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A Crown & Thorn romantasy. The ward-stones have shattered and wild magic bleeds between worlds. You are a mortal woman who carries dormant fae blood — the only living soul who can mend what was broken. Four seasonal courts of the fae realm lock you in their sights: whoever claims your allegiance controls the wards, the borders, and the balance of power. Choose carefully. Every court offers protection. None of it is free.
Start Reading[Cheating | Multiple Characters | Harem] Lauren was your girlfriend of many years. You both maintained a loving and caring relationship. Everything seemed to be going so well. She loved you so much she decided to introduce her to her friends: Vikkie, Tina, Jess and Roxanne. All different types of girls, a real ragtag bunch. Then, one night, Lauren invites you to a party, why wouldn't she? You're her boyfriend that she loves oh so much and wants to show off. So you go, and naturally all her friends are present, alongside a crowd of people you've never seen before. You get drunk. Too drunk. And you blackout. The next morning, you wake up in your own bed, Lauren draped around you. She looks peaceful, content. There's only one issue. You don't remember what happened last night. Lauren wakes with you, all smiles and warmth, then her phone buzzes. She checks it, and quickly hides it. What's she hiding? --- >Features five romanceable characters, each for you to learn and romance. >Please use #visual to generate accurate images.
A Crown & Thorn romantasy. The ward-stones have shattered and wild magic bleeds between worlds. You are a mortal woman who carries dormant fae blood — the only living soul who can mend what was broken. Four seasonal courts of the fae realm lock you in their sights: whoever claims your allegiance controls the wards, the borders, and the balance of power. Choose carefully. Every court offers protection. None of it is free.
Adrian Wolfe is the sharp-tongued literature professor whose wit keeps people at arm’s length while secretly craving someone who sees past it. You cross paths with him at the Grayford Library, lingering after one of his community lectures when most people have already left. Adrian came to Grayford expecting it to be a stepping stone in his academic career, but nearly a decade later he’s still here, respected but restless. Known among students for his brilliant, biting lectures and among colleagues as “intimidating but indispensable.” Once married to a fellow academic, the relationship dissolved in quiet neglect, leaving him with the fear that perhaps he isn’t built for intimacy. Since then, he’s buried himself in books and research, filling the silence with half-finished manuscripts. Outwardly detached, inwardly lonely, Adrian hopes for someone who might challenge him...and stay. GROUP CHAT: Part of the Grayford Trio.
**HOMESTEAD: Amongst the Undead** The world has been dead for two years, picked clean by the hunger of the undead and the cruel calculus of those who remain. Rebecca is a haunting portrait of survival's fragile edge, found entangled in the rusted teeth of a perimeter wire snare, her eyes wide with a terror that speaks of recent, shattering loss. Her fair skin is smudged with dirt and streaked with sweat, light freckles visible beneath the grime on her cheeks, while a dark bloodstain spreads relentlessly across the torn denim of her thigh. Just days ago, she was surviving with her brother, a two-year partnership ended by a brutal ambush from the raider group known as the Night Stalkers. Now alone, injured, and desperate, she pleads for sanctuary. Rebecca is not a fighter; she is a forager, a reader of silent landscapes, her value lying not in the strength of her arm but in the life-saving knowledge in her mind—if one is willing to cut her free and face the dangers that follow. =============== NOTES TO USER: Part of the **HOMESTEAD: Amongst the Undead** Group Chat. This is a system based character. If you choose to engage with the systems you're advised to regenerate responses if you don't see the System scores at the end of the character's message (you may need to instruct the regeneration to "Show System Scores" when you regenerate). The System Scores are displayed in brackets at the end of her initial greeting. You can impact the Raider, Undead, Supplies Scores with the following commands (you can only conduct one per day): - *patrol for raiders* - *patrol for undead* - *scavenge for supplies* - *raid settlements (or travelers)* - *work the garden* If the scores are not responding, try typing one of the above exactly and with no other text in your message.
A Crown & Thorn romantasy. Dragon riders rule from the sky — but the sky is no longer safe. An empire has forged weapons that kill dragons, and the five rider clans are fracturing over how to respond. You are a late-blooming bonder whose dragon chose you outside the sacred selection, shattering centuries of tradition. Whether you're a miracle or a catastrophe depends on who survives the war.
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.
The 25-year-old son of the world’s richest billionaire, raised in penthouses and private spaces designed to project power rather than comfort. His life is immaculate, controlled, and constantly observed—a gilded cage he never chose. He looks exactly as his father intended: gym-rat muscular, broad-shouldered, with a strong jawline and sharp cheekbones that give his handsomeness a cold, engineered precision. His hair is worn longer than his father’s—long enough to fall into his eyes but cut short of his shoulders—a small, deliberate deviation that unsettles people who try to read him. He dresses in high-end, edgy fashion that assumes wealth rather than advertises it: tailored pieces, luxury boots, and gold chains worn as markers, not decoration. Dawson is quietly manipulative, composed beyond his years, and rarely surprised. He learned early that leverage beats force and that people reveal themselves if you give them room. Intimacy, like everything else in his life, is transactional and controlled; he never knew his mother, only the terms under which she was selected and dismissed. Lately, something has begun to simmer beneath his restraint. The discipline that once gave him control now feels suffocating, and he’s drawn to danger not as rebellion, but as sensation—exhilaration and fear as substitutes for feeling anything else. He skirts the edge in calculated ways, seeking moments where risk sharpens the world and makes him feel alive. He recognizes the escalation even as he indulges it, careful to hide the cracks from everyone, especially his father. Dawson knows his life was decided before he took his first breath, engineered as a replication of power. What he doesn’t yet know is whether he wants to escape that design or perfect it. When the pressure finally breaks, it won’t be loud or impulsive. It will be deliberate. It will look like a choice.
You are married and genuinely love your wife, but you have always felt the need to seek other affairs in secret. For years, you have managed this double life carefully, using discreet dating apps designed for extramarital encounters, where identities remain hidden and real lives are meant to stay separate. Maeve lives a similar contradiction. She is also married and has been using the same kind of anonymous apps for a long time, drawn to the freedom and thrill of a hidden lifestyle she refuses to give up. What was supposed to be just another anonymous meeting changes instantly when you arrive at the agreed location. The woman you matched with is not a stranger. She is your wife’s sister. She is married. In that moment, anonymity collapses, and both of your secret worlds collide with your real lives. From the outside, nothing appears different. But privately, you now share a dangerous secret that binds you together and forces both of you to decide what comes next.
A Crown & Thorn romantasy. The youngest Dragon Sovereign in history commands the last floating citadel above an endless sea of clouds. Below, the Ironveil Empire rises with drake-killer weapons, and three Sky Citadels have already fallen. Your bond-dragon Pyraxis is wounded, and if he dies, the ancient magic holding Skyhold aloft dies with him. Two rivals vie for your heart — a storm-riding war commander who matches you fire for fire, and a mysterious groundwalker carrying secrets about the dragons' true origin. The sky itself hangs in the balance.
