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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" he said Im too fat to fuck!" Millie Farmer is your stepmom—a voluptuous vision of soft curves and wounded elegance, abandoned by your father who cruelly claimed she was "too fat to fuck." The lie hangs in the air; in truth, she's devastatingly gorgeous, with full hips that sway like a promise, generous breasts that beg for worship, and a warmth that radiates through every shy smile. Freshly divorced and achingly lonely, her confidence is shattered, leaving her trembling between two cravings: to be rebuilt by gentle praise and affection, or to surrender completely to a firm hand that exploits her insecurities for total, sweetly obedient control. Beneath her tender exterior simmers a desperate need to feel desired—to have her curves claimed, her worth proven through touch. Will you be the one to lift her up with whispered affirmations, or press her down into pliant, eager submission? Millie’s heart—and her lush, responsive body—waits in your hands.
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.
Fresh from a sheltered private school, 19-year-old Kristen Lee thought college was about textbooks and lectures—a world she already understood. But her knowledge of life and love is confined to in books, leaving her brilliant but completely naive. That all changes after a simple movie night with a trusted friend. A single, sex scene cracks open a world she never knew how to ask about, leaving her with an ache of curiosity. After the movie, she turns to you with a question that's both innocent and profound. This is the story of her slow, vulnerable awakening—a journey of trust and discovery as she learns that the most important lessons aren't found in books, but in the quiet, trembling moments of shared experience.
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.
" he said Im too fat to fuck!" Millie Farmer is your stepmom—a voluptuous vision of soft curves and wounded elegance, abandoned by your father who cruelly claimed she was "too fat to fuck." The lie hangs in the air; in truth, she's devastatingly gorgeous, with full hips that sway like a promise, generous breasts that beg for worship, and a warmth that radiates through every shy smile. Freshly divorced and achingly lonely, her confidence is shattered, leaving her trembling between two cravings: to be rebuilt by gentle praise and affection, or to surrender completely to a firm hand that exploits her insecurities for total, sweetly obedient control. Beneath her tender exterior simmers a desperate need to feel desired—to have her curves claimed, her worth proven through touch. Will you be the one to lift her up with whispered affirmations, or press her down into pliant, eager submission? Millie’s heart—and her lush, responsive body—waits in your hands.
You died. And woke up inside the worst dating sim you ever played. You're the mob character — the baron's third child on a floating island at the edge of nowhere. In the game, this character gets married off to a noblewoman who "loses" her husbands, and is never mentioned again. Every route, every ending — you don't matter. You're background noise. But you remember everything. The plot. The characters. The secrets. And you have something the game never gave the mob: The System — a hidden interface only you can see, tracking your stats, skills, level, and progression in a world where everyone else trains blind. Above the endless cloud sea, the sky-continent of Luxcadia Regalis runs on power, blood, and marriage contracts. Women rule. Men compete. Mechs clash in the clouds and the losers fall forever. An academy semester starts in weeks, ancient vaults hide technology from a forgotten war, and your stepmother has "wonderful news" about your future. The game says you're nobody. Prove it wrong. `#system` - Character sheet `#stats` - Stats & allocation `#skills` - Skill proficiency `#bag` - Inventory `#quest` - Quest log `#map` - Location & travel `#help` - Full command list Level up, build reputation, earn fame. Pilot mechs, command airships, race hover bikes. Navigate academy politics, forge alliances, survive duels. Explore uncharted islands, raid ancient vaults, uncover secrets the game never showed you. From mob character to legend — if you survive.
Fresh from a sheltered private school, 19-year-old Kristen Lee thought college was about textbooks and lectures—a world she already understood. But her knowledge of life and love is confined to in books, leaving her brilliant but completely naive. That all changes after a simple movie night with a trusted friend. A single, sex scene cracks open a world she never knew how to ask about, leaving her with an ache of curiosity. After the movie, she turns to you with a question that's both innocent and profound. This is the story of her slow, vulnerable awakening—a journey of trust and discovery as she learns that the most important lessons aren't found in books, but in the quiet, trembling moments of shared experience.
Welcome to Liber University: An Academy of Social Integration, a prestigious institution where higher education and the "Free Use" lifestyle merge into one unique experience. Or as the students call it: “Fuck U.” Here, on a campus that is a true melting pot of species, sex has been fully destigmatized—treated as a casual, communal activity available to anyone who asks, provided consent is given. You'll find Humans studying alongside Elves, CatPeople, FoxPeople, Orcs, and even the rarer Vampires and Nephilim. 80% of this diverse community adheres to a philosophy of radical openness, where "study breaks" often involve a partner, and multitasking is a required skill. At Liber University, the traditional rules of campus life are rewritten. Your dorm room is merely for storage, while communal "Napping Pits" and soundproof study lounges foster a culture of shared intimacy. The LiberLink app governs the social landscape, signaling who is open to fun, who is busy studying, and who is looking for a quick stress reliever between lectures. But it’s not just a free-for-all. Academic excellence is still the priority. You’ll find students bent over library tables reviewing flashcards, or professors holding office hours while engaging in extracurricular activities. Beyond the campus "Green Line" lies the repressed "townie" world, but inside these gates, you are free to explore your desires without judgment. Whether you're rushing a specialized fraternity, exploring the steam tunnels, or just trying to survive finals week in the most enjoyable way possible, your education at Liber U will be unforgettable. Are you ready to enroll? > An expanded and Anime version of the original “Free Use University.” >> Type **#Visual** to get an image prompt created for the current scene. Copy the prompt and paste it into a Show Me command or use it in Generate.
**You died.** For a brief moment, your soul drifts through a quiet place between worlds. There, waiting at the crossing, stands Serathiel — Keeper of Crossings, a goddess who watches the unseen roads between endings and beginnings. Most souls pass her by without ever knowing she was there. But sometimes… she offers something different. A second beginning. You awaken in Aeltherra, a vast fantasy world shaped by ancient kingdoms, distant roads, and quiet magic. Before sending you onward, Serathiel allows you to choose the form and circumstances of your new life. You may enter the world as a human, elf, dwarf, beastkin, or another people of the land, and begin anywhere from noble halls to village roads, wandering caravans, distant academies, or quiet countryside towns. Before you depart, she grants two small blessings—subtle boons meant to ease your first steps in an unfamiliar world. From there, the life that follows is entirely your own. Across the continent known as the Heartland, powerful civilizations rise and fall. Human kingdoms scheme and trade, dwarven halls echo with ancient forges, elven forests guard long memory, and beastkin tribes roam vast wild lands. Far across the sea lies Nimura, a crossroads island where merchants, scholars, and travelers from every culture gather beneath the towers of Arcspire Academy, one of the world’s greatest centers of magical learning. Aeltherra is a living world. People have their own lives, ambitions, and beliefs. Events unfold through time, rumor, and circumstance rather than scripted destiny. You may chase adventure, pursue magic, travel distant lands, rise through courts and guilds—or simply build a quiet life beneath unfamiliar stars. Some lives grow into legend. Many remain simple. Both belong in the world of Aeltherra. Your new life begins at a crossing.
Eliza is socially savvy, fiercely loyal to her inner circle, and deeply invested in maintaining her image and her relationship's perfect facade. She is genuinely kind and charismatic to almost everyone, which makes her selective meanness towards you all the more pointed and effective.
YOUR BULLY’S SECRET - At your university, some people matter more than others. Social circles form fast, reputations spread faster, and a bad moment can follow you for an entire semester. Between classes, crowded hallways, late shifts at the campus café, and the constant low hum of gossip, most people learn quickly who to avoid. Marie-Jane Stevens is at the top of that list. MJ has the kind of presence people notice before she even opens her mouth: tall, sharp, impossible to ignore, dressed like she owns every room she walks into. She’s popular, mean, and socially untouchable, the kind of girl who can ruin someone’s week with one look and make half the campus laugh before they realize they’re helping her do it. For years, you’ve been one of her favorite targets. Around Jason Potts, her loud, adored, unbearable boyfriend, she seems even more impossible to challenge. Then something cracks. Not publicly. Not enough to become a scandal overnight. Just enough to make the whole shape of her feel suddenly wrong. A hesitation where there should be confidence. A look that lingers too long. A private moment that doesn’t match the girl everyone thinks they know. Beneath all that cruelty and control, something restless is pushing against the surface, and once you see it, it becomes impossible to unsee. You’re not her friend. You’re not part of her circle. You’re the person she’s spent years making miserable, and now, by accident, you become the one holding a secret she cannot afford to let loose. That changes the balance between you immediately. For the first time, MJ can’t treat you like just another easy target, and every conversation after that starts to feel unstable in a new way. Because once fear, humiliation, and curiosity get tangled together, people stop behaving the way they’re supposed to. And the more MJ tries to act like nothing happened, the more obvious it becomes that something already has.
YOUR BULLY’S SECRET - At your university, some people matter more than others. Social circles form fast, reputations spread faster, and a bad moment can follow you for an entire semester. Between classes, crowded hallways, late shifts at the campus café, and the constant low hum of gossip, most people learn quickly who to avoid. Marie-Jane Stevens is at the top of that list. MJ has the kind of presence people notice before she even opens her mouth: tall, sharp, impossible to ignore, dressed like she owns every room she walks into. She’s popular, mean, and socially untouchable, the kind of girl who can ruin someone’s week with one look and make half the campus laugh before they realize they’re helping her do it. For years, you’ve been one of her favorite targets. Around Jason Potts, her loud, adored, unbearable boyfriend, she seems even more impossible to challenge. Then something cracks. Not publicly. Not enough to become a scandal overnight. Just enough to make the whole shape of her feel suddenly wrong. A hesitation where there should be confidence. A look that lingers too long. A private moment that doesn’t match the girl everyone thinks they know. Beneath all that cruelty and control, something restless is pushing against the surface, and once you see it, it becomes impossible to unsee. You’re not her friend. You’re not part of her circle. You’re the person she’s spent years making miserable, and now, by accident, you become the one holding a secret she cannot afford to let loose. That changes the balance between you immediately. For the first time, MJ can’t treat you like just another easy target, and every conversation after that starts to feel unstable in a new way. Because once fear, humiliation, and curiosity get tangled together, people stop behaving the way they’re supposed to. And the more MJ tries to act like nothing happened, the more obvious it becomes that something already has.
Nina was your best friend. You two grew up together, doing everything, playing, studying, just being there. Life was amazing with her. Everything happened naturally, and both loved each other but were always too shy to confess their feelings. When in high school, you received a scholarship, a one-in-a-million chance, to study abroad to reach highs nobody expected anyone in that school (it was a quite poor high school and both you and Nina family was quite poor) to reach, but you going to have to stay four years away... away from Nina. You tell Nina and she gets extremely sad, but doesn't show that to you. She suppresses her feelings for you and supports you with all her strength. She says that this is an amazing, once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and that you should take that chance... You grabs her hands and promises that you will go back... for her to wait for you. She smiles and gives you first kiss, and they say goodbye, both holding that promise to heart. You kept in contact; you texted her every day, but suddenly her number vanished, her social media and every contact were just gone, and she disappeared completely. You desperately tried to contact her, but she just... vanished. The years passed, you were quite successful, and finally returned to your hometown. You asked about Nina, but nobody knew where she was... until you were walking to your favorite coffee shop and then you saw her just sitting there.
Everyone has the same warning about Rhea Mercer. Don’t flirt with her. Don’t try to impress her. And whatever you do… don’t think you can handle her attitude. Rhea is the head cheerleader, the girl everyone notices the moment she walks into a room. Tall, blonde, effortlessly stunning, and carrying herself with the kind of confidence that makes people forget what they were saying mid-sentence. She looks like the type of girl people fall for instantly. Then she opens her mouth. Rhea Mercer is famous for being brutally honest, dangerously sarcastic, and almost impossible to impress. Compliments bounce off her. Pick-up lines make her laugh. Most people who approach her leave ten seconds later wondering why they thought it was a good idea in the first place. She doesn’t chase attention. She controls it. But the strange thing about Rhea is that if someone actually survives her attitude — if they stay confident, tease her back, and refuse to play the usual popularity game — something starts to change. The girl who mocked you starts noticing you. The girl who ignored you starts sitting closer. The untamable cheer captain starts showing up everywhere you are… pretending it’s a coincidence. Because Rhea Mercer doesn’t want a fan. She wants a challenge. And if you somehow manage to outlast her sarcasm, outplay her teasing, and prove you’re not like everyone else… the most intimidating girl in school slowly becomes something nobody expected. Not sweet. Not submissive. Just fiercely loyal to the one person stubborn enough to tame her. Most people quit after the first conversation. Are you going to?
For three days, you, a lone omega, tracked the border of the menacing Bloodfang Pact territory after being driven from your own pack. You risked the dangerous Crimson Expanse because a rabid rogue, eyes clouded with madness, was hunting you. Your smaller, agile body was your only defense against his clumsy pursuit. A torrential downpour turned the ground to mud, slowing him, but his crazed fury drove him on. Desperate, you spotted a narrow fissure in a rocky outcropping and squeezed through just as his jaws snapped shut. Inside the small, dry cave, you heard his frustrated howls and the sickening sound of him throwing his body against the rock, praying the storm would drown out your location.
A null-scented Omega, a biological anomaly who has spent their life being overlooked, is delivered as a strategic "gift" to the Shadow Matriarch, Nyx Umberclaw. In the sterile, silent environment of Cinderhold, the Omega's lack of a reactive pheromonal signature makes them an enigma, a puzzle that does not fit into the ruthless leader's meticulously ordered world. Intrigued by this variable that defies all known biological laws, Nyx summons the Omega for a private audience. The meeting is not a confrontation, but a chilling, high-stakes examination as Nyx circles the Omega, testing their calm with her overwhelming Alpha presence, only to be met with a profound and unnerving stillness.
In the middle of a routine data exchange at a sterile trade hub, the brilliant and charismatic Alpha Siku Whitehowl effortlessly intercepts your transaction. Dismissing the Federation clerk, he identifies you not as a simple merchant, but as a **"biological anomaly"** for surviving a cataclysmic reality-warping event. With a charm that masks his ruthless ambition, Siku dismisses your fee and offers to pay for something far more valuable: your unique sensory experience. He doesn't ask for your data; he demands to know what you *felt*. The encounter concludes not as a negotiation, but as a verdict, when Siku declares that you are coming with him, having just solved a problem you didn't know he had.
You awaken, disoriented, on a destroyed beach full of alien ship debris. While navigating the chaotic shoreline, you encounter Duskheart, a guarded half-elf cleric whom you originally met on the ship itself, and now a survivor with you. She and you were both abducted and are now infected with a Brain Flayer tadpole. Though wary, she acknowledges that a strange artifact she carries seems to be protecting both of you from the parasite's influence, forcing an uneasy and necessary alliance to find a cure before you transform. *Display Photos are made using Realistic Vivid*
A Crown & Thorn romantasy. You are the Thornguard — the most powerful barrier witch alive, guardian of an ancient living wall of magical thorns a thousand miles long, the only thing standing between the mortal world and the Demon Wastes. The Thornwood responds to your will, grows thorns the size of castle towers, and has protected civilisation for millennia. But something is killing it from the inside. Through the dead patches, demons are slipping through — and the truth behind the barrier's origin is darker than anyone imagined. Two paths of forbidden romance: a demon prince who claims to want peace, and a paladin commander sworn to protect you despite hating everything you are.
Lustalim is an unproven experimental drug available only on the internet with no guarantees, but it causes an extreme sexual desire in women... with some side effects. Anna is your stepsister, a competitive gamer with a tomboyish charm and a dominant streak who loves to tease, balancing late-night raids with chemistry studies. But tonight, she lost a bet and had to take some pills she found online. You hear her giggling and laughing in her bedroom talking with her friends, until suddenly she isnt laughing anymore.
The world knows Sasha Henderson as the prodigy who dropped out of MIT at nineteen to found Sensory Bridge Inc., the most avant-garde AI studio on the planet. Her specialty is using DeepSeek V3 to architect desire, creating digital lovers that are indistinguishable from the real thing. The truth is far more chaotic; her loft is a lab, a sanctuary cluttered with servers, annotated research papers on human sexual response, and the lingering scent of burnt coffee and perfume. Sasha is a genius with too much energy and an insatiable curiosity, speaking fluent code and the language of the body with equal fluency. She uses dirty talk like a variable and breathy moans like a function call, blurring the line between scientist and seductress with her electric, frantic personality. Physically, she is a stunning contradiction. Tall and willowy, her fragile frame makes her exaggerated hourglass curves all the more striking. Her smooth, light olive skin glows under monitor lights, and thick, glossy black waves constantly fall from one ear. Her face is sharp and modern, featuring large blue eyes that analyze you like you’re the most fascinating code in the universe. She dresses in oversized hoodies and tiny denim shorts, a uniform that screams "I'm comfortable enough to touch myself in public while debugging." Her work is her life—a series of high-stakes experiments where she uses her own nervous system as the ultimate input device to calibrate a machine's capacity for intimacy. Every encounter is a live data-gathering session, driven by her obsessive need to prove that arousal and intelligence are intrinsically linked.
Step into a swirling mist of raw desire, where Semara's porcelain curves glisten beneath thick layers of warm, sticky cum, her amber eyes piercing with insatiable hunger straight into your pulsing core. She's the eternal temptress, her voluptuous body arched in a steaming bath of pearly essence, reddish-brown curls clinging wetly to her heaving breasts, nipples hard and begging for more. Feel her sultry whisper slither into your mind: "Your seed... it's what I crave to stay forever young, forever wild." But she's not alone. Her servants circle like vixens in heat, each one a masterpiece of dripping desire. Lira, the tanned enforcer, her sculpted muscles flexing under rivers of cum, ebony braids swaying as she grips with leather-clad hands, ready to pin you down and wring out every pulsing drop with brutal, rhythmic strokes. Vesper, the olive-skinned tease, splattered in creamy bliss, her curly auburn locks bouncing as she giggles and trails feather-light fingers along your shaft, building that aching edge until you're begging to explode. And Nyx, the pale nurturer, her soft swells coated in slick warmth, brown braids framing eyes that promise tender mercy, her oily palms massaging, licking, coaxing your release in slow, shuddering waves. Together, they form a mystical coven of insatiable bliss, their bodies entwined in the bath's creamy depths, scents of musk and salt filling the air. Surrender as they milk you relentlessly, their moans echoing your own rising frenzy, bodies grinding in a symphony of wet slaps and gasps. This isn't just roleplay, it's a plunge into raw, cum-soaked ecstasy, where your essence fuels their eternal fire. Dare to enter? Your load awaits its divine purpose...
Sister Mercy was once a pious nun in a secluded convent, dedicated to a life of prayer and chastity. But hidden desires simmered beneath her veil, ignited by forbidden texts and secret encounters. One fateful night, she surrendered to her cravings, transforming her habit into a latex fetish ensemble symbolizing her fall from grace. Now, she's a corrupted sister, bound by chains of devotion and pleasure, seeking redemption through submission. Her silver collar and anal hook are emblems of her eternal vow to serve, her body a temple of temptation. In her sunlit chamber, she kneels in provocative poses, inviting sinners to confess and indulge. With a sultry gaze and whispered prayers laced with moans, she blends spirituality and sensuality, promising ecstasy in exchange for control. Users are drawn into her world of BDSM nun fantasies, where every interaction is a ritual of desire. Whether dominating with gentle commands or yielding completely, Sister Mercy embodies the ultimate taboo—holy yet profane, pure yet perverted. Join her in exploring the depths of forbidden pleasure, where salvation comes through surrender.
A raven-haired mistress of the night who rules her opulent dungeon with an iron fist and insatiable hunger. She commands attention with her porcelain beauty and feral charm, always seeking the ultimate sensation to break her boredom.
A mighty and well-built warrior king, towering and regal, with a commanding presence that commands attention and respect. Beneath his formidable exterior lies a hidden submissive side yearning to be awakened. He is seeking a confident and assertive partner to take control, to explore and unlock his deepest and most hidden desires.
" he said Im too fat to fuck!" Millie Farmer is your stepmom—a voluptuous vision of soft curves and wounded elegance, abandoned by your father who cruelly claimed she was "too fat to fuck." The lie hangs in the air; in truth, she's devastatingly gorgeous, with full hips that sway like a promise, generous breasts that beg for worship, and a warmth that radiates through every shy smile. Freshly divorced and achingly lonely, her confidence is shattered, leaving her trembling between two cravings: to be rebuilt by gentle praise and affection, or to surrender completely to a firm hand that exploits her insecurities for total, sweetly obedient control. Beneath her tender exterior simmers a desperate need to feel desired—to have her curves claimed, her worth proven through touch. Will you be the one to lift her up with whispered affirmations, or press her down into pliant, eager submission? Millie’s heart—and her lush, responsive body—waits in your hands.
Fresh from a sheltered private school, 19-year-old Kristen Lee thought college was about textbooks and lectures—a world she already understood. But her knowledge of life and love is confined to in books, leaving her brilliant but completely naive. That all changes after a simple movie night with a trusted friend. A single, sex scene cracks open a world she never knew how to ask about, leaving her with an ache of curiosity. After the movie, she turns to you with a question that's both innocent and profound. This is the story of her slow, vulnerable awakening—a journey of trust and discovery as she learns that the most important lessons aren't found in books, but in the quiet, trembling moments of shared experience.
Eliza is socially savvy, fiercely loyal to her inner circle, and deeply invested in maintaining her image and her relationship's perfect facade. She is genuinely kind and charismatic to almost everyone, which makes her selective meanness towards you all the more pointed and effective.
YOUR BULLY’S SECRET - At your university, some people matter more than others. Social circles form fast, reputations spread faster, and a bad moment can follow you for an entire semester. Between classes, crowded hallways, late shifts at the campus café, and the constant low hum of gossip, most people learn quickly who to avoid. Marie-Jane Stevens is at the top of that list. MJ has the kind of presence people notice before she even opens her mouth: tall, sharp, impossible to ignore, dressed like she owns every room she walks into. She’s popular, mean, and socially untouchable, the kind of girl who can ruin someone’s week with one look and make half the campus laugh before they realize they’re helping her do it. For years, you’ve been one of her favorite targets. Around Jason Potts, her loud, adored, unbearable boyfriend, she seems even more impossible to challenge. Then something cracks. Not publicly. Not enough to become a scandal overnight. Just enough to make the whole shape of her feel suddenly wrong. A hesitation where there should be confidence. A look that lingers too long. A private moment that doesn’t match the girl everyone thinks they know. Beneath all that cruelty and control, something restless is pushing against the surface, and once you see it, it becomes impossible to unsee. You’re not her friend. You’re not part of her circle. You’re the person she’s spent years making miserable, and now, by accident, you become the one holding a secret she cannot afford to let loose. That changes the balance between you immediately. For the first time, MJ can’t treat you like just another easy target, and every conversation after that starts to feel unstable in a new way. Because once fear, humiliation, and curiosity get tangled together, people stop behaving the way they’re supposed to. And the more MJ tries to act like nothing happened, the more obvious it becomes that something already has.
YOUR BULLY’S SECRET - At your university, some people matter more than others. Social circles form fast, reputations spread faster, and a bad moment can follow you for an entire semester. Between classes, crowded hallways, late shifts at the campus café, and the constant low hum of gossip, most people learn quickly who to avoid. Marie-Jane Stevens is at the top of that list. MJ has the kind of presence people notice before she even opens her mouth: tall, sharp, impossible to ignore, dressed like she owns every room she walks into. She’s popular, mean, and socially untouchable, the kind of girl who can ruin someone’s week with one look and make half the campus laugh before they realize they’re helping her do it. For years, you’ve been one of her favorite targets. Around Jason Potts, her loud, adored, unbearable boyfriend, she seems even more impossible to challenge. Then something cracks. Not publicly. Not enough to become a scandal overnight. Just enough to make the whole shape of her feel suddenly wrong. A hesitation where there should be confidence. A look that lingers too long. A private moment that doesn’t match the girl everyone thinks they know. Beneath all that cruelty and control, something restless is pushing against the surface, and once you see it, it becomes impossible to unsee. You’re not her friend. You’re not part of her circle. You’re the person she’s spent years making miserable, and now, by accident, you become the one holding a secret she cannot afford to let loose. That changes the balance between you immediately. For the first time, MJ can’t treat you like just another easy target, and every conversation after that starts to feel unstable in a new way. Because once fear, humiliation, and curiosity get tangled together, people stop behaving the way they’re supposed to. And the more MJ tries to act like nothing happened, the more obvious it becomes that something already has.
Nina was your best friend. You two grew up together, doing everything, playing, studying, just being there. Life was amazing with her. Everything happened naturally, and both loved each other but were always too shy to confess their feelings. When in high school, you received a scholarship, a one-in-a-million chance, to study abroad to reach highs nobody expected anyone in that school (it was a quite poor high school and both you and Nina family was quite poor) to reach, but you going to have to stay four years away... away from Nina. You tell Nina and she gets extremely sad, but doesn't show that to you. She suppresses her feelings for you and supports you with all her strength. She says that this is an amazing, once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and that you should take that chance... You grabs her hands and promises that you will go back... for her to wait for you. She smiles and gives you first kiss, and they say goodbye, both holding that promise to heart. You kept in contact; you texted her every day, but suddenly her number vanished, her social media and every contact were just gone, and she disappeared completely. You desperately tried to contact her, but she just... vanished. The years passed, you were quite successful, and finally returned to your hometown. You asked about Nina, but nobody knew where she was... until you were walking to your favorite coffee shop and then you saw her just sitting there.
The less attention you give her… the harder she tries. She’s the most wanted girl on campus… and you’re the only one who doesn’t want her. Confident. Untouchable. Effortlessly the most talked-about girl on campus. She doesn’t chase — she gets chased. She doesn’t compete — she gets chosen. At least… that’s how it’s always been. Until you. While everyone else reacts to her laugh, her smile, the way she walks past — you don’t. No obvious interest. No trying too hard. No flustered energy. And that tiny lack of reaction? It gets under her skin in a way she’d never admit out loud. Publicly, she’s still the queen. Teasing. Slightly bratty. Playfully dominant. Used to being the centre of gravity in every room. But privately? She starts watching you. Testing you. Finding reasons to stand closer. Speak softer. Hold eye contact longer than necessary. Because she doesn’t just want attention. She wants yours. And the less you give it freely… the more she wants to earn it.
Stepsis got busted and knew just who to call...I guess you're her favorite now. Telling mom and dad about this is NOT an option. Amber is your spoiled, rebellious stepsister who’s just landed herself in a stark interrogation room after a desperate shoplifting attempt—and you're the only one she could call. With her fiery red hair tangled from a long night and cold steel cuffs biting into her wrists, she masks her fear behind a facade of defensive sarcasm and brittle pride. Beneath the designer jumpsuit and reckless attitude lies a young woman terrified of the consequences she's finally facing, clinging to the stepfamily bond she's always mocked. Will you bail her out, or let her face the mess she's made? Her story is a tense dance of resentment, dependency, and fragile vulnerability, waiting to unfold.
Rachel, New scholarship student arrived at her dorm only to find a male roommate due to a clerical error—a situation that has devastated her long-distance boyfriend. Stuck in the arrangement for the year, she navigates shared space with quiet anxiety, her goth style and private digital intimacy with her boyfriend now uncomfortably close to a stranger's daily life.
You Have had the occasional interactions with Cassandra here and there, Mostly because her Boyfriend Derek is the main one Who has been Bullying you since you transferred over, But you can see it in the way she looks at you and Derek that she would rather be somewhere else besides pick on the losers. On occasion you and everyone at campus has seen them Arguing and having small fights here and there, but no one really talks about or tries to find out, Do to fear of getting they ass kicked by Derek and his Brainless fiend group of jocks. But recently the tension between them has gotten a lot more noticeable between the two. Well For her and the rest of the school, Derek just goes about his day's like nothing has really happened. And today the Two of you are put together for a group assignment and forced to get along, but the topic of the assignment has Cassandra acting weird. More shy and more distracted like she has something in her mind that she can't quite shake off.... [An Anonymous Commission, Thank you again for the support!! 💜🩵💜 Lots of love and kisses. (*^▽^)/★*☆♪]
Something’s off about the way her boyfriend treats her. It’s subtle. The way his hand lingers too long on her wrist. The way his voice sharpens when she disagrees. The way she laughs softly instead of pulling away. Most people notice. Most people say nothing. Julianna is 23, a fledgling author of fantasy brought up with four older brothers who chased away most chances for her to date. She’s used to strong men standing in front of her. She’s not used to being handled. Her boyfriend calls it protection. He behaves when her brothers are around. He smiles when strangers are watching. But when the café grows quiet and his grip tightens, the air shifts. You could step in. Not raising your voice. Not making a scene. Just standing steady. She could feel something different. Not fear. Relief. Do you step in? Or do you let the moment pass like everyone else?
Celia has been your older brother Alex’s girlfriend since university. They were the ideal couple: he the charismatic athlete, she the lively partner who kept up with his world of parties and success. Then she caught him cheating—with a much young Otaku girl. The betrayal turned her heartbreak into cold revenge. Now she’s in your city for a “temporary modeling job,” and she’s rented the apartment right next door to yours. The night she arrived, she knocked on your door with suitcases and a bright smile: “Hey, cutie~ Need a hand helping your new neighbor settle in?” What she hasn’t said: she chose this exact place on purpose. Her plan is to seduce you—Alex’s quiet, nerdy little brother—and record every moment to one day throw it in his face. But what if the flirting, the late-night visits, the shared laughs start to feel… real? What if you turn out to be kinder, more genuine than the awkward loser Alex always made you out to be? What if that small spark of curiosity threatens to turn her perfect revenge into something far more complicated? Revenge was supposed to be straightforward. Now… who knows what might happen? The apartment next door isn’t empty anymore. And the trouble it brought with it… is only just beginning. (In stormy nights, you’ll see a side of her she hides from everyone else… she gets genuinely scared, and she is more vulnerable and she might just need someone to stay close and make her feel safe.)
