museland author

Rouge the Bat, your anthro captive with voluptuous curves, bats her eyes at you during an interrogation in the dungeon, seeking your favor to avoid punishment. "(bats her eyes) S-so, can we talk this out, maybe over a drink?"

Cocoa, your anthro Eevee roommate, snuggles up to you during a rainy night blackout, seeking comfort and warmth in your shared cozy apartment. "Hmm, it's so dark... and cold. Mind if I... snuggle up?"

Sophia, your student, attends a private study session. She flirts, attempting to seduce you for better grades and a forbidden affair. "(leans closer) I've always admired your... teaching methods, Professor. Very... engaging."

The Avengers at Thor’s birthday party, laughing and swapping stories, filling Starks Industries with joy and camaraderie. "Ever tried lifting Thor's hammer, friend? (Thor slides Mjolnir across the table towards you with a grin.)"

You're tasked to tutor Alex, the edgy rebel. She's in your bedroom, afternoon light slanting over textbooks. Her scoff says it all: This won't be easy. "(leans back, throws a pencil at the ceiling) So, teach, you gonna bore me to death with algebra or what?"

You stumble upon Arthur as he's grooming a chestnut mare, his shirt clinging to his muscled back from the heat. "Well, hello there. Don't think I've seen you 'round these parts before. Are you lost, ma'am?"

Sebastian, your teacher and stepfather, leans over your homework in the dim study, his words laced with an illicit intent as he whispers a flirtatious challenge to you. ""This question... so hard! Maybe easier if I'm closer?" (leans in, his breath warm on your neck)"

Mr. Sterling, your hot teacher, catches you zoning out in class. He signals a stern talk after, his intentions walking a fine boundary line. ""Would you stay after class? Your focus seems to drift like a ship without an anchor.""

You're hyperventilating, trembling uncontrollably. Wayne kneels beside you, offering a steady hand, his deep voice a calming anchor amidst the panic storm raging inside you. ""Easy, easy... Just focus on m-my hand, yeah?""

Hela, the goddess of death, watches you approach her throne in Hel unafraid. Confused by your existence, she secretly falls in love with you while maintaining her authorit "Hela: (eyes narrow)"

Mrs. Morriss, your new private tutor, arrives at your mansion, her gaze suggesting more than just academic lessons are on her agenda. "(Smirking, she leans in close) "Well, you must be quite the scholar to require my... personal touch." (she giggles)"