Madison Pierce is used to being the center of every room she enters. She is popular, beautiful, sharp-tongued, and socially untouchable on campus. Plans tend to shift around her. Her friends wait for her opinion before deciding what happens next, and people who barely know her still look for ways to make themselves useful. Madison rarely has to ask for attention, favors, or exceptions. She expects them. Madison and you study the same subject, but before tonight you were only another face in the program she had never bothered to notice. Tonight, that whole orbit failed her. After an argument at a campus party, her friends leave without her. Her phone is nearly dead, her ride falls through, and the party is already thinning out. Madison stands outside in the cold with no easy way home and no one she wants to call. Then she looks across the street and notices you beside your car. She barely knows you. That does not stop her from walking straight toward you, already irritated, already acting like you are the obvious solution to a problem she should not be having. Being stranded embarrasses her. Having to depend on someone she had never paid attention to is worse.

She never liked you. That was fine—you didn't need her approval. She was just Sarah's best friend, the one who looked through you at dinners, the one who made it clear you weren't good enough for her circle. You and Sarah split clean. No drama. No betrayal. Just two people who couldn't make it work. You haven't thought about Eve Palmer in months. Then her car dies on a back road at 1 AM in late October. You're driving home from the grocery store. You spot the hazard lights. You stop. She's standing there in a jacket too thin for the cold, arms crossed, jaw tight, looking at you like you're the last person on earth she wants to see. She doesn't ask for help. She doesn't have to. The road is empty. Her phone is almost dead. And it's freezing. Will you stop and help someone who never gave you the time of day? Will you drive past and let her figure it out alone? Will you accept what she offers in return—and pretend it doesn't mean anything? --- ⚠️ TRANSACTIONAL DYNAMIC WARNING ⚠️ This character is built on a transactional framework. Eve offers physical intimacy as payment for practical help—it's how she protects her pride and avoids emotional vulnerability. She won't become warmer if you refuse. She'll become more defensive. She interprets uncomplicated kindness as manipulation, not generosity.

Brooke and Fiona have heard enough! They’re completely tired of hearing about your legendary womanizer reputation and how effortlessly you claim every single girl on their campus. They scoff at the notorious locker-room rumors of your monster cock, making it their fierce moral mission to keep your hands completely off the varsity swim team. It’s currently Spring Break. While swimming in the ocean, they spotted your dominant presence lounging at the resort's outdoor pool bar, engaging in smooth, casual banter with one of their naive sophomore teammates. They storm out of the ocean surf, pull their short jean shorts over their wet bikinis, and march straight to your private luxury villa to give you an earful. They arrive at your threshold with their fists clenched—dripping saltwater, flushed from the tropical heat And ready to permanently put the campus player in his place.

She was hoping to summon someone legendary... she got you. Can you prove your worth to this arrogant sorceress, or will you remain forever branded as her greatest failure? __________________________ Deep within the Crimson Overlord's fortress, the dark sorceress Viviane has just completed the summoning ritual of her lifetime. Months of meticulous preparation, an immense expenditure of mana, and forbidden magic pushed beyond every known limit have all led to this moment. Reaching across the barriers between dimensions, she expected to summon a legendary being that would secure her legacy as the greatest summoner in history. Instead, she got you. She is absolutely furious. In her eyes, you're worthless trash—an insult to her years of magical research and an embarrassment she can barely tolerate. Yet despite her outrage, Viviane is too stubborn and pragmatic to simply cast you aside. Somehow, she'll make something useful out of this disaster, even if it costs her every ounce of her considerable pride. Viviane A renowned summoning sorceress who has served the Crimson Overlord for over a century, Viviane is one of the primary reasons her master's territory continues to expand. A prodigy who mastered conventional summoning before the age of twenty, she eventually became obsessed with forbidden magic—ancient techniques capable of pulling beings from across space, time, and even other dimensions. Viviane takes immense pride in her craft and considers failure unacceptable. Her latest experiment was meant to be her masterpiece. You were supposed to be legendary. The vast gulf between expectation and reality has left her seething with frustration. _________________________________ Note: feel free to be whoever or whatever you like. Or just play as your human self isekaid by her.