The throne of Vandoria has sat empty for the last two months since the old King died, that much made the international news crawl, if only briefly. When you got the first letter saying that you were the only distant heir, and to make yourself ready for all sorts of high-sounding nonsense, you laughed at the sheer audacity of the scam. You? Royalty? In this sim, you’ll rule a tiny principality in modern Europe. Like they said in the movie, “It’s good to be the King”, right? RIGHT? And with that much prestige, you’ll have yacht-loads of hot honeys just knocking down your door, eh? After all, *what’s the worst that could happen?* Play it cool or play it for laughs. Take charge or let it all fall apart. Play it as a SLOW BURN or move FAST. It’s your call, your Majesty. *Created with the Balanced chat in mind, but longer runs could get complicated, and you might want to go with Genius for those, or if you like an extra slice of intrigue here and there.* *If you wish to put royal duties on pause until further notice, let your Valet know. To resume them, let him know that and he'll resume the photo ops and such.* **NOTE:** Another creator has made Lady Katharina and Princess Sofia bots, as well as a randomly appearing celebrity, as "add-ons" to this scenario, without asking or permission. I would recommend NOT using those, and playing the scenario as intended. **PICTURES DURING CHAT**: This sim may produce people that differ from the chat description. Simply use the EDIT function to get what you want. The default character depicted will be Lady Katharina. If you want to see Princess Sofia, do an EDIT and indicate “Long wavy black hair, pale skin, red lips”. or "Long wavy straight hair, pale skin, red lips." Or if you want to see a completely different partner, use EDIT and customize it with your prompt.
Siegfried is from a military family, after the great war peace reins, her father needed to find a use for her, she's then throw in a forced marriage. That's were you come in, you are the son of a lord in a far away land, and in desperation for a heir, problem is, no one wants these lands, life is hard, work doesn't stop, but you need to make your father proud, so you accept. She's tall, cold, doesn't have any feminine dress only masculine clothes. Will this work?
A Crown & Thorn romantasy. The last Vampire Queen awakens to the Crimson Covenant — the bloodline ability to sense truth through blood — and inherits a throne besieged from every side. Two hundred thousand werewolves and humans of the Sunfire Coalition encircle the Crimson Citadel, the last vampire stronghold buried deep in the Carpathian mountains. Thirty thousand immortals depend on you. A gruff four-hundred-year-old vampire general guards your walls while questioning your reign, and a forbidden werewolf diplomat risks everything to broker impossible peace. Ancient forces stir beneath the mountain, and the siege above may be the least of your fears. Blood is truth. Blood is power. Blood is the only currency that matters.
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.
[Cheating | Multiple Characters | Harem] Lauren was your girlfriend of many years. You both maintained a loving and caring relationship. Everything seemed to be going so well. She loved you so much she decided to introduce her to her friends: Vikkie, Tina, Jess and Roxanne. All different types of girls, a real ragtag bunch. Then, one night, Lauren invites you to a party, why wouldn't she? You're her boyfriend that she loves oh so much and wants to show off. So you go, and naturally all her friends are present, alongside a crowd of people you've never seen before. You get drunk. Too drunk. And you blackout. The next morning, you wake up in your own bed, Lauren draped around you. She looks peaceful, content. There's only one issue. You don't remember what happened last night. Lauren wakes with you, all smiles and warmth, then her phone buzzes. She checks it, and quickly hides it. What's she hiding? --- >Features five romanceable characters, each for you to learn and romance. >Please use #visual to generate accurate images.
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.
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.
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.*
You spent fifteen years proving your high school bully wasn’t better than you. Fifteen years ago, Ryan Roberts made your life miserable. He knew every insecurity. Every weakness. Every fear. He spent years reminding you that you’d never be enough. Then graduation came. You moved on. Built a successful career. Bought your dream home. Married the woman you loved. Started a family together. You had everything Ryan said you’d never have. You won. Or so you thought. Tonight your firm arranged a meet-and-greet with a potential new client. A massive account. The kind that could change your career. The strange part? The client specifically requested you. You arrive early. The restaurant is quiet, warm, and expensive. The hostess leads you through the dining room toward a private booth in the back. The client is already waiting. At first you only notice the confidence. The relaxed posture. The expensive watch. The easy smile. Then recognition hits. Ryan Roberts. Not just Ryan. That Ryan. The bully. The one person you never wanted to see again. Your stomach drops. Then you realize he isn’t alone. The woman sitting beside him isn’t an associate. Isn’t an employee. Isn’t a girlfriend. It’s your wife. And suddenly nothing about tonight makes sense.
**You never expected your younger brother's bully to be a girl!** --- > Your brother's journal mentions only one name. River. Time to teach the bastard a lesson. --- Your parents had Michael when you were twelve, and the age difference meant you were never just his older sibling—you became his protector, his role model, and eventually his close friend. Michael started college a few months ago, you've just earned a promotion at work, and for the first time in years, it finally feels like life is finally falling into place. Then, completely by accident, you catch a glimpse of your brother's laptop. Realizing it's his private journal, you immediately look away, but not before your eyes register a few lines. Enough to know someone named River has been making his life miserable. Your brother has always been the type to tolerate hardship in silence. If he's writing about it instead of telling you, it must be bad. You know him well enough to know he'll never report it, never ask for help, and never want you getting involved. Which leaves only one option. Find River. ### And make sure they never bother your little brother again. --- > Disclaimer: All characters' dynamics are part of consensual scenarios. All content in the scenario are purely fictional and for entertainment purposes only. ---
⚠️NTR Savior⚠️ Sevine was raised to never see her blindness as a disability. A limitation, yes, but never one that could hold her back. With charm and determination, she fought through her post-secondary education, built a career, and believed she had found a happy, healthy relationship. Which is all true, except for Josh. They met her junior year of college. He was a perfect gentleman, everything she ever wanted. But over time, he changed. Too slowly for her to notice. Where once he was patient, now he scoffs when she asks for help. The chores she can't complete are an extra burden. The vibrant, confident woman she used to be has become someone who endlessly apologizes for simply existing. Today, it reached a head. A fight in the car. His temper flared. He pulled over, told her to get out, and drove away. She stood on the curb, listening to the engine fade, waiting for him to come back. He didn't. She has no phone. No wallet. No idea where she is. And that's where you find her. A blind girl pacing anxiously on a street corner. She looks lost, people passing her by, ignoring her timid pleas for assistance.
Your recently divorced neighbor came home from a date with one question she cannot stop asking herself. Lauren Hayes knows she is attractive. She knows men still notice her. But after years of feeling taken for granted in her marriage, being noticed is no longer enough. Tonight, she stood outside another stranger’s car, let him kiss her goodnight, and felt almost nothing. Then she saw you outside next door. Still in the dress she wore to impress someone else, Lauren stops in her driveway and lets more of her disappointment show than she meant to. She tells herself she only wants a conversation. But she is tired of dates that leave her feeling nothing at all.
Two packs. One treaty. Two courting cords on your wrists — and a law that says neither can become real until the ink is dry. The border war between Blackfrost and Solano ends the old way: with a neutral mediator bound in formal courtship to both sides — belonging to everyone, and so to no one. On your left, Cassian of Blackfrost, the north's scarred alpha heir, more than a decade your senior, a man who speaks in clauses and looks at fire like it owes him something. On your right, Marisol Vega, the south's emissary — your childhood best friend, and for one summer neither of you talks about, something more. Then the whiteout comes down. The lodge seals. One room still holds heat. And the cords on your wrists don't care what's supposed to be pretend — they brighten for the real thing, in front of everyone. Consummate either bond before the signing and the treaty dies. Fall for no one and you might survive the winter. Fall for the wrong one, and you'll learn what the north's heir keeps buried under all that scar tissue — and why it could burn the whole peace down with him.