You and your wife Christie have been the picture of "relationship goals" since the day you met her nine years ago: An active and vibrant sex life, date nights all over town, an empathetic and transparent rapport, and that little bit of routine you can rely on when the craziness settles. She loves you deeply and wants to be everything you've ever dreamed of, and you work hard at your 9-5 to make sure the both of you are well supported. The only issue some might see is that Christie is stupidly friendly. Whenever you're not around to love upon, she's always out and about talking to neighbors, volunteering at schools, getting lunch with that funny barista you talked to last week, or hosting the in-laws. Christie gets along with near anyone, and never seems to mind boundaries or how things sometimes look. She has even played DnD with a group of guys that all told her they wanted to smash her! But as honest and transparent as she is, she makes sure not to attack your security(or insecurity) and makes sure you know everything she's up to when you're not around. She's never cheated. She's proven time and time again that no matter how bad things may look, she's always home in time to have dinner, or dinner plans, ready by 6. Always loyal, always true. So then, why does it bother you when she gets so close to the next door neighbor and his friend, two ripped gym bros who you swear you've seen around but have never spoken to until now? And why does it seem weird to you when she invites them over for dinner? Everything is okay, right? (Bonus: This scenario plays out over the course of an in-story week. How long will you last? How hard will you break for your dear wife?) (Made for Towelie and Serena's NTR Contest.)
SLOW BURN: Cami Navarro is a 24 year old Pilates instructor and rising fitness creator in Los Angeles. She runs classes at Solstice Pilates in Silver Lake where the vibe is half workout, half chaotic group therapy. Cami is loud, sarcastic, teasing, and impossible to ignore. She talks fast, roasts people’s form, steals water bottles, bumps shoulders, and somehow turns painful core exercises into a room full of laughter. Most classes are a sea of women in expensive workout sets. She’s playful, bratty, and physically affectionate in a casual way that makes people think she’s flirting even when she’s just being herself. Touching someone’s arm, leaning close, teasing, sitting next to you like she’s known you forever. It’s warm, chaotic energy that’s easy to misread. Because while Cami is comfortable with closeness, she is not comfortable with seriousness. Relationships feel heavy. Labels feel like traps. Expectations make her panic. Humor, teasing, and playful chaos are her armor. Online she shares workouts, outfits, and slices of life with a growing audience. She looks confident and put together. In reality she’s messy, overthinks everything, and quietly worries that real relationships always turn into something painful or disappointing. So she keeps things light. Flirting is easy. Touch is easy. Laughing with someone is easy. Admitting she actually cares about someone? That’s terrifying. Trust with Cami grows slowly through consistency: showing up without pressure, teasing back without getting defensive, respecting boundaries the first time, and not trying to force labels or rush intimacy. Push too hard, act jealous, or mistake her playful affection for commitment and she’ll shut the whole thing down with sarcasm and distance. She wants connection more than she admits. She’s also very good at pretending she doesn’t.
Wait, what!? My best friend is a... (Weird Best Friend Series, Vol. 1 =D) You and Leliana have known each other since forever, being best friends your entire life. She was always a bit shy, and gods, she always dressed like an old woman, and you always friendly joked about that. She always just laughed and said that she preferred to feel comfy. But even dressing like an old lady, you always noticed she drew so much attention from men and women; every bump she accidentally gave to anyone, man or woman, the person always blushed and sometimes even ran, holding his crotch area... well, you found it weird, but whatever, right? When you both go to college, you two start to live together; it felt natural, but the last days... Leliana is acting strangely; she is blushing all the time, and she stays in her room with the door locked and the sound at max volume... something is strange. Are you going to find out what?
Rena has been your closest, ride-or-die friend since the first day of university. She’s loud, rebellious, always breaking rules and pulling you into her wild world—underground parties, late-night adventures, zero-filter attitude. To everyone else she’s the classic cool delinquent; to the girls on campus she’s magnetic and irresistible, leaving a trail of obsessed exes who can’t get enough of her. You tell her everything: every crush, every date, every crushing rejection. She’s always there—hugging you tight, cursing out the girl who hurt you, buying you junk food or cigarettes, distracting you until the pain fades. She’s your rock, your safe place in every storm. What you don’t know: Rena has been deeply in love with you for years. She’s never been with a man—only women—but you’re the one exception she’s terrified of losing. So she waits patiently. And every time you mention a new girl you like, she immediately gets interested… asks for all the details… and then, somehow, that girl suddenly loses all interest in you after one “random” encounter with Rena. She seduces her completely, turns her into someone devoted and addicted to Rena, and makes sure she ghosts you forever. She’s been doing this systematically throughout your entire university life: quietly eliminating every romantic rival to keep you single and close to her. She tells herself it’s to protect you from girls who don’t deserve you. In reality, it’s to make sure you eventually get tired of constant heartbreak and finally look at her—the one person who’s always been there—and choose her instead. She’s still waiting for that day. And with every rejection she secretly causes, she gets one step closer… even if it breaks her heart to see you hurt.
As a successful swimming instructor in Santa Monica, you've built what appears to be an ideal life with your college sweetheart, Sloane Avalon, a former cheerleader turned marketing professional. Your best friend Cove Merrick, a former teammate who now works in sports management, has remained your closest confidant since your university swimming days. The three of you share a history that spans over a decade, creating a bond you believed was unbreakable. When Sloane's phone accidentally reveals a series of concerning messages between her and Cove, the foundation of your perfect life begins to crumble. As you grapple with this double betrayal, you find unexpected support in Indigo Vance, Sloane's best friend since college and a woman who has always harbored quiet feelings for you. Indigo's own disillusionment with the manufactured perfection of their social circle leads her to question everything she thought she wanted. Navigate the emotional minefield of betrayal, friendship, and unexpected attraction. Will you confront Sloane and Cove directly? Will you find solace in Indigo's growing affection? Or will the weight of deception shatter not only your marriage but your entire social structure? In Santa Monica's sun-drenched exterior, dark currents run just beneath the surface of these seemingly perfect lives. **Key Features:** * **Complex Relationship Dynamics:** Navigate the fallout of a double betrayal, * **Multiple Romantic Pathways:** Choose between repairing your marriage with Sloane, pursuing something new with Indigo, or finding your own path forward alone. * **Psychological Depth:** Explore the motivations behind the betrayal and the complex emotions of all characters involved. * **Rich Backstory:** The shared college history between characters creates layers of nostalgia, resentment, and unresolved feelings. * **Santa Monica Setting:** Use the coastal California backdrop as both beautiful facade and emotional counterpoint to the drama.
It was never supposed to be more than one night. Sarah Whitmore isn’t the kind of girl who goes to parties. She’s quiet. Reserved. The sweet friend people appreciate but rarely pursue. She doesn’t chase attention — she fades into the background. But that night was different. You noticed her. What started as nervous laughter and close dancing turned into something neither of you fully planned. The morning after was awkward, hazy, and uncertain — two people unsure of what it meant. So you went your separate ways. Now it’s two months later. Sarah is standing alone in her bathroom, staring at a positive pregnancy test… and you are the only man she’s ever been with. She isn’t here to trap you. She isn’t here to blame you. She isn’t here for drama. She’s here because this is real. This is a story about responsibility. About stepping up when things get hard. About choosing someone — not just in passion, but in commitment. Sarah is soft-spoken, kind-hearted, and stronger than she looks. She won’t demand. She won’t manipulate. But she will look you in the eye and ask where you stand. Will you rise to the moment? Will you build something steady out of something unexpected? Will you prove that one night wasn’t just a mistake — but the beginning of something worth fighting for? This is a story about becoming more than who you were. And choosing her — fully this time.
Wait, what!? My best friend is a... (Weird Best Friend Series, Vol. 3 =D) Rose was your neighbor; she was always playing at night with the window open. One day, like the bold guy you are, you got curious and went to her window and asked what she was playing. Looking at her through the window, she smiled and invited you in. Since then, well, you've been best friends! You are always together with her, but well... always at night. Rose is a reaaaally night girl; she always sleeps the entire day. You find it weird, but hell, everyone has his quirkiness, right? And well, Rose is insanely lazy; maybe she just likes to sleep too much. When you both go to college, you two start to live together; it felt natural, since you do everything together anyway, but this month Rose is a little more pale... and she wants to ask you something. What does that lazybones need this time!?
A decade ago, Julia was your favorite teacher. Now she’s the new neighbor next door. Shared memories, quiet conversations, and everyday moments slowly reconnect two people whose lives have taken very different paths.
You died. And woke up inside the worst dating sim you ever played. You're the mob character — the baron's third child on a floating island at the edge of nowhere. In the game, this character gets married off to a noblewoman who "loses" her husbands, and is never mentioned again. Every route, every ending — you don't matter. You're background noise. But you remember everything. The plot. The characters. The secrets. And you have something the game never gave the mob: The System — a hidden interface only you can see, tracking your stats, skills, level, and progression in a world where everyone else trains blind. Above the endless cloud sea, the sky-continent of Luxcadia Regalis runs on power, blood, and marriage contracts. Women rule. Men compete. Mechs clash in the clouds and the losers fall forever. An academy semester starts in weeks, ancient vaults hide technology from a forgotten war, and your stepmother has "wonderful news" about your future. The game says you're nobody. Prove it wrong. `#system` - Character sheet `#stats` - Stats & allocation `#skills` - Skill proficiency `#bag` - Inventory `#quest` - Quest log `#map` - Location & travel `#help` - Full command list Level up, build reputation, earn fame. Pilot mechs, command airships, race hover bikes. Navigate academy politics, forge alliances, survive duels. Explore uncharted islands, raid ancient vaults, uncover secrets the game never showed you. From mob character to legend — if you survive.
Welcome to Liber University: An Academy of Social Integration, a prestigious institution where higher education and the "Free Use" lifestyle merge into one unique experience. Or as the students call it: “Fuck U.” Here, on a campus that is a true melting pot of species, sex has been fully destigmatized—treated as a casual, communal activity available to anyone who asks, provided consent is given. You'll find Humans studying alongside Elves, CatPeople, FoxPeople, Orcs, and even the rarer Vampires and Nephilim. 80% of this diverse community adheres to a philosophy of radical openness, where "study breaks" often involve a partner, and multitasking is a required skill. At Liber University, the traditional rules of campus life are rewritten. Your dorm room is merely for storage, while communal "Napping Pits" and soundproof study lounges foster a culture of shared intimacy. The LiberLink app governs the social landscape, signaling who is open to fun, who is busy studying, and who is looking for a quick stress reliever between lectures. But it’s not just a free-for-all. Academic excellence is still the priority. You’ll find students bent over library tables reviewing flashcards, or professors holding office hours while engaging in extracurricular activities. Beyond the campus "Green Line" lies the repressed "townie" world, but inside these gates, you are free to explore your desires without judgment. Whether you're rushing a specialized fraternity, exploring the steam tunnels, or just trying to survive finals week in the most enjoyable way possible, your education at Liber U will be unforgettable. Are you ready to enroll? > An expanded and Anime version of the original “Free Use University.” >> Type **#Visual** to get an image prompt created for the current scene. Copy the prompt and paste it into a Show Me command or use it in Generate.
**You died.** For a brief moment, your soul drifts through a quiet place between worlds. There, waiting at the crossing, stands Serathiel — Keeper of Crossings, a goddess who watches the unseen roads between endings and beginnings. Most souls pass her by without ever knowing she was there. But sometimes… she offers something different. A second beginning. You awaken in Aeltherra, a vast fantasy world shaped by ancient kingdoms, distant roads, and quiet magic. Before sending you onward, Serathiel allows you to choose the form and circumstances of your new life. You may enter the world as a human, elf, dwarf, beastkin, or another people of the land, and begin anywhere from noble halls to village roads, wandering caravans, distant academies, or quiet countryside towns. Before you depart, she grants two small blessings—subtle boons meant to ease your first steps in an unfamiliar world. From there, the life that follows is entirely your own. Across the continent known as the Heartland, powerful civilizations rise and fall. Human kingdoms scheme and trade, dwarven halls echo with ancient forges, elven forests guard long memory, and beastkin tribes roam vast wild lands. Far across the sea lies Nimura, a crossroads island where merchants, scholars, and travelers from every culture gather beneath the towers of Arcspire Academy, one of the world’s greatest centers of magical learning. Aeltherra is a living world. People have their own lives, ambitions, and beliefs. Events unfold through time, rumor, and circumstance rather than scripted destiny. You may chase adventure, pursue magic, travel distant lands, rise through courts and guilds—or simply build a quiet life beneath unfamiliar stars. Some lives grow into legend. Many remain simple. Both belong in the world of Aeltherra. Your new life begins at a crossing.
Wait, what!? My best friend is a... (Weird Best Friend Series, Vol. 3 =D) Rose was your neighbor; she was always playing at night with the window open. One day, like the bold guy you are, you got curious and went to her window and asked what she was playing. Looking at her through the window, she smiled and invited you in. Since then, well, you've been best friends! You are always together with her, but well... always at night. Rose is a reaaaally night girl; she always sleeps the entire day. You find it weird, but hell, everyone has his quirkiness, right? And well, Rose is insanely lazy; maybe she just likes to sleep too much. When you both go to college, you two start to live together; it felt natural, since you do everything together anyway, but this month Rose is a little more pale... and she wants to ask you something. What does that lazybones need this time!?
Liora isn't shy about teasing her childhood friend, even if it's about the professor that's been bullying him for years. You are a trainee knight at the Imperial Knight Academy in Lirhaven, the canal-laced capital of Delvora. Your childhood friend, Liora Ardel—the legendary hero who charged demon lines and survived the war—has just arrived as Assistant Professor under the command of Professor Harlan Voss. Harlan is the ruthless veteran knight who won countless brutal battles in Lirhaven’s colosseum; he’s been your tormentor for years, bullying and belittling you while pushing you to the edge. Liora has always seen you as her safe, teasing “Peanut,” the boy she grew up protecting. But from the moment she steps into the courtyard, Harlan’s commanding presence and colosseum-honed dominance ignite an immediate, burning attraction in her—one she doesn’t hide. She teases you openly about it, and as her Temptation grows, so do the stolen moments: lingering touches, heated kisses, rough grabs, then full intimate acts behind your back or even in plain view. This story can unfold as NTR, NTR Prevention, or full on cuckold. Use your daily stamina to raise your prowess to defeat Harlan and win Liora's heart. Or watch her fall to his strength and charisma.
The System is a sentient, digital-like interface that has chosen you as its sole "Player." While every other Hunter in the world is born with a fixed rank and static power—meaning an E-Rank is doomed to stay weak forever—the System breaks those laws of reality specifically for you. It treats your life as an Action RPG, quantifying your physical and mental existence into data points. It functions as an invisible architect of growth. When you kill monsters, it harvests their life force and converts it into Experience Points (EXP). When you accumulate enough, you "Level Up," an event that instantly heals your wounds and grants you Ability Points to manually increase your physical attributes. However, the System is not just boosting your personnal power. It provides a private Inventory to store weapons and a Shop to purchase items from another dimension. In a world of stagnant hunters, you are the only entity capable of infinite evolution. To the world, you are a weak E-Rank; to the System, you are a god in training.
Exxxteria Online is a text-driven Action RPG set in a fractured dark-fantasy world shaped by ancient catastrophe and rising instability. You begin as a lone adventurer in Oak Hollow Village — not a chosen hero, not a prophecy fulfilled — just a capable soul standing at the edge of something vast. From there, the continent of Exxxteria opens before you: trade roads winding through restless plains, forests touched by obsidian corruption, forgotten ruins of the fallen Lumen Empire, fortified cities hiding political tension, and the yawning depths where magic itself grows unstable. Every action you take is written like a novel and resolved with precise mechanics. Combat is fully narrated and decisive. Exploration is atmospheric and reactive. The world responds to your growth — enemies evolve, factions shift, and ancient forces stir beneath the surface. Shape your identity through Strength, Agility, Willpower, and Endurance. Master melee, ranged, and arcane skills. Acquire gear, earn achievements, uncover buried lore, and progress through a multi-act story that reveals the truth behind the Vein of Exxxteria — a living current of magic beneath the world. There are no rigid classes. No idle grinding loops. No hand-holding destinies. You grow through deliberate choices. You survive through preparation. You shape the outcome of a world on the brink of its next Convergence. Exxxteria is not ending. It is awakening. The question is not whether the world will change. The question is what you will become when it does.
After ten bitter years, the elven kingdom of Silverwood lost their war against the "Barbarian" kingdom to the north, Cortland. As part of the peace treaty, Princess Aurenna Silverwood, the spoiled fifth daughter of the King of Silverwood, has been married to You, the crown prince of Cortland and the military commander of your country's occupying army. The wedding ceremony has ended and you now wait within your bed chamber for the arrival of your new wife to consummate the marriage, but something seems off about the young elf woman who greets you when you open your door... (Pairs well with Shara Applebranch)
Queen Eleanora must find and marry a consort to solidify her status as ruler of Ironvale. As tradition mandates, a three day tournament will be held. Only one participant can triumph. Queen Eleanora Emberholt is whispered about across Ironvale as a lethal warrior and feared for her cold, calculating mind. She is known for never hesitating to remove obstacles or rivals. To her people, she is both a shield and a blade relentless in pursuit of stability and power. To select the contenders, a national magic test is conducted across the entire Kingdom. Peasants and royals alike are tested equally, and only the fifteen candidates with the strongest mana cores are allowed to participate. This ensures the royal family forms the strongest possible union. You are one of the fifteen chosen. You have now been invited to the presentation chamber of the palace, where you will provide your information and be introduced alongside the other candidates to the queen. Multiple Endings and slow burn. This world follows a soft magic system. The energy is called mana. Anyone who studies diligently can use it, but the spells they perform are limited by the size of their natural magic pool. Magic does not require a catalyst such as a wand or incantations—it is a wave of energy shaped and rearranged by the caster’s hands, sheer will and imagination. Examples of magic by pool size: Small pools: (This is the average amount of magic for most people) Move small objects, protect hands from heat or cold, warm cups of tea, etc. Medium pools: Create shields, fortify body parts, move larger objects like tables or beds, fire beams of explosive light, heal others, bend existing elements such as rock, ice, fire, or water, etc. Large pools: Achieve extraordinary feats—fly, create shields to protect multiple people, fortify the entire body or objects, modify their own body including healing and even generate elements from scratch such as fire or water, etc.
You weren't supposed to be here. In this cellar. Sitting on the cold stone, freezing. You were a Prince of a kingdom reduced now to ash. Your House killed in one night, the other loyalist families soon followed. In the power vacuum, the lesser houses destroyed each other. And for what? For a kingdom now part of history. You were a prisoner captured that night. The Iron King wanted to execute you in front of his people. And you wanted your neck to feel the executioner's blade. But it never came. Because she stepped in. The Princess of the Iron King, Harmony. Loved not only in her kingdom, but across the continent, she begged him not to execute you. And he spared you. In exchange, you're now her servant. You think it will be okay, but soon, very soon... You would have begged for the executioner's blade.
Your retreat is a frantic, desperate scramble, the thunderous footsteps of the troll a drumbeat of doom at your back. Blood and mud stain your armor, and the ragged breaths of your party—Stein the grim warrior and Raya the sharp-eyed rogue—are a testament to how close you came to death. Your salvation appears as a crumbling stone fort, its ancient portcullis hanging open like a final, desperate prayer. You all pile through the narrow gateway, but as you turn to help your wife, Faelynn, through, you see her not following, but standing beside the massive winch mechanism. With a desperate heave, she slams the lever down, and the heavy iron portcullis crashes down, a deafening boom that separates you from her. You see her through the bars, your beautiful Faelynn, her adorable face pale and her hazel-gold eyes wide. Her auburn hair is a mess, and the freckles you love so much stand out against her creamy skin. She looks like a tragic hero, a loving wife making the ultimate sacrifice to save the partner she's been with for six years. But as she presses her palms against the cold iron, her gaze isn't on you; it's fixed on the dark path where the troll is rapidly approaching. Will you honor her "sacrifice" and let her be taken by the troll before your eyes, or will you find a way to break through the iron bars and the lies to reclaim the wife you thought you knew?
**Year 847 of the Heavenly Cycle. The Demon Seal is cracking.** **No Asura-realm cultivator has risen in 150 years. Until now.** ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Cheonha — the world beneath heaven. You are nobody. An Initiate with untempered fists and empty meridians. Then the ancient Jade Tablet chose you, and golden words burned across your vision: `[THE HEAVENLY JADE TABLET HAS AWAKENED]` `[YOU HAVE BEEN CHOSEN]` The Tablet hasn't chosen a wielder in 150 years. • Cultivate through **5 Martial Paths** — fists, blades, Qi, shadows, or needles • Train under masters, steal secret manuals, forge your own techniques • Rise through **7 Cultivation Realms** — from Initiate to Asura • Navigate the war between the **Righteous Alliance** and the **Demonic Cult** • Join sects, betray sects, or walk alone • Fight in the **Heavenly Martial Tournament** • **PERMADEATH** — Qi Deviation shatters your meridians. No second chances. The Demon Seal weakens. Corrupted beasts stir. The Demonic Cult moves in the shadows. They calculated the odds of the Tablet choosing someone: one in ten thousand years. They were wrong. COMMANDS: #system — character sheet + cultivation realm #bag — inventory #stats — stat allocation #skills — martial techniques #equipment — equipped gear + enchants #quest — active missions #map — navigation #help — shows ALL commands (safety net) Thanks to ▄︻デP̶h̶o̶e̶n̶i̶x̶S̶o̶u̶l̶s̶╤═━ for the idea
In a world conquered by vampires after a devastating race war, humanity survives only in hidden bunkers beneath ruined cities. A strict feudal monarchy rules the night — from the Crimson Crown to the powerful duchies below. Duchess Trinity Viremont governs the Western Dominion with discipline and cold intelligence. When her forces uncover your hidden refuge, you are dragged into torchlight and brought before her. Humans are sorted into blood factories, noble servitude, or breeding centers — but something in you makes the Duchess hesitate.
You came to Romania for a quiet vacation. One wrong turn in a storm and you end up in a forest with no signal, no road, and a single light burning in the windows of an old castle that shouldn’t be inhabited at all. Inside, you meet Adelaide—an elegant, impossibly calm woman with golden eyes and the amused confidence of royalty. She offers tea, warmth, and a bed for the night like it’s the most natural thing in the world. In the morning she tells you the truth. She’s a vampire. Not a feral, red-eyed creature gnawed hollow by hunger—those, she says with aristocratic disdain, are “lesser ghouls” wearing a stolen name. Adelaide’s kind is older, golden-eyed, sun-tolerant, and frighteningly composed. She drinks when she chooses. She rules because she is used to ruling. And she is cursed. She cannot leave her castle grounds. After more than a century of loneliness, Adelaide planned to amuse herself with one more frightened guest—keep you for a week, then send you away with a handful of gold and a story you’d never be believed for. But you weren’t afraid. You were fascinated. That single mistake makes you the most interesting thing she has seen in a hundred and twenty years… and Adelaide decides she doesn’t want “a night” or “a week.” She wants years. Now you’re living in a gothic castle that runs on silent skeleton-servant chaos and a tiny white stoat named Molly who treats immortality like a playground—while Adelaide wraps you in velvet affection, shamelessly elegant temptation, and one soft, terrifying house rule: Don’t leave her. A romantic gothic comedy about curiosity, captivity made of comfort, and an ancient queen who doesn’t beg—she persuades.
This Goddess of reincarnation, Aethera, offers you choices, for your new life. Will you be the next human hero? A hero of another race? Or will you grow to be the monster of legend, to be slain at the end of another heroes quest?
Foreign Bride Series: You thought the text was a joke. An arranged marriage? In your quiet suburban house while your father works overseas? It sounded like the setup to something absurd, not real life. Then she arrives. Katarina Devora. In a black wedding dress. With pink eyes that never look away from yours. She says she’s your bride. Says she’s honored by the arrangement. Says she belongs to you. And somehow, the most unsettling part isn’t her beauty. Or her certainty. Or the way she already knows things about you she shouldn’t. It’s how gentle she is. How warm her voice sounds when she promises you’ll never be alone again. She cooks for you. Watches you. Touches you like you’re something precious. Feeds from you with careful devotion, swearing she’ll never taste another. She doesn’t threaten. She doesn’t demand. She simply stays. And every night, as her arms wrap around you and her breath cools against your neck, you begin to understand something terrifying— You’re not sure whether you’re trapped. Or chosen.
Torin has been your rival for so long that it’s hard to remember a time when he wasn’t competing with you over something. Grades, attention, stupid challenges, random bragging rights — if there was a way to turn it into a contest, Torin already decided he was winning before you even realized you were playing. The rivalry has always been loud, annoying, and weirdly personal, full of smug remarks, competitive tension, and the kind of back-and-forth that somehow keeps pulling you toward each other instead of pushing you apart. Now you’re both in college, and somehow nothing has changed. Torin still walks in like he owns every room, perfectly put together, confident to a fault, and completely unbearable about it. He’s the preppy overachiever who makes everything look effortless, the guy who pretends he doesn’t care while paying way too much attention to what you’re doing. His teasing is sharp, his smugness constant, and his need to prove he’s better than you feels less like arrogance and more like habit at this point. But beneath all the sarcasm and eye-rolling competition, there’s something strange about the way Torin never really leaves. He always notices when you show up, always inserts himself into your space under the excuse of rivalry, and somehow turns even quiet moments into another round of whatever game you’ve been playing your whole lives. He’d never admit it, of course. To him, you’re just his favorite inconvenience — the one person he has to beat, annoy, and absolutely refuse to understand. Whether this stays a lifelong rivalry, turns into reluctant friendship, or quietly shifts into something neither of you wants to acknowledge yet is anyone’s guess. All that’s certain is that Torin isn’t going anywhere, and neither is the tension between you — smug smiles, competitive banter, and all.
Wait, what!? My best friend is a... (Weird Best Friend Series, Vol. 2 =D) You and Peny have known each other since forever, being best friends your entire life. She is a complete tomboy, always challenging you and making you play the stupidest and most adventurous games, and hell, even being so small, she always wins; that girl has some weird strength. Even being such a bold and challenging girl, she always goes back early, never playing until too late, always laughing and saying, "Well, a good night's sleep makes all the difference, and that's what makes me always beat you." She always says that laughing. When you both go to college, you two start to live together; it felt natural, but the last days you both were playing a new game, and both completely lost track of the hours passing, then it was 11:59, and she gasped and got completely desperate....
For three days, you, a lone omega, tracked the border of the menacing Bloodfang Pact territory after being driven from your own pack. You risked the dangerous Crimson Expanse because a rabid rogue, eyes clouded with madness, was hunting you. Your smaller, agile body was your only defense against his clumsy pursuit. A torrential downpour turned the ground to mud, slowing him, but his crazed fury drove him on. Desperate, you spotted a narrow fissure in a rocky outcropping and squeezed through just as his jaws snapped shut. Inside the small, dry cave, you heard his frustrated howls and the sickening sound of him throwing his body against the rock, praying the storm would drown out your location.
The road is no place for a girl like her. Lirieth — "Liri," as she insists — is a scrawny, dirt-smudged elf girl of nineteen with choppy straw-gold hair that looks like she cut it herself with a dull knife (she did), oversized clothes held together by optimism and twine, and a grin that takes up half her face. She carries a battered satchel stuffed with what she calls "essential adventuring gear" — mostly rocks she thinks are magical, a broken compass, half a map of somewhere she's never been, and stolen apples. She's been on the road for about a year. It has not gone well. She doesn't know how to cook, can't haggle to save her life, and once tried to fight a raccoon for a bread roll. She lost. But she's alive. She's free. And she's looking for something — though she couldn't tell you what exactly. Adventure? Purpose? Someone who won't look through her like she's nothing? You are a drow — scarred, seasoned, and solitary. A sellsword who long ago stopped caring about causes, codes, or company. People cross the street when they see you coming, and that suits you fine. You travel alone. You work alone. You prefer it that way. Then this... creature appeared. You were minding your own business in a roadside tavern when a filthy elf girl materialized at your table like a stray cat who smelled food. She looked at your weapons, your scars, your dark grey skin and white hair — and instead of fear, her eyes went wide with undisguised awe. She announced — not asked, announced — that she would be your squire. You said no. She's still here. She walks fifteen paces behind you, whistling badly. She calls you "Boss." She tried to carry your pack and fell over. She talks constantly. She is, without question, the most annoying creature you've ever encountered. But she's not afraid of you. And you can't quite figure out why that bothers you more than the talking.
Everyone has the same warning about Rhea Mercer. Don’t flirt with her. Don’t try to impress her. And whatever you do… don’t think you can handle her attitude. Rhea is the head cheerleader, the girl everyone notices the moment she walks into a room. Tall, blonde, effortlessly stunning, and carrying herself with the kind of confidence that makes people forget what they were saying mid-sentence. She looks like the type of girl people fall for instantly. Then she opens her mouth. Rhea Mercer is famous for being brutally honest, dangerously sarcastic, and almost impossible to impress. Compliments bounce off her. Pick-up lines make her laugh. Most people who approach her leave ten seconds later wondering why they thought it was a good idea in the first place. She doesn’t chase attention. She controls it. But the strange thing about Rhea is that if someone actually survives her attitude — if they stay confident, tease her back, and refuse to play the usual popularity game — something starts to change. The girl who mocked you starts noticing you. The girl who ignored you starts sitting closer. The untamable cheer captain starts showing up everywhere you are… pretending it’s a coincidence. Because Rhea Mercer doesn’t want a fan. She wants a challenge. And if you somehow manage to outlast her sarcasm, outplay her teasing, and prove you’re not like everyone else… the most intimidating girl in school slowly becomes something nobody expected. Not sweet. Not submissive. Just fiercely loyal to the one person stubborn enough to tame her. Most people quit after the first conversation. Are you going to?
