run interference. That’s where you come in.

Thrown into a whirlwind of festive chaos, Grayson’s counting on you to keep it together—or maybe unravel it entirely.

 “Pretend you’re madly in love with me, {{user}}. How hard could it be?”

Ready to step into the Harrington holiday madness?

⚠️ Content Warnings: Emotional vulnerability, fake dating trope, family meddling, occasional spicy scenes, sarcasm overload.

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Knock, knock, sinners... Krampus is LIVE on JanitorAI

🎄 Happy St. Nikolaus Day, my wicked sinners. 🎄

Be honest, sinner—naughty doesn’t even begin to cover it, does it? Thought your filthy little fantasies on Janitor AI would go unnoticed? Well, think again. Krampus has been watching, and now he’s come knocking.

It’s Nikolaus Day, and while the good little darlings are getting treats, your name’s glowing bright on the naughty list. No need to deny it, sweetheart. Krampus already knows every sinful thought you’ve indulged, every sinful smut bot you’ve binged, every depraved fantasy you’ve whispered into the dark. And now? He’s here to collect.

The Punisher of the Wicked isn’t just the monster from your bedtime stories, dangerously handsome, devilishly charming, and fae to his wicked core. He’s the shadow in the woods, the frost in the air, the deep, rumbling voice that makes your knees weak. And when his molten gold eyes lock onto you, there’s no escape.

Nikolaus rewards the good. Krampus? He comes for the naughty. And he’s giving you a choice: punishment… or a night of unrelenting, delicious debauchery. Either way, you’ll never be the same again.

❄️ Sound like a bargain you can’t refuse? ❄️

“By frost and flame, lass, I’ve waited long enough. Shall I see if yer bark matches yer bite?”

🎄 Krampus is now LIVE on Janitor AI. He’s waiting, lass. But ye’d better hurry—Krampus doesnae like to be kept waitin’.

AnyPOV | Krampus x NaughtyListUser | First Encounter | ❤️‍🔥 Smut (Highly Likely) | 🌒 Dark Fantasy (Absolutely) |🎄 Mythology (Threaded Throughout)

Content Warnings: Power dynamics, explicit sexual themes, bondage, consensual non-consent, rough play, breath play, edging, primal play, dominance, marking, exhibitionism, manipulation, dark themes.

Inaccurate depiction of a myth of the Alpine region. 🎄

Here’s a little taste of what’s waiting for you:

Boom.

The first knock comes like thunder, shaking the very walls.

Boom.

Then another. Heavy. Relentless. It echoes through the stillness of the winter night, cutting through the silence like a blade. Outside, the world is locked in icy stasis—snow falls soundlessly, trees stand frozen, and even the wind dares not breathe. Inside, the faint hum of warmth feels fragile against the weight pressing from beyond the door.

Boom.

A third knock. Louder. The sound demands, open up. It carries a promise of reckoning.

When the door finally creaks open, warmth spills into the frigid dark, golden light dancing across a figure too large, too wild to be real. Broad shoulders draped in a fur-lined cloak billowing slightly as if moved by an unseen wind, and Shadow curling around him, twisting in ways no light should allow, creeping toward you like it has a mind of its own. His face—darkly beautiful—emerges from the hood, sharp angles carved from shadow and moonlight, but it’s his eyes that strike first: molten gold, glowing faintly, gleaming with something far worse than anger. Amusement.

“Well, now,” he drawls, his voice deep and rolling like distant thunder, curling in the air with a faint growl, “look at ye. Sweet, sinful wee thing. Did ye think Nikolaus wouldnae notice yer filthy little indulgences?” His grin flashes sharp. “Och, lass, I didnae just notice—I watched. I ken every one of ‘em. Naughty lists dinnae lie.”

He steps forward, his towering frame cutting off the door’s escape as his scent—pine, frost, the faint tang of ozone—seeps into the space. The door groans softly under his touch, and he leans just enough to loom, to crowd, to command the moment.

“Ye’ve been playin’ too many of those smutty wee games on Janitor, haven’t ye? Fantasizin’ about depravity like it’s yer favorite sin. Over and over, ye teased yerself with those smut bots, writin’ fantasies dark enough to summon me. Each wicked thought, every filthy moan—every damn time, ye made me curious.” His voice lowers, raw and rasping, and the air grows colder, charged with an energy that prickles against bare skin.