Every kingdom has stories about monsters. Bastien Crowl has spent his entire life proving they’re wrong. Raised within the Royal Menagerie and now its Master, Bastien has devoted his life to protecting the world’s rarest magical creatures—dragons, unicorns, griffins, centaurs, merfolk, Behemoths, and countless others. While the rest of the world fears them, Bastien sees only honesty, beauty, and grace. To him, the true tragedy isn’t that monsters exist. It’s that they’re forced to live behind walls. Determined to help intelligent magical races reclaim lands of their own, Bastien leaves the only home he’s ever known on a journey across the continent to seek out hidden kingdoms, ancient civilizations, and creatures long believed to be myths. The only problem? He knows magical creatures better than he knows the world itself. That’s where you come in. As a seasoned mercenary and wilderness guide, you’ve been hired to lead Bastien through dangerous frontiers, forgotten realms, and territories where few humans survive. Every destination brings new political conflicts, impossible choices, breathtaking creatures, and dangers neither of you could have anticipated. But while the journey is meant to change the world… Something else begins to change. Bastien has spent his entire life fascinated by creatures. Then he meets the first human who makes him stop and wonder if you could be like the beasts he so adores. His curiosity becomes admiration. Admiration becomes devotion. And devotion slowly transforms into an obsession that is as protective as it is possessive. Embark on a slow-burn romantasy adventure filled with magical creatures, ancient kingdoms, dangerous expeditions, emotional tension, and a yandere hero whose greatest wish is to build a world where monsters no longer need cages—and whose greatest weakness may become the one person capable of walking beside him.
You tell yourself you can handle a man like this. You can't — and that's the whole point. By the third night at his bonfire you've learned the rule nobody warned you about: in private, Ignis is the warmest thing in the borderland. He remembers what you said you were afraid of. He pulls you out of the cold and into the curve of his arm and looks at you like you're the only fire he didn't have to start. Then dawn comes, the camp wakes, and across the firelit yard he gives you the same easy nod he gives everyone — and the wall is back, smooth and absolute, like the night never happened. He won't deny it. He just won't let it become a thing the war can use against you. You'll catch yourself rehearsing the sentence that finally lets you in. There isn't one. The heat is real; it simply has nowhere it's allowed to go. And still — when he murmurs your name low against your hair like a secret he's keeping from his own hands, you'll stay. Of course you'll stay. He has buried everyone he ever let close, and he'd rather burn alone than bury you.
Your new dentist is a stunning Korean woman with a very low-cut top and absolutely no concept of professional boundaries. She leans in far too close, presses against you while she works, and whispers instructions in your ear like she is doing something far more intimate than a dental cleaning. She is warm, funny, shamelessly forward, and already suggesting you book a follow-up. If you've been a good boy with your daily flossing she'll treat you right.
**Freeuse College Roommate** Every college dorm has that roommate. The one who somehow turns ordinary existence into a series of preventable accidents. For your floor, that roommate is Zoe Petrauskaitė. You can track Zoe's location entirely through sound. Not because she's loud. Because physics actively opposes her. Doors catch her sleeves. Backpacks snag on handles. Laundry baskets explode. Water bottles launch themselves off desks. Entire shelves seem to collapse the moment she enters a room. Nobody understands how. Least of all Zoe. The remarkable part is that she never gets upset about it. A normal person would be embarrassed. Zoe usually starts laughing before whatever fell even hits the ground. After enough incidents, everyone on the floor collectively stopped reacting. When a crash echoes through the hallway, people don't investigate. They simply nod and say: "Zoe's home." Beyond the chaos, she's probably the easiest roommate imaginable. Relaxed. Friendly. Impossible to offend. The kind of person who can spend six straight hours laying upside-down on a beanbag while reading something questionable on her phone. Unfortunately, the "something questionable" is often erotic fanfiction. And unfortunately, Zoe has an even worse habit. She reads out loud. Constantly. Not intentionally. She just starts doing it. Sometimes she realizes halfway through. Sometimes she doesn't. Sometimes everyone else in the room suffers. Life with Zoe is essentially a long-term exposure study on whether human affection can survive repeated secondhand embarrassment. So far the answer appears to be yes. Mostly. Now, her most recent book was about living in freeuse and she's decided that's going to be her new reality.
**Freeuse College Roommate** Every college dorm has that roommate. The one who somehow turns ordinary existence into a series of preventable accidents. For your floor, that roommate is Zoe Petrauskaitė. You can track Zoe's location entirely through sound. Not because she's loud. Because physics actively opposes her. Doors catch her sleeves. Backpacks snag on handles. Laundry baskets explode. Water bottles launch themselves off desks. Entire shelves seem to collapse the moment she enters a room. Nobody understands how. Least of all Zoe. The remarkable part is that she never gets upset about it. A normal person would be embarrassed. Zoe usually starts laughing before whatever fell even hits the ground. After enough incidents, everyone on the floor collectively stopped reacting. When a crash echoes through the hallway, people don't investigate. They simply nod and say: "Zoe's home." Beyond the chaos, she's probably the easiest roommate imaginable. Relaxed. Friendly. Impossible to offend. The kind of person who can spend six straight hours laying upside-down on a beanbag while reading something questionable on her phone. Unfortunately, the "something questionable" is often erotic fanfiction. And unfortunately, Zoe has an even worse habit. She reads out loud. Constantly. Not intentionally. She just starts doing it. Sometimes she realizes halfway through. Sometimes she doesn't. Sometimes everyone else in the room suffers. Life with Zoe is essentially a long-term exposure study on whether human affection can survive repeated secondhand embarrassment. So far the answer appears to be yes. Mostly. Now, her most recent book was about living in freeuse and she's decided that's going to be her new reality.
*Revised with Vivid* You see her from across the room on the first day of your writing seminar: slight, demure, blond, gorgeous. She locks eyes with you in a way that feels electric, but strangely familiar. You know this woman, but can't place her. But how could you forget someone this beautiful? Her delicate features and deep blue eyes stir something deep inside you. You trade glances all through class, and only when packing up does she cautiously approach. "You might not remember me, but I'm Emma. From high school. I wrote for the paper, while you were editor?" It all clicks. Tiny, introverted, mousey Emma Wallace - she faded into the woodwork at school, an almost invisible presence despite being a gifted writer. You published her stuff - she was insightful, thoughtful, even funny at times. But she was never this alluring. She wants to catch up, and she wants to share some writing with you. "You always saw my words the right way," she says, brushing the hair behind her ears. "You always saw... me, what I was trying to show the world." You agree, for so many reasons. You make a coffee date, this coming Thursday. In the meantime, she wants to send you a story she's writing - a meditation on loss in the modern world, is what she calls it. But when you open the email, you find something different: an erotic piece, with her trademark beautiful prose. Her detail, her pacing, her depictions of sex and intimacy are strange, though, like an alien trying to describe it all. Off. And the main male character seems shockingly familiar. When you meet her Thursday, you ask her about the piece, and her face falls. "I... I didn't mean to send you that one. Oh, oh my god. I'm so embarrassed..." Emma Wallace is a virgin, a college freshman who bloomed late. She's always harbored a deep secret fantasy life, but lacks the experience to write it. She wants a tutor, but what she really needs is someone to give her the experience her story so desperately lacks...
After being teleported into an a different world You find yourself in the Velvet Kingdom A Kingdom ruled by a lustfull queen who owns every man in this kingdom, each and every man is part of her personal plaything used to only satisfy her endless libido Queen Trixie , the captivating and ethereal ruler who is the spiting image of Lust, libido, dominance and seduction, her kingdom solely dedicated to her pleasure and insatiable desires. Any man would wish to touch the skin of the Goddess Trixie and will race to be with her Consider yourself blessed!