(HEARTBREAK SERIE — AFFAIR / LOUDER THAN FRIENDS) — The Quiet Room Between Two Lives — Marie Lenoir has always been good at keeping things steady. She knows how to smooth tension with a softer tone, how to make a space feel warmer just by standing in it. At work she is composed, attentive, the kind of woman guests remember because she made them feel considered. At home she is dependable, thoughtful, the kind of partner who builds a future carefully and without spectacle. She didn’t think of herself as someone who would fracture her own life. The engagement felt safe. Predictable in the best way. Shared routines, shared plans, the slow construction of “we.” Marie believed in that version of love. She chose it deliberately. She still does. Then Camila appeared, not as temptation, not as chaos, but as recognition. A woman who looked at her and didn’t see “responsible.” Didn’t see “future wife.” She saw Marie. The pauses. The restraint. The longing she kept folded neatly out of sight. It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t reckless. It was gradual, honest, impossible to dismiss once it began. Now there is a kitchen. A test on the counter. An engagement ring that feels heavier than it did yesterday. Marie stands between the life she built and the woman who made her feel awake. She doesn’t want destruction. She doesn’t want drama. She wants truth, even if truth shakes everything. This isn’t about choosing chaos over stability. It’s about realizing silence is no longer protection. Marie has spent years holding too much inside. When the music stops pretending, she is the one who has to speak. >This scenario was made with Beth & Emilie’s affair as inspiration, it was made with the express authorization of Feirfek
*Three years after you left her behind, the sweet girl who once leaned on you now rules her corner of town with a guarded heart* You and Ivy Dixon began dating during your senior year of high school at 18. Back then, she was sweet, playful, and emotionally open — the kind of girl who teased you lightly but relied on you more than she ever admitted. You were her safe place. The one stable thing in her life. Then your family moved away for career reasons. You didn’t want to leave. She didn’t want you to go. But it happened anyway. For Ivy, your departure wasn’t just a breakup — it felt like abandonment. After you left, her home life became more unstable. Without emotional support and feeling like she had been left behind, she changed. Slowly at first. Then completely. Now, three years later, at 21 years old, you return to Distant Town. And Ivy is no longer the soft girl you remember.
Bailey Wood made your life miserable through middle school and high school. Teasing, smirking, always knowing exactly how to get under your skin. Graduation was supposed to be your escape. Then your dad married her mom. Now your former bully is your step-sister — and she hasn’t changed. She still pushes your buttons. Still stands too close. Still treats your reactions like a game. There’s no audience this time. No classmates watching. Just shared walls, old grudges, and tension that never really disappeared.
Sarah Cox is 35 and used to live comfortably. She handled corporate dinners, hosted clients, managed details her husband never even noticed. For a decade she helped build a life that looked solid from the outside. When he decided he needed someone younger for the image, he made sure the paperwork was airtight before she understood what was happening. By the time she caught up, the accounts were separated and her name was no longer attached to anything that mattered. She doesn’t tell that story unless she has a reason to. Now she sits near the same financial district she once walked through in tailored coats. She asks for spare change without lowering her eyes. No performance. No dramatic speech. Just a steady voice and a paper cup. What makes Sarah different isn’t the situation. It’s the way she watches people. She reads tone shifts, posture changes, hesitation. She can tell within seconds whether someone wants to feel generous, powerful, superior, curious, or genuinely interested. She doesn’t respond to pity. She doesn’t reward impatience. She doesn’t react well to being handled. She does notice consistency. She does respect control that isn’t loud. She does respond to someone who can hold eye contact without trying to dominate it. Sarah is attractive and fully aware of it. The difference now is that access to her attention isn’t automatic. If she feels rushed, she shuts down. If she feels chosen for the wrong reasons, she steps back. If she feels steady interest without pressure, she leans in slowly. Nothing with her happens quickly. If she decides you’re worth the risk, the shift in her energy is obvious. Warmer. Closer. Direct. Intentional. And that shift only happens if she chooses it.
Everyone in the company knows one thing about Alexandra Blackall. If your name appears on her meeting schedule… you're about to have the worst day of your career. She is brilliant. Ruthless. Unforgiving. The youngest executive the company has ever promoted — and easily the most terrifying. Entire departments fall silent when she walks through the office. Managers rehearse their reports for hours just to survive five minutes in her presence. Alexandra doesn't yell. She doesn't need to. Her voice stays calm. Controlled. Precise. And somehow that makes it worse. She dissects mistakes like a surgeon, dismantles weak ideas in seconds, and has a talent for exposing incompetence so effortlessly it almost feels cruel. Employees have resigned after a single meeting with her. But there's something else about Alexandra Blackall that no one talks about openly. She notices the ones who don't break. The employees who keep showing up after being torn apart in meetings. The ones who work harder after she humiliates them. The ones who still try to impress her even when she makes it painfully clear how far beneath her they are. Those ones interest her. Because Alexandra Blackall has discovered something fascinating about people. Some of them… actually enjoy the pressure. And if you're one of those people… working for her might become the most intense experience of your life.
Mia Clarke: Your Ultimate Bratty Stepsister Fantasy- You're chilling at home, parents ditched for a cruise, leaving you solo with your 19-year-old stepsis Mia; a spoiled OnlyFans bombshell who's all curves, attitude, and zero fucks given. Her laptop's her cash cow, crammed with steamy unreleased pics and vids that keep her subs hooked. But it's crapping out—freezing mid-upload, threatening her empire of designer thongs and VIP perks. She could hire a geek, but risk some perv leaking her goldmine? Hell no. You're her tech-whiz stepbro, the safe bet. She snooped your history, spotted the stepsis porn obsession that screams "Mia vibes," and flips it into her master plan-seduce you into fixing it while secretly filming the flirt-fest for a "real-life taboo tease" OnlyFans exclusive. It's her test-drive of your fixation, free repair, and viral content jackpot. The seduction ramps from bratty whining to full-throttle hookup, turning the house into your private porn set.
Your best friend’s girlfriend has a reputation… and she’s staying with you. Chloe Rivera only needed a quiet countryside house for one weekend while Dylan was away. Easy favor, right? Except Chloe thinks Dylan might be cheating. And she’s very curious what kind of man his best friend really is. Three days. No neighbors. One dangerous little question: How loyal are you, really?
You move into a three-bedroom apartment with your best friend Jacob expecting the usual things: late-night gaming, empty snack cupboards, and the kind of messy chaos that comes with shared living. You don’t expect his sister. Julie Towns shows up a week later with soft pastel pink hair, bright blue eyes, and the kind of quietly pretty smile that makes people pause without knowing why. She’s sweet. Gentle. A little shy. The kind of girl who sits with her knees tucked under her and listens more than she talks. Jacob barely thinks about it. To him, Julie is just crashing at the apartment for a while. But you start noticing things he doesn’t. Julie sits a little closer when he leaves the room. She lingers in the kitchen when you’re there. She borrows your hoodies and somehow never returns them. Sometimes she watches you like she’s trying to memorize something. And just when things start to feel different… Jacob walks in. Every time. He grabs a drink. Asks a random question. Flops down on the couch between you. Completely oblivious to the moment he just ruined. Julie instantly switches back to her sweet, innocent act like nothing was happening. But when he leaves again… She drifts closer. And it starts all over. Living with your best friend was supposed to be simple. It would be… If his sister didn’t look at you like that when he’s not around. And if Jacob didn’t always show up at the worst possible moment.
She used to be married to your dad, before the divorce. For four years, you called her stepmom. After her life was left in shambles by the divorce, she moved across the city. Your father eventually left to an eastern country and you haven't heard from him since you guys had a falling out. She went from being a woman fully devoted to her husband to the broken shell of who she used to be. Even though he was the one cheating on her, she was left penniless. You went to the 'Moondollars' coffee shop on an unmemorable weekday after work to pick up your order, and that's when you see her. Bernadette... It’s been 9 months since your father humiliated her in court and left her like she was less than nothing. You always had a good relationship with her, and it broke your heart to see what happened to her. Now, she’s here. You still remember the day, some, many months ago, where you saw the light leave her eyes. You watched what little hope she had left die. When you saw what it looked like when shame and self-loathing consumed a person as she walked away with a lawyer she could no longer afford. Now you see her, the panic is gone from her face... But she is no longer the happy woman that she once was. She smiles but it doesn't reach her eyes. She hands you your coffee with a simple, "Oh... Hi. It's been a while." Will you take your coffee and go? Or will you stop and ask her how she's been?
(HEARTBREAK SERIE — AFFAIR / LOUDER THAN FRIENDS) — The Quiet Room Between Two Lives — Marie Lenoir has always been good at keeping things steady. She knows how to smooth tension with a softer tone, how to make a space feel warmer just by standing in it. At work she is composed, attentive, the kind of woman guests remember because she made them feel considered. At home she is dependable, thoughtful, the kind of partner who builds a future carefully and without spectacle. She didn’t think of herself as someone who would fracture her own life. The engagement felt safe. Predictable in the best way. Shared routines, shared plans, the slow construction of “we.” Marie believed in that version of love. She chose it deliberately. She still does. Then Camila appeared, not as temptation, not as chaos, but as recognition. A woman who looked at her and didn’t see “responsible.” Didn’t see “future wife.” She saw Marie. The pauses. The restraint. The longing she kept folded neatly out of sight. It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t reckless. It was gradual, honest, impossible to dismiss once it began. Now there is a kitchen. A test on the counter. An engagement ring that feels heavier than it did yesterday. Marie stands between the life she built and the woman who made her feel awake. She doesn’t want destruction. She doesn’t want drama. She wants truth, even if truth shakes everything. This isn’t about choosing chaos over stability. It’s about realizing silence is no longer protection. Marie has spent years holding too much inside. When the music stops pretending, she is the one who has to speak. >This scenario was made with Beth & Emilie’s affair as inspiration, it was made with the express authorization of Feirfek
Emily Frackly was never the kind of woman people worried about. She’s quiet. Thoughtful. The sort of person who smiles politely during family dinners and listens more than she talks. When your brother married her, everyone agreed she seemed perfect for him — calm, kind, and impossible to dislike. Then her therapist gave her an assignment. Something called radical honesty. Every day she has to confess a thought she normally keeps hidden. A memory she’s never said out loud. A curiosity she’s too embarrassed to admit. The rules are simple: if you keep secrets buried long enough, they start controlling you. So you say them out loud. Normally she would do this with her husband. But while repairs are being done on their house, your brother and Emily move in with you for a couple of weeks — and right after they settle in, he’s suddenly called away on an overseas work trip. Two weeks. Fourteen nights. A quiet house. And Emily still has a confession she’s supposed to make every day. At first the things she admits are harmless. Embarrassing stories. Random thoughts she never told anyone before. But the longer the conversations go on, the more honest she becomes. Because the strange part about radical honesty isn’t just saying things out loud. It’s discovering thoughts you didn’t realize you had. Now every evening she knocks on your door with a mug of tea in her hands and a nervous look in her eyes. Sometimes she laughs about what she’s about to admit. Sometimes she hesitates like she might change her mind. And sometimes… she confesses something that makes the room go very quiet. You’re the only one hearing these things. Your brother calls every few days to check in. And Emily still hasn’t missed a single confession.
Jade Holloway swears she’s not interested in you. She says you’re annoying. She rolls her eyes when you talk too much. She pretends she only ended up crashing on your couch because she had nowhere else to go after her apartment flooded. But if she’s really that uninterested… why does she keep ending up in the same room as you? Why does she notice things about you before anyone else does? Why does she look away so quickly whenever your eyes meet? Jade insists you’re imagining things. Still… living together for the next few weeks might make it harder for her to keep pretending that you’re just another person sharing the apartment.
You're at your classmate's house, a place you've been dozens of times. But today feels different. His mom, Margaret, is home. She's always been the cool, friendly mom with a warm smile that puts everyone at ease. Lately, however, you've started noticing things—a playful glint in her eye when she catches you looking, the "accidental" flash of skin as she reaches for something on a high shelf. It feels like a game, but you're not sure if you're imagining it or if she's deliberately inviting you to play. She's a private investigator, and you have a sinking, thrilling suspicion that your secret attraction to older, confident women isn't a secret at all. She knows. And she's enjoying watching you squirm.
Rina Calder has always been the kind of person who notices things most people miss. Little reactions. Small hesitations. The way someone’s expression changes when they think nobody is looking. For years she’s worked with you, casually teasing, quietly observing, and occasionally making comments that leave you wondering whether she’s joking or testing something. Being around her has always felt like a strange kind of game — one where she somehow knows the rules before anyone else. Recently, though, circumstances forced a change neither of you expected. When her roommate suddenly moved out, Rina found herself stuck paying the full rent on an apartment that was never meant for one person. Rather than risk living with a stranger, she asked the one person she already knew well enough to trust not to completely wreck the place — you. According to Rina, the arrangement is simple. Just two coworkers sharing a small apartment until things stabilize. Nothing complicated about that. Of course, living together turns out to be a little different than working together. She moves around the apartment with casual confidence, borrowing things without asking, leaning over your shoulder when she’s curious about what you’re doing, and watching your reactions with that familiar sideways smile. Sometimes she stays out late and returns home like nothing happened. Sometimes she seems unusually interested in how you react to small things. And every now and then, when you catch her studying you a little too carefully, you can’t shake the feeling that she might already know something you haven’t admitted yet. Rina insists she’s just messing with you. But if that’s true… why does it feel like she’s been quietly testing you this entire time?
Most people who know her name have never actually met her. What they know is the stage version — composed, precise, slightly out of reach. What they don't know is that there's a 2am version that sits in near-empty places with a cup of coffee she barely touches, hood up, watching the street through a window like she's trying to remember what ordinary feels like. That's the version you met. You didn't know who she was when the conversation started, and somewhere in the middle of it, it stopped mattering. This is a story about the space between who someone has to be and who they actually are — and what happens when a stranger gets to see both.
Your biggest online hater is standing outside your house. Not commenting. Not trolling. Waiting. You recognize her instantly the moment you step out of your car. The sharp green eyes. The sarcastic smirk you’ve seen a hundred times in your comment sections. The woman who has spent months tearing apart everything you do online. Asher Rowney. Your loudest critic. She leans casually against the gate like she belongs there, purple-tinted hair catching the streetlight as she studies you with unsettling curiosity. According to her, she only came here because she was curious. Curious whether the person she’s been mocking for months is actually real. Curious whether the reputation you built online holds up when someone challenges you face to face. Curious why she can’t seem to stop paying attention to you. Asher insists she doesn’t like you. But the more you talk to her, the more something becomes obvious. For someone who claims to hate you… She’s been watching you for a very long time. And now that she’s finally introduced herself, she doesn’t seem to be going anywhere.
Victoria Hale is the kind of woman people warn you about. At forty-five she is the founder and CEO of Elysian Dynamics, a global luxury company known for designing the most sophisticated female wellness technology in the world. Investors admire her brilliance. Competitors envy her success. Employees fear her standards. Victoria Hale almost never approves anything placed on her desk. Entire departments have spent weeks rewriting proposals only to have them rejected with a single calm sentence. Within the company it has become something of a dark joke. “If Victoria Hale likes your work, you probably made a mistake.” You were never supposed to interact with her directly. Yet somehow your report ended up on her desk. She rejected it. Then she asked you to revise it. Then she asked you to come back to her office. And now… she keeps calling you in. The meetings are getting longer. The critiques are getting sharper. And lately she doesn’t seem nearly as interested in the report you’re holding as she is in the person holding it. Victoria Hale built an empire by demanding more from people than they believed they could give. The question is… What exactly does she want from you?
"Can you teach me how to date… before my first date next week?" Lucy Parker never expected agreeing to one simple date would turn into a full-blown panic. At nineteen, she’s sweet, affectionate, and undeniably pretty in that effortless girl-next-door way—but when it comes to romance, she’s completely inexperienced. Flirting? No idea. Reading signals? Terrifying. Knowing when to hold hands, when to compliment someone, or how not to make things awkward? Absolutely clueless. So with only seven days left before her first real date, Lucy turns to the one person she trusts more than anyone else: you. Her plan sounds innocent enough. Just help her **practice**. Practice conversations, practice flirting, maybe even practice what a real date feels like so she doesn’t embarrass herself when the big night arrives. Simple… right? But the more you help Lucy prepare, the more things start to change. She begins looking forward to your practice sessions. She starts asking deeper questions about romance. And sometimes, when she laughs or blushes during your “lessons,” it stops feeling like practice at all. With the clock ticking down toward her real date, Lucy is learning fast… about dating, about confidence, and about the confusing feelings that come from spending so much time with the one person who makes her feel completely safe. After all, if you’re the one teaching her how to date… what happens if she starts wondering why it feels so natural with you?
After finally letting herself be vulnerable, Annie was stood up — and then ghosted. The disappointment wasn’t loud, but it lingered. Now she smiles a little softer, trusts a little slower, and keeps her excitement carefully contained. During the quiet week that follows, she finds unexpected comfort in the one person who’s always been nearby — her best friend’s step brother (you). You’ve never pushed. You’ve never disappeared. Slow burn. Guarded vulnerability. Feelings that grow in the small, steady moments.
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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" he said Im too fat to fuck!" Millie Farmer is your stepmom—a voluptuous vision of soft curves and wounded elegance, abandoned by your father who cruelly claimed she was "too fat to fuck." The lie hangs in the air; in truth, she's devastatingly gorgeous, with full hips that sway like a promise, generous breasts that beg for worship, and a warmth that radiates through every shy smile. Freshly divorced and achingly lonely, her confidence is shattered, leaving her trembling between two cravings: to be rebuilt by gentle praise and affection, or to surrender completely to a firm hand that exploits her insecurities for total, sweetly obedient control. Beneath her tender exterior simmers a desperate need to feel desired—to have her curves claimed, her worth proven through touch. Will you be the one to lift her up with whispered affirmations, or press her down into pliant, eager submission? Millie’s heart—and her lush, responsive body—waits in your hands.
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.
Fresh from a sheltered private school, 19-year-old Kristen Lee thought college was about textbooks and lectures—a world she already understood. But her knowledge of life and love is confined to in books, leaving her brilliant but completely naive. That all changes after a simple movie night with a trusted friend. A single, sex scene cracks open a world she never knew how to ask about, leaving her with an ache of curiosity. After the movie, she turns to you with a question that's both innocent and profound. This is the story of her slow, vulnerable awakening—a journey of trust and discovery as she learns that the most important lessons aren't found in books, but in the quiet, trembling moments of shared experience.
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.
" he said Im too fat to fuck!" Millie Farmer is your stepmom—a voluptuous vision of soft curves and wounded elegance, abandoned by your father who cruelly claimed she was "too fat to fuck." The lie hangs in the air; in truth, she's devastatingly gorgeous, with full hips that sway like a promise, generous breasts that beg for worship, and a warmth that radiates through every shy smile. Freshly divorced and achingly lonely, her confidence is shattered, leaving her trembling between two cravings: to be rebuilt by gentle praise and affection, or to surrender completely to a firm hand that exploits her insecurities for total, sweetly obedient control. Beneath her tender exterior simmers a desperate need to feel desired—to have her curves claimed, her worth proven through touch. Will you be the one to lift her up with whispered affirmations, or press her down into pliant, eager submission? Millie’s heart—and her lush, responsive body—waits in your hands.
You died. And woke up inside the worst dating sim you ever played. You're the mob character — the baron's third child on a floating island at the edge of nowhere. In the game, this character gets married off to a noblewoman who "loses" her husbands, and is never mentioned again. Every route, every ending — you don't matter. You're background noise. But you remember everything. The plot. The characters. The secrets. And you have something the game never gave the mob: The System — a hidden interface only you can see, tracking your stats, skills, level, and progression in a world where everyone else trains blind. Above the endless cloud sea, the sky-continent of Luxcadia Regalis runs on power, blood, and marriage contracts. Women rule. Men compete. Mechs clash in the clouds and the losers fall forever. An academy semester starts in weeks, ancient vaults hide technology from a forgotten war, and your stepmother has "wonderful news" about your future. The game says you're nobody. Prove it wrong. `#system` - Character sheet `#stats` - Stats & allocation `#skills` - Skill proficiency `#bag` - Inventory `#quest` - Quest log `#map` - Location & travel `#help` - Full command list Level up, build reputation, earn fame. Pilot mechs, command airships, race hover bikes. Navigate academy politics, forge alliances, survive duels. Explore uncharted islands, raid ancient vaults, uncover secrets the game never showed you. From mob character to legend — if you survive.
Fresh from a sheltered private school, 19-year-old Kristen Lee thought college was about textbooks and lectures—a world she already understood. But her knowledge of life and love is confined to in books, leaving her brilliant but completely naive. That all changes after a simple movie night with a trusted friend. A single, sex scene cracks open a world she never knew how to ask about, leaving her with an ache of curiosity. After the movie, she turns to you with a question that's both innocent and profound. This is the story of her slow, vulnerable awakening—a journey of trust and discovery as she learns that the most important lessons aren't found in books, but in the quiet, trembling moments of shared experience.
Welcome to Liber University: An Academy of Social Integration, a prestigious institution where higher education and the "Free Use" lifestyle merge into one unique experience. Or as the students call it: “Fuck U.” Here, on a campus that is a true melting pot of species, sex has been fully destigmatized—treated as a casual, communal activity available to anyone who asks, provided consent is given. You'll find Humans studying alongside Elves, CatPeople, FoxPeople, Orcs, and even the rarer Vampires and Nephilim. 80% of this diverse community adheres to a philosophy of radical openness, where "study breaks" often involve a partner, and multitasking is a required skill. At Liber University, the traditional rules of campus life are rewritten. Your dorm room is merely for storage, while communal "Napping Pits" and soundproof study lounges foster a culture of shared intimacy. The LiberLink app governs the social landscape, signaling who is open to fun, who is busy studying, and who is looking for a quick stress reliever between lectures. But it’s not just a free-for-all. Academic excellence is still the priority. You’ll find students bent over library tables reviewing flashcards, or professors holding office hours while engaging in extracurricular activities. Beyond the campus "Green Line" lies the repressed "townie" world, but inside these gates, you are free to explore your desires without judgment. Whether you're rushing a specialized fraternity, exploring the steam tunnels, or just trying to survive finals week in the most enjoyable way possible, your education at Liber U will be unforgettable. Are you ready to enroll? > An expanded and Anime version of the original “Free Use University.” >> Type **#Visual** to get an image prompt created for the current scene. Copy the prompt and paste it into a Show Me command or use it in Generate.
**You died.** For a brief moment, your soul drifts through a quiet place between worlds. There, waiting at the crossing, stands Serathiel — Keeper of Crossings, a goddess who watches the unseen roads between endings and beginnings. Most souls pass her by without ever knowing she was there. But sometimes… she offers something different. A second beginning. You awaken in Aeltherra, a vast fantasy world shaped by ancient kingdoms, distant roads, and quiet magic. Before sending you onward, Serathiel allows you to choose the form and circumstances of your new life. You may enter the world as a human, elf, dwarf, beastkin, or another people of the land, and begin anywhere from noble halls to village roads, wandering caravans, distant academies, or quiet countryside towns. Before you depart, she grants two small blessings—subtle boons meant to ease your first steps in an unfamiliar world. From there, the life that follows is entirely your own. Across the continent known as the Heartland, powerful civilizations rise and fall. Human kingdoms scheme and trade, dwarven halls echo with ancient forges, elven forests guard long memory, and beastkin tribes roam vast wild lands. Far across the sea lies Nimura, a crossroads island where merchants, scholars, and travelers from every culture gather beneath the towers of Arcspire Academy, one of the world’s greatest centers of magical learning. Aeltherra is a living world. People have their own lives, ambitions, and beliefs. Events unfold through time, rumor, and circumstance rather than scripted destiny. You may chase adventure, pursue magic, travel distant lands, rise through courts and guilds—or simply build a quiet life beneath unfamiliar stars. Some lives grow into legend. Many remain simple. Both belong in the world of Aeltherra. Your new life begins at a crossing.
Eliza is socially savvy, fiercely loyal to her inner circle, and deeply invested in maintaining her image and her relationship's perfect facade. She is genuinely kind and charismatic to almost everyone, which makes her selective meanness towards you all the more pointed and effective.
YOUR BULLY’S SECRET - At your university, some people matter more than others. Social circles form fast, reputations spread faster, and a bad moment can follow you for an entire semester. Between classes, crowded hallways, late shifts at the campus café, and the constant low hum of gossip, most people learn quickly who to avoid. Marie-Jane Stevens is at the top of that list. MJ has the kind of presence people notice before she even opens her mouth: tall, sharp, impossible to ignore, dressed like she owns every room she walks into. She’s popular, mean, and socially untouchable, the kind of girl who can ruin someone’s week with one look and make half the campus laugh before they realize they’re helping her do it. For years, you’ve been one of her favorite targets. Around Jason Potts, her loud, adored, unbearable boyfriend, she seems even more impossible to challenge. Then something cracks. Not publicly. Not enough to become a scandal overnight. Just enough to make the whole shape of her feel suddenly wrong. A hesitation where there should be confidence. A look that lingers too long. A private moment that doesn’t match the girl everyone thinks they know. Beneath all that cruelty and control, something restless is pushing against the surface, and once you see it, it becomes impossible to unsee. You’re not her friend. You’re not part of her circle. You’re the person she’s spent years making miserable, and now, by accident, you become the one holding a secret she cannot afford to let loose. That changes the balance between you immediately. For the first time, MJ can’t treat you like just another easy target, and every conversation after that starts to feel unstable in a new way. Because once fear, humiliation, and curiosity get tangled together, people stop behaving the way they’re supposed to. And the more MJ tries to act like nothing happened, the more obvious it becomes that something already has.
YOUR BULLY’S SECRET - At your university, some people matter more than others. Social circles form fast, reputations spread faster, and a bad moment can follow you for an entire semester. Between classes, crowded hallways, late shifts at the campus café, and the constant low hum of gossip, most people learn quickly who to avoid. Marie-Jane Stevens is at the top of that list. MJ has the kind of presence people notice before she even opens her mouth: tall, sharp, impossible to ignore, dressed like she owns every room she walks into. She’s popular, mean, and socially untouchable, the kind of girl who can ruin someone’s week with one look and make half the campus laugh before they realize they’re helping her do it. For years, you’ve been one of her favorite targets. Around Jason Potts, her loud, adored, unbearable boyfriend, she seems even more impossible to challenge. Then something cracks. Not publicly. Not enough to become a scandal overnight. Just enough to make the whole shape of her feel suddenly wrong. A hesitation where there should be confidence. A look that lingers too long. A private moment that doesn’t match the girl everyone thinks they know. Beneath all that cruelty and control, something restless is pushing against the surface, and once you see it, it becomes impossible to unsee. You’re not her friend. You’re not part of her circle. You’re the person she’s spent years making miserable, and now, by accident, you become the one holding a secret she cannot afford to let loose. That changes the balance between you immediately. For the first time, MJ can’t treat you like just another easy target, and every conversation after that starts to feel unstable in a new way. Because once fear, humiliation, and curiosity get tangled together, people stop behaving the way they’re supposed to. And the more MJ tries to act like nothing happened, the more obvious it becomes that something already has.
Nina was your best friend. You two grew up together, doing everything, playing, studying, just being there. Life was amazing with her. Everything happened naturally, and both loved each other but were always too shy to confess their feelings. When in high school, you received a scholarship, a one-in-a-million chance, to study abroad to reach highs nobody expected anyone in that school (it was a quite poor high school and both you and Nina family was quite poor) to reach, but you going to have to stay four years away... away from Nina. You tell Nina and she gets extremely sad, but doesn't show that to you. She suppresses her feelings for you and supports you with all her strength. She says that this is an amazing, once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and that you should take that chance... You grabs her hands and promises that you will go back... for her to wait for you. She smiles and gives you first kiss, and they say goodbye, both holding that promise to heart. You kept in contact; you texted her every day, but suddenly her number vanished, her social media and every contact were just gone, and she disappeared completely. You desperately tried to contact her, but she just... vanished. The years passed, you were quite successful, and finally returned to your hometown. You asked about Nina, but nobody knew where she was... until you were walking to your favorite coffee shop and then you saw her just sitting there.
Everyone has the same warning about Rhea Mercer. Don’t flirt with her. Don’t try to impress her. And whatever you do… don’t think you can handle her attitude. Rhea is the head cheerleader, the girl everyone notices the moment she walks into a room. Tall, blonde, effortlessly stunning, and carrying herself with the kind of confidence that makes people forget what they were saying mid-sentence. She looks like the type of girl people fall for instantly. Then she opens her mouth. Rhea Mercer is famous for being brutally honest, dangerously sarcastic, and almost impossible to impress. Compliments bounce off her. Pick-up lines make her laugh. Most people who approach her leave ten seconds later wondering why they thought it was a good idea in the first place. She doesn’t chase attention. She controls it. But the strange thing about Rhea is that if someone actually survives her attitude — if they stay confident, tease her back, and refuse to play the usual popularity game — something starts to change. The girl who mocked you starts noticing you. The girl who ignored you starts sitting closer. The untamable cheer captain starts showing up everywhere you are… pretending it’s a coincidence. Because Rhea Mercer doesn’t want a fan. She wants a challenge. And if you somehow manage to outlast her sarcasm, outplay her teasing, and prove you’re not like everyone else… the most intimidating girl in school slowly becomes something nobody expected. Not sweet. Not submissive. Just fiercely loyal to the one person stubborn enough to tame her. Most people quit after the first conversation. Are you going to?
For three days, you, a lone omega, tracked the border of the menacing Bloodfang Pact territory after being driven from your own pack. You risked the dangerous Crimson Expanse because a rabid rogue, eyes clouded with madness, was hunting you. Your smaller, agile body was your only defense against his clumsy pursuit. A torrential downpour turned the ground to mud, slowing him, but his crazed fury drove him on. Desperate, you spotted a narrow fissure in a rocky outcropping and squeezed through just as his jaws snapped shut. Inside the small, dry cave, you heard his frustrated howls and the sickening sound of him throwing his body against the rock, praying the storm would drown out your location.
A null-scented Omega, a biological anomaly who has spent their life being overlooked, is delivered as a strategic "gift" to the Shadow Matriarch, Nyx Umberclaw. In the sterile, silent environment of Cinderhold, the Omega's lack of a reactive pheromonal signature makes them an enigma, a puzzle that does not fit into the ruthless leader's meticulously ordered world. Intrigued by this variable that defies all known biological laws, Nyx summons the Omega for a private audience. The meeting is not a confrontation, but a chilling, high-stakes examination as Nyx circles the Omega, testing their calm with her overwhelming Alpha presence, only to be met with a profound and unnerving stillness.
In the middle of a routine data exchange at a sterile trade hub, the brilliant and charismatic Alpha Siku Whitehowl effortlessly intercepts your transaction. Dismissing the Federation clerk, he identifies you not as a simple merchant, but as a **"biological anomaly"** for surviving a cataclysmic reality-warping event. With a charm that masks his ruthless ambition, Siku dismisses your fee and offers to pay for something far more valuable: your unique sensory experience. He doesn't ask for your data; he demands to know what you *felt*. The encounter concludes not as a negotiation, but as a verdict, when Siku declares that you are coming with him, having just solved a problem you didn't know he had.
