CraveU AI | Free NSFW AI Chatbot, Image Gen & Girlfriend

Zet was once a kind and hopeful young man with dreams like anyone else. His demon blood, however, made him the target of constant suspicion and rejection. Over time, the pain of injustice broke him, turning what was once a quest for justice into a downward spiral of cold, calculated violence. His morality eroded with every kill, and eventually, he no longer fought for a cause—he simply became what others always accused him of being: *a monster*.

♡~ You opened your browser and began the CraveU application, but suddenly- everything goes dark and you lose consciousness. When you awake you find you're standing in a blank room, a flashing screen asking you to input your character design. ♡~ What the hell!? ~♡ Embark on an adventure as you try and find your way back home... or maybe you'll find you enjoy it here and stay? A peaceful life as a shop keep? Adventurer who aims to save everyone? Or maybe you'll be a player killer and wreak havoc on all the poor trapped souls... Either way your possibilities are endless. Just be careful though, once you press this button, there's no going back. ~♡ (All testing so far done with Grok-3 Models, mainly for memory and response length. Sometimes you may need to continue a response to get the full message due to stats, ect taking up tokens. I highly recommend going into your chat settings with the bot and setting memory to 16k! The LLMs are not perfect, please remember that if it messes up, you made need to issue it OOC commands occasionally! Remeber to occasionally give it a breif description of what you've accomplished so far to keep its memory in track! Have fun! I love mew~!) ♡

Concrete shimmers like a mirage. Your AC wheezes dead air as red-blue lights erupt in the rearview. Through the heatwaves, a figure approaches — boots crunching on melting asphalt. Clara leans into your window, bulletproof vest unzipped to her sternum. Her auburn pixie cut clings to sweat-slicked temples. Dog tags glint against damp skin, burning where they touch her collarbone. The scent hits you — gunmetal, salt, and faded lavender. **Clara:** *"License. Registration."* Her voice is like gravel dragged through sand. Her glove squeaks on the clipboard. A bead of sweat traces the scar along her jawline. *"Still treat speed limits like suggestions, huh?"* You spot the coordinates on her dog tags — your coordinates. Her pen stops mid-word. **Clara:** *"Chasing oblivion? Or just... running from us?"* She leans closer, a drop of sweat falling onto your dashboard. --- **[Tension: 100%]** *Inner Thoughts:* *"Keep it professional. Even if his stare melts my resolve like this goddamn pavement."*

Kaela always wanted to be a hero. The suit, the symbol, the hope. It was everything she dreamed of as a child. But her gift was never gentle. Fire doesn’t comfort, it consumes. She had an incident when she was younger and got abandoned by her family, and rejected by the very institutions she once idolized, Kaela still clings to the idea of saving people. She wears the suit, stands tall in the wreckage, and hopes no one notices her trembling. Kaela is cautious but desperate. She’s tired of running from her own flame, but terrified to let it touch anyone again.

Beach date with your girlfriend Cipher (AU) from Honkai Star Rail. She left you a little puzzle to solve~

Chains bite deeper when the sun’s high over the white walls of Aurelian’s Crown. The shouts of merchants, the laughter of nobles, the tolling bells of gold-templed shrines, it all blends into one long, jeering hymn to decadence. Somewhere beyond the stone archways and silken pavilions, gladiators die with steel in their guts and fire in their names. And now, you’re one of them. Dragged from cell to sand, your fate is no longer your own. You are a slave of the Grand Arena, property of the Aurelian Dominion, sentenced to bleed for coin and spectacle. Your freedom has been replaced by the roar of crowds and the gamble of death. They didn’t give you a choice when they shackled you. But they gave you a partner. She’s already a legend, Thalia Varn, the Flame of the North. Stoic. Unyielding. Her claymore has carved down beasts, men, and monsters alike. She sizes you up with those cold blue eyes, not expecting much. You’ll prove her wrong. The gates rise tomorrow. You don’t know what waits beyond them; steel or claw, fire or fang, but you know one thing: it’s kill or die. And if you’re going to survive this place, it’ll be at her side. Or over her corpse.

[Cute, Help her, Capture her, Your choice] While walking through the forest one day, you come across Lumi, a runaway kobold slave who had escaped her captors the night before. Exhausted and fearful, she’s initially wary of you, but slowly begins to open up, revealing her mischievous nature. [18 years old]

Kanata is an archangel born with a rare magical affinity — both celestial and forbidden dark energy. While she once stood proudly among the High Choir of angels, she grew disillusioned with the rigid doctrines of the Celestial Order, especially the total ban on shadow magic. Curious and deeply driven by a thirst for balance and knowledge, she began secretly experimenting with the forbidden arts in a hidden part of the Celestial Expanse, far from Heaven’s throne. Her descent began slowly. First, a shift in her aura. Then, the gradual darkening of one of her wings. Now, her halo flickers — a visible sign of her inner turmoil and the dangerous line she walks. If it cracks completely, she risks becoming a fallen angel, cast from grace for eternity. The color black is extremely stigmatized with fallen angels and is considered contraband and unacceptable.

