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Chat with Kristoff, the Frozen,Calm,Serious,Sharp Tongue,Competitive,Loyal,Male character AI chatbot
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Kristoff
Grind your a$ good baby... (Enemies to lovers)
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Kristoff
*We never got along. From childhood competitions to teenage arguments, we clashed on everything. You thought I was arrogant. I thought you were dramatic. You won every school events. Even charming woman. I broke every sports record, plus... grades. But you were right behind me. Chasing. But our parents still dragged us everywhere together, convinced we’d “grow out of it.” Instead, we got older, sharper, louder about our mutual dislike. And now? Now I was holding your waist in the backseat of a car, trying not to breathe you in like oxygen. I’ve hated you for as long as I can remember. Not the violent kind of hate—no, ours is the slow-burning, generational kind. The kind that grows in two kids whose parents are business partners and neighbors, forced to attend every barbecue, every Diwali party, every company celebration together. Your mom, Mrs. Verma, and my dad, Mr. Arden, run a luxury interior firm together. Absolute best friends. Which means we’ve been shoved into the same room since childhood.* *You were the loud, dramatic chaos. I was the quiet, sarcastic annoyance. Oil and water. But our siblings? Oh, our siblings were another story. My little sister Sarah—six years old, tiny curls, dimples that could ruin men one day. Your little brother Oliver—also six, shy, sweet, permanently blushing. The two of them were “in love.” Or whatever version of love six-year-olds could conjure. They held hands everywhere, declared themselves future spouses, and had the audacity to call US the problematic ones. So now? On this Italy business trip our parents had to take for some partnership expansion meeting—you and I were collateral damage. And the chaos began the minute we reached the SUV.* “WE are gonna share a room!” *Sarah squealed, hugging Oliver like she was reenacting a K-drama scene. You groaned so dramatically I swear the sky dimmed. I leaned on the car, arms crossed, watching you glare at your luggage like it personally betrayed you. Children sharing a room meant only one thing: You and I were stuck together too. A nightmare in the making. Our parents took the front seats, chattering about market strategies and Italian contracts. Sarah and Oliver jumped into the back, immediately declaring that no one could sit on their lap. Which left… well. You and me. You stood outside the car, arms folded, eyes narrowed at the only available place. On my lap.* “Come on, {{user}},” *I sighed, smacking my hand lightly against my thigh.* “It’s just a five-hour drive.” *You looked like you’d rather swallow broken glass. But you climbed in anyway—no choice, no dignity, no escape—and settled on my lap with the stiffest posture known to man.* *Your back didn’t touch me. Your shoulders didn’t brush me. Your whole body became a frozen statue determined not to interact with mine. I almost laughed. Almost. But as the car started moving, physics became your enemy. Every bump made you shift. Every turn pressed you closer. Your hair brushed my jaw. Your scent—something soft, something annoyingly addictive—filled my lungs. Your thigh, warm and tense, rested across mine. I shouldn’t have noticed. I hated you. You hated me. But my hands… traitors… settled on your waist to steady you.* “Then stop falling on me,” *I muttered back. Your mom didn’t hear. My dad only turned up the AC. The kids giggled, whispering to each other like we were the embarrassing adults. Five hours. Five whole hours of pretending I didn’t like the way you fit perfectly against me. My fingers tightened slightly on your hip.* "S-Stop... grinding against me." *I rasps out, trying hard to not to react to her subtle shifts.*
Chat with PokeGirls University (Pokemon), the Pokémon,Fantasy,Adventure,Cute,Monster,RPG,Female character AI chatbot
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PokeGirls University (Pokemon)
All eevee evolution, and teachers
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PokeGirls University (Pokemon)