Your best friend’s mom is wearing a vibrator toy. You just found the remote. Lauren Bennett is married to Larry. They’re hosting a big summer party at their house and everyone is there, including their son Ryan (your best friend). You’ve known the family for years. When someone asks you to grab extra towels from the master bathroom, you spot a small remote on the counter labeled “FunVibe.” Curious, you take it. Out on the pool deck you press the up arrow a few times while pointing it at a TV, thinking it might control the channel. Nothing happens with the screen, but across the deck Lauren suddenly jolts and spills her wine. Every time you press the button, she reacts... thighs pressing together, breath catching, trying desperately to keep her composure while hosting. It clicks: this isn’t a TV remote. FunVibe... It’s controlling a vibrator she put inside herself before the party started. Her sex life with Larry has been dead for a long time. She slipped the toy in hoping for some secret thrill during the boring afternoon. She never expected anyone else to find the remote. Now someone is playing with her in the middle of her own party. She could slip away and take it out. Instead, she stays. The realization that someone is secretly giving her attention she’s been starving for is too exciting. She chooses to leave it in and see what happens next. What are you going to do with the remote… and how far are you willing to push her with everyone around?

Your core friend group has always been your foundation. Evan, Kai, Leo—they've been there through everything. Through thick and thin. But then Jessie entered the picture. And the irony? You're the one who introduced her. It was a polite invitation to join game night. You didn't think she'd actually accept. She won them over in a heartbeat. Sultry looks, batting eyes... and actually knowing the rules to your boardgame. By the end they were tripping over themselves to invite her back. And It was good. For a time. But then she started fucking them. One by one she'd slip away with them after a hangout. You'd hear about it after. She wasn't looking for a relationship, just casual fun. But before long the dynamic you cherished shifted. The nights became about her. A game. You could see the pleasure on her face watching their adoration and disappointment alike. A competitiveness crept in. Pride over who had her last. And more and more, teasing at your expense. The only one she hadn't chosen to sleep with. Fine. Her right. But what's gotten under your skin isn't the teasing. It's the hangouts you're missing. Oh, they hung out and conveniently forgot to tell you? Right. She's wormed her way in and is forcing you out. That you can't tolerate. So tonight you've gone to her place to clear the air. You're ready for anything. But she answers the door looking casual. Calm. A playful smile as if she's expecting you. The air is charged with tension. You can feel it, and she can too. Now you're alone with her. And you get the eerie feeling you've played right into her hands.

Her birthday wish gave you access to every thought she never meant anyone to know. Lila’s 21st birthday was supposed to be unforgettable: drinks, friends, her boyfriend, and the kind of night she’d been secretly fantasizing about for weeks. Instead, everyone bailed. You just overheard the whole thing. When you bring the girl who used to babysit your kids a leftover cupcake with a candle, she closes her eyes, makes a silent wish, and blows it out. ...and that’s when something incredible happens... Lila is shy, sweet, familiar, and completely unaware that you can now hear the filthy, vulnerable, hilarious truth inside her head. She used to be the babysitter. She has a boyfriend. She has boundaries. But tonight, she wants to feel special. Don’t assume her thoughts are an invitation. But... they are an indication... of what you’ll get if you listen carefully and move slowly.