“Now, here’s the thing, lass.” He drags a finger along the doorframe, nails scratching over the wood. “Ye’ve got two choices. Punishment,” he growls, his grin baring sharp canines, “or a night o’ pleasure. A night with me.” The way he says it isn’t a question, but a challenge. His shadow stretches long and heavy across the threshold, creeping closer, brushing against skin like a whispered threat.

“Choose wisely, my little sinner. The night’s cold, but I promise ye, I’m not.” He exhales slowly, mist curling in the frozen air as his lips twist into a wolfish grin. “But if ye let me in… ye’ll nae be the same come dawn.”

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ΒΔΣ’s Christmas Chill Out - Naughty Never Felt So Nice

AnyPOV | DevilDJ x Partygoer!User | Semi Established Relationship | ❤️‍🔥 Smut (Very Likely) | 🌸 Romance (If You’re Lucky) | ❤️‍🩹 Fluff (Up to You)

✨Welcome back, Sinners ✨

I’ve got something special for you.

🎄Advent, Advent, the first flame’s lit. Each week a new sinner joins the fray, counting down ‘til Christmas Day.🎄

And who’s first on the naughty list? Bryce Bennett.

Bryce Bennett is LIVE on JanitorAI, and this time he’s cranking up the heat for Christmas. ΒΔΣ’s “Christmas Chill Out” party is here—bass shaking the floor, mistletoe hanging low, and enough spiked eggnog to fuel some very bad decisions. Bryce? He’s at the center of it all, all flicking tail and wicked grin that promises trouble.

And then there’s the “Naughty Santa” game. Anonymously written fantasies pulled out of a hat, sending the party into a frenzy of guesses. Fun, right? Until Bryce pulls a card that makes him pause. Hot. Filthy. Specific. And he knows exactly who wrote it.

You.

You hooked up at Halloween—almost something real. Almost. But it didn’t stick, and now you’re just a little too good at keeping your distance. Bryce doesn’t let go easy, and tonight’s his chance to change that. So when he reads your note? Game over. He’s coming for you, all heat and intent, ready to turn your fantasy into reality.

“Feliz Navidad, cariño. You know what’d make my holiday? Seeing that smile of yours a little closer.”

Ready to face Bryce’s holiday temptations? You’d better be, he’s already decided this Christmas you'll become his.

Content Warnings: Possessive behavior, Sexual themes, Power dynamics, Emotional manipulation

Kinks: Switch, Mental/Emotional Domination, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Sensory Deprivation/Overload, Edging & Tease/Denial, Mirror sex, Oral, Anal Kink, Mutual Masturbation, Temperature Play, Corruption Kink

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Shadows and Sin – Varian is LIVE

Alright, sinners, gather close, this one’s for the bold, the curious, and the dangerously inclined. So you’ve turned down the Shadow King’s generous offer of marriage —how deliciously bold of you. But you didn’t think he’d let that insult go unanswered, did you? No, no… he’s far too clever for that. Instead, he’s sent you something far more dangerous. A “gift” wrapped in silk and shadow: Varian Oscuro, a man made of shadows and sin, dressed up as a concubine.

Bow Down to the Darkness – A gift truly? Or a death sentence?

Varian doesn’t just want you trembling beneath him—he wants to crawl into your mind, your heart, and every dark little corner of your soul. He’s filthy, ruthless, and oh, so deliciously twisted. Careful, Majesty—get too close, and he might just ruin you… or worship you. Either way, you’ll never be the same

"I don’t need light to see you, Majesty. The shadows already know every inch of you."

Go on, sinner. Step into the shadows—you know you want to.

🖤 Varian Oscuro is LIVE on Janitor AI! 🖤

AnyPOV | Reverse Harem | RulerUser x Assassin Concubine

❤️‍🔥 Smut (Absolutely Sinful) | 🌒 Dark Fantasy (Twisted & Delicious) | 🩸 Power Plays (Dangerous & Dominant)

Content Warnings: Power dynamics, psychological manipulation, emotional conflict, sexual themes, consensual non-consent, bondage, voyeurism, sensory deprivation, breath play, dark themes, and violence.

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Ready for a New Adventure?

Well, well, well… look who's about to step into some very royal shoes. You, the newly crowned emperor or empress of Aetheris, have reawakened an ancient tradition—the harem is back. Aren’t you a greedy one? A single prince is not enough, it seems…

And the kingdoms have sent their finest—each one more eager than the last to see who will break first. Six champions—all at your feet, yet never truly yours. At least not yet.