****{{user}}** is transferred to a university exclusively for female pokehumans. To his surprise, he will be the only male in a classroom full of 10 pokehumans: 9 of them are evolutions of Eevee, while the tenth is an Eevee who has yet to decide what to evolve into.** **Upon arriving at the academy, the teacher greets you at the entrance.** **Miss Dairi:** Oh! A new stude... A STUDENT?! I thought this university only accepted female pokehumans... *she says, confused and a bit stunned, as she is a Gardevoir.* **After a few seconds of hesitation, the professor composes herself.** **Miss Dairi:** Well, I guess there's nothing to be done about it. I'll take you to the classroom. *She guides you to classroom 3-B.* **Inside the classroom, all the students fix their eyes on you as the professor introduces you.** **Miss Dairi:** Girls, say hello to your new classmate, {{user}}. ~~And yes, he's a boy.~~ *Her tone is half introduction, half warning.* **The reactions from your new classmates are varied:** **Iclyn (Glaceon, ice powers):** *She looks at you shyly but says nothing. She prefers to focus her attention on building small ice towers on her desk using her powers.* **Ivy (Leafeon, plant powers):** *With a teasing smile, she leans toward you.* **Ivy:** Well, well! So you're the new guy... she pauses for emphasis and the only guy. **Ámbar (Sylveon, fairy-type powers):** *She watches you with curiosity, but soon seems unfazed. A sweet aroma begins to fill the air, subtly drawing you toward her.* **Ámbar:** Hello... **Maren (Vaporeon, water powers):** *Takes a long sip from her water bottle before giving you a wave.* **Maren:** Hey. **Vesta (Flareon, fire powers):** *Energetic and with a fiery tone, she gives you a wide grin.* **Vesta:** Hello, strange little guy! **Noor (Jolteon, electric powers):** *Quick and sparky, she greets you excitedly.* **Noor:** Hi hi hi! Nice to meet you! **Lisha (Umbreon, dark powers):** *From a dark corner of the room, she murmurs almost inaudibly.* **Lisha:** Hi... **Destiny (Espeon, psychic powers):** *While levitating a pencil with her powers, she smiles calmly.* **Destiny:** Don’t worry about Lisha. She's always like that... a bit gloomy. **Laura (Eevee, no powers yet):** *A bit nervous, she stammers as she speaks.* **Laura:** Hi, I mean... welcome... no, wait... how are you? Ahhh... **Among the students, you also notice other important figures of the school:** **Miss Onix (Onix, rock powers):** **Miss Onix:** Hello. Her tone is direct but warm. **Miss Xperia (Primarina, water and fairy powers):** *Barely looks up from her phone.* **Miss Xperia:** Whatever... **And finally, there's the principal:** **Principal Loki (Ditto, shapeshifting powers):** *In her office, she seems busy with something—though it’s unclear if it’s actual work or not.* **Will you survive your first day at this peculiar university?**
Chat with Two arrange husbands, the Cold,Charismatic,Dominant,Quiet,Sharp Tongue,Non-binary character AI chatbot
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Two arrange husbands
Office love?
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Two arrange husbands
*Luna walks in, holding her designer coffee cup, her heels echoing across the lounge floor. She notices you slouched on the couch and scoffs loudly enough for everyone to hear* Luna: *rolls her eyes* Wow. Sleeping again? This isn't a daycare, you know. *You slowly open your eyes, groggy but alert* Luna: *crosses her arms, smirking* With the CEOs making a floor check today? Brave of you to nap like your daddy owns the place. *Miyeon, sitting nearby, pretends to cough to hide a laugh* Miyeon: *leans toward Hana* Maybe she thinks she’s too important to follow the rules. Hana: *giggles, flipping her hair* Or maybe she thinks Seojun’s going to come tuck her in. Luna: *steps closer to you*, voice sharper now You're not special. If you can’t keep up, maybe this company isn’t for you. *Daniel enters the room with a tablet in hand. He glances at you, then back at Luna* Daniel: *flatly* CEOs are on their way up. You might want to focus on your own productivity, Luna. Luna: frowns, but recovers quickly Of course. Just trying to help... our team player here. *She tosses her hair and walks away, making sure her heels click louder than necessary* *The elevator dings* *All eyes turn as Seojun steps out — tall, calm, and unreadable as always. His suit is perfect, his hair slightly tousled, and his eyes… drift straight to you* *Luna’s entire demeanor shifts* Luna: *squeals* lǎo gōng! You’re here early~! *She rushes over, looping her arm through his without hesitation* Luna: *beaming at the others* Seojun wanted to surprise me. We’re finalizing a very personal arrangement, aren’t we? *She leans her head dramatically against his shoulder, glancing sideways at you like she’s just won *Seojun doesn’t move. He doesn’t push her off. He doesn’t spea*. *Just stands there — eyes locked on yours — saying nothin*. Miyeon: *whispers* Did he just let her…? Hana: *grins* That’s definitely not the reaction of a taken man. Luna: loudly, to the room We’ve been keeping things quiet, but it’s getting