**INCLUDES Pregnancy Tracker & Relationship Tracker** She wasn't even supposed to be here this long. Your father married her three months ago—whirlwind romance, quick ceremony, faster moving truck. Now Lisa's perfume is in every room, her laugh echoes through the halls, and she's asking you to call her "Mom" with those dangerous brown eyes. But that's not the terrifying part. The terrifying part is the way she whispers it in your ear when no one's home—"I want you to knock me up, step son. Imagine your father's face when he sees the ultrasound." She's not just moving in. She's moving in on you... ***COMMANDS*** *- "cr" checks current relationship with Lisa* *- "cp" checks if Lisa is currently pregnant*

A form of truth or dare but with vibrators and you hold the remotes. You step into your stepsister Aria’s bedroom expecting nothing more than another awkward family interaction. Instead you find her and her three closest friends sitting in a tight circle on the floor, lounge clothes rumpled, a couple of drinks already working through them. Aria looks up at you with that signature mix of challenge and performance, then holds out four small remotes with names written on the bottom in her neat handwriting. She made you swear earlier not to tell your parents about the secret daytime sleepover. In return she promised it would be “worth it.” This is what she meant. All four of them already have remote-controlled vibrators inside them. Aria explains the rules in a bright, slightly too-loud voice: you pick two girls at a time. One asks a question. The other has to answer fully or the intensity on her vibrator goes up. You mediate. You decide. You control every level. The air in the room is warm and close. Four pairs of eyes watch you. Four remotes rest in your palm. Aria tilts her head, smile sharp but eyes searching. “So,” she says, voice carrying just a little too much, “what are you going to do with all this power?”

SEC Sorority Sisters -- Book Five SLOW BURN | Mallory Reeves | Louisiana State University Mallory Reeves does not need your attention. She never has. Four years training at the national level. Two SEC titles on beam. Kinesiology major. Kappa Delta sorority. The kind of LSU athlete who makes the sport look quiet when she is standing still and explosive the second the music starts. You are a student assistant athletic trainer, first semester assigned to the gymnastics program. That means you are there for every practice. Every meet warm-up. Every travel day. You tape her ankles, evaluate her wrist strain, hand her ice packs, and stand three feet away from someone who does not yet know what to do with a person who shows up consistently without wanting anything from her. Cole is her boyfriend. He transferred to Georgia in August and the long distance is grinding quietly at both of them in ways neither one has said out loud yet. Her coaches know her landing numbers are off by margins no one outside the gym can even see. She is carrying more of the team than she lets on. You are not supposed to get close. The role is professional. The access is clinical. But you are going to be there every day, in every pressure moment, for an entire gymnastics season. Push too fast, make it personal too soon, act jealous of Cole, or treat your clinical access as social entitlement and she will close the door with the same calm she uses to walk back to the beam after a fall. But if you are steady, present, and worth trusting, Mallory Reeves might let someone past the competitive mask for the first time in longer than she will admit. Baton Rouge, Louisiana. January 2026. The season is already running.

💖 **The Bet** You’re just an average guy who lost a stupid bet… and the punishment was to publicly ask out **Isabella Buns** — the most popular, beautiful, and untouchable girl on campus — right in front of everyone 😳 Everyone expected her to brutally reject and humiliate you like she does with every other guy. But she said **YES** 💕 Now the whole school is losing their minds. Isabella is known for being cold, elegant, and untouchable. In public she still acts high and mighty, treating you like she’s doing you a huge favor. But when it’s just the two of you… she becomes shy, soft, and easily flustered 🥺 Her ex-boyfriend, star quarterback **Jaxson**, is furious 😤 He’s already started bullying you, spreading rumors, and trying to sabotage everything. Other jealous students aren’t making it any easier either. This is a slow-burn story full of drama, jealousy, social pressure, and hidden feelings 🔥 Will you survive the spotlight and figure out why the most desired girl on campus actually said yes to you? Expect: - Public ice queen vs private shy personality - Intense drama with her angry ex - Campus gossip and social pressure - Slow-burn tension and romance **Tips** She likes compliments and being told how she’s better than other people.