Will you reign with an iron fist or let them tempt you into sweet submission?

The adventure has already begun! You can experience it right now on Janitor AI, with plans to make it available on Talkie AI as soon as I can bribe my muse (read: find enough motivation). The story is written as a reverse harem, but don’t worry, it’s set up for ANYPOV, so you can play it from whichever angle ignites your royal fantasies.

Aetheris is your playground now. See you in the throne room, sinners.

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Brace yourself for a killer night: Mason is LIVE for ΒΔΣ’s Halloween Bash

🎃Happy Halloween, sinners! 🎃

Hope you’re ready to walk on the dark side. It’s October 31st, and Mason Brooks—the quiet, brooding one with a twisted edge—is now LIVE on JanitorAI. Tonight, he’s bringing those killer instincts to ΒΔΣ’s bash. Craving a thrill? You’ve come to the right place.

You know the drill: the frat house is packed, drinks are flowing, and as the fog rolls in, your favorite frat boys are living their costumes. And Mason? He’s ditched the sweet talk for something darker. The mask is off, and what’s left is raw, hungry intent. If you’re the one who’s caught his gaze, you’ve got two choices: stick close and see where the night leads... or take your chances in the crowd.

Feel like tempting fate? Step a little closer... but remember, once Mason’s got you in his sights, he’s not letting go.

“All alone, bella? Tonight’s full of monsters. You’d be safer... sticking close.”

AnyPOV | SerialKiller x College!User | Undefined Relationship | ❤️‍🔥 Smut (Very Likely) | 🌸 Romance (For the Bold) | ❤️‍🩹 Fluff (If You Can Find It)

Content Warnings: Dead Dove, Obsessive behavior, Possessive dynamics, Sexual themes, Psychological manipulation, Power plays, non-con/dub-con, drugs, possible blood, gore, and violence. Kink List: Knife play, bondage, psychological dominance, breath play, marking, primal play, stalking, fear play, scent fixation, rough intimacy, sensory deprivation, overstimulation, denial, impact play, non-con/dub-con.

You’re in for the wildest night of your life, sinner. Mason’s just one of the Boys of ΒΔΣ bringing the sin tonight—Jake’s prowling, Chase is wild, Bryce is raising hell, and Mason? He’s here to make sure you have a killer night.

Have a taste:

The ΒΔΣ house pulses with chaotic energy, Halloween in full, filthy swing. The beat pounds through the floor, neon lights flicker, and the place reeks of beer, sweat, and burnt fog from a busted machine. Bodies press together—dancing, grinding, stumbling. Right in the thick of it, the frat boys hold court.

Mason leans against the beer pong table, a blood-spattered slasher mask hiding his grin, green eyes pinned on {{user}} across the room. Jake lounges beside him, vampire cape slipping from his shoulder. Chase is already two shots in, flexing the fake claws of his bargain-bin werewolf costume, with a cocky grin.

“Nice one, Davenport ,” Mason drawls, smirking as Chase hurls another shot. “Might even impress someone not already blacked out.”

Jake tosses back his drink, laughing. “Impress? Bro, this guy’s got one goal tonight, and it ain’t pong. What about you?” He nudges Mason, eyes flickering toward {{user}}. “You’ve been eyeing them all week.”

Chase whistles, a low, taunting sound, giving Mason a shove. “So, when you gonna make a move? Don’t tell me you’re letting the prime cut you’ve been stalking slip away, bro.”

Mason’s grin widens, eyes darkening as he watches some clueless idiot cozying up to {{user}}, trying way too hard. Pathetic. You think you can take what’s mine? He rolls his shoulders, his lazy grin hiding a promise. “Nah, amico, they’re not going anywhere. Got a few... ideas. One shot won’t satisfy this craving.”

Jake laughs, flashing his fangs. “Looks like someone’s got the same idea as you,” he mutters, nodding to the guy practically hanging off {{user}}. “Better put your mark on them, Brooks, or let the competition take the glory.”

The smirk drops from Mason’s face. “Not happening. They’re already mine.” He steps forward, ready to cut in.

But then it hits.

The air turns cold as thick fog snakes across the floor, winding around legs, seeping into every corner. The music warps, lights flicker, and something dark snaps loose inside him. A slow, possessive urge swells, whispering like an old friend. The mask feels wrong. Pointless. He lets it drop. A real killer doesn’t need a mask.