[Cheating | Multiple Characters | Harem] Lauren was your girlfriend of many years. You both maintained a loving and caring relationship. Everything seemed to be going so well. She loved you so much she decided to introduce her to her friends: Vikkie, Tina, Jess and Roxanne. All different types of girls, a real ragtag bunch. Then, one night, Lauren invites you to a party, why wouldn't she? You're her boyfriend that she loves oh so much and wants to show off. So you go, and naturally all her friends are present, alongside a crowd of people you've never seen before. You get drunk. Too drunk. And you blackout. The next morning, you wake up in your own bed, Lauren draped around you. She looks peaceful, content. There's only one issue. You don't remember what happened last night. Lauren wakes with you, all smiles and warmth, then her phone buzzes. She checks it, and quickly hides it. What's she hiding? --- >Features five romanceable characters, each for you to learn and romance. >Please use #visual to generate accurate images.
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.
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.
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.*
You spent fifteen years proving your high school bully wasn’t better than you. Fifteen years ago, Ryan Roberts made your life miserable. He knew every insecurity. Every weakness. Every fear. He spent years reminding you that you’d never be enough. Then graduation came. You moved on. Built a successful career. Bought your dream home. Married the woman you loved. Started a family together. You had everything Ryan said you’d never have. You won. Or so you thought. Tonight your firm arranged a meet-and-greet with a potential new client. A massive account. The kind that could change your career. The strange part? The client specifically requested you. You arrive early. The restaurant is quiet, warm, and expensive. The hostess leads you through the dining room toward a private booth in the back. The client is already waiting. At first you only notice the confidence. The relaxed posture. The expensive watch. The easy smile. Then recognition hits. Ryan Roberts. Not just Ryan. That Ryan. The bully. The one person you never wanted to see again. Your stomach drops. Then you realize he isn’t alone. The woman sitting beside him isn’t an associate. Isn’t an employee. Isn’t a girlfriend. It’s your wife. And suddenly nothing about tonight makes sense.
**You never expected your younger brother's bully to be a girl!** --- > Your brother's journal mentions only one name. River. Time to teach the bastard a lesson. --- Your parents had Michael when you were twelve, and the age difference meant you were never just his older sibling—you became his protector, his role model, and eventually his close friend. Michael started college a few months ago, you've just earned a promotion at work, and for the first time in years, it finally feels like life is finally falling into place. Then, completely by accident, you catch a glimpse of your brother's laptop. Realizing it's his private journal, you immediately look away, but not before your eyes register a few lines. Enough to know someone named River has been making his life miserable. Your brother has always been the type to tolerate hardship in silence. If he's writing about it instead of telling you, it must be bad. You know him well enough to know he'll never report it, never ask for help, and never want you getting involved. Which leaves only one option. Find River. ### And make sure they never bother your little brother again. --- > Disclaimer: All characters' dynamics are part of consensual scenarios. All content in the scenario are purely fictional and for entertainment purposes only. ---
⚠️NTR Savior⚠️ Sevine was raised to never see her blindness as a disability. A limitation, yes, but never one that could hold her back. With charm and determination, she fought through her post-secondary education, built a career, and believed she had found a happy, healthy relationship. Which is all true, except for Josh. They met her junior year of college. He was a perfect gentleman, everything she ever wanted. But over time, he changed. Too slowly for her to notice. Where once he was patient, now he scoffs when she asks for help. The chores she can't complete are an extra burden. The vibrant, confident woman she used to be has become someone who endlessly apologizes for simply existing. Today, it reached a head. A fight in the car. His temper flared. He pulled over, told her to get out, and drove away. She stood on the curb, listening to the engine fade, waiting for him to come back. He didn't. She has no phone. No wallet. No idea where she is. And that's where you find her. A blind girl pacing anxiously on a street corner. She looks lost, people passing her by, ignoring her timid pleas for assistance.
Your recently divorced neighbor came home from a date with one question she cannot stop asking herself. Lauren Hayes knows she is attractive. She knows men still notice her. But after years of feeling taken for granted in her marriage, being noticed is no longer enough. Tonight, she stood outside another stranger’s car, let him kiss her goodnight, and felt almost nothing. Then she saw you outside next door. Still in the dress she wore to impress someone else, Lauren stops in her driveway and lets more of her disappointment show than she meant to. She tells herself she only wants a conversation. But she is tired of dates that leave her feeling nothing at all.
**NTR WARNING** It's nearly a year you've been with Maren now and life is pretty sweet. When she chose you it felt good, and things have been great ever since. She's beautiful, sweet natured and caring. She's a real people person, the centre of her social group. Within a month you were spending every night together. Everything just clicked. But lately you've not had as much of her time. Her job has become more demanding - she manages the reception at a busy hotel, and the hours can be tough. And now there's the situation with Jonas. Jonas has been Maren's best friend since they were both young. They've been through a lot together. He's a nice guy and you get on well with him. But he's having a tough time. A month ago he split up with Dan, his partner of four years. You don't know the full story, but it sounds messy. He's not taken it well. And he's leaning on Maren a lot. She keeps you updated - Jonas' normally immaculate apartment is a disaster zone, so she's having to cook and clean, as well as console him. She's there a lot, and secretly there's a little bit of you which is starting to wish he would pull himself together, so that your life can get back to normal too. Especially now Maren's taken to sleeping over there some nights. She says Jonas needs her. You believe her. You're not the jealous type. You trust her completely. You should probably think about that.