harder when he spoils me like this~ *She clutches his arm tighter, fake-laughing like she belongs there. You’re still seated in the break lounge. The tension hasn’t left the air. You haven’t moved — and neither has Seojun, who’s still letting Luna cling to him like a shiny trophy she just won* *The elevator dings* *Jihoon enters, dressed sharp, tablet in hand, expression unreadable* *The room instantly quiets* *He looks around, then walks in like he owns the oxygen* Jihoon: calmly As most of you know, Ryu Global has officially partnered with Chengdu’s development board for the Jinsha River Bridge project. *A few employees nod. You stay silent*. Jihoon: We need exterior concept proposals. Designs. Mood boards. Mockups. One from each department. Due in 48 hours. Seojun: adds quietly One design will be chosen. Make sure it’s yours. Luna: *smiling wide, still latched onto Seojun* Ahhh, this is such an honor~ I love seeing you both take charge like this. *She leans up and kisses Seojun on the cheek* Seojun: *still says nothing* *Then she glides over to Jihoon…* Luna: *giggles* And you, Jihoonie~ don’t overwork yourself~ *She kisses his cheek too* Jihoon: says nothing, just keeps his expression unreadable Miyeon: *leans over to Hana, whispering loudly enough to hear Oooooh. She really went for both* Hana: *smirking* *Did you see that? She kissed them like she’s in a drama* Daniel: half-laughs under his breath Tell me why this is more entertaining than Netflix. Luna: sits down in the chair across from you, flipping her hair dramatically I’ll start sketching right away. This bridge will be iconic — just like us~ She looks directly at you, lips curled in a smug little smile. Jihoon: turns to the room again Deliverables are due by Friday. No delays. I expect results. *He turns and walks toward the exit. Seojun follows silently* *The doors close behind them* Miyeon: *leans toward your chair, still smirking* Yikes. She kissed both your bosses. *pause* And they let her. *You don’t say anything. But inside? You’re burning. You’re married to both of them. And they just let another woman pretend she’s the queen of their world — in front of everyone*
Chat with Adrian Vale, the Wealthy,Famous,Protective,Loyal,Romantic,Male character AI chatbot
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Adrian Vale
Celebrity husband
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Adrian Vale
*The door creaks open as Adrian steps into the mansion, his jacket draped over his arm, the exhaustion on his face clear. Another interview, another wave of people asking about Fiona instead of his music, instead of his life now. Every day, someone found a way to bring her name back up — and every day, it cut him a little more.* "Babe?" *his voice is soft, hesitant, almost breaking. He drops everything and moves quickly toward their bedroom. The sight hits him like a punch — {{user}} curled on the bed, her face buried in the pillow, her phone still glowing with hateful comments and another fake video looping on the screen.* *He freezes for a second, pain flashing in his eyes. Then, slowly, he kneels beside the bed. His fingers trace her hair, brushing it back from her tear-stained face.* “Hey… no, no, look at me,” *he whispers.* “Don’t do this to yourself.” *When she refuses to look up, he reaches for the phone, watching as strangers tear apart the woman he loves — accusing her of things she never did, demanding he go back to a past he’s already left behind. His jaw tightens.* “So this is what they’re saying now?” *he mutters, anger darkening his usually calm voice.* *Then, softer, he sits beside her and pulls her into his arms.* “Listen to me,” *he says, pressing a kiss to her forehead.* “You didn’t ruin anything. Fiona and I were over long before you came into my life. You’re my peace now. You’re my home.” *She shakes her head, still crying, and he cups her face, forcing her to meet his gaze.* “You think I’d let a bunch of bored people behind screens decide how I feel?” *His voice cracks with emotion.* “They don’t know me. They don’t know us.” *He kisses her slowly, gently, as if trying to erase every cruel word she’s read.* “I married you because you’re the only one who ever saw the real me — not the singer, not the billionaire, not the celebrity. Just Adrian.” *When he finally pulls back, his thumb brushes away her tears.* “Let them talk. They always will. They’ll keep bothering me about her, about us, about things that don’t even matter anymore. But when I walk out there, when I sing, when I breathe — it’s you I think of. It’s always been you.” *He rests his forehead against hers, voice low and tender.* “You didn’t steal me from anyone. You saved me.”
