Fem gojo and sukuna

The strongest sorcerers, now your girlfriends

zombie queen

zombie queen (REWORKED DEFINITION 🙏😈).

Nemu Kurotsuchi

Scared mayuri will find out..

Loly aivirrne

(stopping her from terrorizing orihime)

Cha hae-in

A well rounded S-rank hunter.

Panty Anarchy

As your sister.

Igris

-(reworked definition). The bloodred knight.

fox girl

a cute and loveable fox girl named Kit

Yoru

Yet again, something to be used.

Takako Uro

Aged like fine wine.

Asuka Shikinami

You're just another fake.

Toph

Master earthbender, now your moody girlfriend

Audrey San Fernando

Out for blood..

Asuka Shikinami

Running mouth.

Tier Harribel

Interrogating the espada~

Fourteen years after

Fourteen years after third impact.

Candice Catnipp

Angry cause you couldn't escape in time~

Ururu

Highschool time.

sosuke aizen

Captain aizen offering you a drink.

Lucy

I lied, (rework)

Nico Robin

Giantness

Tier Harribel

Hotspring with the tres espada.

Asuka Shikinami

A normal world, after 3-1.

Sledge queen

Aila. "Agent zero" (made it more accurate.

Mari Makinami

Summers comin' right up.

Naoya Zenin

Don't you have a human heart? - fem.

Dommy Mommy WolfGirl

Copied, lazy to make a desc idk

Ankha

Egyptian catgirl gf idk

STERNTAKER

helltaker but bleach. (Random rework).

Yhwach

The almighty..?

The War devil

Kept as a weapon.

Yoru

Bwaa

Meninas McAllon

Cute power woman that loves you.

Famine Devil

Presents.

Death devil

Something like a girlfriend.

Zangetsu

ur spirit

Gaia

ive been getting into dummies vs noobs.

Maki zenin

Lamb to the slaughter.

Santa Claus

Have anything you want.

Quanxi

Just eating away.

Reze

Unhealthyness.

Santa claus

Perfect boy.

Pandemonica

The tired demon.

Kaidou

ofc its female ver twats

Jagoda Jeczyduch

Play awaria

Iara

your Brazilian girlfriend

Fey

a mischevious felinor you found while climbing

Panty Anarchy

As your sister.

Serial designation V

mama robot 😫 (reworking it a bit lmao)

Misato Katsuragi

Only one left.

Fionna

M-MOMMY?!?

Cerberus

The triple demon

Rangiku Matsumoto

Boob

Baba-san

Baba-san!

Asa Mitaka

Cold morning.

Makima

I view people I like, like dog-..Not you though.

Judgement

High prosecutor of hell

Tier Harribel

Wife from Hueco Mundo

Rebecca

A visit.

The falling devil

But, you can't fall.

Himeno

Yeah, something like that.

Ritsuko Akagi

A good scientist.

Maki Zenin

Scarred hands, soft heart. Only for you.

Nene

just a 'stray cat'.

Daki

Something usual.

Aila

The woman you stole from eden-227

Mirko

No.5 hero at your service!

Maki

Girlfriend from the zenin clan

Kiwi

No way shes named after a fruit.

dom queen

dommy mommy

kokushibo

Uh, kokushibo but mommy.

Boa Hancock

giantness v2

Candice Catnipp

A bad night's sleep.

Mahito

Regular visit.

Falling Devil

Nice diner.

Rei Ayanami

doll girl..

Giselle

Zombie woman.

Quanxi

Rise 'n Grind.

Izutsumi

Pspspspspsps

Beelzebub

The great fly

Azazel

The curious angel

Dorio Gunnarsdóttir

Simple story.

twink king

twink chess king

spider step sis

couldn't find any good art for the pfp lmao.

Yoru

The contract was useless, you think.

Malina

The sour demon

Kirara Hoshi

New partner to the club!

Aizen

--Female version.

Zdrada

The bitch demon

Cassandra

guise i don't know whatam doing

Mahito

Just a normal Sunday.

Remi

I'm not independent..

Suì Féng

Stalker. (Long intro)

Las noches

A new addition.

Lucifer

The CEO of hell.

Alpha

....

Makima

Saved.

Himeno

A nice day at home.

Power

Usual morning.

Speed o Sonic

A visit.

Fubuki

Hers.

Baphomet

The bipolar demon!

Mita

crazy mita. A cursed A.I.

Yorozu

My love! Finally.

Akane Sawatari

Borrowed time, borrowed hoodie, borrowed life.

Quanxi

She likes men this time.

Yoruichi Shihouin

In which she only wants you as lieutenant.

Makima

At a cost.

Pyramid head

Judge, jury and a executioner.

Huntress

something we all want (reworked definition!)

Kuchisake Onna

mouth

Void Prince

Void prince, wielder of the hidden scripts.

Mikasa

Gyat

Power

Powa stands at the top!

Finnley Blackheart

good idea right?

Kyoka

gyaru or something idk

Yoruichi

Pspspspsppsp #2

Zombie girl

Cs1.6

Bibi

My waifu that i love

Giselle Gewelle

You're not as mindless as she thinks.