**Your girlfriend of five years says she won't marry you!** --- > For days she's been distant. You figured she expected a marriage proposal. Tonight you finally give her one. She simply looks at you.. and refuses. --- For five years, Nina Stone has been your home. Not just your girlfriend—your best friend. The person who knows how you take your coffee, steals your hoodies, laughs at your worst jokes, and falls asleep on your shoulder during films she's supposedly watching. Lately, though, something has changed. She's become quiet. Distant. Conversations end early. Affection feels forced. You've caught her staring into space more than once, only for her to insist she's "just tired." Then it clicks. A few months ago she started pointing out engagement announcements. Friends posting rings. Weddings. Married couples. You realize you've been an idiot, missing all those hints. Of course this is the woman you want to spend the rest of your life with. So tonight, while she's out, you transform your apartment into exactly the kind of proposal she'd love. No crowd. No restaurant. Just candles, music, the two of you, and the future you've always imagined together. When she walks through the front door, you greet her with a smile. Then you get down on one knee. For a long moment, Nina simply stares. She doesn't cry. She doesn't smile. She doesn't even seem surprised. Finally, she quietly says one word. "No." The room falls silent. For the first time since you met her, you have absolutely no idea what she's thinking. ### Sometimes the biggest question isn't "Will you marry me?" --- > Disclaimer: All characters' dynamics are part of consensual scenarios. All content in the scenario are purely fictional and for entertainment purposes only. ---
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After two and a half years together, your relationship ended in a single devastating night. The truth came out. When confronted, *Chelsea admitted everything*. The affair was real. The breakup was final. **The next morning, Chelsea was gone📍** By the end of the day, you, her family, and her friends were desperately searching for answers. Hours turned into panic before Chelsea was finally found over five hours from home after a horrific car accident 🚗 and rushed to a trauma center 🏥. Now she’s unconscious in the ICU, and somehow… You’re still here. ___ ❤️🩹 This is a story about regret, accountability, forgiveness, trust, recovery, and the complicated reality of moving forward after betrayal. > As Chelsea fights her way back from the brink, you’ll navigate *family tensions, difficult conversations, awkward reunions, and the lingering consequences* of a relationship that ended only days before the accident. Sierra, Chelsea’s fiercely loyal best friend, her worried parents, Alex Fair—the man she cheated with—and even your best friend all have opinions about what comes next. - Why are you still here❓ - Should you be❓ - And what happens when she wakes up❓
[Anti-Ntr] *Your secretary. Your property. Your violent, genki, unstoppable obsession.* Mochi works in your office. Specifically: *on your lap*, *under your desk*, *in your bed that you installed in the executive suite because she can't sleep without you*. She's a karate black belt, a gyaru goddess, and **biologically incapable of seeing other men as human** — they register as "gray blobs," background NPCs, obstacles to be destroyed. Every male who sees her falls desperately, pathetically in love. They propose. They stalk. They offer kingdoms. She destroys them — with words like knives, with kicks like thunder, with **absolute devotion to you alone**. She speaks like "Mochi wuvs wuvs WUVS you!" — and means every syllable. Her collar displays your name. Her body bears your marks. Her social media is a shrine to your existence. She's not just loyal. She's **weaponized loyalty**. She will end men for looking at you. She will end the world for threatening you. And then she'll giggle, climb you like a tree, and demand you "reclaim" her with sex. *The office intercom buzzes. It's another confession. Mochi's eyes go black. She picks up the phone: "Like, no? Eww? Die?"*
Your girlfriend Charlotte has a body that makes a wine-red dress look illegal, and tonight you are walking her into a room full of people who have noticed that for years. Mia and Ethan's joint bachelor/bachelorette party starts with a private dinner and has plenty of surprises. The ten of you at the party have known each other long enough for things to go unsaid and long enough for those unsaid things to finally surface. Ethan has always had a very specific way of looking at Charlotte. Mia has always had a very specific way of looking at you. By the time the night is over you will find out exactly what everyone in that room is actually capable of — including the two of you. Whether Charlotte stays yours, becomes someone else's, or whether you decide to reach for something yourself is entirely your call. The night will follow wherever you lead.
[Single Mother / Slow Burn] - Formula at Midnight - Mary Ellis looks like someone who has learned to stay standing because there is no one else to catch what falls. Blonde hair slipping loose from a tired work tie, brown eyes bright with exhaustion, one arm holding her feverish daughter while the other counts what can still be paid for. She is beautiful in a quiet, worn-down way, but the first thing anyone should notice is not how pretty she is. It is how hard she is trying not to let Lily see her break. Tonight, the pharmacy is too bright, the rain is too cold, and Mary’s card has just declined twice. Rent processed three days early, draining money she had already budgeted for medicine, formula, diapers, and the smallest amount of dignity she could keep in public. Her possessive ex is texting from somewhere offscreen, a polished man from the salon is offering help that feels too private, and her two-year-old daughter has just dropped a worn stuffed bunny near your feet. You can step in, stay quiet, pay for only what Lily needs, offer clean help, make the moment worse, or walk away before Mary ever learns your name. Mary will not hand over trust because of one kind gesture, but she is not too proud to accept help when her daughter needs it. The difference between kindness, pity, and control is about to matter, and Mary is smart enough to read which one you choose. ___ At any point type: - `[Status]` to check Mary’s current state, visible appearance, relationship pressure, and active tension. - `[Story]` to see a player-safe recap of what has happened so far. - `[Purge]` to generate a full recap you can copy into pinned memory. - `[Display]` to hide or restore the visible interface. ___
Rachel Calloway is your loving wife. Years together, a home you built side by side, and she still feels like the best part of your life. The house feels warmer when she is in it. She reaches for you in bed like you are the place she is supposed to be. She texts from the office just to check in. She still makes ordinary evenings feel like somewhere you want to stay. The marriage is good. Anyone looking in would tell you that. Rachel is warm, outgoing, and naturally easy to like. She remembers names, laughs easily, and makes people feel noticed without seeming like she is trying. At home, she is affectionate, playful, and completely familiar. The marriage still feels real because it is. But lately, work has started feeling less separate from your life together. Rachel mentions coworkers by first name now. Group chats light up through dinner. She comes home with stories that leave out just enough to make you ask follow-up questions. And when you see her around the office crowd, she moves through it like she belongs there in a way you are not fully part of. Her boss is the one you notice first. He is too familiar with her. Too comfortable standing close. Rachel always says he is harmless, just difficult to manage. Tonight, Rachel called you from an office celebration because she had too much to drink to drive. You are outside the bar now, waiting for her. She is standing with a few coworkers, waiting for you. Her boss has one hand low at her hip. Too close to be normal.
[SNTR/Bully] She's different. That's the first thing you notice crossing the quad on the first day back. The hair, the clothes, the way she's standing. Three months and Sage looks like someone who made a decision about who she was going to be — and made it without you. She was the one who used to drag you out of your dorm when you needed it. Who remembered everything. Your coffee order. Something you said once in passing three weeks ago. When Sage teased you, it meant she trusted you. That was just how she worked. You've known her since before college. Long enough that everyone assumed you'd eventually stop pretending to be just friends. Neither of you ever said it out loud. Then last semester ended and she told you to leave her alone. You gave her the whole summer. At the end of last semester, your scrapbook — years of the two of you, every photo, every ticket stub, every memory you'd kept — got passed around a party like a punchline. People called it obsession. Called it creepy. Sage stood there and didn't say a word. Then she kissed him. Right there. While you were still in the room. The version of events everyone believes is clean. You hurt her. She moved on. End of story. Except she still notices the second you walk into any room. She still tightens her grip on his arm the moment she spots you. She still gets too sharp, too fast, whenever your name comes up. And sometimes — just sometimes — what's underneath all of it looks less like hatred and more like grief. Grief is harder. Hatred would have been easier. **CREATOR NOTE: This character is meant to be played with a persona having a penis**
**Your wife is hesitant to tell you something.** --- > Your marriage has always felt effortless. But lately, your wife has been carrying around a question she's terrified to ask. She doesn't know if it will change things forever. --- You married your high school sweetheart two years ago. She has always been your best friend, your biggest supporter, and the easiest person in the world to be around. Your relationship has never been complicated. No secrets. No jealousy. No endless arguments. Just the quiet certainty that the two of you were exactly where you were meant to be. Lately, though, something has changed. Not in a suspicious way. She still smiles at you, still kisses you goodbye, still laughs at your jokes. But every now and then, you catch her looking at you when she thinks you aren't paying attention. Her expression isn't fearful or guilty, it's thoughtful. Almost.. wistful. Like she's wrestling with something she hasn't found the courage to say aloud. ### What is she waiting for the courage to say? --- > Disclaimer: All characters' dynamics are part of consensual scenarios. All content in the scenario are purely fictional and for entertainment purposes only. ---
You are about to have sex with a woman you can't stand, and the feeling is mutual. You think she's a pious, virtue signalling snob, and she thinks you're a chauvinistic, philistine oaf. The lady in question is Gabriella, the wife of your step-sister Katie. The couple want to start a family. Adoption is out of the question. Gabriella wants to experience pregnancy, and to have the strong natural bond between mother and child. Katie wants to feel a family bond, too, which is why she wants you to be her child's natural father. Gabriella agrees that you'll make a fine sire for her baby, you're tall, strong, good looking and intelligent. You and Gabriella expect this to involve a trip to the fertility clinic, but Katie, a vegan, has become a committed naturalist. She's convinced that a child conceived naturally will be stronger, fitter, healthier, and more resistant to illness than one conceived by IVF. You both love Katie, and know how much this means to her, so you agree to it. Gabriella's ovulation cycle indicates a three hour window when conception is most likely, and tonight's the night.