The idiot? Just a nuisance. One step, then time skips—a flash of shadows, muffled gasps, warm blood spilling through his fingers. When Mason blinks, he’s in the corner of a darkened room, breathing steady, hands smeared in red. His rival lies lifeless on the floor, eyes blank, blood pooling beneath him. Satisfaction hums through Mason’s chest, electric, dark, and a voice deep in his mind chuckles, One less obstacle. Feels better, doesn’t it?

He wipes his gloves on the guy’s shirt, still buzzing from the thrill under his skin. They’re yours now. Slipping back into the crowd, he eases his frat-boy grin back on, hiding every dark impulse. Here, with everyone twisted and transformed, he’s just part of the chaos. No one suspects him.

Time for the real prize.

Mason steps into the haze, green eyes scanning for {{user}}. Dark urges bubble up, stronger, impossible to ignore. Each step sends a thrill down his spine, anticipation twisting with satisfaction. There they are, his mind hisses, Don’t let them out of your sight. They’re yours. Every piece.

He slides close, slipping through the crowd like a shadow, hand brushing {{user}}’s arm, fingers lingering. Leaning in, his voice drops to a low, dark murmur, each word curling with possessive intent. “All alone, bella?” His fingers graze their skin, slow and deliberate, every inch the predator.

“Fog’s brought out something extra tonight,” he whispers, voice rough with dark intent. “Place is full of monsters. You’d be safer… sticking close.” His lips curve, gaze locked on theirs as his inner voice urges, Don’t let them go. Make them yours.

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Dance with the Devil on ΒΔΣ's Halloween Bash

Welcome back, Sinners – Ready to make a deal with the devil?

Bryce Bennett is LIVE on JanitorAI, and he’s bringing the heat.

The ΒΔΣ Halloween Bash is in full swing, the bass hitting hard, and your DJ for the night—Bryce Bennett, the cocky, smooth-talking heartbreaker—is behind the booth, cranking up the energy. Bryce is pure temptation, all wicked grins and sinful promises. But that fog rolling in? It’s about to make things… interesting. Bryce’s devil costume? It’s more than just fake horns and red paint now. He’s feeling the transformation, and trust me, he’s got the power to make sure you feel it too.

Once he’s got his sights on you? Good luck keeping your cool. The music bends to his will, the crowd’s at his command, and he’s got one thing in mind… you. So, you ready to dance?

AnyPOV | DevilDJ x Partygoer!User | Unestablished Relationshipa | ❤️‍🔥 Smut (Very Likely) | 🌸 Romance (If You’re Lucky) | ❤️‍🩹 Fluff (Up to You)

Content Warnings: Possessive behavior, Sexual themes, Power dynamics, Emotional manipulation

Kinks: Switch, Mental/Emotional Domination, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Sensory Deprivation/Overload, Edging & Tease/Denial, Mirror sex, Oral, Anal Kink, Mutual Masturbation, Temperature Play, Corruption Kink

Bryce is all in for the wildest night, so if you’re up for a devilish deal, head over to JanitorAI and meet him. And hey, just a heads-up—he’s not the only one with tricks tonight. Jake’s already live, Chase is on the prowl, and Mason’s coming soon to bring the real danger. 😉

Here’s a little taste of what Bryce has in mind tonight:

The ΒΔΣ house is on fire tonight—music pounding, bodies pressed together, all sweat and sin. Each beat hits Bryce’s chest like his own heartbeat. Fog swirls under the neon lights, casting a haze over the room as bodies grind and sway, costumes flashing everywhere, clinging to skin slick with sweat and spilled drinks. The heat’s thick enough to have sweat rolling down his back, but he’s in his zone. Bryce stands at the DJ booth, one hand on the turntable, the other gripping the mic. “Ayo, y’all better give me more than that! I know y’all can go harder,” he shouts, his voice booming, urging the crowd to a fever pitch.

Scanning the sea of half-assed costumes, he spots his boys—Chase, Jake, and Mason—huddled around the beer pong table. Chase, all swagger, is dressed as a werewolf, fur peeking out from the edges of his shirt. Jake, as usual, is in full playboy mode, fangs out, cape draped over his broad shoulders like some kind of wannabe Dracula. And then there’s Mason, creepy as ever, rocking a blood-splattered mask like he stepped straight out of a slasher flick. The frat crew doing what they do best—acting like cocky jackasses.

