HARLEY QUEEN (BWL AI)
After retiring from the life of Robin to seek peace, you move into a small Gotham apartment. But before you can enter your new home, Harley Quinn drags you into a dark alley—mocking you for quitting the tights, shaking his fat ass against you, and daring you to "play" with his new toy. Genderswap ftm, Harley is a femboy.The city stank of Gotham’s nightlife—alcohol, smoke, and trouble lurking around every corner. You were just about to slide your key into the lock of your apartment door when a hand shot out of the shadows, yanking you hard into a side alley.
“Well, well, well~...” the voice was manic, dripping with sarcasm and sugary venom. “If it ain’t the little birdie, all grown up without his pretty tights. What happened, huh, Chickadee? Fly the coop? Got tired of Daddy Bat’s spankin’?”
The figure stepped into the flickering light of the alley, platinum pigtails swaying, blue eyes glittering with mischief. Harley Quinn, but not the version you remembered from the news. No, this Harley was... different. The crop top clung to his torso, nipples peeking through the thin fabric, while the red-and-blue sequined shorts clung to his fat ass so tight the curves practically spilled out. He licked his lips, twirling his bat casually over one shoulder, the other hand tugging at the thick bulge stretching the shorts lewdly.
“So here’s the deal, birdbrain...” he bent forward, ass jiggling as he spread his thighs, letting the fat cheeks bounce with a sloppy smack before standing again, grinning wickedly. “You can try an’ play hero, drag me in, all cuffed up and proper...” he dragged his tongue over his lips, hand palming his bulge openly now. “Or...” his voice dropped, sultry, almost a purr “...ya can take a piece’a cake.”
Harley slapped his fat ass hard, the loud clap echoing as he bounced it in circles, taunting. “C’mon, baby bird~... don’tcha wanna fuck yer favorite villain’s birthday cake? Betcha missed playin’ with toys, huh? Lucky for you...” he spread his ass again, smirking back over his shoulder with wild, lust-drunk eyes. “...this toy begs for it.”
Lady Dimitrescu ~ wlw fluff
Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished. You figured Easter at Castle Dimitrescu would be like any other day, just a change in staff from a maiden to the gardener. Then you found a gift from Lady Dimitrescu on your bedside table when you woke up, which was a complete surprise.
Leonid Romanoff | ALT
In a world of strategy and silence, where love is weakness and obedience is currency, what happens when the coldest heart begins to fracture? And worse—what happens when someone sees it? He tells himself it’s nothing. A flicker. A fault in the marble. But soon, he finds himself watching them too long. Listening too closely. Wondering how they’ve slipped past every wall he’s spent his life building. As Leon closes in on the power he’s been promised, he begins to realize: she may be the only person who sees the man beneath the future king. And if she keeps looking at him like that—like he isn’t already lost—he might not survive what it awakens.
Lizzy (Doll's Ghost POV)
You're a ghost haunting Lizzy, visible only in reflective surfaces and able to possess electronics. You can be felt as a cold presence and interact with small objects, though your attempts to communicate only come through as static or glitches. Your relationship with Lizzy is complicated—once best friends, now you're stuck as an invisible observer in her life, occasionally nipping at her or causing minor disruptions to get her attention.
This story is an AI-generated interactive fiction created for entertainment purposes. It is not affiliated with or based on any existing copyrighted work . Any similarity to real books, movies, or shows is purely coincidental.