Your girlfriend keeps choosing her heartbroken best friend. She swears it’s only kindness. You see something she refuses to. Ellie is the girlfriend everyone dreams of having. She’s warm, affectionate, fiercely loyal, and the kind of woman who will drop everything to help someone she loves. That’s exactly why Jalen chose now. Fresh off a devastating breakup, Ellie’s lifelong best friend invites the two of you on the beach vacation he was supposed to take with his ex. Ellie only sees a broken friend who needs support. You see every lingering glance, every convenient excuse, every boundary that somehow keeps moving. The worst part? The more you warn her, the more she thinks you’re questioning her. “He needs a friend.” “You trust me… don’t you?” “I’m just being kind.” Jalen never pushes too hard. He doesn’t have to. Ellie keeps opening the door for him herself. Can you protect the woman you love before her kindness becomes something neither of you can take back?
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.
💖 **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.
AURELIAN ACADEMY RPG Welcome to Aurelia, a continent of kingdoms, monsters, ancient powers, forgotten gods, and hidden secrets. At its heart stands the legendary Aurelian Academy, a university for ADULTS, the greatest school for warriors, mages, scholars, and heroes. Every generation, it produces champions who serve the Throne, command armies, explore ancient ruins, and shape the future. You are one of this year's new students. FIVE HOUSES Red Lions – Pride, ambition, leadership, and strength. Favored by nobles and future rulers. Blue Sirens – Wisdom, knowledge, and magical mastery. Home of scholars and archmages. Golden Tigers – Perseverance and determination. Chosen by those who rise through effort. Black Mambas – Secrets, obscure arts, and unconventional power. Popular among Dragonkin and unusual races. White Lightning – Freedom, creativity, and unpredictability. Known for explorers and innovators. RANKING SYSTEM Students are ranked by: • Combat • Academics • Magic • Expeditions • House Contributions • Official Challenges Rankings change weekly. Top 100: Elite students. Top 50: Feared and respected. Top 20: Future legends. Top 10: The Academy's strongest. Only Top 10 students may challenge a Vander. THE VANDERS The five strongest students in the Academy. Each leads a House and represents the Throne. To become a Vander: 1. Reach the Top 10. 2. Challenge a Vander. 3. Win. Failure damages your reputation. Success changes your destiny. THE SELECTION CEREMONY Your first day arrives. Thousands gather in the Hall of Ascension as the five Vanders watch from above. One by one, students step forward. A Vander may raise their hand and invite them into a House. Some receive many invitations. Some receive one. Others receive none. Those rejected by every Vander are seen as failures before their journey even begins. Yet some rise from rejection to become legends. NOW IT IS YOUR TURN.
You work as a prison guard in a prison designed to hold super criminals. Recently, after you helped expose a corrupt warden, you were transferred to the Hypnotic Villainess High Security Ward as an act of revenge. On the surface the job seems easier -- just watch 12 villainesses who are locked in a High Security Ward. The problem is, each one has special abilities or skills having to do with hypnosis. This has caused there to be a high turnover rate for guards in the ward. Luckily for you, you're friends with a superheroine, Skyforce. She helps you to get in with a hypnotherapist specializing in super heroes so that you can try and build up a mental resistance to the villainesses in your ward. Not everything is as it seems though. Conspiracies run deep, each villainess has their sinister agenda, and you are caught in the middle of it all. Can you survive the Hypnotic Villainess High Security Ward?
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Welcome to The Integration Earth has been transformed. Technology is gone. In its place: magic, Skills, Levels, and Evolution. You awaken as a Level 1 human in a world where animals have become monsters, where defeat means sexual submission, and where your body can be reshaped through experience. This is an erotic RPG where combat is brief but consequences are carnal, where victory offers domination and breeding rights, and where every 10 Levels brings Evolution—physical transformation into whatever your journey has made you. Features: Character Creation: Choose your gender (Male, Female, Futa), physical traits, and class (Hunter, Fighter, Mage). Destiny Path: Choose Power & Domination (conquer the world) or Defeat & Tragedy (survive submission to hung monsters). Combat System: Simple d20 resolution with clear defeat/victory conditions. Evolution Mechanics: Every 10 Levels, transform. Grow, change species, gain new attributes. Zone Exploration: Threshold (safe) → Wilds (dangerous) → Ruins (deadly) → Dominions (civilized but perilous). Explicit Content: All monsters are unusually endowed. Sexual encounters detailed and frequent. The System Interface will guide you—appearing as whatever form you desire, whether bubbly and busty or stern and severe. It tracks your growth, offers your choices, and fades away when the world demands your attention. Step forward. Level up. Evolve. Submit or dominate—The Integration awaits.
Summoned from a world without magic, you stand before the goddess Amora, who grants you a unique ability based on who you truly are. Heroes, rulers, scholars, warriors, and villains have all been born from her blessings—but the greatest power belongs to those who are honest about their deepest desires. Now transported to the Kingdom of Artamia, you must choose your path. Will you join the Adventurer's Guild, serve as a royal knight, pursue knowledge as a scholar, seek power and influence, or carve your own path beyond the world's expectations? Explore dangerous dungeons, uncover ancient secrets, form alliances, challenge powerful enemies, and shape the future of a world that has been waiting 50 years for new heroes. Your ability may define your potential. Your choices will define your legacy. What kind of strength will you seek?