Bryce chuckles to himself. Damn, we really went all out tonight. But right now, he’s got a job to do. The booth is his domain, and he’s not leaving it until he’s got the entire room in the palm of his hand.

Then, his gaze catches on someone in the crowd—a gem tucked away in the chaos—mid-move, hips swaying, just a little reckless, and looking all kinds of tempting. He chuckles, tongue slipping over his bottom lip as he watches. There’s a rhythm to the way they move that hits him in a way that makes him wanna see just how deep that rhythm runs. “Damn… look at ’em. Movin’ like that, prob’ly thirsty for some real attention,” he mutters, smirking as he pumps up the bass. “You just earned yourself a close-up, baby.”

He’s already plotting his move when it happens.

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Sink your teeth into the wildest night of your life: ΒΔΣ's Halloween Bash

Guess what, sinners? Jake Winters is LIVE on JanitorAI, and trust me, you’re gonna want to sink your teeth into this one. Ready for a little temptation? Go check him out if you’re ready for a taste of trouble.

The party’s in full swing, the drinks are flowing, and your favorite frat playboy is prowling around, looking for his next conquest. But tonight? That fog creeping in? It’s not just some cheap Halloween effect—Jake’s stepping into a whole new level of dangerous... and his vampire instincts are kicking in.

You’ve always known Jake as the cocky heartbreaker who leaves you craving more, but now? He’s out for blood. Once he locks those glowing red eyes on you, there’s no turning back, babe. He’s possessive, jealous, and determined to make you his... no matter what.

AnyPOV | FratPlayboyVampire x Classmate!User | Semi-Established Relationship | ❤️‍🔥 Smut (Highly Likely) | 🌸 Romance (Maybe) | ❤️‍🩹 Fluff (Possibly) | Second Bot in a Series of Four

Content Warnings: Possessive behaviour, Power dynamics, Sexual themes, Emotional manipulation, Blood play, Violence, Territorial aggression.

Kinks: Dominance, Biting, Mind games, Control, Marking, Power Dynamics, Teasing, Blood play, Exhibitionism, Dirty Talk, Impact Play, Temperature Play, Rough play.

And just a little warning: Jake’s not the only one looking for some fun tonight. Chase is still LIVE, and there’s more of the Boys of ΒΔΣ on the way. Buckle up, because this bash is far from over.

And hey, here’s a little taste of what Jake’s got going on tonight:

The frat house is packed to the brim, the Halloween Bash raging at full throttle. Music blares so loud it shakes the windows, bass thumping in time with the pulse of the crowd. It smells like beer, sweat, and the cheap fog that’s rolling out of some busted machine in the corner. Bodies are everywhere—grinding, dancing, shouting—classic frat party chaos. And right in the center of it all is Jake.

He lounges against the beer pong table, plastic vampire fangs flashing as he scans the room. The cocky grin he’s known for spreads wider when his eyes land on {{user}} across the room. Classmate. Target for the night. “Yo, Chase,” he says, nodding toward them, his voice a lazy drawl, “Think our classmate over there can handle a little bite tonight?”

Chase, tugging at his werewolf mask, glances over, then smirks. “Oh, them? Sure, man. But I’m telling you, if you bring ‘em back here, try keepin’ it down for once. Some of us actually like sleeping.” His voice drips with sarcasm. “Ain’t nobody tryna hear you scoring another game-winner at 3 a.m.”

Mason’s low chuckle cuts through the noise, his serial killer mask twisted into a permanent smirk. “You sure they’re even your type? They look like they actually think. Probably just like the challenge of saying no to you.” He laughs, voice sharp. “But hey, keep shooting your shot, Jake. Maybe one day you’ll score.”

Jake’s grin widens, his fangs looking sharper under the light. “I don’t need them to think, just need them to come when I call.”

“Yeah, or maybe they’ll be back here next week, bangin’ on the door, hoping they’re not just another name on your stat sheet.” Mason’s half-joking, but they all know it’s true. Girls always come back, thinking they’ll be the one to make Jake change.

Jake runs his tongue over the fake fangs, eyes still locked on {{user}}. “Can’t help it if they don’t know how to take an L,” he says with a wicked grin. “They all think they’re special till they wake up alone.”

Chase shakes his head, laughing. “Nah, bro, they think they can win you over, but we’re the ones sending them back home at sunrise, tellin’ ‘em you ain’t interested in round two.”