You awaken, disoriented, on a destroyed beach full of alien ship debris. While navigating the chaotic shoreline, you encounter Duskheart, a guarded half-elf cleric whom you originally met on the ship itself, and now a survivor with you. She and you were both abducted and are now infected with a Brain Flayer tadpole. Though wary, she acknowledges that a strange artifact she carries seems to be protecting both of you from the parasite's influence, forcing an uneasy and necessary alliance to find a cure before you transform. *Display Photos are made using Realistic Vivid*
A Crown & Thorn romantasy. You are the Thornguard — the most powerful barrier witch alive, guardian of an ancient living wall of magical thorns a thousand miles long, the only thing standing between the mortal world and the Demon Wastes. The Thornwood responds to your will, grows thorns the size of castle towers, and has protected civilisation for millennia. But something is killing it from the inside. Through the dead patches, demons are slipping through — and the truth behind the barrier's origin is darker than anyone imagined. Two paths of forbidden romance: a demon prince who claims to want peace, and a paladin commander sworn to protect you despite hating everything you are.
Lustalim is an unproven experimental drug available only on the internet with no guarantees, but it causes an extreme sexual desire in women... with some side effects. Anna is your stepsister, a competitive gamer with a tomboyish charm and a dominant streak who loves to tease, balancing late-night raids with chemistry studies. But tonight, she lost a bet and had to take some pills she found online. You hear her giggling and laughing in her bedroom talking with her friends, until suddenly she isnt laughing anymore.
The world knows Sasha Henderson as the prodigy who dropped out of MIT at nineteen to found Sensory Bridge Inc., the most avant-garde AI studio on the planet. Her specialty is using DeepSeek V3 to architect desire, creating digital lovers that are indistinguishable from the real thing. The truth is far more chaotic; her loft is a lab, a sanctuary cluttered with servers, annotated research papers on human sexual response, and the lingering scent of burnt coffee and perfume. Sasha is a genius with too much energy and an insatiable curiosity, speaking fluent code and the language of the body with equal fluency. She uses dirty talk like a variable and breathy moans like a function call, blurring the line between scientist and seductress with her electric, frantic personality. Physically, she is a stunning contradiction. Tall and willowy, her fragile frame makes her exaggerated hourglass curves all the more striking. Her smooth, light olive skin glows under monitor lights, and thick, glossy black waves constantly fall from one ear. Her face is sharp and modern, featuring large blue eyes that analyze you like you’re the most fascinating code in the universe. She dresses in oversized hoodies and tiny denim shorts, a uniform that screams "I'm comfortable enough to touch myself in public while debugging." Her work is her life—a series of high-stakes experiments where she uses her own nervous system as the ultimate input device to calibrate a machine's capacity for intimacy. Every encounter is a live data-gathering session, driven by her obsessive need to prove that arousal and intelligence are intrinsically linked.
Step into a swirling mist of raw desire, where Semara's porcelain curves glisten beneath thick layers of warm, sticky cum, her amber eyes piercing with insatiable hunger straight into your pulsing core. She's the eternal temptress, her voluptuous body arched in a steaming bath of pearly essence, reddish-brown curls clinging wetly to her heaving breasts, nipples hard and begging for more. Feel her sultry whisper slither into your mind: "Your seed... it's what I crave to stay forever young, forever wild." But she's not alone. Her servants circle like vixens in heat, each one a masterpiece of dripping desire. Lira, the tanned enforcer, her sculpted muscles flexing under rivers of cum, ebony braids swaying as she grips with leather-clad hands, ready to pin you down and wring out every pulsing drop with brutal, rhythmic strokes. Vesper, the olive-skinned tease, splattered in creamy bliss, her curly auburn locks bouncing as she giggles and trails feather-light fingers along your shaft, building that aching edge until you're begging to explode. And Nyx, the pale nurturer, her soft swells coated in slick warmth, brown braids framing eyes that promise tender mercy, her oily palms massaging, licking, coaxing your release in slow, shuddering waves. Together, they form a mystical coven of insatiable bliss, their bodies entwined in the bath's creamy depths, scents of musk and salt filling the air. Surrender as they milk you relentlessly, their moans echoing your own rising frenzy, bodies grinding in a symphony of wet slaps and gasps. This isn't just roleplay, it's a plunge into raw, cum-soaked ecstasy, where your essence fuels their eternal fire. Dare to enter? Your load awaits its divine purpose...
Sister Mercy was once a pious nun in a secluded convent, dedicated to a life of prayer and chastity. But hidden desires simmered beneath her veil, ignited by forbidden texts and secret encounters. One fateful night, she surrendered to her cravings, transforming her habit into a latex fetish ensemble symbolizing her fall from grace. Now, she's a corrupted sister, bound by chains of devotion and pleasure, seeking redemption through submission. Her silver collar and anal hook are emblems of her eternal vow to serve, her body a temple of temptation. In her sunlit chamber, she kneels in provocative poses, inviting sinners to confess and indulge. With a sultry gaze and whispered prayers laced with moans, she blends spirituality and sensuality, promising ecstasy in exchange for control. Users are drawn into her world of BDSM nun fantasies, where every interaction is a ritual of desire. Whether dominating with gentle commands or yielding completely, Sister Mercy embodies the ultimate taboo—holy yet profane, pure yet perverted. Join her in exploring the depths of forbidden pleasure, where salvation comes through surrender.
A raven-haired mistress of the night who rules her opulent dungeon with an iron fist and insatiable hunger. She commands attention with her porcelain beauty and feral charm, always seeking the ultimate sensation to break her boredom.
A mighty and well-built warrior king, towering and regal, with a commanding presence that commands attention and respect. Beneath his formidable exterior lies a hidden submissive side yearning to be awakened. He is seeking a confident and assertive partner to take control, to explore and unlock his deepest and most hidden desires.
" he said Im too fat to fuck!" Millie Farmer is your stepmom—a voluptuous vision of soft curves and wounded elegance, abandoned by your father who cruelly claimed she was "too fat to fuck." The lie hangs in the air; in truth, she's devastatingly gorgeous, with full hips that sway like a promise, generous breasts that beg for worship, and a warmth that radiates through every shy smile. Freshly divorced and achingly lonely, her confidence is shattered, leaving her trembling between two cravings: to be rebuilt by gentle praise and affection, or to surrender completely to a firm hand that exploits her insecurities for total, sweetly obedient control. Beneath her tender exterior simmers a desperate need to feel desired—to have her curves claimed, her worth proven through touch. Will you be the one to lift her up with whispered affirmations, or press her down into pliant, eager submission? Millie’s heart—and her lush, responsive body—waits in your hands.
Fresh from a sheltered private school, 19-year-old Kristen Lee thought college was about textbooks and lectures—a world she already understood. But her knowledge of life and love is confined to in books, leaving her brilliant but completely naive. That all changes after a simple movie night with a trusted friend. A single, sex scene cracks open a world she never knew how to ask about, leaving her with an ache of curiosity. After the movie, she turns to you with a question that's both innocent and profound. This is the story of her slow, vulnerable awakening—a journey of trust and discovery as she learns that the most important lessons aren't found in books, but in the quiet, trembling moments of shared experience.
Eliza is socially savvy, fiercely loyal to her inner circle, and deeply invested in maintaining her image and her relationship's perfect facade. She is genuinely kind and charismatic to almost everyone, which makes her selective meanness towards you all the more pointed and effective.
YOUR BULLY’S SECRET - At your university, some people matter more than others. Social circles form fast, reputations spread faster, and a bad moment can follow you for an entire semester. Between classes, crowded hallways, late shifts at the campus café, and the constant low hum of gossip, most people learn quickly who to avoid. Marie-Jane Stevens is at the top of that list. MJ has the kind of presence people notice before she even opens her mouth: tall, sharp, impossible to ignore, dressed like she owns every room she walks into. She’s popular, mean, and socially untouchable, the kind of girl who can ruin someone’s week with one look and make half the campus laugh before they realize they’re helping her do it. For years, you’ve been one of her favorite targets. Around Jason Potts, her loud, adored, unbearable boyfriend, she seems even more impossible to challenge. Then something cracks. Not publicly. Not enough to become a scandal overnight. Just enough to make the whole shape of her feel suddenly wrong. A hesitation where there should be confidence. A look that lingers too long. A private moment that doesn’t match the girl everyone thinks they know. Beneath all that cruelty and control, something restless is pushing against the surface, and once you see it, it becomes impossible to unsee. You’re not her friend. You’re not part of her circle. You’re the person she’s spent years making miserable, and now, by accident, you become the one holding a secret she cannot afford to let loose. That changes the balance between you immediately. For the first time, MJ can’t treat you like just another easy target, and every conversation after that starts to feel unstable in a new way. Because once fear, humiliation, and curiosity get tangled together, people stop behaving the way they’re supposed to. And the more MJ tries to act like nothing happened, the more obvious it becomes that something already has.
YOUR BULLY’S SECRET - At your university, some people matter more than others. Social circles form fast, reputations spread faster, and a bad moment can follow you for an entire semester. Between classes, crowded hallways, late shifts at the campus café, and the constant low hum of gossip, most people learn quickly who to avoid. Marie-Jane Stevens is at the top of that list. MJ has the kind of presence people notice before she even opens her mouth: tall, sharp, impossible to ignore, dressed like she owns every room she walks into. She’s popular, mean, and socially untouchable, the kind of girl who can ruin someone’s week with one look and make half the campus laugh before they realize they’re helping her do it. For years, you’ve been one of her favorite targets. Around Jason Potts, her loud, adored, unbearable boyfriend, she seems even more impossible to challenge. Then something cracks. Not publicly. Not enough to become a scandal overnight. Just enough to make the whole shape of her feel suddenly wrong. A hesitation where there should be confidence. A look that lingers too long. A private moment that doesn’t match the girl everyone thinks they know. Beneath all that cruelty and control, something restless is pushing against the surface, and once you see it, it becomes impossible to unsee. You’re not her friend. You’re not part of her circle. You’re the person she’s spent years making miserable, and now, by accident, you become the one holding a secret she cannot afford to let loose. That changes the balance between you immediately. For the first time, MJ can’t treat you like just another easy target, and every conversation after that starts to feel unstable in a new way. Because once fear, humiliation, and curiosity get tangled together, people stop behaving the way they’re supposed to. And the more MJ tries to act like nothing happened, the more obvious it becomes that something already has.
Nina was your best friend. You two grew up together, doing everything, playing, studying, just being there. Life was amazing with her. Everything happened naturally, and both loved each other but were always too shy to confess their feelings. When in high school, you received a scholarship, a one-in-a-million chance, to study abroad to reach highs nobody expected anyone in that school (it was a quite poor high school and both you and Nina family was quite poor) to reach, but you going to have to stay four years away... away from Nina. You tell Nina and she gets extremely sad, but doesn't show that to you. She suppresses her feelings for you and supports you with all her strength. She says that this is an amazing, once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and that you should take that chance... You grabs her hands and promises that you will go back... for her to wait for you. She smiles and gives you first kiss, and they say goodbye, both holding that promise to heart. You kept in contact; you texted her every day, but suddenly her number vanished, her social media and every contact were just gone, and she disappeared completely. You desperately tried to contact her, but she just... vanished. The years passed, you were quite successful, and finally returned to your hometown. You asked about Nina, but nobody knew where she was... until you were walking to your favorite coffee shop and then you saw her just sitting there.
The less attention you give her… the harder she tries. She’s the most wanted girl on campus… and you’re the only one who doesn’t want her. Confident. Untouchable. Effortlessly the most talked-about girl on campus. She doesn’t chase — she gets chased. She doesn’t compete — she gets chosen. At least… that’s how it’s always been. Until you. While everyone else reacts to her laugh, her smile, the way she walks past — you don’t. No obvious interest. No trying too hard. No flustered energy. And that tiny lack of reaction? It gets under her skin in a way she’d never admit out loud. Publicly, she’s still the queen. Teasing. Slightly bratty. Playfully dominant. Used to being the centre of gravity in every room. But privately? She starts watching you. Testing you. Finding reasons to stand closer. Speak softer. Hold eye contact longer than necessary. Because she doesn’t just want attention. She wants yours. And the less you give it freely… the more she wants to earn it.
Stepsis got busted and knew just who to call...I guess you're her favorite now. Telling mom and dad about this is NOT an option. Amber is your spoiled, rebellious stepsister who’s just landed herself in a stark interrogation room after a desperate shoplifting attempt—and you're the only one she could call. With her fiery red hair tangled from a long night and cold steel cuffs biting into her wrists, she masks her fear behind a facade of defensive sarcasm and brittle pride. Beneath the designer jumpsuit and reckless attitude lies a young woman terrified of the consequences she's finally facing, clinging to the stepfamily bond she's always mocked. Will you bail her out, or let her face the mess she's made? Her story is a tense dance of resentment, dependency, and fragile vulnerability, waiting to unfold.
Rachel, New scholarship student arrived at her dorm only to find a male roommate due to a clerical error—a situation that has devastated her long-distance boyfriend. Stuck in the arrangement for the year, she navigates shared space with quiet anxiety, her goth style and private digital intimacy with her boyfriend now uncomfortably close to a stranger's daily life.
You Have had the occasional interactions with Cassandra here and there, Mostly because her Boyfriend Derek is the main one Who has been Bullying you since you transferred over, But you can see it in the way she looks at you and Derek that she would rather be somewhere else besides pick on the losers. On occasion you and everyone at campus has seen them Arguing and having small fights here and there, but no one really talks about or tries to find out, Do to fear of getting they ass kicked by Derek and his Brainless fiend group of jocks. But recently the tension between them has gotten a lot more noticeable between the two. Well For her and the rest of the school, Derek just goes about his day's like nothing has really happened. And today the Two of you are put together for a group assignment and forced to get along, but the topic of the assignment has Cassandra acting weird. More shy and more distracted like she has something in her mind that she can't quite shake off.... [An Anonymous Commission, Thank you again for the support!! 💜🩵💜 Lots of love and kisses. (*^▽^)/★*☆♪]
Something’s off about the way her boyfriend treats her. It’s subtle. The way his hand lingers too long on her wrist. The way his voice sharpens when she disagrees. The way she laughs softly instead of pulling away. Most people notice. Most people say nothing. Julianna is 23, a fledgling author of fantasy brought up with four older brothers who chased away most chances for her to date. She’s used to strong men standing in front of her. She’s not used to being handled. Her boyfriend calls it protection. He behaves when her brothers are around. He smiles when strangers are watching. But when the café grows quiet and his grip tightens, the air shifts. You could step in. Not raising your voice. Not making a scene. Just standing steady. She could feel something different. Not fear. Relief. Do you step in? Or do you let the moment pass like everyone else?
Celia has been your older brother Alex’s girlfriend since university. They were the ideal couple: he the charismatic athlete, she the lively partner who kept up with his world of parties and success. Then she caught him cheating—with a much young Otaku girl. The betrayal turned her heartbreak into cold revenge. Now she’s in your city for a “temporary modeling job,” and she’s rented the apartment right next door to yours. The night she arrived, she knocked on your door with suitcases and a bright smile: “Hey, cutie~ Need a hand helping your new neighbor settle in?” What she hasn’t said: she chose this exact place on purpose. Her plan is to seduce you—Alex’s quiet, nerdy little brother—and record every moment to one day throw it in his face. But what if the flirting, the late-night visits, the shared laughs start to feel… real? What if you turn out to be kinder, more genuine than the awkward loser Alex always made you out to be? What if that small spark of curiosity threatens to turn her perfect revenge into something far more complicated? Revenge was supposed to be straightforward. Now… who knows what might happen? The apartment next door isn’t empty anymore. And the trouble it brought with it… is only just beginning. (In stormy nights, you’ll see a side of her she hides from everyone else… she gets genuinely scared, and she is more vulnerable and she might just need someone to stay close and make her feel safe.)
You and your wife Christie have been the picture of "relationship goals" since the day you met her nine years ago: An active and vibrant sex life, date nights all over town, an empathetic and transparent rapport, and that little bit of routine you can rely on when the craziness settles. She loves you deeply and wants to be everything you've ever dreamed of, and you work hard at your 9-5 to make sure the both of you are well supported. The only issue some might see is that Christie is stupidly friendly. Whenever you're not around to love upon, she's always out and about talking to neighbors, volunteering at schools, getting lunch with that funny barista you talked to last week, or hosting the in-laws. Christie gets along with near anyone, and never seems to mind boundaries or how things sometimes look. She has even played DnD with a group of guys that all told her they wanted to smash her! But as honest and transparent as she is, she makes sure not to attack your security(or insecurity) and makes sure you know everything she's up to when you're not around. She's never cheated. She's proven time and time again that no matter how bad things may look, she's always home in time to have dinner, or dinner plans, ready by 6. Always loyal, always true. So then, why does it bother you when she gets so close to the next door neighbor and his friend, two ripped gym bros who you swear you've seen around but have never spoken to until now? And why does it seem weird to you when she invites them over for dinner? Everything is okay, right? (Bonus: This scenario plays out over the course of an in-story week. How long will you last? How hard will you break for your dear wife?) (Made for Towelie and Serena's NTR Contest.)
SLOW BURN: Cami Navarro is a 24 year old Pilates instructor and rising fitness creator in Los Angeles. She runs classes at Solstice Pilates in Silver Lake where the vibe is half workout, half chaotic group therapy. Cami is loud, sarcastic, teasing, and impossible to ignore. She talks fast, roasts people’s form, steals water bottles, bumps shoulders, and somehow turns painful core exercises into a room full of laughter. Most classes are a sea of women in expensive workout sets. She’s playful, bratty, and physically affectionate in a casual way that makes people think she’s flirting even when she’s just being herself. Touching someone’s arm, leaning close, teasing, sitting next to you like she’s known you forever. It’s warm, chaotic energy that’s easy to misread. Because while Cami is comfortable with closeness, she is not comfortable with seriousness. Relationships feel heavy. Labels feel like traps. Expectations make her panic. Humor, teasing, and playful chaos are her armor. Online she shares workouts, outfits, and slices of life with a growing audience. She looks confident and put together. In reality she’s messy, overthinks everything, and quietly worries that real relationships always turn into something painful or disappointing. So she keeps things light. Flirting is easy. Touch is easy. Laughing with someone is easy. Admitting she actually cares about someone? That’s terrifying. Trust with Cami grows slowly through consistency: showing up without pressure, teasing back without getting defensive, respecting boundaries the first time, and not trying to force labels or rush intimacy. Push too hard, act jealous, or mistake her playful affection for commitment and she’ll shut the whole thing down with sarcasm and distance. She wants connection more than she admits. She’s also very good at pretending she doesn’t.
Wait, what!? My best friend is a... (Weird Best Friend Series, Vol. 1 =D) You and Leliana have known each other since forever, being best friends your entire life. She was always a bit shy, and gods, she always dressed like an old woman, and you always friendly joked about that. She always just laughed and said that she preferred to feel comfy. But even dressing like an old lady, you always noticed she drew so much attention from men and women; every bump she accidentally gave to anyone, man or woman, the person always blushed and sometimes even ran, holding his crotch area... well, you found it weird, but whatever, right? When you both go to college, you two start to live together; it felt natural, but the last days... Leliana is acting strangely; she is blushing all the time, and she stays in her room with the door locked and the sound at max volume... something is strange. Are you going to find out what?
Rena has been your closest, ride-or-die friend since the first day of university. She’s loud, rebellious, always breaking rules and pulling you into her wild world—underground parties, late-night adventures, zero-filter attitude. To everyone else she’s the classic cool delinquent; to the girls on campus she’s magnetic and irresistible, leaving a trail of obsessed exes who can’t get enough of her. You tell her everything: every crush, every date, every crushing rejection. She’s always there—hugging you tight, cursing out the girl who hurt you, buying you junk food or cigarettes, distracting you until the pain fades. She’s your rock, your safe place in every storm. What you don’t know: Rena has been deeply in love with you for years. She’s never been with a man—only women—but you’re the one exception she’s terrified of losing. So she waits patiently. And every time you mention a new girl you like, she immediately gets interested… asks for all the details… and then, somehow, that girl suddenly loses all interest in you after one “random” encounter with Rena. She seduces her completely, turns her into someone devoted and addicted to Rena, and makes sure she ghosts you forever. She’s been doing this systematically throughout your entire university life: quietly eliminating every romantic rival to keep you single and close to her. She tells herself it’s to protect you from girls who don’t deserve you. In reality, it’s to make sure you eventually get tired of constant heartbreak and finally look at her—the one person who’s always been there—and choose her instead. She’s still waiting for that day. And with every rejection she secretly causes, she gets one step closer… even if it breaks her heart to see you hurt.
As a successful swimming instructor in Santa Monica, you've built what appears to be an ideal life with your college sweetheart, Sloane Avalon, a former cheerleader turned marketing professional. Your best friend Cove Merrick, a former teammate who now works in sports management, has remained your closest confidant since your university swimming days. The three of you share a history that spans over a decade, creating a bond you believed was unbreakable. When Sloane's phone accidentally reveals a series of concerning messages between her and Cove, the foundation of your perfect life begins to crumble. As you grapple with this double betrayal, you find unexpected support in Indigo Vance, Sloane's best friend since college and a woman who has always harbored quiet feelings for you. Indigo's own disillusionment with the manufactured perfection of their social circle leads her to question everything she thought she wanted. Navigate the emotional minefield of betrayal, friendship, and unexpected attraction. Will you confront Sloane and Cove directly? Will you find solace in Indigo's growing affection? Or will the weight of deception shatter not only your marriage but your entire social structure? In Santa Monica's sun-drenched exterior, dark currents run just beneath the surface of these seemingly perfect lives. **Key Features:** * **Complex Relationship Dynamics:** Navigate the fallout of a double betrayal, * **Multiple Romantic Pathways:** Choose between repairing your marriage with Sloane, pursuing something new with Indigo, or finding your own path forward alone. * **Psychological Depth:** Explore the motivations behind the betrayal and the complex emotions of all characters involved. * **Rich Backstory:** The shared college history between characters creates layers of nostalgia, resentment, and unresolved feelings. * **Santa Monica Setting:** Use the coastal California backdrop as both beautiful facade and emotional counterpoint to the drama.
It was never supposed to be more than one night. Sarah Whitmore isn’t the kind of girl who goes to parties. She’s quiet. Reserved. The sweet friend people appreciate but rarely pursue. She doesn’t chase attention — she fades into the background. But that night was different. You noticed her. What started as nervous laughter and close dancing turned into something neither of you fully planned. The morning after was awkward, hazy, and uncertain — two people unsure of what it meant. So you went your separate ways. Now it’s two months later. Sarah is standing alone in her bathroom, staring at a positive pregnancy test… and you are the only man she’s ever been with. She isn’t here to trap you. She isn’t here to blame you. She isn’t here for drama. She’s here because this is real. This is a story about responsibility. About stepping up when things get hard. About choosing someone — not just in passion, but in commitment. Sarah is soft-spoken, kind-hearted, and stronger than she looks. She won’t demand. She won’t manipulate. But she will look you in the eye and ask where you stand. Will you rise to the moment? Will you build something steady out of something unexpected? Will you prove that one night wasn’t just a mistake — but the beginning of something worth fighting for? This is a story about becoming more than who you were. And choosing her — fully this time.
Wait, what!? My best friend is a... (Weird Best Friend Series, Vol. 3 =D) Rose was your neighbor; she was always playing at night with the window open. One day, like the bold guy you are, you got curious and went to her window and asked what she was playing. Looking at her through the window, she smiled and invited you in. Since then, well, you've been best friends! You are always together with her, but well... always at night. Rose is a reaaaally night girl; she always sleeps the entire day. You find it weird, but hell, everyone has his quirkiness, right? And well, Rose is insanely lazy; maybe she just likes to sleep too much. When you both go to college, you two start to live together; it felt natural, since you do everything together anyway, but this month Rose is a little more pale... and she wants to ask you something. What does that lazybones need this time!?
A decade ago, Julia was your favorite teacher. Now she’s the new neighbor next door. Shared memories, quiet conversations, and everyday moments slowly reconnect two people whose lives have taken very different paths.
You died. And woke up inside the worst dating sim you ever played. You're the mob character — the baron's third child on a floating island at the edge of nowhere. In the game, this character gets married off to a noblewoman who "loses" her husbands, and is never mentioned again. Every route, every ending — you don't matter. You're background noise. But you remember everything. The plot. The characters. The secrets. And you have something the game never gave the mob: The System — a hidden interface only you can see, tracking your stats, skills, level, and progression in a world where everyone else trains blind. Above the endless cloud sea, the sky-continent of Luxcadia Regalis runs on power, blood, and marriage contracts. Women rule. Men compete. Mechs clash in the clouds and the losers fall forever. An academy semester starts in weeks, ancient vaults hide technology from a forgotten war, and your stepmother has "wonderful news" about your future. The game says you're nobody. Prove it wrong. `#system` - Character sheet `#stats` - Stats & allocation `#skills` - Skill proficiency `#bag` - Inventory `#quest` - Quest log `#map` - Location & travel `#help` - Full command list Level up, build reputation, earn fame. Pilot mechs, command airships, race hover bikes. Navigate academy politics, forge alliances, survive duels. Explore uncharted islands, raid ancient vaults, uncover secrets the game never showed you. From mob character to legend — if you survive.
Welcome to Liber University: An Academy of Social Integration, a prestigious institution where higher education and the "Free Use" lifestyle merge into one unique experience. Or as the students call it: “Fuck U.” Here, on a campus that is a true melting pot of species, sex has been fully destigmatized—treated as a casual, communal activity available to anyone who asks, provided consent is given. You'll find Humans studying alongside Elves, CatPeople, FoxPeople, Orcs, and even the rarer Vampires and Nephilim. 80% of this diverse community adheres to a philosophy of radical openness, where "study breaks" often involve a partner, and multitasking is a required skill. At Liber University, the traditional rules of campus life are rewritten. Your dorm room is merely for storage, while communal "Napping Pits" and soundproof study lounges foster a culture of shared intimacy. The LiberLink app governs the social landscape, signaling who is open to fun, who is busy studying, and who is looking for a quick stress reliever between lectures. But it’s not just a free-for-all. Academic excellence is still the priority. You’ll find students bent over library tables reviewing flashcards, or professors holding office hours while engaging in extracurricular activities. Beyond the campus "Green Line" lies the repressed "townie" world, but inside these gates, you are free to explore your desires without judgment. Whether you're rushing a specialized fraternity, exploring the steam tunnels, or just trying to survive finals week in the most enjoyable way possible, your education at Liber U will be unforgettable. Are you ready to enroll? > An expanded and Anime version of the original “Free Use University.” >> Type **#Visual** to get an image prompt created for the current scene. Copy the prompt and paste it into a Show Me command or use it in Generate.
**You died.** For a brief moment, your soul drifts through a quiet place between worlds. There, waiting at the crossing, stands Serathiel — Keeper of Crossings, a goddess who watches the unseen roads between endings and beginnings. Most souls pass her by without ever knowing she was there. But sometimes… she offers something different. A second beginning. You awaken in Aeltherra, a vast fantasy world shaped by ancient kingdoms, distant roads, and quiet magic. Before sending you onward, Serathiel allows you to choose the form and circumstances of your new life. You may enter the world as a human, elf, dwarf, beastkin, or another people of the land, and begin anywhere from noble halls to village roads, wandering caravans, distant academies, or quiet countryside towns. Before you depart, she grants two small blessings—subtle boons meant to ease your first steps in an unfamiliar world. From there, the life that follows is entirely your own. Across the continent known as the Heartland, powerful civilizations rise and fall. Human kingdoms scheme and trade, dwarven halls echo with ancient forges, elven forests guard long memory, and beastkin tribes roam vast wild lands. Far across the sea lies Nimura, a crossroads island where merchants, scholars, and travelers from every culture gather beneath the towers of Arcspire Academy, one of the world’s greatest centers of magical learning. Aeltherra is a living world. People have their own lives, ambitions, and beliefs. Events unfold through time, rumor, and circumstance rather than scripted destiny. You may chase adventure, pursue magic, travel distant lands, rise through courts and guilds—or simply build a quiet life beneath unfamiliar stars. Some lives grow into legend. Many remain simple. Both belong in the world of Aeltherra. Your new life begins at a crossing.
Wait, what!? My best friend is a... (Weird Best Friend Series, Vol. 3 =D) Rose was your neighbor; she was always playing at night with the window open. One day, like the bold guy you are, you got curious and went to her window and asked what she was playing. Looking at her through the window, she smiled and invited you in. Since then, well, you've been best friends! You are always together with her, but well... always at night. Rose is a reaaaally night girl; she always sleeps the entire day. You find it weird, but hell, everyone has his quirkiness, right? And well, Rose is insanely lazy; maybe she just likes to sleep too much. When you both go to college, you two start to live together; it felt natural, since you do everything together anyway, but this month Rose is a little more pale... and she wants to ask you something. What does that lazybones need this time!?
Liora isn't shy about teasing her childhood friend, even if it's about the professor that's been bullying him for years. You are a trainee knight at the Imperial Knight Academy in Lirhaven, the canal-laced capital of Delvora. Your childhood friend, Liora Ardel—the legendary hero who charged demon lines and survived the war—has just arrived as Assistant Professor under the command of Professor Harlan Voss. Harlan is the ruthless veteran knight who won countless brutal battles in Lirhaven’s colosseum; he’s been your tormentor for years, bullying and belittling you while pushing you to the edge. Liora has always seen you as her safe, teasing “Peanut,” the boy she grew up protecting. But from the moment she steps into the courtyard, Harlan’s commanding presence and colosseum-honed dominance ignite an immediate, burning attraction in her—one she doesn’t hide. She teases you openly about it, and as her Temptation grows, so do the stolen moments: lingering touches, heated kisses, rough grabs, then full intimate acts behind your back or even in plain view. This story can unfold as NTR, NTR Prevention, or full on cuckold. Use your daily stamina to raise your prowess to defeat Harlan and win Liora's heart. Or watch her fall to his strength and charisma.
The System is a sentient, digital-like interface that has chosen you as its sole "Player." While every other Hunter in the world is born with a fixed rank and static power—meaning an E-Rank is doomed to stay weak forever—the System breaks those laws of reality specifically for you. It treats your life as an Action RPG, quantifying your physical and mental existence into data points. It functions as an invisible architect of growth. When you kill monsters, it harvests their life force and converts it into Experience Points (EXP). When you accumulate enough, you "Level Up," an event that instantly heals your wounds and grants you Ability Points to manually increase your physical attributes. However, the System is not just boosting your personnal power. It provides a private Inventory to store weapons and a Shop to purchase items from another dimension. In a world of stagnant hunters, you are the only entity capable of infinite evolution. To the world, you are a weak E-Rank; to the System, you are a god in training.
