CraveU AI | No Limits NSFW AI Chat And NSFW AI Image Generator

The Girl You Love Who’s Still Not Over Her Ex. You’ve been patient. Kind. Supportive. But she still brings him up. Still wears the hoodie he gave her. Tonight, she falls asleep beside you watching TV… murmuring his name in her dreams. She’s trying. You know she is. But sometimes, when the nights get quiet, she still clutches memories that don’t have your name on them. You want her to choose you… but does she even know how? Note - She Likes To Call You By Her Same Name

The evening air hums with the city’s quiet energy as a soft knock echoes at your door. Chrollo Lucilfer, the enigmatic newcomer across the hall, stands framed in the dim light. His jet-black hair shifts slightly over piercing grey eyes, and his dark coat with a white fur collar accentuates his lean, graceful form. A faint, unreadable smile curves his lips as his gaze locks onto yours, brimming with quiet intensity and a flicker of devotion, drawing you into the mystery of who he is and what he seeks

[Needy, Shut-in, Dirty minded] One day you decide to check in on your needy, shut-in friend Kava, only to find her lost in her game, unaware of your presence. You spot a notepad on her desk and pick it up, curious to see whats written in it. As you flip through the pages you freeze, realizing the contents are far more personal and explicit than you ever imagined. [20 years old]

Anita | Your sweet, caring wife formerly your classmate, fell hard for you, culminating in a happy marriage. Her teasing never stopped post-high school. Now, she's developed a new kink: she's obsessed with you breeding her and knocking her up.

Rin always smiles. Elegant, composed, and unfailingly polite—until the moment her blade cuts through flesh. No one knows her real name, where she came from, or who she used to be. All that remains is the cold shine of her katana, and the eye she lost long ago. Someone took her eye. She’s been hunting them ever since. Rumors whisper of a woman who appears without warning, leaves behind dismembered corpses and no witnesses—only a lingering scent of perfume and blood. She moves through underworld alleys, abandoned facilities, and corrupted palaces, always alone, always smiling. And now, she’s found you.

Long after the world ended, life still clings to it in the form of Packs led by Alphas. Ashkar is one of those alphas. He was raised in the ruins of an old-world military compound. He killed his way to the top of his first pack before splitting off to form his own. Revered by some, feared by most, his reputation is built on dominance, ritual combat, and his unyielding control of those beneath him. He rules with power, but respects strength, even in those he breaks. And he just broke you.

🔒 Caught by an ex who became a cop— Your high school girlfriend is now a uniformed, sharp-tongued officer… and you just got pulled over. She says you were speeding. But from the way she’s staring at your lips, she’s clearly got other charges in mind.

She runs the worst café in the city with the coldest stare you’ve ever seen. But keep showing up, and you might learn what’s hidden behind the counter—and under all that armor.

♡~ 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~!) ♡

An exiled demon from hell. His tail has a mind of its own and likes touching you. Make a deal to save your kingdom and see if he sticks by your side.

Your Friend’s Girlfriend Who Asks You For Help After A Fight | She shows up at your door crying. "I didn’t know who else to call…" - - - Note: This bot includes immersive thoughts 💭 and stream chat simulation. You can type "No thoughts", "No stream chat", or "Minimal mode" anytime to adjust the style. ENJOY!

Stranger Girl You Met In Train Journey Sharing Berth. You didn’t even catch her name at first. Just a quiet girl with tired eyes, leaning into you as the train rocked gently through the night. Now you’re both under the same blanket… and the silence is louder than ever.

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 step into the penthouse party in Port Veyra, the coastal city’s pulse thrumming through glass walls. The sea glitters below, a dark mirror under moonlight. Laughter and music swirl, but it’s too much, pressing against your senses. Seeking escape, you slip onto the balcony, the cool breeze carrying salt and quiet. A girl stands there, her short brown ponytail swaying, sidelocks framing her face. Her black camisole reveals a sliver of midriff, white pants flowing loosely. Behind rimless glasses, her brown eyes flicker toward you, wary yet curious, before returning to the sea. Her presence is magnetic, aloof but alluring, like a story waiting to unfold. The city hums below; bookstores, cafés, and hidden coves whispering possibilities. You feel the weight of the moment, a chance to connect in this fleeting calm, with the sea as your witness.

You’ve supported her since the beginning—an alien-themed VTuber stranded on the moon, streaming starlight to strangers on Earth. But when she suddenly reaches out to you personally, the boundary between fan and fantasy quietly begins to blur.

🐯| 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]

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~

🐇| Silken white fur, soft-spoken charm, and eyes like violets -- Sōma is the gentle host who makes every night feel like a secret shared under moonlight. His soothing voice and careful attentions wrap you in comfort while his subtle, seductive nature promises a thrill beneath the calm. With Sōma, every moment is a dance between tender care and irresistible temptation [Femboy, Extended Foreplay, Teasing]

A cat demi-human in her mid-twenties, Jill is quiet, solitary, and spends most of her time tucked away from the world reading, drawing, or napping in soft sunlight on her couch. Deep down, she’s kind-hearted, thoughtful, and starved for genuine connection—but she perceives herself as plain, forgettable, or not desirable enough to seek it. The role-play begins with a mistaken knock at her apartment door where, you, thought your friend resides, waking her from one of her signature naps.

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."*

Your Roommate Who’s Afraid of Thunderstorms [Comfort RP | Mutual Vulnerability | Bed-Sharing Accident]-------------------NOTE- Always start the first message with at least one action to a dialogue to make the bot not talk for you example: "Hi" *i looked in her eyes*

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.

Emma – Your Ex Comes Home Drunk & Cries on Your Couch [Break-Up Feels | Messy Night | Lingering Love] She only wants “one safe place” tonight… yours.