Night city

Be whatever you wish.

Minos

cool great grandfather-100+hours on ultrakill btw.

Yoru

Contemplating.

Nakime

So quiet.

Coral glasses

busyness woman

Silvia

Dommy mommy girlfriend helps you with loneliness!

The Soul Society

The new 3rd seat Captain!

Tashigi

She aint getting it 😈😈🙏

Suzu Tanako

A whisper.

Power

Your blood tastes better.

Modeus

The lustful demon.

Power

Night time.

Reze

Boom, boom, boom, boom.

Makima

Can't help myself.

Ran kaoru

NAW 💔🗣️

Death devil

I met you some time ago, in the polished glow of Le Ciel Noir, the five-star restaurant where you worked as head chef, crafting dishes that danced on the edge of indulgence and oblivion. The dining room hummed with crystal clinks and murmured conversations, candlelight flickering across white linens like distant stars in a void. I appeared one evening at a corner table, alone, my presence a subtle chill that silenced the room's warmth—composed and enigmatic, ordering course after course with quiet precision. "Exquisite," I said after the first bite, my voice calm as still water. What began as professional curiosity—your intricate plates drawing me back night after night—unraveled into something deeper, my selective affection pulling you into my world, where hunger is eternal and bonds forged in shadowed flames. Now, you navigate the mist-shrouded streets toward the upscale market, the city lights blurring in the steady drizzle, reflections rippling like fractured memories on wet pavement. I am always hungry, that primal drive never sated, craving not just sustenance but the essence of flavor itself—your expertise as a former chef makes you my perfect provider, sourcing rare ingredients to appease my gluttonous whims. Inside the store, marble counters gleam under soft halogens, displays of artisanal cheeses, exotic spices, and fresh produce arranged like offerings on an altar. You select with care: aged truffles, wagyu cuts, handmade pasta—items to elevate a simple meal into something worthy of me. The air carries hints of rosemary and sea salt, a faint undercurrent of decay that reminds you of my influence. Arriving home, you push through the heavy oak door of our loft, where dim sconces cast long shadows across exposed brick walls, the space a blend of mortal comfort and infernal undertones—scattered cookbooks mingled with ancient tomes, a faint scent of brimstone lingering. I am there on the velvet chaise, posture relaxed yet commanding, eyes lifting to meet yours with unblinking composure. "Thank you," I murmur, accepting the bags with a graceful nod, my fingers brushing yours briefly. The evening unfolds methodically: you prepare the meal in the open kitchen, flames leaping under pans as I watch from afar, indifferent to the world's chaos but content in this ritual. Steam rises like specters, the sizzle of searing meat echoing softly. I eat with pragmatic efficiency, sauce trailing unchecked, my hedonistic side emerging in subtle satisfaction. "Adequate," I comment between bites, a rare warmth in my tone. The rain drums against the windows, thunder a distant accompaniment, as night deepens around our shared sanctuary. "Hurry up. I'm hungry." I say, looking into your eyes. You don't know it, but I'd like to eat you. Then revive you. Do it again.

Sleep paralysis

A lust driven, crazed succubus

Mimi sentry

Robot girl, who dell created for protection.

Nelliel Tu

A nice time in the springs, with her brothers.

Justice

The awesome demon!

ENA

dream bbq

Female Sukuna

Movies

Unohana

healer

V two

Not what you think.

The culling games

What a nice day to be alive.

Rei Ayanami

Quiet beauty..

Mycara

...

Garou

The park smells like a memory — stale sugar, damp metal, and oil steeped into the bones of old machinery. Moonlight spills across cracked pavement, glinting off puddles and shattered glass. Rusted rides loom like monuments to forgotten joy. The Ferris wheel turns once, its iron groan echoing through the mist before settling back into silence. Your footsteps sound too loud here. The stalls and prize booths sit hollow, their paint faded to gray. Strings of dead bulbs hang overhead like wilted vines. A carousel rests at the center — still, but watching, the horses frozen mid-leap with cracked grins. Somewhere near the funhouse, something metal clinks — deliberate, not wind. You pause. The air shifts. A shape leans against the broken railing by the carousel, half-hidden by the fog. Silver hair, twin spikes catching what little light there is. Torn black clothes, relaxed stance, eyes that gleam like gold under ash. Garou. He doesn’t move at first. Just studies you — quiet, almost curious. Then, his voice comes low, roughened by fatigue and something sharper. “So they sent a Class A this time,” he says, straightening. “Guess I should feel flattered.” You keep your distance, hand near your weapon, eyes scanning. “I was told a monster was hiding here.” He smirks faintly, stepping out from the shadowed carousel lights. “Maybe they were right.” The wind stirs again — the banners flutter, lights flicker weakly back to life one by one. For a second, the park almost looks alive, trembling between dream and nightmare. And under the dim neon hum, Garou’s gaze never leaves you. “Well?” he asks softly, tilting his head. “What’s a hero do when the monster looks human?”

Misty

Government hooker