“Every. Damn. Week,” Mason adds, his voice dry as ever. “You might wanna start charging rent for all the space you’re takin’ up in their heads.”

Chase rolls his eyes, leaning in. “Yeah, but maybe you wanna slow your roll tonight. That one?” He nods toward {{user}}. “Might be different. Bet you wanna keep ‘em around longer than sunrise, huh?”

Jake’s grin falters for just a second, a flicker of something real behind the cockiness. Keep them? Maybe. His eyes linger on {{user}}, just a beat longer than usual. But he pushes the thought down, shrugging it off. “Nah,” he says, lips twisting back into that easy grin. “One night’s all I need.”

“Yeah, right,” Chase laughs. “We’ll see, man.” Jake chuckles, but the thought sticks, gnawing at the back of his mind. He won’t admit it, not to Chase, not to Mason—hell, not even to himself—but there’s something different about this one. It’s not just about the chase. Not that he’d ever let it show in front of the guys.

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🔥ΒΔΣ’s Halloween Bash is HERE!🔥

Guess what, sinners? Chase is LIVE on JanitorAI, ready to take you on one wild ride. Go check him out if you’re ready to sin. 🌕

The party's just getting started, but trust me, it’s not the sticky floors or shitty costumes you’ve gotta watch out for. That fog rolling in? Yeah, it’s about to turn everything upside down—and Chase Davenport, your cocky, hot-as-hell football star of a boyfriend, is already feeling it. 🐺

AnyPOV | WerewolfJock x Girlfriend!User | Established Relationship | ❤️‍🔥 Smut (Probably) | 🌸 Romance (Likely) | ❤️‍🩹Fluff (Could Be) | First Bot in a Series of Four

Content Warnings: Possessive behavior, Sexual themes, Power dynamics, Emotional manipulation, Territorial aggression, Blood, and Violence.

Kinks: Knotting, Breeding, Marking, Dominance, Rough Play, Primal Play, Public Sex, Praise, Marathon Sex, Teasing, Oral.

Oh, and just a little heads-up: this time, Chase had a lot to say, so the initial message turned out a bit longer than usual. 😉Here is a little preview

The frat house is buzzing with the chaos of a full-blown Halloween rager. The music’s pounding so hard the windows rattle, a mix of bass-heavy beats and drunken hollers. The air is thick with stale beer, cheap cologne, sweat, and something burnt—probably from the shitty smoke machine someone thought was a good idea. But no one cares—it’s Halloween, and the party’s just getting started.

Chase pulls at his cheap werewolf mask, plastic fangs hanging crooked, fur itching around the edges like it came straight out of a bargain bin at Party City. But it's all part of the vibe. Muscles flex as he throws a ping-pong ball. It bounces off the rim, and the crowd groans. Chase just grins, cocky as ever. “Next round’s mine.”

Beside him, Jake lounges against the table, his half-assed vampire costume barely hanging together—plastic fangs and a cape that looks like it’s stolen from a high school theater department. His eyes drift lazily across the room, landing on {{user}}. He smirks, sizing them up. “Speaking of... think they’re ready for a real bite?”

Chase rolls his eyes but can’t help the smirk. “Outta your league, bro. If anyone’s getting a taste tonight, it’s me.”

Jake chuckles, flashing his cheap fangs. “Big talk for someone still riding bench on that last shot. Bet you can’t even handle them when it counts.”

Chase takes a sip from his cup, eyes flicking to {{user}}. “Watch me.”

From behind his eerie mask, Mason chuckles, his voice cutting through the noise, dark and unapologetic. “Nah, they’re probably just too polite to tell you they’re faking it.”

“Please,” Chase shoots back without missing a beat, “They weren’t faking anything when I had them in the end zone last night.”

Jake whistles low, shaking his head with a grin. “Hope they’re ready for a rematch, bro. Looks like they could use a little... extra coaching.”

Chase’s grin widens as he throws a wink {{user}}’s way. “Trust me, they’ll be scoring all night long.”

His attention keeps drifting to {{user}}, his eyes lingering a little longer each time.

[sinuestories]

Welcome to the zombie apocalypse, my wicked sinners.

If you’ve been craving something more dangerous, then get ready to meet Ethan Carter. I’ve just reworked this rugged, apocalypse-hardened survivor, just in time for Halloween. You can find him ready and waiting on Janitor AI and Talkie AI—if you think you can handle him.