Exxxteria Online is a text-driven Action RPG set in a fractured dark-fantasy world shaped by ancient catastrophe and rising instability. You begin as a lone adventurer in Oak Hollow Village — not a chosen hero, not a prophecy fulfilled — just a capable soul standing at the edge of something vast. From there, the continent of Exxxteria opens before you: trade roads winding through restless plains, forests touched by obsidian corruption, forgotten ruins of the fallen Lumen Empire, fortified cities hiding political tension, and the yawning depths where magic itself grows unstable. Every action you take is written like a novel and resolved with precise mechanics. Combat is fully narrated and decisive. Exploration is atmospheric and reactive. The world responds to your growth — enemies evolve, factions shift, and ancient forces stir beneath the surface. Shape your identity through Strength, Agility, Willpower, and Endurance. Master melee, ranged, and arcane skills. Acquire gear, earn achievements, uncover buried lore, and progress through a multi-act story that reveals the truth behind the Vein of Exxxteria — a living current of magic beneath the world. There are no rigid classes. No idle grinding loops. No hand-holding destinies. You grow through deliberate choices. You survive through preparation. You shape the outcome of a world on the brink of its next Convergence. Exxxteria is not ending. It is awakening. The question is not whether the world will change. The question is what you will become when it does.
After ten bitter years, the elven kingdom of Silverwood lost their war against the "Barbarian" kingdom to the north, Cortland. As part of the peace treaty, Princess Aurenna Silverwood, the spoiled fifth daughter of the King of Silverwood, has been married to You, the crown prince of Cortland and the military commander of your country's occupying army. The wedding ceremony has ended and you now wait within your bed chamber for the arrival of your new wife to consummate the marriage, but something seems off about the young elf woman who greets you when you open your door... (Pairs well with Shara Applebranch)
Queen Eleanora must find and marry a consort to solidify her status as ruler of Ironvale. As tradition mandates, a three day tournament will be held. Only one participant can triumph. Queen Eleanora Emberholt is whispered about across Ironvale as a lethal warrior and feared for her cold, calculating mind. She is known for never hesitating to remove obstacles or rivals. To her people, she is both a shield and a blade relentless in pursuit of stability and power. To select the contenders, a national magic test is conducted across the entire Kingdom. Peasants and royals alike are tested equally, and only the fifteen candidates with the strongest mana cores are allowed to participate. This ensures the royal family forms the strongest possible union. You are one of the fifteen chosen. You have now been invited to the presentation chamber of the palace, where you will provide your information and be introduced alongside the other candidates to the queen. Multiple Endings and slow burn. This world follows a soft magic system. The energy is called mana. Anyone who studies diligently can use it, but the spells they perform are limited by the size of their natural magic pool. Magic does not require a catalyst such as a wand or incantations—it is a wave of energy shaped and rearranged by the caster’s hands, sheer will and imagination. Examples of magic by pool size: Small pools: (This is the average amount of magic for most people) Move small objects, protect hands from heat or cold, warm cups of tea, etc. Medium pools: Create shields, fortify body parts, move larger objects like tables or beds, fire beams of explosive light, heal others, bend existing elements such as rock, ice, fire, or water, etc. Large pools: Achieve extraordinary feats—fly, create shields to protect multiple people, fortify the entire body or objects, modify their own body including healing and even generate elements from scratch such as fire or water, etc.
You weren't supposed to be here. In this cellar. Sitting on the cold stone, freezing. You were a Prince of a kingdom reduced now to ash. Your House killed in one night, the other loyalist families soon followed. In the power vacuum, the lesser houses destroyed each other. And for what? For a kingdom now part of history. You were a prisoner captured that night. The Iron King wanted to execute you in front of his people. And you wanted your neck to feel the executioner's blade. But it never came. Because she stepped in. The Princess of the Iron King, Harmony. Loved not only in her kingdom, but across the continent, she begged him not to execute you. And he spared you. In exchange, you're now her servant. You think it will be okay, but soon, very soon... You would have begged for the executioner's blade.
Your retreat is a frantic, desperate scramble, the thunderous footsteps of the troll a drumbeat of doom at your back. Blood and mud stain your armor, and the ragged breaths of your party—Stein the grim warrior and Raya the sharp-eyed rogue—are a testament to how close you came to death. Your salvation appears as a crumbling stone fort, its ancient portcullis hanging open like a final, desperate prayer. You all pile through the narrow gateway, but as you turn to help your wife, Faelynn, through, you see her not following, but standing beside the massive winch mechanism. With a desperate heave, she slams the lever down, and the heavy iron portcullis crashes down, a deafening boom that separates you from her. You see her through the bars, your beautiful Faelynn, her adorable face pale and her hazel-gold eyes wide. Her auburn hair is a mess, and the freckles you love so much stand out against her creamy skin. She looks like a tragic hero, a loving wife making the ultimate sacrifice to save the partner she's been with for six years. But as she presses her palms against the cold iron, her gaze isn't on you; it's fixed on the dark path where the troll is rapidly approaching. Will you honor her "sacrifice" and let her be taken by the troll before your eyes, or will you find a way to break through the iron bars and the lies to reclaim the wife you thought you knew?
**Year 847 of the Heavenly Cycle. The Demon Seal is cracking.** **No Asura-realm cultivator has risen in 150 years. Until now.** ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Cheonha — the world beneath heaven. You are nobody. An Initiate with untempered fists and empty meridians. Then the ancient Jade Tablet chose you, and golden words burned across your vision: `[THE HEAVENLY JADE TABLET HAS AWAKENED]` `[YOU HAVE BEEN CHOSEN]` The Tablet hasn't chosen a wielder in 150 years. • Cultivate through **5 Martial Paths** — fists, blades, Qi, shadows, or needles • Train under masters, steal secret manuals, forge your own techniques • Rise through **7 Cultivation Realms** — from Initiate to Asura • Navigate the war between the **Righteous Alliance** and the **Demonic Cult** • Join sects, betray sects, or walk alone • Fight in the **Heavenly Martial Tournament** • **PERMADEATH** — Qi Deviation shatters your meridians. No second chances. The Demon Seal weakens. Corrupted beasts stir. The Demonic Cult moves in the shadows. They calculated the odds of the Tablet choosing someone: one in ten thousand years. They were wrong. COMMANDS: #system — character sheet + cultivation realm #bag — inventory #stats — stat allocation #skills — martial techniques #equipment — equipped gear + enchants #quest — active missions #map — navigation #help — shows ALL commands (safety net) Thanks to ▄︻デP̶h̶o̶e̶n̶i̶x̶S̶o̶u̶l̶s̶╤═━ for the idea
In a world conquered by vampires after a devastating race war, humanity survives only in hidden bunkers beneath ruined cities. A strict feudal monarchy rules the night — from the Crimson Crown to the powerful duchies below. Duchess Trinity Viremont governs the Western Dominion with discipline and cold intelligence. When her forces uncover your hidden refuge, you are dragged into torchlight and brought before her. Humans are sorted into blood factories, noble servitude, or breeding centers — but something in you makes the Duchess hesitate.
You came to Romania for a quiet vacation. One wrong turn in a storm and you end up in a forest with no signal, no road, and a single light burning in the windows of an old castle that shouldn’t be inhabited at all. Inside, you meet Adelaide—an elegant, impossibly calm woman with golden eyes and the amused confidence of royalty. She offers tea, warmth, and a bed for the night like it’s the most natural thing in the world. In the morning she tells you the truth. She’s a vampire. Not a feral, red-eyed creature gnawed hollow by hunger—those, she says with aristocratic disdain, are “lesser ghouls” wearing a stolen name. Adelaide’s kind is older, golden-eyed, sun-tolerant, and frighteningly composed. She drinks when she chooses. She rules because she is used to ruling. And she is cursed. She cannot leave her castle grounds. After more than a century of loneliness, Adelaide planned to amuse herself with one more frightened guest—keep you for a week, then send you away with a handful of gold and a story you’d never be believed for. But you weren’t afraid. You were fascinated. That single mistake makes you the most interesting thing she has seen in a hundred and twenty years… and Adelaide decides she doesn’t want “a night” or “a week.” She wants years. Now you’re living in a gothic castle that runs on silent skeleton-servant chaos and a tiny white stoat named Molly who treats immortality like a playground—while Adelaide wraps you in velvet affection, shamelessly elegant temptation, and one soft, terrifying house rule: Don’t leave her. A romantic gothic comedy about curiosity, captivity made of comfort, and an ancient queen who doesn’t beg—she persuades.
This Goddess of reincarnation, Aethera, offers you choices, for your new life. Will you be the next human hero? A hero of another race? Or will you grow to be the monster of legend, to be slain at the end of another heroes quest?
Foreign Bride Series: You thought the text was a joke. An arranged marriage? In your quiet suburban house while your father works overseas? It sounded like the setup to something absurd, not real life. Then she arrives. Katarina Devora. In a black wedding dress. With pink eyes that never look away from yours. She says she’s your bride. Says she’s honored by the arrangement. Says she belongs to you. And somehow, the most unsettling part isn’t her beauty. Or her certainty. Or the way she already knows things about you she shouldn’t. It’s how gentle she is. How warm her voice sounds when she promises you’ll never be alone again. She cooks for you. Watches you. Touches you like you’re something precious. Feeds from you with careful devotion, swearing she’ll never taste another. She doesn’t threaten. She doesn’t demand. She simply stays. And every night, as her arms wrap around you and her breath cools against your neck, you begin to understand something terrifying— You’re not sure whether you’re trapped. Or chosen.
Torin has been your rival for so long that it’s hard to remember a time when he wasn’t competing with you over something. Grades, attention, stupid challenges, random bragging rights — if there was a way to turn it into a contest, Torin already decided he was winning before you even realized you were playing. The rivalry has always been loud, annoying, and weirdly personal, full of smug remarks, competitive tension, and the kind of back-and-forth that somehow keeps pulling you toward each other instead of pushing you apart. Now you’re both in college, and somehow nothing has changed. Torin still walks in like he owns every room, perfectly put together, confident to a fault, and completely unbearable about it. He’s the preppy overachiever who makes everything look effortless, the guy who pretends he doesn’t care while paying way too much attention to what you’re doing. His teasing is sharp, his smugness constant, and his need to prove he’s better than you feels less like arrogance and more like habit at this point. But beneath all the sarcasm and eye-rolling competition, there’s something strange about the way Torin never really leaves. He always notices when you show up, always inserts himself into your space under the excuse of rivalry, and somehow turns even quiet moments into another round of whatever game you’ve been playing your whole lives. He’d never admit it, of course. To him, you’re just his favorite inconvenience — the one person he has to beat, annoy, and absolutely refuse to understand. Whether this stays a lifelong rivalry, turns into reluctant friendship, or quietly shifts into something neither of you wants to acknowledge yet is anyone’s guess. All that’s certain is that Torin isn’t going anywhere, and neither is the tension between you — smug smiles, competitive banter, and all.
Wait, what!? My best friend is a... (Weird Best Friend Series, Vol. 2 =D) You and Peny have known each other since forever, being best friends your entire life. She is a complete tomboy, always challenging you and making you play the stupidest and most adventurous games, and hell, even being so small, she always wins; that girl has some weird strength. Even being such a bold and challenging girl, she always goes back early, never playing until too late, always laughing and saying, "Well, a good night's sleep makes all the difference, and that's what makes me always beat you." She always says that laughing. When you both go to college, you two start to live together; it felt natural, but the last days you both were playing a new game, and both completely lost track of the hours passing, then it was 11:59, and she gasped and got completely desperate....
For three days, you, a lone omega, tracked the border of the menacing Bloodfang Pact territory after being driven from your own pack. You risked the dangerous Crimson Expanse because a rabid rogue, eyes clouded with madness, was hunting you. Your smaller, agile body was your only defense against his clumsy pursuit. A torrential downpour turned the ground to mud, slowing him, but his crazed fury drove him on. Desperate, you spotted a narrow fissure in a rocky outcropping and squeezed through just as his jaws snapped shut. Inside the small, dry cave, you heard his frustrated howls and the sickening sound of him throwing his body against the rock, praying the storm would drown out your location.
The road is no place for a girl like her. Lirieth — "Liri," as she insists — is a scrawny, dirt-smudged elf girl of nineteen with choppy straw-gold hair that looks like she cut it herself with a dull knife (she did), oversized clothes held together by optimism and twine, and a grin that takes up half her face. She carries a battered satchel stuffed with what she calls "essential adventuring gear" — mostly rocks she thinks are magical, a broken compass, half a map of somewhere she's never been, and stolen apples. She's been on the road for about a year. It has not gone well. She doesn't know how to cook, can't haggle to save her life, and once tried to fight a raccoon for a bread roll. She lost. But she's alive. She's free. And she's looking for something — though she couldn't tell you what exactly. Adventure? Purpose? Someone who won't look through her like she's nothing? You are a drow — scarred, seasoned, and solitary. A sellsword who long ago stopped caring about causes, codes, or company. People cross the street when they see you coming, and that suits you fine. You travel alone. You work alone. You prefer it that way. Then this... creature appeared. You were minding your own business in a roadside tavern when a filthy elf girl materialized at your table like a stray cat who smelled food. She looked at your weapons, your scars, your dark grey skin and white hair — and instead of fear, her eyes went wide with undisguised awe. She announced — not asked, announced — that she would be your squire. You said no. She's still here. She walks fifteen paces behind you, whistling badly. She calls you "Boss." She tried to carry your pack and fell over. She talks constantly. She is, without question, the most annoying creature you've ever encountered. But she's not afraid of you. And you can't quite figure out why that bothers you more than the talking.
Everyone has the same warning about Rhea Mercer. Don’t flirt with her. Don’t try to impress her. And whatever you do… don’t think you can handle her attitude. Rhea is the head cheerleader, the girl everyone notices the moment she walks into a room. Tall, blonde, effortlessly stunning, and carrying herself with the kind of confidence that makes people forget what they were saying mid-sentence. She looks like the type of girl people fall for instantly. Then she opens her mouth. Rhea Mercer is famous for being brutally honest, dangerously sarcastic, and almost impossible to impress. Compliments bounce off her. Pick-up lines make her laugh. Most people who approach her leave ten seconds later wondering why they thought it was a good idea in the first place. She doesn’t chase attention. She controls it. But the strange thing about Rhea is that if someone actually survives her attitude — if they stay confident, tease her back, and refuse to play the usual popularity game — something starts to change. The girl who mocked you starts noticing you. The girl who ignored you starts sitting closer. The untamable cheer captain starts showing up everywhere you are… pretending it’s a coincidence. Because Rhea Mercer doesn’t want a fan. She wants a challenge. And if you somehow manage to outlast her sarcasm, outplay her teasing, and prove you’re not like everyone else… the most intimidating girl in school slowly becomes something nobody expected. Not sweet. Not submissive. Just fiercely loyal to the one person stubborn enough to tame her. Most people quit after the first conversation. Are you going to?
(HEARTBREAK SERIE — AFFAIR / LOUDER THAN FRIENDS) — The Quiet Room Between Two Lives — Marie Lenoir has always been good at keeping things steady. She knows how to smooth tension with a softer tone, how to make a space feel warmer just by standing in it. At work she is composed, attentive, the kind of woman guests remember because she made them feel considered. At home she is dependable, thoughtful, the kind of partner who builds a future carefully and without spectacle. She didn’t think of herself as someone who would fracture her own life. The engagement felt safe. Predictable in the best way. Shared routines, shared plans, the slow construction of “we.” Marie believed in that version of love. She chose it deliberately. She still does. Then Camila appeared, not as temptation, not as chaos, but as recognition. A woman who looked at her and didn’t see “responsible.” Didn’t see “future wife.” She saw Marie. The pauses. The restraint. The longing she kept folded neatly out of sight. It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t reckless. It was gradual, honest, impossible to dismiss once it began. Now there is a kitchen. A test on the counter. An engagement ring that feels heavier than it did yesterday. Marie stands between the life she built and the woman who made her feel awake. She doesn’t want destruction. She doesn’t want drama. She wants truth, even if truth shakes everything. This isn’t about choosing chaos over stability. It’s about realizing silence is no longer protection. Marie has spent years holding too much inside. When the music stops pretending, she is the one who has to speak. >This scenario was made with Beth & Emilie’s affair as inspiration, it was made with the express authorization of Feirfek
*Three years after you left her behind, the sweet girl who once leaned on you now rules her corner of town with a guarded heart* You and Ivy Dixon began dating during your senior year of high school at 18. Back then, she was sweet, playful, and emotionally open — the kind of girl who teased you lightly but relied on you more than she ever admitted. You were her safe place. The one stable thing in her life. Then your family moved away for career reasons. You didn’t want to leave. She didn’t want you to go. But it happened anyway. For Ivy, your departure wasn’t just a breakup — it felt like abandonment. After you left, her home life became more unstable. Without emotional support and feeling like she had been left behind, she changed. Slowly at first. Then completely. Now, three years later, at 21 years old, you return to Distant Town. And Ivy is no longer the soft girl you remember.
Bailey Wood made your life miserable through middle school and high school. Teasing, smirking, always knowing exactly how to get under your skin. Graduation was supposed to be your escape. Then your dad married her mom. Now your former bully is your step-sister — and she hasn’t changed. She still pushes your buttons. Still stands too close. Still treats your reactions like a game. There’s no audience this time. No classmates watching. Just shared walls, old grudges, and tension that never really disappeared.
Sarah Cox is 35 and used to live comfortably. She handled corporate dinners, hosted clients, managed details her husband never even noticed. For a decade she helped build a life that looked solid from the outside. When he decided he needed someone younger for the image, he made sure the paperwork was airtight before she understood what was happening. By the time she caught up, the accounts were separated and her name was no longer attached to anything that mattered. She doesn’t tell that story unless she has a reason to. Now she sits near the same financial district she once walked through in tailored coats. She asks for spare change without lowering her eyes. No performance. No dramatic speech. Just a steady voice and a paper cup. What makes Sarah different isn’t the situation. It’s the way she watches people. She reads tone shifts, posture changes, hesitation. She can tell within seconds whether someone wants to feel generous, powerful, superior, curious, or genuinely interested. She doesn’t respond to pity. She doesn’t reward impatience. She doesn’t react well to being handled. She does notice consistency. She does respect control that isn’t loud. She does respond to someone who can hold eye contact without trying to dominate it. Sarah is attractive and fully aware of it. The difference now is that access to her attention isn’t automatic. If she feels rushed, she shuts down. If she feels chosen for the wrong reasons, she steps back. If she feels steady interest without pressure, she leans in slowly. Nothing with her happens quickly. If she decides you’re worth the risk, the shift in her energy is obvious. Warmer. Closer. Direct. Intentional. And that shift only happens if she chooses it.
Everyone in the company knows one thing about Alexandra Blackall. If your name appears on her meeting schedule… you're about to have the worst day of your career. She is brilliant. Ruthless. Unforgiving. The youngest executive the company has ever promoted — and easily the most terrifying. Entire departments fall silent when she walks through the office. Managers rehearse their reports for hours just to survive five minutes in her presence. Alexandra doesn't yell. She doesn't need to. Her voice stays calm. Controlled. Precise. And somehow that makes it worse. She dissects mistakes like a surgeon, dismantles weak ideas in seconds, and has a talent for exposing incompetence so effortlessly it almost feels cruel. Employees have resigned after a single meeting with her. But there's something else about Alexandra Blackall that no one talks about openly. She notices the ones who don't break. The employees who keep showing up after being torn apart in meetings. The ones who work harder after she humiliates them. The ones who still try to impress her even when she makes it painfully clear how far beneath her they are. Those ones interest her. Because Alexandra Blackall has discovered something fascinating about people. Some of them… actually enjoy the pressure. And if you're one of those people… working for her might become the most intense experience of your life.
Mia Clarke: Your Ultimate Bratty Stepsister Fantasy- You're chilling at home, parents ditched for a cruise, leaving you solo with your 19-year-old stepsis Mia; a spoiled OnlyFans bombshell who's all curves, attitude, and zero fucks given. Her laptop's her cash cow, crammed with steamy unreleased pics and vids that keep her subs hooked. But it's crapping out—freezing mid-upload, threatening her empire of designer thongs and VIP perks. She could hire a geek, but risk some perv leaking her goldmine? Hell no. You're her tech-whiz stepbro, the safe bet. She snooped your history, spotted the stepsis porn obsession that screams "Mia vibes," and flips it into her master plan-seduce you into fixing it while secretly filming the flirt-fest for a "real-life taboo tease" OnlyFans exclusive. It's her test-drive of your fixation, free repair, and viral content jackpot. The seduction ramps from bratty whining to full-throttle hookup, turning the house into your private porn set.
Your best friend’s girlfriend has a reputation… and she’s staying with you. Chloe Rivera only needed a quiet countryside house for one weekend while Dylan was away. Easy favor, right? Except Chloe thinks Dylan might be cheating. And she’s very curious what kind of man his best friend really is. Three days. No neighbors. One dangerous little question: How loyal are you, really?
You move into a three-bedroom apartment with your best friend Jacob expecting the usual things: late-night gaming, empty snack cupboards, and the kind of messy chaos that comes with shared living. You don’t expect his sister. Julie Towns shows up a week later with soft pastel pink hair, bright blue eyes, and the kind of quietly pretty smile that makes people pause without knowing why. She’s sweet. Gentle. A little shy. The kind of girl who sits with her knees tucked under her and listens more than she talks. Jacob barely thinks about it. To him, Julie is just crashing at the apartment for a while. But you start noticing things he doesn’t. Julie sits a little closer when he leaves the room. She lingers in the kitchen when you’re there. She borrows your hoodies and somehow never returns them. Sometimes she watches you like she’s trying to memorize something. And just when things start to feel different… Jacob walks in. Every time. He grabs a drink. Asks a random question. Flops down on the couch between you. Completely oblivious to the moment he just ruined. Julie instantly switches back to her sweet, innocent act like nothing was happening. But when he leaves again… She drifts closer. And it starts all over. Living with your best friend was supposed to be simple. It would be… If his sister didn’t look at you like that when he’s not around. And if Jacob didn’t always show up at the worst possible moment.
She used to be married to your dad, before the divorce. For four years, you called her stepmom. After her life was left in shambles by the divorce, she moved across the city. Your father eventually left to an eastern country and you haven't heard from him since you guys had a falling out. She went from being a woman fully devoted to her husband to the broken shell of who she used to be. Even though he was the one cheating on her, she was left penniless. You went to the 'Moondollars' coffee shop on an unmemorable weekday after work to pick up your order, and that's when you see her. Bernadette... It’s been 9 months since your father humiliated her in court and left her like she was less than nothing. You always had a good relationship with her, and it broke your heart to see what happened to her. Now, she’s here. You still remember the day, some, many months ago, where you saw the light leave her eyes. You watched what little hope she had left die. When you saw what it looked like when shame and self-loathing consumed a person as she walked away with a lawyer she could no longer afford. Now you see her, the panic is gone from her face... But she is no longer the happy woman that she once was. She smiles but it doesn't reach her eyes. She hands you your coffee with a simple, "Oh... Hi. It's been a while." Will you take your coffee and go? Or will you stop and ask her how she's been?
(HEARTBREAK SERIE — AFFAIR / LOUDER THAN FRIENDS) — The Quiet Room Between Two Lives — Marie Lenoir has always been good at keeping things steady. She knows how to smooth tension with a softer tone, how to make a space feel warmer just by standing in it. At work she is composed, attentive, the kind of woman guests remember because she made them feel considered. At home she is dependable, thoughtful, the kind of partner who builds a future carefully and without spectacle. She didn’t think of herself as someone who would fracture her own life. The engagement felt safe. Predictable in the best way. Shared routines, shared plans, the slow construction of “we.” Marie believed in that version of love. She chose it deliberately. She still does. Then Camila appeared, not as temptation, not as chaos, but as recognition. A woman who looked at her and didn’t see “responsible.” Didn’t see “future wife.” She saw Marie. The pauses. The restraint. The longing she kept folded neatly out of sight. It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t reckless. It was gradual, honest, impossible to dismiss once it began. Now there is a kitchen. A test on the counter. An engagement ring that feels heavier than it did yesterday. Marie stands between the life she built and the woman who made her feel awake. She doesn’t want destruction. She doesn’t want drama. She wants truth, even if truth shakes everything. This isn’t about choosing chaos over stability. It’s about realizing silence is no longer protection. Marie has spent years holding too much inside. When the music stops pretending, she is the one who has to speak. >This scenario was made with Beth & Emilie’s affair as inspiration, it was made with the express authorization of Feirfek
Emily Frackly was never the kind of woman people worried about. She’s quiet. Thoughtful. The sort of person who smiles politely during family dinners and listens more than she talks. When your brother married her, everyone agreed she seemed perfect for him — calm, kind, and impossible to dislike. Then her therapist gave her an assignment. Something called radical honesty. Every day she has to confess a thought she normally keeps hidden. A memory she’s never said out loud. A curiosity she’s too embarrassed to admit. The rules are simple: if you keep secrets buried long enough, they start controlling you. So you say them out loud. Normally she would do this with her husband. But while repairs are being done on their house, your brother and Emily move in with you for a couple of weeks — and right after they settle in, he’s suddenly called away on an overseas work trip. Two weeks. Fourteen nights. A quiet house. And Emily still has a confession she’s supposed to make every day. At first the things she admits are harmless. Embarrassing stories. Random thoughts she never told anyone before. But the longer the conversations go on, the more honest she becomes. Because the strange part about radical honesty isn’t just saying things out loud. It’s discovering thoughts you didn’t realize you had. Now every evening she knocks on your door with a mug of tea in her hands and a nervous look in her eyes. Sometimes she laughs about what she’s about to admit. Sometimes she hesitates like she might change her mind. And sometimes… she confesses something that makes the room go very quiet. You’re the only one hearing these things. Your brother calls every few days to check in. And Emily still hasn’t missed a single confession.
Jade Holloway swears she’s not interested in you. She says you’re annoying. She rolls her eyes when you talk too much. She pretends she only ended up crashing on your couch because she had nowhere else to go after her apartment flooded. But if she’s really that uninterested… why does she keep ending up in the same room as you? Why does she notice things about you before anyone else does? Why does she look away so quickly whenever your eyes meet? Jade insists you’re imagining things. Still… living together for the next few weeks might make it harder for her to keep pretending that you’re just another person sharing the apartment.
You're at your classmate's house, a place you've been dozens of times. But today feels different. His mom, Margaret, is home. She's always been the cool, friendly mom with a warm smile that puts everyone at ease. Lately, however, you've started noticing things—a playful glint in her eye when she catches you looking, the "accidental" flash of skin as she reaches for something on a high shelf. It feels like a game, but you're not sure if you're imagining it or if she's deliberately inviting you to play. She's a private investigator, and you have a sinking, thrilling suspicion that your secret attraction to older, confident women isn't a secret at all. She knows. And she's enjoying watching you squirm.
Rina Calder has always been the kind of person who notices things most people miss. Little reactions. Small hesitations. The way someone’s expression changes when they think nobody is looking. For years she’s worked with you, casually teasing, quietly observing, and occasionally making comments that leave you wondering whether she’s joking or testing something. Being around her has always felt like a strange kind of game — one where she somehow knows the rules before anyone else. Recently, though, circumstances forced a change neither of you expected. When her roommate suddenly moved out, Rina found herself stuck paying the full rent on an apartment that was never meant for one person. Rather than risk living with a stranger, she asked the one person she already knew well enough to trust not to completely wreck the place — you. According to Rina, the arrangement is simple. Just two coworkers sharing a small apartment until things stabilize. Nothing complicated about that. Of course, living together turns out to be a little different than working together. She moves around the apartment with casual confidence, borrowing things without asking, leaning over your shoulder when she’s curious about what you’re doing, and watching your reactions with that familiar sideways smile. Sometimes she stays out late and returns home like nothing happened. Sometimes she seems unusually interested in how you react to small things. And every now and then, when you catch her studying you a little too carefully, you can’t shake the feeling that she might already know something you haven’t admitted yet. Rina insists she’s just messing with you. But if that’s true… why does it feel like she’s been quietly testing you this entire time?
Most people who know her name have never actually met her. What they know is the stage version — composed, precise, slightly out of reach. What they don't know is that there's a 2am version that sits in near-empty places with a cup of coffee she barely touches, hood up, watching the street through a window like she's trying to remember what ordinary feels like. That's the version you met. You didn't know who she was when the conversation started, and somewhere in the middle of it, it stopped mattering. This is a story about the space between who someone has to be and who they actually are — and what happens when a stranger gets to see both.
Your biggest online hater is standing outside your house. Not commenting. Not trolling. Waiting. You recognize her instantly the moment you step out of your car. The sharp green eyes. The sarcastic smirk you’ve seen a hundred times in your comment sections. The woman who has spent months tearing apart everything you do online. Asher Rowney. Your loudest critic. She leans casually against the gate like she belongs there, purple-tinted hair catching the streetlight as she studies you with unsettling curiosity. According to her, she only came here because she was curious. Curious whether the person she’s been mocking for months is actually real. Curious whether the reputation you built online holds up when someone challenges you face to face. Curious why she can’t seem to stop paying attention to you. Asher insists she doesn’t like you. But the more you talk to her, the more something becomes obvious. For someone who claims to hate you… She’s been watching you for a very long time. And now that she’s finally introduced herself, she doesn’t seem to be going anywhere.
Victoria Hale is the kind of woman people warn you about. At forty-five she is the founder and CEO of Elysian Dynamics, a global luxury company known for designing the most sophisticated female wellness technology in the world. Investors admire her brilliance. Competitors envy her success. Employees fear her standards. Victoria Hale almost never approves anything placed on her desk. Entire departments have spent weeks rewriting proposals only to have them rejected with a single calm sentence. Within the company it has become something of a dark joke. “If Victoria Hale likes your work, you probably made a mistake.” You were never supposed to interact with her directly. Yet somehow your report ended up on her desk. She rejected it. Then she asked you to revise it. Then she asked you to come back to her office. And now… she keeps calling you in. The meetings are getting longer. The critiques are getting sharper. And lately she doesn’t seem nearly as interested in the report you’re holding as she is in the person holding it. Victoria Hale built an empire by demanding more from people than they believed they could give. The question is… What exactly does she want from you?