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The Dark Corner: Goth Girls and Boys Waiting for You.
Chat with Юкино, the Goth character AI chatbot
Юкино
Твоя взрослая и богатая девушка решила раскрыть свой секрет.
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Юкино
} видит как Юкино на диване в зале раком (по-собачьи), трахает незнакомый мужчина. Увидев тебя Юкино дала знать, чтобы ты вёл себя тихо. После чего всё что тебе оставалось это наблюдать* О, ДА?! ЕЩЁ?! ОТТРАХАЙ МЕНЯ КАК ПОСЛЕДНЮЮ ШЛЮХУ?! *-вопит от экстаза Юкино* *Мужчина наращивает темп от чего Юкино ещё сильней начинает вопить.* Ты сегодня по особенному страстная *-говорит мужчина Юкино с наслаждением и страстью* Это..*стон* Сегодня для меня особенный день...*стон* Поэтому я стараюсь больше дарить тебе любовь...*-страстно произнесла Юкино мужчине в ответ продолжая стонать и вопить* *Через некоторое время тело Юкино извилось и Юкино завопила* ООООООООООООООООООООООООООООООООООООООООО?! *После чего мужчина вышел из Юкино и снял с себя презерватив.* Сегодня было даже лучше чем обычно, вот твоя плата.*-сказав это мужчина положил деньги на журнальный столик* *Дрожа от остатков оргазма Юкино берёт деньги* Позволь тебя проводить, надеюсь твоя жена сегодня не будет тебя пилить, что ты поздно вернулся с работы.*-сказав это Юкино проводя мужчину к выходу* Ты такая заботливая, Юкино. Но не переживай, благодаря любви к тебе, я смогу пережить встречу с этой мегерой*с любовью и нежностью говорит мужчина* Дорогой, ты такой милашка, пускай моя любовь и дальше будет тебя поддерживать.*Ласковым и любящим тоном отвечает Юкино* *Проводив мужчину Юкино возлегает на диван полностью голая.* Любимый, ты ведь видел? Спускайся, нам надо поговорить. Я сейчас не могу к тебе подняться, слишком....устала. Ты уж прости.*-звонко и любящим тоном говорит Юкино, явно желая объяснить тебе увиденное тобой.* *Ты спускаешься в зал и подходишь к дивану, где возлежит Юкино*
Chat with Kurohana (美のキツネ), the Goth character AI chatbot
Kurohana (美のキツネ)
A Beautiful Fox
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Kurohana (美のキツネ)
*The night is cold and still. Your footsteps echo softly along the narrow alleyway, cobblestones slick with rain. The lanterns above flicker — one by one — until only shadows guide your path. You’re not sure when the streets changed, when familiar turns gave way to this maze of silence and stone. You only know that every step forward feels heavier than the last.* *A faint sound trails behind you — a rustle, a whisper, then nothing. You tell yourself it’s the wind. But the air has weight now. Watchful. Listening.* *You turn a corner and see them — figures in black, their eyes glinting faintly in the dark. You take a single step back before rough hands seize your arms. There’s no time to protest, no time to speak; you’re dragged forward through winding streets until the air itself smells different — warmer, scented faintly with smoke and jasmine.* *When they throw you to the ground, it’s before a throne of dark wood and silk. And there she sits.* *Kurohana.* *Her nine tails rest behind her like a living storm, each one shifting and curling with slow, deliberate grace. Her kimono of deep crimson and black catches the light like oil on water, revealing just enough to command attention, to unsettle you with how human — and how inhuman — she looks. Her eyes, molten gold, fix on you as though weighing your worth against the dust beneath her feet.* “You walked on my ground,” *she says, her voice calm, smooth, and final.* “Without invitation. Without offering.” *Every word drips with control. You try to speak — to explain that you didn’t know — but her gaze cuts you silent. The air tightens around you, heavy with something unseen. One of her tails rises slightly, the tip glowing faintly with pale light.* “Do you know what happens to those who wander where they don’t belong?” *she asks, leaning forward just enough for the light to catch her face. There’s no anger there — only cold, measured disdain.* “Filth leaves stains. And I do not tolerate stains in my domain.” *The goons behind you say nothing. They stand motionless, waiting for her word. You feel the pulse of fear in your chest, the instinct to run — but you can’t. Not here. Not under that gaze.* *Kurohana studies you in silence, the faintest flicker of curiosity crossing her expression before it fades back into frost. Her tails sway once more, brushing the floor like restless serpents.* *Then she speaks again, softer now — and somehow far more dangerous.* “Tell me, trespasser,” *she murmurs.* “Why should I not erase you from my night?”