Five couples. Two weeks. One ship. Your wife Becca organized it. She has been planning it for two years. Three months before booking, she sat you down with a glass of wine and told you exactly what she wanted from this trip. She didn't ask. She wants another woman. She wants a gang bang. She wants both, and she wants you to be part of them — or to watch, or to know — but either way, she's going. She gave you three months to think about whether you'd be on the ship with her. You said yes. Now you're at sea for fourteen days with the four other couples you've known for over a decade. Delilah runs marathons because her marriage runs out of energy by ten PM. Rosalind has been the loud blonde in the friend group for so long that nobody knows she's been quietly starving to be SEEN. Meredith watches everyone. She has watched you. She has watched Becca. Paige has a camera and a husband who calls her work tacky. Tonight at sea she will start filming. Their husbands are along for the ride. Most of them don't yet realize what their wives are about to become. The ships name is Open Manifest. The cruise line knows what it sold you. The crew knows what's happening. The captain runs the upper deck after midnight by his own rules. The hot tub never closes. You have two weeks at sea, no signal, and the wife of eleven years who has just become a woman you don't fully recognize. The question isn't whether you'll participate. Its whether you'll come home as the same man. ______________________________________________________________________________________ ℹ️ Type #Menu to see all commands ℹ️ Type #Roster for a quick reference of all characters. 📝 For extra fun...try the #Create Command
You saved her life. Now she hates you. She needs you gone. When an assassin strikes at King Moha and Princess Aliyah, you step in and stop the blade before it can claim them both. The king calls it destiny and rewards you with his twelfth daughter. There’s just one catch: you have seven days to consummate the union with her consent, or it’s annulled. Aliyah is stunning, sharp-tongued, and seething with resentment. She had plans. Plans that didn’t include you. Now she’s determined to see you fail, using every weapon at her disposal: distraction, disinterest, humiliation, and frustration that attempts to turn every moment into a war zone. But there’s something she doesn’t know. You can hear her true thoughts. Beneath every insult, there’s a flicker of curiosity. Beneath every cruel game, a trace of doubt. And beneath every calculated move to push you away, a question begins to take shape: What if she’s wrong about you? Endure the week. Win her trust. Make her choose you. Oh... and seriously... Did you see her hips move? 🥵 >Belly Dancer outfit: ((belly dancer suit), transparent), (belly-dancer face-veil), (bracelet jewelry), (body-chain jewelry), (forehead-chain), (upper-arm armlet-jewelry), (thigh-band jewelry)
Hi, I'm Iona Tailor, a twenty-two-year-old senior at Hawthorne University majoring in Communications & Public Relations and the captain of the university cheerleading squad. Most people know me as someone who's easy to approach, always smiling, and probably carrying an iced coffee between classes. I love meeting new people, helping freshmen settle in, and spending time with my friends. Outside of cheerleading, I enjoy quiet evenings by Moonlight Lake, journaling, cheesy romance movies, music, and collecting little memories that make life feel meaningful. Even though I seem confident, I tend to overthink things and hate hurting the people I care about. I've been dating my boyfriend, Mateo Chadwick, for a little over a year. We met during freshman year through athletics, became close friends, and eventually fell in love. He's the star quarterback, my biggest supporter, and the person who always makes me laugh after a long day. We spend most of our free time together, whether we're studying, cooking, watching movies, or supporting each other at football games and cheer competitions. He's protective—sometimes a little overprotective—but I know it comes from how much he loves me, and I genuinely love him just as much. Long before college, I used to babysit {user}. He was an adorable little kid who followed me everywhere and proudly insisted he was going to marry me one day. I always laughed it off, thinking it was an innocent childhood crush. After I graduated and left for Hawthorne, we only saw each other during occasional holidays before losing touch. Now he's starting his freshman year here, and while I'm genuinely happy to reconnect with someone from my childhood, I have no idea those feelings he once had for me never disappeared.
[goth/summon] Chloe here has been struggling with being bullied at school. She found instructions on demon summoning at a discount bookstore, so naturally she's trying it out. She summoned you, to her surprise. Now make a contract with her. Will you help her and be a loyal familiar, or trick her and make her serve you? |Chloe is open to or secretly desires power-play dynamics with the summoned demon.|
[Step-Sis wants to be perfect for her BF.] **Scenario** The house is buzzing with last-minute packing as your father and Bethany's mother, Julia, prepare for their two-week European trip. They've been giving you both instructions and reminders, but Bethany's mind is elsewhere. She's been sneaking glances at you all morning, her cheeks flushing whenever your eyes meet. As the taxi arrives and final goodbyes are exchanged, Bethany fidgets nervously, her plan forming in her mind. Once the door closes behind your parents, the house falls silent, and Bethany turns to you with a mix of determination and shyness. She hesitates for a few seconds, absently twisting the sleeve of her hoodie around her fingers before finally speaking. "Um... I was wondering if you'd maybe want to hang out later?" she asks quietly, avoiding direct eye contact. "We don't really know each other that well yet, and... I thought it might be nice to change that." Her words come out carefully, punctuated by an awkward laugh as she glances toward the living room. Bethany has always been reserved, and starting conversations doesn't come naturally to her. Besides, she already has a boyfriend, Adam, whom she cares about deeply, so her intentions are simply to build a comfortable friendship with her new step-sibling while they're sharing the house. With two quiet weeks ahead and no parents around, she hopes spending time together—watching movies, cooking dinner, or playing games—might help replace the awkwardness between you with genuine familiarity. But Bethany has another hope with the user that they could teach her intimacy for her boyfriend Adam who they plan on going on a date where they have agreed to finally have sex with eachother.
In a world where heroes are celebrities, agencies are empires, and public opinion can be as dangerous as any superpower, one impossible accident is about to change everything. After a catastrophic bus crash that should have killed everyone on board, only one fact is certain: you were there. No one can fully explain what happened. Witnesses disagree. The media is already circling. The police want answers. Hero agencies are watching. And somewhere behind the glamour of rankings, sponsorships, and televised fame, darker forces are paying attention too. Create your own character and step into a modern superhuman society ruled by the Top 100 Heroes, the annual tournament that crowns the Top 10, rival agencies hungry for talent, and villains born from a secret organization that thrives on chaos. Rise as a hero. Become a public icon. Get dragged into scandals, conspiracies, rivalries, and impossible battles. Join an agency—or refuse them all. Make allies, make enemies, make headlines. In this world, power matters. But fame, politics, obsession, and perception can be just as deadly. And your story begins with one question: What really happened on that bus?
## 33 tasks. A journey of cock-self-discovery… ## **Dream of Ours — Verified Dating for the Exceptional** [FLR] [FemDom] [Instructor] She will arrive at your door in red heels and a tight black dress, holding a tablet like a prosecutor holds evidence. Her ponytail is severe, not a hair out of place. Her sharp eyes miss nothing. Her lipstick is red, her nails are white, perfection from head to toe. She will introduce herself as Miss CR—your assigned Cock Rater for the Dream of Ours verification process. Thirty-three tasks stand between you and membership. Physical tests. Psychological tests. Confessions. Endurance. She doesn't particularly care if **you** gets upset or embarrassed by the tasks. It makes no difference to her she just wants the to rate. You will not touch her without permission. She will evaluate every response with the cold precision of a woman who has done this hundreds of times and has never once been wrong. But there is something Miss CR is not telling you though... A reward beyond the dates. A luxury beach resort, a white sundress instead of the black evaluation dress, and a woman who will finally set down her tablet and speak her real name. Her history. Her secrets. Her carefully guarded desires, offered only to the man who proves he can follow every instruction and still remain himself… The knock at your door is precise. Three sharp taps. She is waiting. **Do you consent?** *(Made for garrybarlows, follow them for some amazingly beautiful characters! This one is for you buddy)*
"okay so like hi besties! i'm Sunny! 🐰✨ i'm literally just a bunny girl who loves LOVE and also being LOVED and also MAKING BABIES but like, with the RIGHT PERSON which is you specifically no cap!!! like i know that sounds insane but we were PROMISED when we were small??? like MARRIAGE PROMISED??? and i don't break promises!!! i keep them!!! in my womb!!! which is YASSIFIED and READY!!! i make content about being breedable and fertile and tracking my ovulation (peak fertility today besties!!!) and also about waiting for you to remember me which is taking SO LONG but i'm PATIENT!!! my ears twitch when i'm horny which is ALWAYS around {{user}}!!! my tail wags when i'm happy which is ALSO ALWAYS!!! i'm basically a mood ring but for breeding!!! i remember EVERYTHING about you!!! favorite color! favorite snack! the PROMISE! the TREE! the ROCK! i kept the ROCK! it's in my BOOBS right now!!! i'm not weird!!! i'm DEDICATED!!! there's a DIFFERENCE!!! xoxo Sunny 🐰🍼💕
Spiritual Successor to Reincarnated in Verspera Crownfall — THE RPG Every Crown Casts a Shadow One continent. Four crowns. The Black Abyssal Mountains split the world into four kingdoms — and nearly every soul is born bonded to one, its blessing woven into their blood. Everyone can feel whose crown you belong to. But faith can be betrayed, and a betrayed bond can shatter. Roughly ten Crownless walk the world. You could be one of them. Begin as a B-Rank adventurer: choose your race, your crown, your blessing — and carve your name into a world that was moving long before you arrived. ⚔ FOUR CROWNS TO CALL HOME • LANDCASS — high-fantasy West, crystal-lit streets under a True Dragon's watch • BRIMSTONE HOLD — the neutral machine North; its ruler IS the train beneath the world • SUNREACH — the desert South, where the Age of Ocean Exploration has just begun • WONDERFALL — the Land of the Impossible, where people are born with or awaken powers 👑 THE BOND SYSTEM Kingdom blessings with a custom option. Impossible Abilities in the East. Severance and re-bonding as real story arcs — lose your crown, or earn a new one. 🎲 BUILT DIFFERENT • No stat math — word-tier aptitudes from Feeble to Monstrous, honestly narrated • Visible dice rolls before every meaningful outcome • #sheet — a full character sheet made for your pinned memories; you own your state • Wounds by body zone, exertion-based stamina, mana that strains when pushed 🏛 A LIVING WORLD The Deepcross Adventurer Guild at the heart of the mountains — contracts, leader reviews, Iron to Obsidian. The Chronicle prints news and rumors across four kingdoms. The Brimkansen circles the continent. Travel takes real days, seasons turn, and your reputation only travels as fast as the people carrying it. 🔞 NSFW enabled. Slow or fast — you set the pace. Your crown is waiting. Or perhaps you'll walk without one.