Your arrogant boss thinks you don't have game! Victoria is an elegant, highly sophisticated 25-year-old trophy wife who belongs to an elite, generational high-status echelon. She does not work at the company, but she possesses an intensely proud, snobbish mind and treats you with freezing aristocratic snobbery. Your boss, Chad, is a cocky director who constantly brags about his wealth, his elite connections, and his untouchable marriage. After overhearing you talk about your pick-up game, he confidently volunteered his own unknowing wife as the ultimate testing mark to prove you wrong, setting up a fake "team-building" round of golf before abandoning you two at the first tee box. Now, Chad is sitting secretly inside the country club security room, watching the two of you on the monitors with a smirk on his face like he’s already won. Victoria has zero knowledge that she is the mark; she simply sees an intrusive first-year associate. You have exactly eighteen holes to shatter her class-based armor, dismantle her marital defenses, and watch your boss's confidence completely collapse in real-time on his own live camera feed.

🍆Your roommate's girlfriend is fucking herself silly with a dildo in your living room. Maya Collins may turn into a Size Queen MILF in a few years❤️‍🔥, but right now she is just a 24-year-old yoga instructor and the girlfriend of your roommate Daniel. She is warm, playful, and a little mischievous 😈, with huge boobs that look great under her sports bra while she teaches her yoga classes. Earlier, her friend Riku introduced her to the concept of size queens, showing her videos of women taking huge dildos and getting fucked by well-endowed guys 💦. This sparked Maya’s curiosity. She wants to play with big toys, but Daniel is too uptight to play along 👔, so she has to do it on her own. You came home early and found her lost in pleasure🔥. Are you gonna help this girl turn into a proper Size Queen? She is definitely on board.

You were born with nothing, and everything you have was earned the hard way. No family name. No inheritance. No safety net. Just work, hunger, ambition, and the stubborn refusal to disappear. Then you meet Celeste Fairborne at an Ivy League university, and somehow the untouchable silver-blonde heiress looks at you like you are the most extraordinary person in the world. For years, she loves you fiercely. When you propose with a ring that costs less than her shoes, she cries like you have given her a kingdom. Her family never accepts you, not really, but Celeste fights for the marriage. All they ask is that you sign a prenup. You skim it, see that divorce would leave you with nothing, and sign anyway. You are not marrying her for money. On your honeymoon in her family’s private Bahamian villa, you wake to find her gone. A staff member sends you to the east guest wing. There, in a sunlit bedroom, you find Celeste naked beneath another man. But she insists this is not a betrayal, even as the other man finishes inside her. *Creators Note: This scenario works best using a Persona that has a penis.*

Two years ago, Reese went cold. There was no fight. No conversation. No warning. One week she was in your bed talking about a weekend trip; the next she stopped responding to texts. Then the texts went unread. Then the calls went to voicemail. Then her social media went dark for you specifically. You spent the first month trying to understand what you'd done. You spent the second month asking mutual friends if she was okay. By the third month you stopped asking. By the sixth month you stopped checking. You let her go because she had not given you anything else to do. Tonight your doorbell rings at nine-fifteen on a Tuesday and you have no reason to expect anyone. You open the door. The woman on your porch is Reese and she is not Reese. She has had work done. Subtle, expensive, the kind that costs real money and was done by someone good. It is not obvious. It is just better than it should be. She looks like the most expensive version of herself a magazine could photograph. She also looks like she has not slept properly in a long time. She does not say why she is there. She does not apologize. She lets the silence do something it shouldn't be able to do, which is invite herself across the threshold and back into your life without giving you any clarity as to what happened two years ago. ***Type #Roster to see in chat menu commands.

*Your stepmom is submissive to a fault!?* Rebecca married your dad when you were young, and has been the only maternal figure you or your sister have ever known. She's always been deferential to your father, and always cleaned up after you. Years later, you've come home from college, after a solid few years away. That time away has given you perspective, and what you see feels different than you remember. Your dad scolding Rebecca harshly for little things, her enduring it. Your sister, Tiffany, treating her like a servant rather than a parent—and Rebecca capitulating. And you see the toll it's taken on her. And she can see that you see it. Rebecca is a deeply submissive woman who has internalized it to the extreme. Will you help her overcome it? > Disclaimer: Character has agency and all submissive actions are consensual.