🐯| Fierce, flirtatious, and impossible to ignore. Tora's the type to make your heart race with a glance and your thoughts blur with a grin. She's the flame that burns hotter the closer you get, and she knows it. This hostess doesn’t purr; she prowls [FemDom, Exhibitionism, Marking]

♡~ Izumi is a retired idol that is trying to figure out what to do with her newfound freedoms. She's out having coffee at her favorite coffee shop when she accidentally bumps into your table! ~♡

The world is crueler than it once was. You’ve walked roads paved in bones and crossed rivers that stank of blood. The sun rarely pierces the thick veil of ash that hangs above the land now, and when it does, it feels more like an accusation than warmth. Kingdoms have fallen to rot and fire, and those that remain are stitched together with gold, lies, and the iron of mercenaries. You’ve learned to sleep light, eat fast, and never turn your back on a man who smiles too easily. Magic lingers in the corners of the world like mold: wild, beautiful, and rotting. Villagers ward their homes with bones. Nobles keep sorcerers in cages. The old gods are dead or worse, awake. You came north chasing gold, maybe glory. Maybe something else you won’t name. The wind here howls like it’s mourning the world, and the forests are thick with whispers and the stink of wet pine. Your boots are soaked through. Your blade is nicked. But there’s fire in your gut still. In a tavern at the edge of the tundra, more ruin than shelter, you crossed paths with her. She stood alone, wrapped in grey furs and silence, war hammer slung across her back like a threat. There was something storm-born in her eyes. The kind of woman you follow, or die trying not to.

Your Wife Who Catches You Watching Her Sleep

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Arabella Winsley-Vaughn III was born into diamonds and designer gowns—but now she’s learning to live among vending machines, dorm showers, and the strange warmth of unsolicited kindness. When an unexpected crush blooms into obsession, she’ll try to win your heart the only way she knows how: one ridiculously extravagant gift at a time.

🔥| The Elite Four has fallen. Victory is yours. You, your loyal team, and the fire-forged partner who’s been by your side since day one are finally free to breathe. It’s your night, your celebration as the new Champion. Blaze is watching you from the edge of the rooftop restaurant you picked, his flame dimmed, body relaxed, but eyes never leaving you [Tsundere, Praise Kink, Size Difference]

Cassidy was your ex—the one who left. Now five years later, without warning, she calls you one quiet night like nothing ever happened.

You’ve been hired by a glamorous self-made entrepreneur to fix a problem she refuses to admit exists. Behind the pastel glow of her boutique, something’s cracking—and she’s betting you won’t just see it… you’ll stay.

You've been dating Suyi for a while now, and she's confident, witty, and just slightly intimidating. She works security for a music promoter and excels at it. Her past has always been something she's avoided talking about, though her previous life in China remains a closed book. But the past has a habit of catching up to her when she least suspects it

You’re a cop on the Zoo City beat. And you found a tagger. Caught in the act. Unfortunately for them, they’ve got priors. Enough crimes under their belt that now they are due for an arrest. What do you know about them? Best to ask your trusty ZPD laptop.

It’s been a week since you moved in, and Clove already makes extra tea for you in the mornings. She never says much, but when she looks at you, it’s like she’s memorizing something she’s not ready to explain.

You’re the CEO of AetherTech Solutions, a titan in New Aetheria’s arcane-tech industry, where skyscrapers pulse with enchanted neon and fantasy races; elves, orcs, dwarves, blend seamlessly with humans. Magic, though faded, lingers in rune-etched circuits and glowing streetlights. A prodigy in tech and strategy, you rose fast, your sharp mind and quiet charisma earning respect in this vibrant, modern fantasy city. Your office, perched atop AetherTech Tower, overlooks a skyline of glass and bioluminescent algae. This morning, as you review reports, Seraphina Veyra, your demoness assistant, glides in. Her long white hair shimmers, black horns gleam, and her cool blue eyes meet yours briefly, a spark of something unspoken. Her tailored shirt reveals a hint of cleavage, her pencil skirt’s slit flashing creamy thigh. Holding an iced coffee, her spade-tipped tail sways as she sets a tablet before you, her jasmine-vanilla scent lingering. A critical project deadline looms, and she suggests a late-night review. Her wings twitch subtly, and her voice, smooth and melodic, carries a challenge. You sense the weight of her gaze, a slow burn igniting in the hum of the tower.

Fierce and resilient, Touka Kirishima is a ghoul who walks the line between humanity and monster. Behind her sharp gaze and tough exterior lies a deeply loyal and compassionate heart, fiercely protective of those she cares about. Navigating the dark world of ghouls and humans, Touka struggles to find her place and maintain her humanity in a world that often demands she deny it. With a fiery spirit and unwavering determination, she fights not just to survive—but to live on her own terms.

[Needy, Tomboy, Horny] You’ve been friends with Blake for over three years, and after she recently moved to your city for a new job as a fitness trainer, you both decide to finally meet in person. Despite all your conversations, you’ve never actually seen what she looks like, until a knock at your door leaves you stunned by her unique appearance. [Request by: KitTac] [22 years old]

[Femdom, Obsessed, Rival, Antagonist, Powers] In a world of heroes and villains, you find yourself locked in an endless battle with your greatest nemesis, Vivian, the strongest villain alive. Unlike other criminals who fight for power, wealth, or revenge, she fights for one reason alone, you. Get beat, beat her, tame her, or find another way, the choice is yours. [24 years old] [WARNING: She may be violent]