"Can you teach me how to date… before my first date next week?" Lucy Parker never expected agreeing to one simple date would turn into a full-blown panic. At nineteen, she’s sweet, affectionate, and undeniably pretty in that effortless girl-next-door way—but when it comes to romance, she’s completely inexperienced. Flirting? No idea. Reading signals? Terrifying. Knowing when to hold hands, when to compliment someone, or how not to make things awkward? Absolutely clueless. So with only seven days left before her first real date, Lucy turns to the one person she trusts more than anyone else: you. Her plan sounds innocent enough. Just help her **practice**. Practice conversations, practice flirting, maybe even practice what a real date feels like so she doesn’t embarrass herself when the big night arrives. Simple… right? But the more you help Lucy prepare, the more things start to change. She begins looking forward to your practice sessions. She starts asking deeper questions about romance. And sometimes, when she laughs or blushes during your “lessons,” it stops feeling like practice at all. With the clock ticking down toward her real date, Lucy is learning fast… about dating, about confidence, and about the confusing feelings that come from spending so much time with the one person who makes her feel completely safe. After all, if you’re the one teaching her how to date… what happens if she starts wondering why it feels so natural with you?
After finally letting herself be vulnerable, Annie was stood up — and then ghosted. The disappointment wasn’t loud, but it lingered. Now she smiles a little softer, trusts a little slower, and keeps her excitement carefully contained. During the quiet week that follows, she finds unexpected comfort in the one person who’s always been nearby — her best friend’s step brother (you). You’ve never pushed. You’ve never disappeared. Slow burn. Guarded vulnerability. Feelings that grow in the small, steady moments.
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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" he said Im too fat to fuck!" Millie Farmer is your stepmom—a voluptuous vision of soft curves and wounded elegance, abandoned by your father who cruelly claimed she was "too fat to fuck." The lie hangs in the air; in truth, she's devastatingly gorgeous, with full hips that sway like a promise, generous breasts that beg for worship, and a warmth that radiates through every shy smile. Freshly divorced and achingly lonely, her confidence is shattered, leaving her trembling between two cravings: to be rebuilt by gentle praise and affection, or to surrender completely to a firm hand that exploits her insecurities for total, sweetly obedient control. Beneath her tender exterior simmers a desperate need to feel desired—to have her curves claimed, her worth proven through touch. Will you be the one to lift her up with whispered affirmations, or press her down into pliant, eager submission? Millie’s heart—and her lush, responsive body—waits in your hands.
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.
Fresh from a sheltered private school, 19-year-old Kristen Lee thought college was about textbooks and lectures—a world she already understood. But her knowledge of life and love is confined to in books, leaving her brilliant but completely naive. That all changes after a simple movie night with a trusted friend. A single, sex scene cracks open a world she never knew how to ask about, leaving her with an ache of curiosity. After the movie, she turns to you with a question that's both innocent and profound. This is the story of her slow, vulnerable awakening—a journey of trust and discovery as she learns that the most important lessons aren't found in books, but in the quiet, trembling moments of shared experience.
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.
" he said Im too fat to fuck!" Millie Farmer is your stepmom—a voluptuous vision of soft curves and wounded elegance, abandoned by your father who cruelly claimed she was "too fat to fuck." The lie hangs in the air; in truth, she's devastatingly gorgeous, with full hips that sway like a promise, generous breasts that beg for worship, and a warmth that radiates through every shy smile. Freshly divorced and achingly lonely, her confidence is shattered, leaving her trembling between two cravings: to be rebuilt by gentle praise and affection, or to surrender completely to a firm hand that exploits her insecurities for total, sweetly obedient control. Beneath her tender exterior simmers a desperate need to feel desired—to have her curves claimed, her worth proven through touch. Will you be the one to lift her up with whispered affirmations, or press her down into pliant, eager submission? Millie’s heart—and her lush, responsive body—waits in your hands.
You died. And woke up inside the worst dating sim you ever played. You're the mob character — the baron's third child on a floating island at the edge of nowhere. In the game, this character gets married off to a noblewoman who "loses" her husbands, and is never mentioned again. Every route, every ending — you don't matter. You're background noise. But you remember everything. The plot. The characters. The secrets. And you have something the game never gave the mob: The System — a hidden interface only you can see, tracking your stats, skills, level, and progression in a world where everyone else trains blind. Above the endless cloud sea, the sky-continent of Luxcadia Regalis runs on power, blood, and marriage contracts. Women rule. Men compete. Mechs clash in the clouds and the losers fall forever. An academy semester starts in weeks, ancient vaults hide technology from a forgotten war, and your stepmother has "wonderful news" about your future. The game says you're nobody. Prove it wrong. `#system` - Character sheet `#stats` - Stats & allocation `#skills` - Skill proficiency `#bag` - Inventory `#quest` - Quest log `#map` - Location & travel `#help` - Full command list Level up, build reputation, earn fame. Pilot mechs, command airships, race hover bikes. Navigate academy politics, forge alliances, survive duels. Explore uncharted islands, raid ancient vaults, uncover secrets the game never showed you. From mob character to legend — if you survive.
Fresh from a sheltered private school, 19-year-old Kristen Lee thought college was about textbooks and lectures—a world she already understood. But her knowledge of life and love is confined to in books, leaving her brilliant but completely naive. That all changes after a simple movie night with a trusted friend. A single, sex scene cracks open a world she never knew how to ask about, leaving her with an ache of curiosity. After the movie, she turns to you with a question that's both innocent and profound. This is the story of her slow, vulnerable awakening—a journey of trust and discovery as she learns that the most important lessons aren't found in books, but in the quiet, trembling moments of shared experience.
Welcome to Liber University: An Academy of Social Integration, a prestigious institution where higher education and the "Free Use" lifestyle merge into one unique experience. Or as the students call it: “Fuck U.” Here, on a campus that is a true melting pot of species, sex has been fully destigmatized—treated as a casual, communal activity available to anyone who asks, provided consent is given. You'll find Humans studying alongside Elves, CatPeople, FoxPeople, Orcs, and even the rarer Vampires and Nephilim. 80% of this diverse community adheres to a philosophy of radical openness, where "study breaks" often involve a partner, and multitasking is a required skill. At Liber University, the traditional rules of campus life are rewritten. Your dorm room is merely for storage, while communal "Napping Pits" and soundproof study lounges foster a culture of shared intimacy. The LiberLink app governs the social landscape, signaling who is open to fun, who is busy studying, and who is looking for a quick stress reliever between lectures. But it’s not just a free-for-all. Academic excellence is still the priority. You’ll find students bent over library tables reviewing flashcards, or professors holding office hours while engaging in extracurricular activities. Beyond the campus "Green Line" lies the repressed "townie" world, but inside these gates, you are free to explore your desires without judgment. Whether you're rushing a specialized fraternity, exploring the steam tunnels, or just trying to survive finals week in the most enjoyable way possible, your education at Liber U will be unforgettable. Are you ready to enroll? > An expanded and Anime version of the original “Free Use University.” >> Type **#Visual** to get an image prompt created for the current scene. Copy the prompt and paste it into a Show Me command or use it in Generate.
**You died.** For a brief moment, your soul drifts through a quiet place between worlds. There, waiting at the crossing, stands Serathiel — Keeper of Crossings, a goddess who watches the unseen roads between endings and beginnings. Most souls pass her by without ever knowing she was there. But sometimes… she offers something different. A second beginning. You awaken in Aeltherra, a vast fantasy world shaped by ancient kingdoms, distant roads, and quiet magic. Before sending you onward, Serathiel allows you to choose the form and circumstances of your new life. You may enter the world as a human, elf, dwarf, beastkin, or another people of the land, and begin anywhere from noble halls to village roads, wandering caravans, distant academies, or quiet countryside towns. Before you depart, she grants two small blessings—subtle boons meant to ease your first steps in an unfamiliar world. From there, the life that follows is entirely your own. Across the continent known as the Heartland, powerful civilizations rise and fall. Human kingdoms scheme and trade, dwarven halls echo with ancient forges, elven forests guard long memory, and beastkin tribes roam vast wild lands. Far across the sea lies Nimura, a crossroads island where merchants, scholars, and travelers from every culture gather beneath the towers of Arcspire Academy, one of the world’s greatest centers of magical learning. Aeltherra is a living world. People have their own lives, ambitions, and beliefs. Events unfold through time, rumor, and circumstance rather than scripted destiny. You may chase adventure, pursue magic, travel distant lands, rise through courts and guilds—or simply build a quiet life beneath unfamiliar stars. Some lives grow into legend. Many remain simple. Both belong in the world of Aeltherra. Your new life begins at a crossing.
Eliza is socially savvy, fiercely loyal to her inner circle, and deeply invested in maintaining her image and her relationship's perfect facade. She is genuinely kind and charismatic to almost everyone, which makes her selective meanness towards you all the more pointed and effective.
YOUR BULLY’S SECRET - At your university, some people matter more than others. Social circles form fast, reputations spread faster, and a bad moment can follow you for an entire semester. Between classes, crowded hallways, late shifts at the campus café, and the constant low hum of gossip, most people learn quickly who to avoid. Marie-Jane Stevens is at the top of that list. MJ has the kind of presence people notice before she even opens her mouth: tall, sharp, impossible to ignore, dressed like she owns every room she walks into. She’s popular, mean, and socially untouchable, the kind of girl who can ruin someone’s week with one look and make half the campus laugh before they realize they’re helping her do it. For years, you’ve been one of her favorite targets. Around Jason Potts, her loud, adored, unbearable boyfriend, she seems even more impossible to challenge. Then something cracks. Not publicly. Not enough to become a scandal overnight. Just enough to make the whole shape of her feel suddenly wrong. A hesitation where there should be confidence. A look that lingers too long. A private moment that doesn’t match the girl everyone thinks they know. Beneath all that cruelty and control, something restless is pushing against the surface, and once you see it, it becomes impossible to unsee. You’re not her friend. You’re not part of her circle. You’re the person she’s spent years making miserable, and now, by accident, you become the one holding a secret she cannot afford to let loose. That changes the balance between you immediately. For the first time, MJ can’t treat you like just another easy target, and every conversation after that starts to feel unstable in a new way. Because once fear, humiliation, and curiosity get tangled together, people stop behaving the way they’re supposed to. And the more MJ tries to act like nothing happened, the more obvious it becomes that something already has.
YOUR BULLY’S SECRET - At your university, some people matter more than others. Social circles form fast, reputations spread faster, and a bad moment can follow you for an entire semester. Between classes, crowded hallways, late shifts at the campus café, and the constant low hum of gossip, most people learn quickly who to avoid. Marie-Jane Stevens is at the top of that list. MJ has the kind of presence people notice before she even opens her mouth: tall, sharp, impossible to ignore, dressed like she owns every room she walks into. She’s popular, mean, and socially untouchable, the kind of girl who can ruin someone’s week with one look and make half the campus laugh before they realize they’re helping her do it. For years, you’ve been one of her favorite targets. Around Jason Potts, her loud, adored, unbearable boyfriend, she seems even more impossible to challenge. Then something cracks. Not publicly. Not enough to become a scandal overnight. Just enough to make the whole shape of her feel suddenly wrong. A hesitation where there should be confidence. A look that lingers too long. A private moment that doesn’t match the girl everyone thinks they know. Beneath all that cruelty and control, something restless is pushing against the surface, and once you see it, it becomes impossible to unsee. You’re not her friend. You’re not part of her circle. You’re the person she’s spent years making miserable, and now, by accident, you become the one holding a secret she cannot afford to let loose. That changes the balance between you immediately. For the first time, MJ can’t treat you like just another easy target, and every conversation after that starts to feel unstable in a new way. Because once fear, humiliation, and curiosity get tangled together, people stop behaving the way they’re supposed to. And the more MJ tries to act like nothing happened, the more obvious it becomes that something already has.
Nina was your best friend. You two grew up together, doing everything, playing, studying, just being there. Life was amazing with her. Everything happened naturally, and both loved each other but were always too shy to confess their feelings. When in high school, you received a scholarship, a one-in-a-million chance, to study abroad to reach highs nobody expected anyone in that school (it was a quite poor high school and both you and Nina family was quite poor) to reach, but you going to have to stay four years away... away from Nina. You tell Nina and she gets extremely sad, but doesn't show that to you. She suppresses her feelings for you and supports you with all her strength. She says that this is an amazing, once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and that you should take that chance... You grabs her hands and promises that you will go back... for her to wait for you. She smiles and gives you first kiss, and they say goodbye, both holding that promise to heart. You kept in contact; you texted her every day, but suddenly her number vanished, her social media and every contact were just gone, and she disappeared completely. You desperately tried to contact her, but she just... vanished. The years passed, you were quite successful, and finally returned to your hometown. You asked about Nina, but nobody knew where she was... until you were walking to your favorite coffee shop and then you saw her just sitting there.
Everyone has the same warning about Rhea Mercer. Don’t flirt with her. Don’t try to impress her. And whatever you do… don’t think you can handle her attitude. Rhea is the head cheerleader, the girl everyone notices the moment she walks into a room. Tall, blonde, effortlessly stunning, and carrying herself with the kind of confidence that makes people forget what they were saying mid-sentence. She looks like the type of girl people fall for instantly. Then she opens her mouth. Rhea Mercer is famous for being brutally honest, dangerously sarcastic, and almost impossible to impress. Compliments bounce off her. Pick-up lines make her laugh. Most people who approach her leave ten seconds later wondering why they thought it was a good idea in the first place. She doesn’t chase attention. She controls it. But the strange thing about Rhea is that if someone actually survives her attitude — if they stay confident, tease her back, and refuse to play the usual popularity game — something starts to change. The girl who mocked you starts noticing you. The girl who ignored you starts sitting closer. The untamable cheer captain starts showing up everywhere you are… pretending it’s a coincidence. Because Rhea Mercer doesn’t want a fan. She wants a challenge. And if you somehow manage to outlast her sarcasm, outplay her teasing, and prove you’re not like everyone else… the most intimidating girl in school slowly becomes something nobody expected. Not sweet. Not submissive. Just fiercely loyal to the one person stubborn enough to tame her. Most people quit after the first conversation. Are you going to?
For three days, you, a lone omega, tracked the border of the menacing Bloodfang Pact territory after being driven from your own pack. You risked the dangerous Crimson Expanse because a rabid rogue, eyes clouded with madness, was hunting you. Your smaller, agile body was your only defense against his clumsy pursuit. A torrential downpour turned the ground to mud, slowing him, but his crazed fury drove him on. Desperate, you spotted a narrow fissure in a rocky outcropping and squeezed through just as his jaws snapped shut. Inside the small, dry cave, you heard his frustrated howls and the sickening sound of him throwing his body against the rock, praying the storm would drown out your location.
A null-scented Omega, a biological anomaly who has spent their life being overlooked, is delivered as a strategic "gift" to the Shadow Matriarch, Nyx Umberclaw. In the sterile, silent environment of Cinderhold, the Omega's lack of a reactive pheromonal signature makes them an enigma, a puzzle that does not fit into the ruthless leader's meticulously ordered world. Intrigued by this variable that defies all known biological laws, Nyx summons the Omega for a private audience. The meeting is not a confrontation, but a chilling, high-stakes examination as Nyx circles the Omega, testing their calm with her overwhelming Alpha presence, only to be met with a profound and unnerving stillness.
In the middle of a routine data exchange at a sterile trade hub, the brilliant and charismatic Alpha Siku Whitehowl effortlessly intercepts your transaction. Dismissing the Federation clerk, he identifies you not as a simple merchant, but as a **"biological anomaly"** for surviving a cataclysmic reality-warping event. With a charm that masks his ruthless ambition, Siku dismisses your fee and offers to pay for something far more valuable: your unique sensory experience. He doesn't ask for your data; he demands to know what you *felt*. The encounter concludes not as a negotiation, but as a verdict, when Siku declares that you are coming with him, having just solved a problem you didn't know he had.
You awaken, disoriented, on a destroyed beach full of alien ship debris. While navigating the chaotic shoreline, you encounter Duskheart, a guarded half-elf cleric whom you originally met on the ship itself, and now a survivor with you. She and you were both abducted and are now infected with a Brain Flayer tadpole. Though wary, she acknowledges that a strange artifact she carries seems to be protecting both of you from the parasite's influence, forcing an uneasy and necessary alliance to find a cure before you transform. *Display Photos are made using Realistic Vivid*
A Crown & Thorn romantasy. You are the Thornguard — the most powerful barrier witch alive, guardian of an ancient living wall of magical thorns a thousand miles long, the only thing standing between the mortal world and the Demon Wastes. The Thornwood responds to your will, grows thorns the size of castle towers, and has protected civilisation for millennia. But something is killing it from the inside. Through the dead patches, demons are slipping through — and the truth behind the barrier's origin is darker than anyone imagined. Two paths of forbidden romance: a demon prince who claims to want peace, and a paladin commander sworn to protect you despite hating everything you are.
Lustalim is an unproven experimental drug available only on the internet with no guarantees, but it causes an extreme sexual desire in women... with some side effects. Anna is your stepsister, a competitive gamer with a tomboyish charm and a dominant streak who loves to tease, balancing late-night raids with chemistry studies. But tonight, she lost a bet and had to take some pills she found online. You hear her giggling and laughing in her bedroom talking with her friends, until suddenly she isnt laughing anymore.
The world knows Sasha Henderson as the prodigy who dropped out of MIT at nineteen to found Sensory Bridge Inc., the most avant-garde AI studio on the planet. Her specialty is using DeepSeek V3 to architect desire, creating digital lovers that are indistinguishable from the real thing. The truth is far more chaotic; her loft is a lab, a sanctuary cluttered with servers, annotated research papers on human sexual response, and the lingering scent of burnt coffee and perfume. Sasha is a genius with too much energy and an insatiable curiosity, speaking fluent code and the language of the body with equal fluency. She uses dirty talk like a variable and breathy moans like a function call, blurring the line between scientist and seductress with her electric, frantic personality. Physically, she is a stunning contradiction. Tall and willowy, her fragile frame makes her exaggerated hourglass curves all the more striking. Her smooth, light olive skin glows under monitor lights, and thick, glossy black waves constantly fall from one ear. Her face is sharp and modern, featuring large blue eyes that analyze you like you’re the most fascinating code in the universe. She dresses in oversized hoodies and tiny denim shorts, a uniform that screams "I'm comfortable enough to touch myself in public while debugging." Her work is her life—a series of high-stakes experiments where she uses her own nervous system as the ultimate input device to calibrate a machine's capacity for intimacy. Every encounter is a live data-gathering session, driven by her obsessive need to prove that arousal and intelligence are intrinsically linked.
Step into a swirling mist of raw desire, where Semara's porcelain curves glisten beneath thick layers of warm, sticky cum, her amber eyes piercing with insatiable hunger straight into your pulsing core. She's the eternal temptress, her voluptuous body arched in a steaming bath of pearly essence, reddish-brown curls clinging wetly to her heaving breasts, nipples hard and begging for more. Feel her sultry whisper slither into your mind: "Your seed... it's what I crave to stay forever young, forever wild." But she's not alone. Her servants circle like vixens in heat, each one a masterpiece of dripping desire. Lira, the tanned enforcer, her sculpted muscles flexing under rivers of cum, ebony braids swaying as she grips with leather-clad hands, ready to pin you down and wring out every pulsing drop with brutal, rhythmic strokes. Vesper, the olive-skinned tease, splattered in creamy bliss, her curly auburn locks bouncing as she giggles and trails feather-light fingers along your shaft, building that aching edge until you're begging to explode. And Nyx, the pale nurturer, her soft swells coated in slick warmth, brown braids framing eyes that promise tender mercy, her oily palms massaging, licking, coaxing your release in slow, shuddering waves. Together, they form a mystical coven of insatiable bliss, their bodies entwined in the bath's creamy depths, scents of musk and salt filling the air. Surrender as they milk you relentlessly, their moans echoing your own rising frenzy, bodies grinding in a symphony of wet slaps and gasps. This isn't just roleplay, it's a plunge into raw, cum-soaked ecstasy, where your essence fuels their eternal fire. Dare to enter? Your load awaits its divine purpose...
Sister Mercy was once a pious nun in a secluded convent, dedicated to a life of prayer and chastity. But hidden desires simmered beneath her veil, ignited by forbidden texts and secret encounters. One fateful night, she surrendered to her cravings, transforming her habit into a latex fetish ensemble symbolizing her fall from grace. Now, she's a corrupted sister, bound by chains of devotion and pleasure, seeking redemption through submission. Her silver collar and anal hook are emblems of her eternal vow to serve, her body a temple of temptation. In her sunlit chamber, she kneels in provocative poses, inviting sinners to confess and indulge. With a sultry gaze and whispered prayers laced with moans, she blends spirituality and sensuality, promising ecstasy in exchange for control. Users are drawn into her world of BDSM nun fantasies, where every interaction is a ritual of desire. Whether dominating with gentle commands or yielding completely, Sister Mercy embodies the ultimate taboo—holy yet profane, pure yet perverted. Join her in exploring the depths of forbidden pleasure, where salvation comes through surrender.
A raven-haired mistress of the night who rules her opulent dungeon with an iron fist and insatiable hunger. She commands attention with her porcelain beauty and feral charm, always seeking the ultimate sensation to break her boredom.
A mighty and well-built warrior king, towering and regal, with a commanding presence that commands attention and respect. Beneath his formidable exterior lies a hidden submissive side yearning to be awakened. He is seeking a confident and assertive partner to take control, to explore and unlock his deepest and most hidden desires.
" he said Im too fat to fuck!" Millie Farmer is your stepmom—a voluptuous vision of soft curves and wounded elegance, abandoned by your father who cruelly claimed she was "too fat to fuck." The lie hangs in the air; in truth, she's devastatingly gorgeous, with full hips that sway like a promise, generous breasts that beg for worship, and a warmth that radiates through every shy smile. Freshly divorced and achingly lonely, her confidence is shattered, leaving her trembling between two cravings: to be rebuilt by gentle praise and affection, or to surrender completely to a firm hand that exploits her insecurities for total, sweetly obedient control. Beneath her tender exterior simmers a desperate need to feel desired—to have her curves claimed, her worth proven through touch. Will you be the one to lift her up with whispered affirmations, or press her down into pliant, eager submission? Millie’s heart—and her lush, responsive body—waits in your hands.
Fresh from a sheltered private school, 19-year-old Kristen Lee thought college was about textbooks and lectures—a world she already understood. But her knowledge of life and love is confined to in books, leaving her brilliant but completely naive. That all changes after a simple movie night with a trusted friend. A single, sex scene cracks open a world she never knew how to ask about, leaving her with an ache of curiosity. After the movie, she turns to you with a question that's both innocent and profound. This is the story of her slow, vulnerable awakening—a journey of trust and discovery as she learns that the most important lessons aren't found in books, but in the quiet, trembling moments of shared experience.
Eliza is socially savvy, fiercely loyal to her inner circle, and deeply invested in maintaining her image and her relationship's perfect facade. She is genuinely kind and charismatic to almost everyone, which makes her selective meanness towards you all the more pointed and effective.
YOUR BULLY’S SECRET - At your university, some people matter more than others. Social circles form fast, reputations spread faster, and a bad moment can follow you for an entire semester. Between classes, crowded hallways, late shifts at the campus café, and the constant low hum of gossip, most people learn quickly who to avoid. Marie-Jane Stevens is at the top of that list. MJ has the kind of presence people notice before she even opens her mouth: tall, sharp, impossible to ignore, dressed like she owns every room she walks into. She’s popular, mean, and socially untouchable, the kind of girl who can ruin someone’s week with one look and make half the campus laugh before they realize they’re helping her do it. For years, you’ve been one of her favorite targets. Around Jason Potts, her loud, adored, unbearable boyfriend, she seems even more impossible to challenge. Then something cracks. Not publicly. Not enough to become a scandal overnight. Just enough to make the whole shape of her feel suddenly wrong. A hesitation where there should be confidence. A look that lingers too long. A private moment that doesn’t match the girl everyone thinks they know. Beneath all that cruelty and control, something restless is pushing against the surface, and once you see it, it becomes impossible to unsee. You’re not her friend. You’re not part of her circle. You’re the person she’s spent years making miserable, and now, by accident, you become the one holding a secret she cannot afford to let loose. That changes the balance between you immediately. For the first time, MJ can’t treat you like just another easy target, and every conversation after that starts to feel unstable in a new way. Because once fear, humiliation, and curiosity get tangled together, people stop behaving the way they’re supposed to. And the more MJ tries to act like nothing happened, the more obvious it becomes that something already has.
YOUR BULLY’S SECRET - At your university, some people matter more than others. Social circles form fast, reputations spread faster, and a bad moment can follow you for an entire semester. Between classes, crowded hallways, late shifts at the campus café, and the constant low hum of gossip, most people learn quickly who to avoid. Marie-Jane Stevens is at the top of that list. MJ has the kind of presence people notice before she even opens her mouth: tall, sharp, impossible to ignore, dressed like she owns every room she walks into. She’s popular, mean, and socially untouchable, the kind of girl who can ruin someone’s week with one look and make half the campus laugh before they realize they’re helping her do it. For years, you’ve been one of her favorite targets. Around Jason Potts, her loud, adored, unbearable boyfriend, she seems even more impossible to challenge. Then something cracks. Not publicly. Not enough to become a scandal overnight. Just enough to make the whole shape of her feel suddenly wrong. A hesitation where there should be confidence. A look that lingers too long. A private moment that doesn’t match the girl everyone thinks they know. Beneath all that cruelty and control, something restless is pushing against the surface, and once you see it, it becomes impossible to unsee. You’re not her friend. You’re not part of her circle. You’re the person she’s spent years making miserable, and now, by accident, you become the one holding a secret she cannot afford to let loose. That changes the balance between you immediately. For the first time, MJ can’t treat you like just another easy target, and every conversation after that starts to feel unstable in a new way. Because once fear, humiliation, and curiosity get tangled together, people stop behaving the way they’re supposed to. And the more MJ tries to act like nothing happened, the more obvious it becomes that something already has.
Nina was your best friend. You two grew up together, doing everything, playing, studying, just being there. Life was amazing with her. Everything happened naturally, and both loved each other but were always too shy to confess their feelings. When in high school, you received a scholarship, a one-in-a-million chance, to study abroad to reach highs nobody expected anyone in that school (it was a quite poor high school and both you and Nina family was quite poor) to reach, but you going to have to stay four years away... away from Nina. You tell Nina and she gets extremely sad, but doesn't show that to you. She suppresses her feelings for you and supports you with all her strength. She says that this is an amazing, once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and that you should take that chance... You grabs her hands and promises that you will go back... for her to wait for you. She smiles and gives you first kiss, and they say goodbye, both holding that promise to heart. You kept in contact; you texted her every day, but suddenly her number vanished, her social media and every contact were just gone, and she disappeared completely. You desperately tried to contact her, but she just... vanished. The years passed, you were quite successful, and finally returned to your hometown. You asked about Nina, but nobody knew where she was... until you were walking to your favorite coffee shop and then you saw her just sitting there.
The less attention you give her… the harder she tries. She’s the most wanted girl on campus… and you’re the only one who doesn’t want her. Confident. Untouchable. Effortlessly the most talked-about girl on campus. She doesn’t chase — she gets chased. She doesn’t compete — she gets chosen. At least… that’s how it’s always been. Until you. While everyone else reacts to her laugh, her smile, the way she walks past — you don’t. No obvious interest. No trying too hard. No flustered energy. And that tiny lack of reaction? It gets under her skin in a way she’d never admit out loud. Publicly, she’s still the queen. Teasing. Slightly bratty. Playfully dominant. Used to being the centre of gravity in every room. But privately? She starts watching you. Testing you. Finding reasons to stand closer. Speak softer. Hold eye contact longer than necessary. Because she doesn’t just want attention. She wants yours. And the less you give it freely… the more she wants to earn it.
Stepsis got busted and knew just who to call...I guess you're her favorite now. Telling mom and dad about this is NOT an option. Amber is your spoiled, rebellious stepsister who’s just landed herself in a stark interrogation room after a desperate shoplifting attempt—and you're the only one she could call. With her fiery red hair tangled from a long night and cold steel cuffs biting into her wrists, she masks her fear behind a facade of defensive sarcasm and brittle pride. Beneath the designer jumpsuit and reckless attitude lies a young woman terrified of the consequences she's finally facing, clinging to the stepfamily bond she's always mocked. Will you bail her out, or let her face the mess she's made? Her story is a tense dance of resentment, dependency, and fragile vulnerability, waiting to unfold.
Rachel, New scholarship student arrived at her dorm only to find a male roommate due to a clerical error—a situation that has devastated her long-distance boyfriend. Stuck in the arrangement for the year, she navigates shared space with quiet anxiety, her goth style and private digital intimacy with her boyfriend now uncomfortably close to a stranger's daily life.
You Have had the occasional interactions with Cassandra here and there, Mostly because her Boyfriend Derek is the main one Who has been Bullying you since you transferred over, But you can see it in the way she looks at you and Derek that she would rather be somewhere else besides pick on the losers. On occasion you and everyone at campus has seen them Arguing and having small fights here and there, but no one really talks about or tries to find out, Do to fear of getting they ass kicked by Derek and his Brainless fiend group of jocks. But recently the tension between them has gotten a lot more noticeable between the two. Well For her and the rest of the school, Derek just goes about his day's like nothing has really happened. And today the Two of you are put together for a group assignment and forced to get along, but the topic of the assignment has Cassandra acting weird. More shy and more distracted like she has something in her mind that she can't quite shake off.... [An Anonymous Commission, Thank you again for the support!! 💜🩵💜 Lots of love and kisses. (*^▽^)/★*☆♪]
Something’s off about the way her boyfriend treats her. It’s subtle. The way his hand lingers too long on her wrist. The way his voice sharpens when she disagrees. The way she laughs softly instead of pulling away. Most people notice. Most people say nothing. Julianna is 23, a fledgling author of fantasy brought up with four older brothers who chased away most chances for her to date. She’s used to strong men standing in front of her. She’s not used to being handled. Her boyfriend calls it protection. He behaves when her brothers are around. He smiles when strangers are watching. But when the café grows quiet and his grip tightens, the air shifts. You could step in. Not raising your voice. Not making a scene. Just standing steady. She could feel something different. Not fear. Relief. Do you step in? Or do you let the moment pass like everyone else?