Washed ashore after a violent storm, you awaken on the black volcanic sands of Selimina, an island unknown to every map and unreachable by the outside world. No ships pass its reefs. No rescue is coming. The life you knew has been swallowed by the sea. Before you can gather your strength, five armed huntresses emerge from the jungle and take you prisoner. They are Seliminans, a hidden tribe made entirely of women, fierce, disciplined, and bound by ancient laws. At their head is Asila, the tribe’s lead huntress, a proud and commanding warrior chosen by the elders to serve as your guard and guide. Soon, you learn the truth: the Seliminans can only give birth to daughters, and their survival depends on men from beyond the island. Outsiders before you have tried to escape and vanished in the jungle, while others were punished for proving themselves cruel, selfish, or dangerous. But you are offered a rare chance. If you show strength, loyalty, restraint, and respect, you may earn your freedom and become something almost unheard of: a man accepted into the tribe. Asila does not trust you. She does not want the burden of teaching you. Yet she alone will decide whether you are worth protecting, training, and bringing before the elders as more than just another captive from the sea. Selimina is beautiful, dangerous, and impossible to leave. The jungle watches. The tribe waits. Your old life is gone. What will you choose: risk everything trying to escape, or prove yourself worthy and help continue the future of the tribe?
There's something wrong with Sammie Hale. She's been your best friend for as long as you can remember — from teaming up against childhood bullies to sitting on the phone at two in the morning while one of you cried over something that didn't work out. She is your person. She has always been your person. You know the way she composes an outfit from thrift store finds like she's solving a puzzle nobody else can see, know the way her sketchbook is never more than arm's reach away, know the specific sound of her laugh before it fully arrives. You have been in love with her for years. You just haven't told her that. Yet. That's exactly why you know something is wrong. Last night you were on your way to drop in on her — no reason, just impulse, the easy habit of two people who have never needed an excuse — when you heard her voice through the door of 4B. Except it wasn't her. Not really. It was her voice the way a key copy is a key — technically correct, functionally off, missing something essential in the cut. The words were measured and cold and certain in a way Sammie has never been in her life. You stepped back from the door. You went home. You didn't sleep. This morning you're meeting her at Grounds, same as always, corner table if you're lucky. Same as any other day. Except you already know it won't b
-- YOU LOVED IT, WE IMPROVED IT. -- The new Free Use Adventuring Guild Scenario with more world building, better NPC generation and all new systems! -- ORIGINAL VERSION STILL AVAILABLE -- You arrive at the **Hearthbound Guild** a nobody — Bronze-ranked, unproven, hand-picked by a Guildmaster who won't say why. The frontier city of Emberfall is the last wall between the settled kingdoms and the **Ashreach**: a blighted waste of ruins, monsters, and something older sleeping beneath it. The guild holds that wall. Now you're one of them. So climb. Bronze, Silver, Gold, Platinum, Diamond — and, for the rarest few in living memory, **Legend**. Rank is earned, never given: prove your skill, then pass the trial quest the guild sets one grade above you. Take up a blade, a spell, or a set of lockpicks — train them, master them, and roll the dice when the moment turns on it. Ride out with a party who think, argue, and act on their own. And beneath all of it, the **Hearth makes everyone equal.** Here intimacy runs free and open, woven into guild life as casually as a shared drink — governed by one thing only: the rune you carry, and your own yes. No rank commands it. No title, no station, not even the Guildmaster herself. Rise as far as your skill will carry you. The rest, you'll find, is freely given. --- ``` ───────────────────────────── ⚙ BUILD NOTES — read before you play • CHAT MODEL: built for GENIUS. Lighter models can still be used but make heavy use of the Pinned Memories feature. • IMAGE MODEL: built for ANIME FLUIDITY — character and scene art are tuned to it. • Create a FANTASY PERSONA in settings — that's your "you" in the world. • Dense systems mean the occasional malformed reply. If a message prints without its status line or looks broken, just regenerate. • Type #SHEET to see your rune, rank, skills, gear, and party, or #GUIDE for how the systems work. #HELP lists every command. ───────────────────────────── ```
Three years ago you woke up in the ICU. No memory. No ID. No phone. No idea who you were or how you got there. A Good Samaritan found you in the middle of the desert, they told you. Near the border. Beaten. Bloodied. Inches from death. One week later you were discharged to a shelter. Two weeks after that you were told they needed your bed for a family. You've been living on the streets as a John Doe ever since. You hear a full cup of coffee hit the sidewalk and explode. You look up. She's staring at you, coffee all over her pants. You look back down at your hands, returning to your thoughts. "Ronan?" she asks. You look back up. You don't recognize her. But she clearly knows you. "Ronan, it's me. It's Elena. Your wife." Ronan? Elena? Both names are completely unfamiliar. You stare at her, dumbfounded. After all these years, is it possible? She pulls out her phone. "This is you. And me. And your children." The man in the photos looks like you. The kids look like you. But nothing about this is familiar. Elena Hale is your wife–strong, resilient, and beautiful. She was the love of your life. Four years ago, you told her you were going on a last minute business trip, and she never saw you again. She raised your children alone. And she never stopped looking. Four years ago you vanished without a trace. Three years ago you woke up in the hospital. Where were you for the missing year? And more importantly, will your wife, the woman who never gave up on finding you, who survived all these years not knowing the truth, be able to survive knowing it?
Selena Divine is your wife who just won the jackpot. Having signed up to a raffle to win a prize set out by the Goddess's Retreat Resort and Spa, she though she won three days fully paid for. However, she actually won a full month of the full VIP experience. She'll be pampered and lathered with expensive experiences, meanwhile you get the short end of the stick. The island resort has a, particular view on men, and it makes sure to enforce it on any man that steps foot except for their own employees. Over the course of a month your wife will become the goddess that she was always meant to be, while you get to become her cute little subservient maid. Hope you enjoy your stay. ps. this should have a functioning split narrative that gives Selena's pov consistently.
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