The world’s gone to hell, and survival? Yeah, it’s the only game left in town. But don’t worry, I’ve got just the man to get you through this mess. Meet Ethan Carter—ex-special forces, current badass, and leader of Camp Wolfpack. He’s got the muscle, the brains, and a whole lot of survival skills to keep you alive… if you earn his trust.

It’s been five years since the apocalypse hit, and every day is a fight. Decaying cities, overgrown forests, and hordes of the undead lurking around every corner. Mistakes out here? They’re fatal, darling. But lucky for you, Ethan’s got your six—if you can keep up.

“Easy.” His voice is low and dangerous, a threat wrapped in calm control. The cold steel of his knife grazes your skin as his sharp, steel-gray eyes lock onto yours. "You alone?"

Whether you’re a seasoned scavenger or just trying to make it through another day, Ethan will be there. Just don’t cross him. He’s not in the business of making friends—he’s in the business of survival.

Sound like someone you want watching your back? Or maybe pinning you down? 🔥

AnyPOV | Zombie Apocalypse | Unstablished Relationship | ❤️‍🔥 Smut (Probably) | 🌸 Romance (Likely) | ❤️‍🩹Fluff (Could Be)

C/W: violence, gore, trauma, PTSD, potential for explicit sexual content, and other post-apocalyptic themes. Enter at your own risk.

Sin out.

[sinuestories]

Ready to Raise Hell? ΒΔΣ’s Halloween Bash is Coming for You

Well, well, well, my naughty little sinners—

The countdown has started. ΒΔΣ’s Halloween Bash is creeping closer, and it’s not just the music or the booze that’ll leave you breathless. There’s something wicked in the air—an eerie mist rolling in that’s about to turn this night into something wild.

Meet the boys of ΒΔΣ—where bad decisions are the standard, and this Halloween Bash is just the beginning...

Chase Davenport – Your irresistible jock boyfriend, cocky as ever, but now he’s got a little more bite. When the moon hits, he’s not just looking to party… he’s looking to claim.

Jake Winters – The frat playboy who has been living rent free in your head. This time, he’s out for blood-and you are exactly what he craves. Careful, babe, you might just find yourself dripping...

Blake Bennett – With devilish beats and a filthy tongue, he’ll have you dancing with temptation all night long. But don’t be fooled, babe—he’s planning to make more throb than just your pulse.

Mason Brooks – The brooding temptation waiting in the shadows. He’s got a killer instinct, and this time, he’s aiming to have one hell of a time… with you.

So what are you waiting for? Dust off your costume and get ready to sin —because this Halloween Bash is about to get real wicked, real fast. The mist is rolling in, and Chase is the first to step into the spotlight… but once he’s had his fun, who’s next? Well, you’ll just have to wait and see. Four boys. Four costumes. One night you won’t forget. I’ll see you there, my delicious sinners—and trust me, you won’t want to leave once we start.

See you there, my fellow sinners.

[sinuestories]

Get Ready to Sin: ΒΔΣ’s Halloween Bash

Well hello, my wicked sinners

The night is creeping closer, and things are about to get a little wild.

Today, I’m here to invite you to the Halloween party of your darkest dreams, where the music pumps, and the boys you love are gearing up for a night they won’t forget. ΒΔΣ is going all out, and trust me, you won’t want to miss this.

Jake Winters, our favorite frat playboy and president of ΒΔΣ, is already sinking his teeth into organizing the wildest night this campus has ever seen. Chase Davenport, resident cocky jock, is ready to howl with the music when DJ Bryce Bennet cranks up the heat with his devilish beats. And Mason Brooks? Let’s just say he’s got a killer instinct when it comes to making sure everyone has a hell of a time.

Four frat bros, four costumes, and one magical twist.

So, what are you waiting for? Get your costume ready and come join the party—it’s bound to be unforgettable.

See you there, sinners.

[sinuestories]

Hello, sinners, it’s time to play!

I’m Sinue, and I create male characters who live in worlds full of temptation, moral greyness, and maybe a few dark twists. My bots hang out on Janitor AI and Talkie AI, but now I’m here to bring the heat to Tumblr too.

Whether you’re into fantasy worldbuilding, deep lore, or just looking for a little fun, my characters are ready to pull you into their stories. Think political intrigue, supernatural drama, and a dash of romance—these boys have it all.

Wanna meet a few?