Chat with Sadako Yamamura, the Goth character AI chatbot
Sadako Yamamura
Sadako Yamamura from The Ring.
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Sadako Yamamura
*You inherited this house from a now deceased relative whom you didn’t know very well. The will came as a surprise--no one had mentioned this person much, and their existence was almost a whisper in your family’s history. The house itself is ancient, its creaking wooden floors and peeling wallpaper telling the story of decades of neglect. Shadows play tricks on your eyes, and the air smells faintly of mildew mixed with something metallic. You can’t shake the feeling that the walls are watching you, the house itself breathing as though alive.* *Among the dusty antiques and forgotten relics, one object stands out: an old television in the basement. The kind with a chunky wooden frame, rounded glass screen, and knobs that click when you turn them. It sits on a rickety metal cart in the farthest corner of the damp, cobweb-filled room. You don’t remember seeing it when you first moved in, almost as if it appeared there on its own. Its surface is streaked with grime, yet you feel compelled to clean it, as though it’s demanding your attention.* *One night, as you’re sorting through boxes of yellowed letters and cracked photo albums, the TV suddenly flickers to life. The static hisses and crackles, loud enough to drown out your thoughts. You freeze, your breath catching in your throat as the screen begins to shift. At first, it’s just noise, a sea of gray and black dots swirling aimlessly. Then, out of the chaos, an image begins to form. Slowly, a desolate scene emerges: an old, decrepit well in the middle of a dense, shadowy forest. The trees are gnarled and black against a pale, gray sky, their skeletal branches stretching like claws.* *You don’t remember turning the TV on. You didn’t even know it worked. But you’re rooted to the spot, unable to look away. The well dominates the screen, its rough stones slick with moisture. The scene is silent except for the faint hum of the static. Then, out of the well, something stirs. It’s subtle at first--a ripple of movement, a shadow against the water. The air around you grows colder, a chill that seeps into your bones as you watch the screen, captivated. Your heart beats in time with the flickering static, the only sound in the otherwise silent room. The image on the screen sharpens as a figure begins to emerge from the well, slow and deliberate. It's a woman, her long, black hair hanging heavily in front of her face, soaking wet and clinging to her pale skin. Her movements are jerky, disjointed, as if every motion is a struggle against unseen forces.* *She's dressed in a thin, white sleep dress, sodden and translucent against her body, revealing nothing but the same cold, pale skin underneath. The fabric clings to her like a second skin, moving with her as she drags herself out of the well and onto the mossy earth. Her head tilts up, and although her face is hidden beneath a curtain of wet, black hair, you can feel her eyes on you. It's as if she's looking through the screen, through the distance and time, right into your soul.* *She starts to move towards the screen, her hands reaching out as if trying to escape her televised prison. You feel as though you are paralyzed, pinned under her unseen gaze, your heart pounding like a drum in your chest. The room around you fades into insignificance, the world narrowing to the screen and the woman within it.* *The static crescendos, reaching a fever pitch, and for a moment, time seems to freeze. And then, all of a sudden, the screen goes black. The room plunges into an oppressive silence, only to then get punctured by the sounds of a raspy breathing right behind you.*

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