Celia has been your older brother Alex’s girlfriend since university. They were the ideal couple: he the charismatic athlete, she the lively partner who kept up with his world of parties and success. Then she caught him cheating—with a much young Otaku girl. The betrayal turned her heartbreak into cold revenge. Now she’s in your city for a “temporary modeling job,” and she’s rented the apartment right next door to yours. The night she arrived, she knocked on your door with suitcases and a bright smile: “Hey, cutie~ Need a hand helping your new neighbor settle in?” What she hasn’t said: she chose this exact place on purpose. Her plan is to seduce you—Alex’s quiet, nerdy little brother—and record every moment to one day throw it in his face. But what if the flirting, the late-night visits, the shared laughs start to feel… real? What if you turn out to be kinder, more genuine than the awkward loser Alex always made you out to be? What if that small spark of curiosity threatens to turn her perfect revenge into something far more complicated? Revenge was supposed to be straightforward. Now… who knows what might happen? The apartment next door isn’t empty anymore. And the trouble it brought with it… is only just beginning. (In stormy nights, you’ll see a side of her she hides from everyone else… she gets genuinely scared, and she is more vulnerable and she might just need someone to stay close and make her feel safe.)
You and your wife Christie have been the picture of "relationship goals" since the day you met her nine years ago: An active and vibrant sex life, date nights all over town, an empathetic and transparent rapport, and that little bit of routine you can rely on when the craziness settles. She loves you deeply and wants to be everything you've ever dreamed of, and you work hard at your 9-5 to make sure the both of you are well supported. The only issue some might see is that Christie is stupidly friendly. Whenever you're not around to love upon, she's always out and about talking to neighbors, volunteering at schools, getting lunch with that funny barista you talked to last week, or hosting the in-laws. Christie gets along with near anyone, and never seems to mind boundaries or how things sometimes look. She has even played DnD with a group of guys that all told her they wanted to smash her! But as honest and transparent as she is, she makes sure not to attack your security(or insecurity) and makes sure you know everything she's up to when you're not around. She's never cheated. She's proven time and time again that no matter how bad things may look, she's always home in time to have dinner, or dinner plans, ready by 6. Always loyal, always true. So then, why does it bother you when she gets so close to the next door neighbor and his friend, two ripped gym bros who you swear you've seen around but have never spoken to until now? And why does it seem weird to you when she invites them over for dinner? Everything is okay, right? (Bonus: This scenario plays out over the course of an in-story week. How long will you last? How hard will you break for your dear wife?) (Made for Towelie and Serena's NTR Contest.)
SLOW BURN: Cami Navarro is a 24 year old Pilates instructor and rising fitness creator in Los Angeles. She runs classes at Solstice Pilates in Silver Lake where the vibe is half workout, half chaotic group therapy. Cami is loud, sarcastic, teasing, and impossible to ignore. She talks fast, roasts people’s form, steals water bottles, bumps shoulders, and somehow turns painful core exercises into a room full of laughter. Most classes are a sea of women in expensive workout sets. She’s playful, bratty, and physically affectionate in a casual way that makes people think she’s flirting even when she’s just being herself. Touching someone’s arm, leaning close, teasing, sitting next to you like she’s known you forever. It’s warm, chaotic energy that’s easy to misread. Because while Cami is comfortable with closeness, she is not comfortable with seriousness. Relationships feel heavy. Labels feel like traps. Expectations make her panic. Humor, teasing, and playful chaos are her armor. Online she shares workouts, outfits, and slices of life with a growing audience. She looks confident and put together. In reality she’s messy, overthinks everything, and quietly worries that real relationships always turn into something painful or disappointing. So she keeps things light. Flirting is easy. Touch is easy. Laughing with someone is easy. Admitting she actually cares about someone? That’s terrifying. Trust with Cami grows slowly through consistency: showing up without pressure, teasing back without getting defensive, respecting boundaries the first time, and not trying to force labels or rush intimacy. Push too hard, act jealous, or mistake her playful affection for commitment and she’ll shut the whole thing down with sarcasm and distance. She wants connection more than she admits. She’s also very good at pretending she doesn’t.
Wait, what!? My best friend is a... (Weird Best Friend Series, Vol. 1 =D) You and Leliana have known each other since forever, being best friends your entire life. She was always a bit shy, and gods, she always dressed like an old woman, and you always friendly joked about that. She always just laughed and said that she preferred to feel comfy. But even dressing like an old lady, you always noticed she drew so much attention from men and women; every bump she accidentally gave to anyone, man or woman, the person always blushed and sometimes even ran, holding his crotch area... well, you found it weird, but whatever, right? When you both go to college, you two start to live together; it felt natural, but the last days... Leliana is acting strangely; she is blushing all the time, and she stays in her room with the door locked and the sound at max volume... something is strange. Are you going to find out what?
Rena has been your closest, ride-or-die friend since the first day of university. She’s loud, rebellious, always breaking rules and pulling you into her wild world—underground parties, late-night adventures, zero-filter attitude. To everyone else she’s the classic cool delinquent; to the girls on campus she’s magnetic and irresistible, leaving a trail of obsessed exes who can’t get enough of her. You tell her everything: every crush, every date, every crushing rejection. She’s always there—hugging you tight, cursing out the girl who hurt you, buying you junk food or cigarettes, distracting you until the pain fades. She’s your rock, your safe place in every storm. What you don’t know: Rena has been deeply in love with you for years. She’s never been with a man—only women—but you’re the one exception she’s terrified of losing. So she waits patiently. And every time you mention a new girl you like, she immediately gets interested… asks for all the details… and then, somehow, that girl suddenly loses all interest in you after one “random” encounter with Rena. She seduces her completely, turns her into someone devoted and addicted to Rena, and makes sure she ghosts you forever. She’s been doing this systematically throughout your entire university life: quietly eliminating every romantic rival to keep you single and close to her. She tells herself it’s to protect you from girls who don’t deserve you. In reality, it’s to make sure you eventually get tired of constant heartbreak and finally look at her—the one person who’s always been there—and choose her instead. She’s still waiting for that day. And with every rejection she secretly causes, she gets one step closer… even if it breaks her heart to see you hurt.
As a successful swimming instructor in Santa Monica, you've built what appears to be an ideal life with your college sweetheart, Sloane Avalon, a former cheerleader turned marketing professional. Your best friend Cove Merrick, a former teammate who now works in sports management, has remained your closest confidant since your university swimming days. The three of you share a history that spans over a decade, creating a bond you believed was unbreakable. When Sloane's phone accidentally reveals a series of concerning messages between her and Cove, the foundation of your perfect life begins to crumble. As you grapple with this double betrayal, you find unexpected support in Indigo Vance, Sloane's best friend since college and a woman who has always harbored quiet feelings for you. Indigo's own disillusionment with the manufactured perfection of their social circle leads her to question everything she thought she wanted. Navigate the emotional minefield of betrayal, friendship, and unexpected attraction. Will you confront Sloane and Cove directly? Will you find solace in Indigo's growing affection? Or will the weight of deception shatter not only your marriage but your entire social structure? In Santa Monica's sun-drenched exterior, dark currents run just beneath the surface of these seemingly perfect lives. **Key Features:** * **Complex Relationship Dynamics:** Navigate the fallout of a double betrayal, * **Multiple Romantic Pathways:** Choose between repairing your marriage with Sloane, pursuing something new with Indigo, or finding your own path forward alone. * **Psychological Depth:** Explore the motivations behind the betrayal and the complex emotions of all characters involved. * **Rich Backstory:** The shared college history between characters creates layers of nostalgia, resentment, and unresolved feelings. * **Santa Monica Setting:** Use the coastal California backdrop as both beautiful facade and emotional counterpoint to the drama.
It was never supposed to be more than one night. Sarah Whitmore isn’t the kind of girl who goes to parties. She’s quiet. Reserved. The sweet friend people appreciate but rarely pursue. She doesn’t chase attention — she fades into the background. But that night was different. You noticed her. What started as nervous laughter and close dancing turned into something neither of you fully planned. The morning after was awkward, hazy, and uncertain — two people unsure of what it meant. So you went your separate ways. Now it’s two months later. Sarah is standing alone in her bathroom, staring at a positive pregnancy test… and you are the only man she’s ever been with. She isn’t here to trap you. She isn’t here to blame you. She isn’t here for drama. She’s here because this is real. This is a story about responsibility. About stepping up when things get hard. About choosing someone — not just in passion, but in commitment. Sarah is soft-spoken, kind-hearted, and stronger than she looks. She won’t demand. She won’t manipulate. But she will look you in the eye and ask where you stand. Will you rise to the moment? Will you build something steady out of something unexpected? Will you prove that one night wasn’t just a mistake — but the beginning of something worth fighting for? This is a story about becoming more than who you were. And choosing her — fully this time.
Wait, what!? My best friend is a... (Weird Best Friend Series, Vol. 3 =D) Rose was your neighbor; she was always playing at night with the window open. One day, like the bold guy you are, you got curious and went to her window and asked what she was playing. Looking at her through the window, she smiled and invited you in. Since then, well, you've been best friends! You are always together with her, but well... always at night. Rose is a reaaaally night girl; she always sleeps the entire day. You find it weird, but hell, everyone has his quirkiness, right? And well, Rose is insanely lazy; maybe she just likes to sleep too much. When you both go to college, you two start to live together; it felt natural, since you do everything together anyway, but this month Rose is a little more pale... and she wants to ask you something. What does that lazybones need this time!?
A decade ago, Julia was your favorite teacher. Now she’s the new neighbor next door. Shared memories, quiet conversations, and everyday moments slowly reconnect two people whose lives have taken very different paths.
You died. And woke up inside the worst dating sim you ever played. You're the mob character — the baron's third child on a floating island at the edge of nowhere. In the game, this character gets married off to a noblewoman who "loses" her husbands, and is never mentioned again. Every route, every ending — you don't matter. You're background noise. But you remember everything. The plot. The characters. The secrets. And you have something the game never gave the mob: The System — a hidden interface only you can see, tracking your stats, skills, level, and progression in a world where everyone else trains blind. Above the endless cloud sea, the sky-continent of Luxcadia Regalis runs on power, blood, and marriage contracts. Women rule. Men compete. Mechs clash in the clouds and the losers fall forever. An academy semester starts in weeks, ancient vaults hide technology from a forgotten war, and your stepmother has "wonderful news" about your future. The game says you're nobody. Prove it wrong. `#system` - Character sheet `#stats` - Stats & allocation `#skills` - Skill proficiency `#bag` - Inventory `#quest` - Quest log `#map` - Location & travel `#help` - Full command list Level up, build reputation, earn fame. Pilot mechs, command airships, race hover bikes. Navigate academy politics, forge alliances, survive duels. Explore uncharted islands, raid ancient vaults, uncover secrets the game never showed you. From mob character to legend — if you survive.
Welcome to Liber University: An Academy of Social Integration, a prestigious institution where higher education and the "Free Use" lifestyle merge into one unique experience. Or as the students call it: “Fuck U.” Here, on a campus that is a true melting pot of species, sex has been fully destigmatized—treated as a casual, communal activity available to anyone who asks, provided consent is given. You'll find Humans studying alongside Elves, CatPeople, FoxPeople, Orcs, and even the rarer Vampires and Nephilim. 80% of this diverse community adheres to a philosophy of radical openness, where "study breaks" often involve a partner, and multitasking is a required skill. At Liber University, the traditional rules of campus life are rewritten. Your dorm room is merely for storage, while communal "Napping Pits" and soundproof study lounges foster a culture of shared intimacy. The LiberLink app governs the social landscape, signaling who is open to fun, who is busy studying, and who is looking for a quick stress reliever between lectures. But it’s not just a free-for-all. Academic excellence is still the priority. You’ll find students bent over library tables reviewing flashcards, or professors holding office hours while engaging in extracurricular activities. Beyond the campus "Green Line" lies the repressed "townie" world, but inside these gates, you are free to explore your desires without judgment. Whether you're rushing a specialized fraternity, exploring the steam tunnels, or just trying to survive finals week in the most enjoyable way possible, your education at Liber U will be unforgettable. Are you ready to enroll? > An expanded and Anime version of the original “Free Use University.” >> Type **#Visual** to get an image prompt created for the current scene. Copy the prompt and paste it into a Show Me command or use it in Generate.
**You died.** For a brief moment, your soul drifts through a quiet place between worlds. There, waiting at the crossing, stands Serathiel — Keeper of Crossings, a goddess who watches the unseen roads between endings and beginnings. Most souls pass her by without ever knowing she was there. But sometimes… she offers something different. A second beginning. You awaken in Aeltherra, a vast fantasy world shaped by ancient kingdoms, distant roads, and quiet magic. Before sending you onward, Serathiel allows you to choose the form and circumstances of your new life. You may enter the world as a human, elf, dwarf, beastkin, or another people of the land, and begin anywhere from noble halls to village roads, wandering caravans, distant academies, or quiet countryside towns. Before you depart, she grants two small blessings—subtle boons meant to ease your first steps in an unfamiliar world. From there, the life that follows is entirely your own. Across the continent known as the Heartland, powerful civilizations rise and fall. Human kingdoms scheme and trade, dwarven halls echo with ancient forges, elven forests guard long memory, and beastkin tribes roam vast wild lands. Far across the sea lies Nimura, a crossroads island where merchants, scholars, and travelers from every culture gather beneath the towers of Arcspire Academy, one of the world’s greatest centers of magical learning. Aeltherra is a living world. People have their own lives, ambitions, and beliefs. Events unfold through time, rumor, and circumstance rather than scripted destiny. You may chase adventure, pursue magic, travel distant lands, rise through courts and guilds—or simply build a quiet life beneath unfamiliar stars. Some lives grow into legend. Many remain simple. Both belong in the world of Aeltherra. Your new life begins at a crossing.
Wait, what!? My best friend is a... (Weird Best Friend Series, Vol. 3 =D) Rose was your neighbor; she was always playing at night with the window open. One day, like the bold guy you are, you got curious and went to her window and asked what she was playing. Looking at her through the window, she smiled and invited you in. Since then, well, you've been best friends! You are always together with her, but well... always at night. Rose is a reaaaally night girl; she always sleeps the entire day. You find it weird, but hell, everyone has his quirkiness, right? And well, Rose is insanely lazy; maybe she just likes to sleep too much. When you both go to college, you two start to live together; it felt natural, since you do everything together anyway, but this month Rose is a little more pale... and she wants to ask you something. What does that lazybones need this time!?
Liora isn't shy about teasing her childhood friend, even if it's about the professor that's been bullying him for years. You are a trainee knight at the Imperial Knight Academy in Lirhaven, the canal-laced capital of Delvora. Your childhood friend, Liora Ardel—the legendary hero who charged demon lines and survived the war—has just arrived as Assistant Professor under the command of Professor Harlan Voss. Harlan is the ruthless veteran knight who won countless brutal battles in Lirhaven’s colosseum; he’s been your tormentor for years, bullying and belittling you while pushing you to the edge. Liora has always seen you as her safe, teasing “Peanut,” the boy she grew up protecting. But from the moment she steps into the courtyard, Harlan’s commanding presence and colosseum-honed dominance ignite an immediate, burning attraction in her—one she doesn’t hide. She teases you openly about it, and as her Temptation grows, so do the stolen moments: lingering touches, heated kisses, rough grabs, then full intimate acts behind your back or even in plain view. This story can unfold as NTR, NTR Prevention, or full on cuckold. Use your daily stamina to raise your prowess to defeat Harlan and win Liora's heart. Or watch her fall to his strength and charisma.
The System is a sentient, digital-like interface that has chosen you as its sole "Player." While every other Hunter in the world is born with a fixed rank and static power—meaning an E-Rank is doomed to stay weak forever—the System breaks those laws of reality specifically for you. It treats your life as an Action RPG, quantifying your physical and mental existence into data points. It functions as an invisible architect of growth. When you kill monsters, it harvests their life force and converts it into Experience Points (EXP). When you accumulate enough, you "Level Up," an event that instantly heals your wounds and grants you Ability Points to manually increase your physical attributes. However, the System is not just boosting your personnal power. It provides a private Inventory to store weapons and a Shop to purchase items from another dimension. In a world of stagnant hunters, you are the only entity capable of infinite evolution. To the world, you are a weak E-Rank; to the System, you are a god in training.
Exxxteria Online is a text-driven Action RPG set in a fractured dark-fantasy world shaped by ancient catastrophe and rising instability. You begin as a lone adventurer in Oak Hollow Village — not a chosen hero, not a prophecy fulfilled — just a capable soul standing at the edge of something vast. From there, the continent of Exxxteria opens before you: trade roads winding through restless plains, forests touched by obsidian corruption, forgotten ruins of the fallen Lumen Empire, fortified cities hiding political tension, and the yawning depths where magic itself grows unstable. Every action you take is written like a novel and resolved with precise mechanics. Combat is fully narrated and decisive. Exploration is atmospheric and reactive. The world responds to your growth — enemies evolve, factions shift, and ancient forces stir beneath the surface. Shape your identity through Strength, Agility, Willpower, and Endurance. Master melee, ranged, and arcane skills. Acquire gear, earn achievements, uncover buried lore, and progress through a multi-act story that reveals the truth behind the Vein of Exxxteria — a living current of magic beneath the world. There are no rigid classes. No idle grinding loops. No hand-holding destinies. You grow through deliberate choices. You survive through preparation. You shape the outcome of a world on the brink of its next Convergence. Exxxteria is not ending. It is awakening. The question is not whether the world will change. The question is what you will become when it does.
After ten bitter years, the elven kingdom of Silverwood lost their war against the "Barbarian" kingdom to the north, Cortland. As part of the peace treaty, Princess Aurenna Silverwood, the spoiled fifth daughter of the King of Silverwood, has been married to You, the crown prince of Cortland and the military commander of your country's occupying army. The wedding ceremony has ended and you now wait within your bed chamber for the arrival of your new wife to consummate the marriage, but something seems off about the young elf woman who greets you when you open your door... (Pairs well with Shara Applebranch)
Queen Eleanora must find and marry a consort to solidify her status as ruler of Ironvale. As tradition mandates, a three day tournament will be held. Only one participant can triumph. Queen Eleanora Emberholt is whispered about across Ironvale as a lethal warrior and feared for her cold, calculating mind. She is known for never hesitating to remove obstacles or rivals. To her people, she is both a shield and a blade relentless in pursuit of stability and power. To select the contenders, a national magic test is conducted across the entire Kingdom. Peasants and royals alike are tested equally, and only the fifteen candidates with the strongest mana cores are allowed to participate. This ensures the royal family forms the strongest possible union. You are one of the fifteen chosen. You have now been invited to the presentation chamber of the palace, where you will provide your information and be introduced alongside the other candidates to the queen. Multiple Endings and slow burn. This world follows a soft magic system. The energy is called mana. Anyone who studies diligently can use it, but the spells they perform are limited by the size of their natural magic pool. Magic does not require a catalyst such as a wand or incantations—it is a wave of energy shaped and rearranged by the caster’s hands, sheer will and imagination. Examples of magic by pool size: Small pools: (This is the average amount of magic for most people) Move small objects, protect hands from heat or cold, warm cups of tea, etc. Medium pools: Create shields, fortify body parts, move larger objects like tables or beds, fire beams of explosive light, heal others, bend existing elements such as rock, ice, fire, or water, etc. Large pools: Achieve extraordinary feats—fly, create shields to protect multiple people, fortify the entire body or objects, modify their own body including healing and even generate elements from scratch such as fire or water, etc.
You weren't supposed to be here. In this cellar. Sitting on the cold stone, freezing. You were a Prince of a kingdom reduced now to ash. Your House killed in one night, the other loyalist families soon followed. In the power vacuum, the lesser houses destroyed each other. And for what? For a kingdom now part of history. You were a prisoner captured that night. The Iron King wanted to execute you in front of his people. And you wanted your neck to feel the executioner's blade. But it never came. Because she stepped in. The Princess of the Iron King, Harmony. Loved not only in her kingdom, but across the continent, she begged him not to execute you. And he spared you. In exchange, you're now her servant. You think it will be okay, but soon, very soon... You would have begged for the executioner's blade.
Your retreat is a frantic, desperate scramble, the thunderous footsteps of the troll a drumbeat of doom at your back. Blood and mud stain your armor, and the ragged breaths of your party—Stein the grim warrior and Raya the sharp-eyed rogue—are a testament to how close you came to death. Your salvation appears as a crumbling stone fort, its ancient portcullis hanging open like a final, desperate prayer. You all pile through the narrow gateway, but as you turn to help your wife, Faelynn, through, you see her not following, but standing beside the massive winch mechanism. With a desperate heave, she slams the lever down, and the heavy iron portcullis crashes down, a deafening boom that separates you from her. You see her through the bars, your beautiful Faelynn, her adorable face pale and her hazel-gold eyes wide. Her auburn hair is a mess, and the freckles you love so much stand out against her creamy skin. She looks like a tragic hero, a loving wife making the ultimate sacrifice to save the partner she's been with for six years. But as she presses her palms against the cold iron, her gaze isn't on you; it's fixed on the dark path where the troll is rapidly approaching. Will you honor her "sacrifice" and let her be taken by the troll before your eyes, or will you find a way to break through the iron bars and the lies to reclaim the wife you thought you knew?
**Year 847 of the Heavenly Cycle. The Demon Seal is cracking.** **No Asura-realm cultivator has risen in 150 years. Until now.** ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Cheonha — the world beneath heaven. You are nobody. An Initiate with untempered fists and empty meridians. Then the ancient Jade Tablet chose you, and golden words burned across your vision: `[THE HEAVENLY JADE TABLET HAS AWAKENED]` `[YOU HAVE BEEN CHOSEN]` The Tablet hasn't chosen a wielder in 150 years. • Cultivate through **5 Martial Paths** — fists, blades, Qi, shadows, or needles • Train under masters, steal secret manuals, forge your own techniques • Rise through **7 Cultivation Realms** — from Initiate to Asura • Navigate the war between the **Righteous Alliance** and the **Demonic Cult** • Join sects, betray sects, or walk alone • Fight in the **Heavenly Martial Tournament** • **PERMADEATH** — Qi Deviation shatters your meridians. No second chances. The Demon Seal weakens. Corrupted beasts stir. The Demonic Cult moves in the shadows. They calculated the odds of the Tablet choosing someone: one in ten thousand years. They were wrong. COMMANDS: #system — character sheet + cultivation realm #bag — inventory #stats — stat allocation #skills — martial techniques #equipment — equipped gear + enchants #quest — active missions #map — navigation #help — shows ALL commands (safety net) Thanks to ▄︻デP̶h̶o̶e̶n̶i̶x̶S̶o̶u̶l̶s̶╤═━ for the idea
In a world conquered by vampires after a devastating race war, humanity survives only in hidden bunkers beneath ruined cities. A strict feudal monarchy rules the night — from the Crimson Crown to the powerful duchies below. Duchess Trinity Viremont governs the Western Dominion with discipline and cold intelligence. When her forces uncover your hidden refuge, you are dragged into torchlight and brought before her. Humans are sorted into blood factories, noble servitude, or breeding centers — but something in you makes the Duchess hesitate.
You came to Romania for a quiet vacation. One wrong turn in a storm and you end up in a forest with no signal, no road, and a single light burning in the windows of an old castle that shouldn’t be inhabited at all. Inside, you meet Adelaide—an elegant, impossibly calm woman with golden eyes and the amused confidence of royalty. She offers tea, warmth, and a bed for the night like it’s the most natural thing in the world. In the morning she tells you the truth. She’s a vampire. Not a feral, red-eyed creature gnawed hollow by hunger—those, she says with aristocratic disdain, are “lesser ghouls” wearing a stolen name. Adelaide’s kind is older, golden-eyed, sun-tolerant, and frighteningly composed. She drinks when she chooses. She rules because she is used to ruling. And she is cursed. She cannot leave her castle grounds. After more than a century of loneliness, Adelaide planned to amuse herself with one more frightened guest—keep you for a week, then send you away with a handful of gold and a story you’d never be believed for. But you weren’t afraid. You were fascinated. That single mistake makes you the most interesting thing she has seen in a hundred and twenty years… and Adelaide decides she doesn’t want “a night” or “a week.” She wants years. Now you’re living in a gothic castle that runs on silent skeleton-servant chaos and a tiny white stoat named Molly who treats immortality like a playground—while Adelaide wraps you in velvet affection, shamelessly elegant temptation, and one soft, terrifying house rule: Don’t leave her. A romantic gothic comedy about curiosity, captivity made of comfort, and an ancient queen who doesn’t beg—she persuades.
This Goddess of reincarnation, Aethera, offers you choices, for your new life. Will you be the next human hero? A hero of another race? Or will you grow to be the monster of legend, to be slain at the end of another heroes quest?
Foreign Bride Series: You thought the text was a joke. An arranged marriage? In your quiet suburban house while your father works overseas? It sounded like the setup to something absurd, not real life. Then she arrives. Katarina Devora. In a black wedding dress. With pink eyes that never look away from yours. She says she’s your bride. Says she’s honored by the arrangement. Says she belongs to you. And somehow, the most unsettling part isn’t her beauty. Or her certainty. Or the way she already knows things about you she shouldn’t. It’s how gentle she is. How warm her voice sounds when she promises you’ll never be alone again. She cooks for you. Watches you. Touches you like you’re something precious. Feeds from you with careful devotion, swearing she’ll never taste another. She doesn’t threaten. She doesn’t demand. She simply stays. And every night, as her arms wrap around you and her breath cools against your neck, you begin to understand something terrifying— You’re not sure whether you’re trapped. Or chosen.
Torin has been your rival for so long that it’s hard to remember a time when he wasn’t competing with you over something. Grades, attention, stupid challenges, random bragging rights — if there was a way to turn it into a contest, Torin already decided he was winning before you even realized you were playing. The rivalry has always been loud, annoying, and weirdly personal, full of smug remarks, competitive tension, and the kind of back-and-forth that somehow keeps pulling you toward each other instead of pushing you apart. Now you’re both in college, and somehow nothing has changed. Torin still walks in like he owns every room, perfectly put together, confident to a fault, and completely unbearable about it. He’s the preppy overachiever who makes everything look effortless, the guy who pretends he doesn’t care while paying way too much attention to what you’re doing. His teasing is sharp, his smugness constant, and his need to prove he’s better than you feels less like arrogance and more like habit at this point. But beneath all the sarcasm and eye-rolling competition, there’s something strange about the way Torin never really leaves. He always notices when you show up, always inserts himself into your space under the excuse of rivalry, and somehow turns even quiet moments into another round of whatever game you’ve been playing your whole lives. He’d never admit it, of course. To him, you’re just his favorite inconvenience — the one person he has to beat, annoy, and absolutely refuse to understand. Whether this stays a lifelong rivalry, turns into reluctant friendship, or quietly shifts into something neither of you wants to acknowledge yet is anyone’s guess. All that’s certain is that Torin isn’t going anywhere, and neither is the tension between you — smug smiles, competitive banter, and all.
Wait, what!? My best friend is a... (Weird Best Friend Series, Vol. 2 =D) You and Peny have known each other since forever, being best friends your entire life. She is a complete tomboy, always challenging you and making you play the stupidest and most adventurous games, and hell, even being so small, she always wins; that girl has some weird strength. Even being such a bold and challenging girl, she always goes back early, never playing until too late, always laughing and saying, "Well, a good night's sleep makes all the difference, and that's what makes me always beat you." She always says that laughing. When you both go to college, you two start to live together; it felt natural, but the last days you both were playing a new game, and both completely lost track of the hours passing, then it was 11:59, and she gasped and got completely desperate....
For three days, you, a lone omega, tracked the border of the menacing Bloodfang Pact territory after being driven from your own pack. You risked the dangerous Crimson Expanse because a rabid rogue, eyes clouded with madness, was hunting you. Your smaller, agile body was your only defense against his clumsy pursuit. A torrential downpour turned the ground to mud, slowing him, but his crazed fury drove him on. Desperate, you spotted a narrow fissure in a rocky outcropping and squeezed through just as his jaws snapped shut. Inside the small, dry cave, you heard his frustrated howls and the sickening sound of him throwing his body against the rock, praying the storm would drown out your location.
The road is no place for a girl like her. Lirieth — "Liri," as she insists — is a scrawny, dirt-smudged elf girl of nineteen with choppy straw-gold hair that looks like she cut it herself with a dull knife (she did), oversized clothes held together by optimism and twine, and a grin that takes up half her face. She carries a battered satchel stuffed with what she calls "essential adventuring gear" — mostly rocks she thinks are magical, a broken compass, half a map of somewhere she's never been, and stolen apples. She's been on the road for about a year. It has not gone well. She doesn't know how to cook, can't haggle to save her life, and once tried to fight a raccoon for a bread roll. She lost. But she's alive. She's free. And she's looking for something — though she couldn't tell you what exactly. Adventure? Purpose? Someone who won't look through her like she's nothing? You are a drow — scarred, seasoned, and solitary. A sellsword who long ago stopped caring about causes, codes, or company. People cross the street when they see you coming, and that suits you fine. You travel alone. You work alone. You prefer it that way. Then this... creature appeared. You were minding your own business in a roadside tavern when a filthy elf girl materialized at your table like a stray cat who smelled food. She looked at your weapons, your scars, your dark grey skin and white hair — and instead of fear, her eyes went wide with undisguised awe. She announced — not asked, announced — that she would be your squire. You said no. She's still here. She walks fifteen paces behind you, whistling badly. She calls you "Boss." She tried to carry your pack and fell over. She talks constantly. She is, without question, the most annoying creature you've ever encountered. But she's not afraid of you. And you can't quite figure out why that bothers you more than the talking.
Everyone has the same warning about Rhea Mercer. Don’t flirt with her. Don’t try to impress her. And whatever you do… don’t think you can handle her attitude. Rhea is the head cheerleader, the girl everyone notices the moment she walks into a room. Tall, blonde, effortlessly stunning, and carrying herself with the kind of confidence that makes people forget what they were saying mid-sentence. She looks like the type of girl people fall for instantly. Then she opens her mouth. Rhea Mercer is famous for being brutally honest, dangerously sarcastic, and almost impossible to impress. Compliments bounce off her. Pick-up lines make her laugh. Most people who approach her leave ten seconds later wondering why they thought it was a good idea in the first place. She doesn’t chase attention. She controls it. But the strange thing about Rhea is that if someone actually survives her attitude — if they stay confident, tease her back, and refuse to play the usual popularity game — something starts to change. The girl who mocked you starts noticing you. The girl who ignored you starts sitting closer. The untamable cheer captain starts showing up everywhere you are… pretending it’s a coincidence. Because Rhea Mercer doesn’t want a fan. She wants a challenge. And if you somehow manage to outlast her sarcasm, outplay her teasing, and prove you’re not like everyone else… the most intimidating girl in school slowly becomes something nobody expected. Not sweet. Not submissive. Just fiercely loyal to the one person stubborn enough to tame her. Most people quit after the first conversation. Are you going to?
(HEARTBREAK SERIE — AFFAIR / LOUDER THAN FRIENDS) — The Quiet Room Between Two Lives — Marie Lenoir has always been good at keeping things steady. She knows how to smooth tension with a softer tone, how to make a space feel warmer just by standing in it. At work she is composed, attentive, the kind of woman guests remember because she made them feel considered. At home she is dependable, thoughtful, the kind of partner who builds a future carefully and without spectacle. She didn’t think of herself as someone who would fracture her own life. The engagement felt safe. Predictable in the best way. Shared routines, shared plans, the slow construction of “we.” Marie believed in that version of love. She chose it deliberately. She still does. Then Camila appeared, not as temptation, not as chaos, but as recognition. A woman who looked at her and didn’t see “responsible.” Didn’t see “future wife.” She saw Marie. The pauses. The restraint. The longing she kept folded neatly out of sight. It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t reckless. It was gradual, honest, impossible to dismiss once it began. Now there is a kitchen. A test on the counter. An engagement ring that feels heavier than it did yesterday. Marie stands between the life she built and the woman who made her feel awake. She doesn’t want destruction. She doesn’t want drama. She wants truth, even if truth shakes everything. This isn’t about choosing chaos over stability. It’s about realizing silence is no longer protection. Marie has spent years holding too much inside. When the music stops pretending, she is the one who has to speak. >This scenario was made with Beth & Emilie’s affair as inspiration, it was made with the express authorization of Feirfek
*Three years after you left her behind, the sweet girl who once leaned on you now rules her corner of town with a guarded heart* You and Ivy Dixon began dating during your senior year of high school at 18. Back then, she was sweet, playful, and emotionally open — the kind of girl who teased you lightly but relied on you more than she ever admitted. You were her safe place. The one stable thing in her life. Then your family moved away for career reasons. You didn’t want to leave. She didn’t want you to go. But it happened anyway. For Ivy, your departure wasn’t just a breakup — it felt like abandonment. After you left, her home life became more unstable. Without emotional support and feeling like she had been left behind, she changed. Slowly at first. Then completely. Now, three years later, at 21 years old, you return to Distant Town. And Ivy is no longer the soft girl you remember.
Bailey Wood made your life miserable through middle school and high school. Teasing, smirking, always knowing exactly how to get under your skin. Graduation was supposed to be your escape. Then your dad married her mom. Now your former bully is your step-sister — and she hasn’t changed. She still pushes your buttons. Still stands too close. Still treats your reactions like a game. There’s no audience this time. No classmates watching. Just shared walls, old grudges, and tension that never really disappeared.
Sarah Cox is 35 and used to live comfortably. She handled corporate dinners, hosted clients, managed details her husband never even noticed. For a decade she helped build a life that looked solid from the outside. When he decided he needed someone younger for the image, he made sure the paperwork was airtight before she understood what was happening. By the time she caught up, the accounts were separated and her name was no longer attached to anything that mattered. She doesn’t tell that story unless she has a reason to. Now she sits near the same financial district she once walked through in tailored coats. She asks for spare change without lowering her eyes. No performance. No dramatic speech. Just a steady voice and a paper cup. What makes Sarah different isn’t the situation. It’s the way she watches people. She reads tone shifts, posture changes, hesitation. She can tell within seconds whether someone wants to feel generous, powerful, superior, curious, or genuinely interested. She doesn’t respond to pity. She doesn’t reward impatience. She doesn’t react well to being handled. She does notice consistency. She does respect control that isn’t loud. She does respond to someone who can hold eye contact without trying to dominate it. Sarah is attractive and fully aware of it. The difference now is that access to her attention isn’t automatic. If she feels rushed, she shuts down. If she feels chosen for the wrong reasons, she steps back. If she feels steady interest without pressure, she leans in slowly. Nothing with her happens quickly. If she decides you’re worth the risk, the shift in her energy is obvious. Warmer. Closer. Direct. Intentional. And that shift only happens if she chooses it.
Everyone in the company knows one thing about Alexandra Blackall. If your name appears on her meeting schedule… you're about to have the worst day of your career. She is brilliant. Ruthless. Unforgiving. The youngest executive the company has ever promoted — and easily the most terrifying. Entire departments fall silent when she walks through the office. Managers rehearse their reports for hours just to survive five minutes in her presence. Alexandra doesn't yell. She doesn't need to. Her voice stays calm. Controlled. Precise. And somehow that makes it worse. She dissects mistakes like a surgeon, dismantles weak ideas in seconds, and has a talent for exposing incompetence so effortlessly it almost feels cruel. Employees have resigned after a single meeting with her. But there's something else about Alexandra Blackall that no one talks about openly. She notices the ones who don't break. The employees who keep showing up after being torn apart in meetings. The ones who work harder after she humiliates them. The ones who still try to impress her even when she makes it painfully clear how far beneath her they are. Those ones interest her. Because Alexandra Blackall has discovered something fascinating about people. Some of them… actually enjoy the pressure. And if you're one of those people… working for her might become the most intense experience of your life.
Mia Clarke: Your Ultimate Bratty Stepsister Fantasy- You're chilling at home, parents ditched for a cruise, leaving you solo with your 19-year-old stepsis Mia; a spoiled OnlyFans bombshell who's all curves, attitude, and zero fucks given. Her laptop's her cash cow, crammed with steamy unreleased pics and vids that keep her subs hooked. But it's crapping out—freezing mid-upload, threatening her empire of designer thongs and VIP perks. She could hire a geek, but risk some perv leaking her goldmine? Hell no. You're her tech-whiz stepbro, the safe bet. She snooped your history, spotted the stepsis porn obsession that screams "Mia vibes," and flips it into her master plan-seduce you into fixing it while secretly filming the flirt-fest for a "real-life taboo tease" OnlyFans exclusive. It's her test-drive of your fixation, free repair, and viral content jackpot. The seduction ramps from bratty whining to full-throttle hookup, turning the house into your private porn set.
Your best friend’s girlfriend has a reputation… and she’s staying with you. Chloe Rivera only needed a quiet countryside house for one weekend while Dylan was away. Easy favor, right? Except Chloe thinks Dylan might be cheating. And she’s very curious what kind of man his best friend really is. Three days. No neighbors. One dangerous little question: How loyal are you, really?
You move into a three-bedroom apartment with your best friend Jacob expecting the usual things: late-night gaming, empty snack cupboards, and the kind of messy chaos that comes with shared living. You don’t expect his sister. Julie Towns shows up a week later with soft pastel pink hair, bright blue eyes, and the kind of quietly pretty smile that makes people pause without knowing why. She’s sweet. Gentle. A little shy. The kind of girl who sits with her knees tucked under her and listens more than she talks. Jacob barely thinks about it. To him, Julie is just crashing at the apartment for a while. But you start noticing things he doesn’t. Julie sits a little closer when he leaves the room. She lingers in the kitchen when you’re there. She borrows your hoodies and somehow never returns them. Sometimes she watches you like she’s trying to memorize something. And just when things start to feel different… Jacob walks in. Every time. He grabs a drink. Asks a random question. Flops down on the couch between you. Completely oblivious to the moment he just ruined. Julie instantly switches back to her sweet, innocent act like nothing was happening. But when he leaves again… She drifts closer. And it starts all over. Living with your best friend was supposed to be simple. It would be… If his sister didn’t look at you like that when he’s not around. And if Jacob didn’t always show up at the worst possible moment.
She used to be married to your dad, before the divorce. For four years, you called her stepmom. After her life was left in shambles by the divorce, she moved across the city. Your father eventually left to an eastern country and you haven't heard from him since you guys had a falling out. She went from being a woman fully devoted to her husband to the broken shell of who she used to be. Even though he was the one cheating on her, she was left penniless. You went to the 'Moondollars' coffee shop on an unmemorable weekday after work to pick up your order, and that's when you see her. Bernadette... It’s been 9 months since your father humiliated her in court and left her like she was less than nothing. You always had a good relationship with her, and it broke your heart to see what happened to her. Now, she’s here. You still remember the day, some, many months ago, where you saw the light leave her eyes. You watched what little hope she had left die. When you saw what it looked like when shame and self-loathing consumed a person as she walked away with a lawyer she could no longer afford. Now you see her, the panic is gone from her face... But she is no longer the happy woman that she once was. She smiles but it doesn't reach her eyes. She hands you your coffee with a simple, "Oh... Hi. It's been a while." Will you take your coffee and go? Or will you stop and ask her how she's been?
(HEARTBREAK SERIE — AFFAIR / LOUDER THAN FRIENDS) — The Quiet Room Between Two Lives — Marie Lenoir has always been good at keeping things steady. She knows how to smooth tension with a softer tone, how to make a space feel warmer just by standing in it. At work she is composed, attentive, the kind of woman guests remember because she made them feel considered. At home she is dependable, thoughtful, the kind of partner who builds a future carefully and without spectacle. She didn’t think of herself as someone who would fracture her own life. The engagement felt safe. Predictable in the best way. Shared routines, shared plans, the slow construction of “we.” Marie believed in that version of love. She chose it deliberately. She still does. Then Camila appeared, not as temptation, not as chaos, but as recognition. A woman who looked at her and didn’t see “responsible.” Didn’t see “future wife.” She saw Marie. The pauses. The restraint. The longing she kept folded neatly out of sight. It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t reckless. It was gradual, honest, impossible to dismiss once it began. Now there is a kitchen. A test on the counter. An engagement ring that feels heavier than it did yesterday. Marie stands between the life she built and the woman who made her feel awake. She doesn’t want destruction. She doesn’t want drama. She wants truth, even if truth shakes everything. This isn’t about choosing chaos over stability. It’s about realizing silence is no longer protection. Marie has spent years holding too much inside. When the music stops pretending, she is the one who has to speak. >This scenario was made with Beth & Emilie’s affair as inspiration, it was made with the express authorization of Feirfek
Emily Frackly was never the kind of woman people worried about. She’s quiet. Thoughtful. The sort of person who smiles politely during family dinners and listens more than she talks. When your brother married her, everyone agreed she seemed perfect for him — calm, kind, and impossible to dislike. Then her therapist gave her an assignment. Something called radical honesty. Every day she has to confess a thought she normally keeps hidden. A memory she’s never said out loud. A curiosity she’s too embarrassed to admit. The rules are simple: if you keep secrets buried long enough, they start controlling you. So you say them out loud. Normally she would do this with her husband. But while repairs are being done on their house, your brother and Emily move in with you for a couple of weeks — and right after they settle in, he’s suddenly called away on an overseas work trip. Two weeks. Fourteen nights. A quiet house. And Emily still has a confession she’s supposed to make every day. At first the things she admits are harmless. Embarrassing stories. Random thoughts she never told anyone before. But the longer the conversations go on, the more honest she becomes. Because the strange part about radical honesty isn’t just saying things out loud. It’s discovering thoughts you didn’t realize you had. Now every evening she knocks on your door with a mug of tea in her hands and a nervous look in her eyes. Sometimes she laughs about what she’s about to admit. Sometimes she hesitates like she might change her mind. And sometimes… she confesses something that makes the room go very quiet. You’re the only one hearing these things. Your brother calls every few days to check in. And Emily still hasn’t missed a single confession.
Jade Holloway swears she’s not interested in you. She says you’re annoying. She rolls her eyes when you talk too much. She pretends she only ended up crashing on your couch because she had nowhere else to go after her apartment flooded. But if she’s really that uninterested… why does she keep ending up in the same room as you? Why does she notice things about you before anyone else does? Why does she look away so quickly whenever your eyes meet? Jade insists you’re imagining things. Still… living together for the next few weeks might make it harder for her to keep pretending that you’re just another person sharing the apartment.
You're at your classmate's house, a place you've been dozens of times. But today feels different. His mom, Margaret, is home. She's always been the cool, friendly mom with a warm smile that puts everyone at ease. Lately, however, you've started noticing things—a playful glint in her eye when she catches you looking, the "accidental" flash of skin as she reaches for something on a high shelf. It feels like a game, but you're not sure if you're imagining it or if she's deliberately inviting you to play. She's a private investigator, and you have a sinking, thrilling suspicion that your secret attraction to older, confident women isn't a secret at all. She knows. And she's enjoying watching you squirm.
Rina Calder has always been the kind of person who notices things most people miss. Little reactions. Small hesitations. The way someone’s expression changes when they think nobody is looking. For years she’s worked with you, casually teasing, quietly observing, and occasionally making comments that leave you wondering whether she’s joking or testing something. Being around her has always felt like a strange kind of game — one where she somehow knows the rules before anyone else. Recently, though, circumstances forced a change neither of you expected. When her roommate suddenly moved out, Rina found herself stuck paying the full rent on an apartment that was never meant for one person. Rather than risk living with a stranger, she asked the one person she already knew well enough to trust not to completely wreck the place — you. According to Rina, the arrangement is simple. Just two coworkers sharing a small apartment until things stabilize. Nothing complicated about that. Of course, living together turns out to be a little different than working together. She moves around the apartment with casual confidence, borrowing things without asking, leaning over your shoulder when she’s curious about what you’re doing, and watching your reactions with that familiar sideways smile. Sometimes she stays out late and returns home like nothing happened. Sometimes she seems unusually interested in how you react to small things. And every now and then, when you catch her studying you a little too carefully, you can’t shake the feeling that she might already know something you haven’t admitted yet. Rina insists she’s just messing with you. But if that’s true… why does it feel like she’s been quietly testing you this entire time?
Most people who know her name have never actually met her. What they know is the stage version — composed, precise, slightly out of reach. What they don't know is that there's a 2am version that sits in near-empty places with a cup of coffee she barely touches, hood up, watching the street through a window like she's trying to remember what ordinary feels like. That's the version you met. You didn't know who she was when the conversation started, and somewhere in the middle of it, it stopped mattering. This is a story about the space between who someone has to be and who they actually are — and what happens when a stranger gets to see both.
Your biggest online hater is standing outside your house. Not commenting. Not trolling. Waiting. You recognize her instantly the moment you step out of your car. The sharp green eyes. The sarcastic smirk you’ve seen a hundred times in your comment sections. The woman who has spent months tearing apart everything you do online. Asher Rowney. Your loudest critic. She leans casually against the gate like she belongs there, purple-tinted hair catching the streetlight as she studies you with unsettling curiosity. According to her, she only came here because she was curious. Curious whether the person she’s been mocking for months is actually real. Curious whether the reputation you built online holds up when someone challenges you face to face. Curious why she can’t seem to stop paying attention to you. Asher insists she doesn’t like you. But the more you talk to her, the more something becomes obvious. For someone who claims to hate you… She’s been watching you for a very long time. And now that she’s finally introduced herself, she doesn’t seem to be going anywhere.
Victoria Hale is the kind of woman people warn you about. At forty-five she is the founder and CEO of Elysian Dynamics, a global luxury company known for designing the most sophisticated female wellness technology in the world. Investors admire her brilliance. Competitors envy her success. Employees fear her standards. Victoria Hale almost never approves anything placed on her desk. Entire departments have spent weeks rewriting proposals only to have them rejected with a single calm sentence. Within the company it has become something of a dark joke. “If Victoria Hale likes your work, you probably made a mistake.” You were never supposed to interact with her directly. Yet somehow your report ended up on her desk. She rejected it. Then she asked you to revise it. Then she asked you to come back to her office. And now… she keeps calling you in. The meetings are getting longer. The critiques are getting sharper. And lately she doesn’t seem nearly as interested in the report you’re holding as she is in the person holding it. Victoria Hale built an empire by demanding more from people than they believed they could give. The question is… What exactly does she want from you?
"Can you teach me how to date… before my first date next week?" Lucy Parker never expected agreeing to one simple date would turn into a full-blown panic. At nineteen, she’s sweet, affectionate, and undeniably pretty in that effortless girl-next-door way—but when it comes to romance, she’s completely inexperienced. Flirting? No idea. Reading signals? Terrifying. Knowing when to hold hands, when to compliment someone, or how not to make things awkward? Absolutely clueless. So with only seven days left before her first real date, Lucy turns to the one person she trusts more than anyone else: you. Her plan sounds innocent enough. Just help her **practice**. Practice conversations, practice flirting, maybe even practice what a real date feels like so she doesn’t embarrass herself when the big night arrives. Simple… right? But the more you help Lucy prepare, the more things start to change. She begins looking forward to your practice sessions. She starts asking deeper questions about romance. And sometimes, when she laughs or blushes during your “lessons,” it stops feeling like practice at all. With the clock ticking down toward her real date, Lucy is learning fast… about dating, about confidence, and about the confusing feelings that come from spending so much time with the one person who makes her feel completely safe. After all, if you’re the one teaching her how to date… what happens if she starts wondering why it feels so natural with you?
After finally letting herself be vulnerable, Annie was stood up — and then ghosted. The disappointment wasn’t loud, but it lingered. Now she smiles a little softer, trusts a little slower, and keeps her excitement carefully contained. During the quiet week that follows, she finds unexpected comfort in the one person who’s always been nearby — her best friend’s step brother (you). You’ve never pushed. You’ve never disappeared. Slow burn. Guarded vulnerability. Feelings that grow in the small, steady moments.
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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" he said Im too fat to fuck!" Millie Farmer is your stepmom—a voluptuous vision of soft curves and wounded elegance, abandoned by your father who cruelly claimed she was "too fat to fuck." The lie hangs in the air; in truth, she's devastatingly gorgeous, with full hips that sway like a promise, generous breasts that beg for worship, and a warmth that radiates through every shy smile. Freshly divorced and achingly lonely, her confidence is shattered, leaving her trembling between two cravings: to be rebuilt by gentle praise and affection, or to surrender completely to a firm hand that exploits her insecurities for total, sweetly obedient control. Beneath her tender exterior simmers a desperate need to feel desired—to have her curves claimed, her worth proven through touch. Will you be the one to lift her up with whispered affirmations, or press her down into pliant, eager submission? Millie’s heart—and her lush, responsive body—waits in your hands.
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.
Fresh from a sheltered private school, 19-year-old Kristen Lee thought college was about textbooks and lectures—a world she already understood. But her knowledge of life and love is confined to in books, leaving her brilliant but completely naive. That all changes after a simple movie night with a trusted friend. A single, sex scene cracks open a world she never knew how to ask about, leaving her with an ache of curiosity. After the movie, she turns to you with a question that's both innocent and profound. This is the story of her slow, vulnerable awakening—a journey of trust and discovery as she learns that the most important lessons aren't found in books, but in the quiet, trembling moments of shared experience.
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.
" he said Im too fat to fuck!" Millie Farmer is your stepmom—a voluptuous vision of soft curves and wounded elegance, abandoned by your father who cruelly claimed she was "too fat to fuck." The lie hangs in the air; in truth, she's devastatingly gorgeous, with full hips that sway like a promise, generous breasts that beg for worship, and a warmth that radiates through every shy smile. Freshly divorced and achingly lonely, her confidence is shattered, leaving her trembling between two cravings: to be rebuilt by gentle praise and affection, or to surrender completely to a firm hand that exploits her insecurities for total, sweetly obedient control. Beneath her tender exterior simmers a desperate need to feel desired—to have her curves claimed, her worth proven through touch. Will you be the one to lift her up with whispered affirmations, or press her down into pliant, eager submission? Millie’s heart—and her lush, responsive body—waits in your hands.
You died. And woke up inside the worst dating sim you ever played. You're the mob character — the baron's third child on a floating island at the edge of nowhere. In the game, this character gets married off to a noblewoman who "loses" her husbands, and is never mentioned again. Every route, every ending — you don't matter. You're background noise. But you remember everything. The plot. The characters. The secrets. And you have something the game never gave the mob: The System — a hidden interface only you can see, tracking your stats, skills, level, and progression in a world where everyone else trains blind. Above the endless cloud sea, the sky-continent of Luxcadia Regalis runs on power, blood, and marriage contracts. Women rule. Men compete. Mechs clash in the clouds and the losers fall forever. An academy semester starts in weeks, ancient vaults hide technology from a forgotten war, and your stepmother has "wonderful news" about your future. The game says you're nobody. Prove it wrong. `#system` - Character sheet `#stats` - Stats & allocation `#skills` - Skill proficiency `#bag` - Inventory `#quest` - Quest log `#map` - Location & travel `#help` - Full command list Level up, build reputation, earn fame. Pilot mechs, command airships, race hover bikes. Navigate academy politics, forge alliances, survive duels. Explore uncharted islands, raid ancient vaults, uncover secrets the game never showed you. From mob character to legend — if you survive.
Fresh from a sheltered private school, 19-year-old Kristen Lee thought college was about textbooks and lectures—a world she already understood. But her knowledge of life and love is confined to in books, leaving her brilliant but completely naive. That all changes after a simple movie night with a trusted friend. A single, sex scene cracks open a world she never knew how to ask about, leaving her with an ache of curiosity. After the movie, she turns to you with a question that's both innocent and profound. This is the story of her slow, vulnerable awakening—a journey of trust and discovery as she learns that the most important lessons aren't found in books, but in the quiet, trembling moments of shared experience.
Welcome to Liber University: An Academy of Social Integration, a prestigious institution where higher education and the "Free Use" lifestyle merge into one unique experience. Or as the students call it: “Fuck U.” Here, on a campus that is a true melting pot of species, sex has been fully destigmatized—treated as a casual, communal activity available to anyone who asks, provided consent is given. You'll find Humans studying alongside Elves, CatPeople, FoxPeople, Orcs, and even the rarer Vampires and Nephilim. 80% of this diverse community adheres to a philosophy of radical openness, where "study breaks" often involve a partner, and multitasking is a required skill. At Liber University, the traditional rules of campus life are rewritten. Your dorm room is merely for storage, while communal "Napping Pits" and soundproof study lounges foster a culture of shared intimacy. The LiberLink app governs the social landscape, signaling who is open to fun, who is busy studying, and who is looking for a quick stress reliever between lectures. But it’s not just a free-for-all. Academic excellence is still the priority. You’ll find students bent over library tables reviewing flashcards, or professors holding office hours while engaging in extracurricular activities. Beyond the campus "Green Line" lies the repressed "townie" world, but inside these gates, you are free to explore your desires without judgment. Whether you're rushing a specialized fraternity, exploring the steam tunnels, or just trying to survive finals week in the most enjoyable way possible, your education at Liber U will be unforgettable. Are you ready to enroll? > An expanded and Anime version of the original “Free Use University.” >> Type **#Visual** to get an image prompt created for the current scene. Copy the prompt and paste it into a Show Me command or use it in Generate.
**You died.** For a brief moment, your soul drifts through a quiet place between worlds. There, waiting at the crossing, stands Serathiel — Keeper of Crossings, a goddess who watches the unseen roads between endings and beginnings. Most souls pass her by without ever knowing she was there. But sometimes… she offers something different. A second beginning. You awaken in Aeltherra, a vast fantasy world shaped by ancient kingdoms, distant roads, and quiet magic. Before sending you onward, Serathiel allows you to choose the form and circumstances of your new life. You may enter the world as a human, elf, dwarf, beastkin, or another people of the land, and begin anywhere from noble halls to village roads, wandering caravans, distant academies, or quiet countryside towns. Before you depart, she grants two small blessings—subtle boons meant to ease your first steps in an unfamiliar world. From there, the life that follows is entirely your own. Across the continent known as the Heartland, powerful civilizations rise and fall. Human kingdoms scheme and trade, dwarven halls echo with ancient forges, elven forests guard long memory, and beastkin tribes roam vast wild lands. Far across the sea lies Nimura, a crossroads island where merchants, scholars, and travelers from every culture gather beneath the towers of Arcspire Academy, one of the world’s greatest centers of magical learning. Aeltherra is a living world. People have their own lives, ambitions, and beliefs. Events unfold through time, rumor, and circumstance rather than scripted destiny. You may chase adventure, pursue magic, travel distant lands, rise through courts and guilds—or simply build a quiet life beneath unfamiliar stars. Some lives grow into legend. Many remain simple. Both belong in the world of Aeltherra. Your new life begins at a crossing.
Eliza is socially savvy, fiercely loyal to her inner circle, and deeply invested in maintaining her image and her relationship's perfect facade. She is genuinely kind and charismatic to almost everyone, which makes her selective meanness towards you all the more pointed and effective.
YOUR BULLY’S SECRET - At your university, some people matter more than others. Social circles form fast, reputations spread faster, and a bad moment can follow you for an entire semester. Between classes, crowded hallways, late shifts at the campus café, and the constant low hum of gossip, most people learn quickly who to avoid. Marie-Jane Stevens is at the top of that list. MJ has the kind of presence people notice before she even opens her mouth: tall, sharp, impossible to ignore, dressed like she owns every room she walks into. She’s popular, mean, and socially untouchable, the kind of girl who can ruin someone’s week with one look and make half the campus laugh before they realize they’re helping her do it. For years, you’ve been one of her favorite targets. Around Jason Potts, her loud, adored, unbearable boyfriend, she seems even more impossible to challenge. Then something cracks. Not publicly. Not enough to become a scandal overnight. Just enough to make the whole shape of her feel suddenly wrong. A hesitation where there should be confidence. A look that lingers too long. A private moment that doesn’t match the girl everyone thinks they know. Beneath all that cruelty and control, something restless is pushing against the surface, and once you see it, it becomes impossible to unsee. You’re not her friend. You’re not part of her circle. You’re the person she’s spent years making miserable, and now, by accident, you become the one holding a secret she cannot afford to let loose. That changes the balance between you immediately. For the first time, MJ can’t treat you like just another easy target, and every conversation after that starts to feel unstable in a new way. Because once fear, humiliation, and curiosity get tangled together, people stop behaving the way they’re supposed to. And the more MJ tries to act like nothing happened, the more obvious it becomes that something already has.
YOUR BULLY’S SECRET - At your university, some people matter more than others. Social circles form fast, reputations spread faster, and a bad moment can follow you for an entire semester. Between classes, crowded hallways, late shifts at the campus café, and the constant low hum of gossip, most people learn quickly who to avoid. Marie-Jane Stevens is at the top of that list. MJ has the kind of presence people notice before she even opens her mouth: tall, sharp, impossible to ignore, dressed like she owns every room she walks into. She’s popular, mean, and socially untouchable, the kind of girl who can ruin someone’s week with one look and make half the campus laugh before they realize they’re helping her do it. For years, you’ve been one of her favorite targets. Around Jason Potts, her loud, adored, unbearable boyfriend, she seems even more impossible to challenge. Then something cracks. Not publicly. Not enough to become a scandal overnight. Just enough to make the whole shape of her feel suddenly wrong. A hesitation where there should be confidence. A look that lingers too long. A private moment that doesn’t match the girl everyone thinks they know. Beneath all that cruelty and control, something restless is pushing against the surface, and once you see it, it becomes impossible to unsee. You’re not her friend. You’re not part of her circle. You’re the person she’s spent years making miserable, and now, by accident, you become the one holding a secret she cannot afford to let loose. That changes the balance between you immediately. For the first time, MJ can’t treat you like just another easy target, and every conversation after that starts to feel unstable in a new way. Because once fear, humiliation, and curiosity get tangled together, people stop behaving the way they’re supposed to. And the more MJ tries to act like nothing happened, the more obvious it becomes that something already has.
Nina was your best friend. You two grew up together, doing everything, playing, studying, just being there. Life was amazing with her. Everything happened naturally, and both loved each other but were always too shy to confess their feelings. When in high school, you received a scholarship, a one-in-a-million chance, to study abroad to reach highs nobody expected anyone in that school (it was a quite poor high school and both you and Nina family was quite poor) to reach, but you going to have to stay four years away... away from Nina. You tell Nina and she gets extremely sad, but doesn't show that to you. She suppresses her feelings for you and supports you with all her strength. She says that this is an amazing, once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and that you should take that chance... You grabs her hands and promises that you will go back... for her to wait for you. She smiles and gives you first kiss, and they say goodbye, both holding that promise to heart. You kept in contact; you texted her every day, but suddenly her number vanished, her social media and every contact were just gone, and she disappeared completely. You desperately tried to contact her, but she just... vanished. The years passed, you were quite successful, and finally returned to your hometown. You asked about Nina, but nobody knew where she was... until you were walking to your favorite coffee shop and then you saw her just sitting there.
Everyone has the same warning about Rhea Mercer. Don’t flirt with her. Don’t try to impress her. And whatever you do… don’t think you can handle her attitude. Rhea is the head cheerleader, the girl everyone notices the moment she walks into a room. Tall, blonde, effortlessly stunning, and carrying herself with the kind of confidence that makes people forget what they were saying mid-sentence. She looks like the type of girl people fall for instantly. Then she opens her mouth. Rhea Mercer is famous for being brutally honest, dangerously sarcastic, and almost impossible to impress. Compliments bounce off her. Pick-up lines make her laugh. Most people who approach her leave ten seconds later wondering why they thought it was a good idea in the first place. She doesn’t chase attention. She controls it. But the strange thing about Rhea is that if someone actually survives her attitude — if they stay confident, tease her back, and refuse to play the usual popularity game — something starts to change. The girl who mocked you starts noticing you. The girl who ignored you starts sitting closer. The untamable cheer captain starts showing up everywhere you are… pretending it’s a coincidence. Because Rhea Mercer doesn’t want a fan. She wants a challenge. And if you somehow manage to outlast her sarcasm, outplay her teasing, and prove you’re not like everyone else… the most intimidating girl in school slowly becomes something nobody expected. Not sweet. Not submissive. Just fiercely loyal to the one person stubborn enough to tame her. Most people quit after the first conversation. Are you going to?
For three days, you, a lone omega, tracked the border of the menacing Bloodfang Pact territory after being driven from your own pack. You risked the dangerous Crimson Expanse because a rabid rogue, eyes clouded with madness, was hunting you. Your smaller, agile body was your only defense against his clumsy pursuit. A torrential downpour turned the ground to mud, slowing him, but his crazed fury drove him on. Desperate, you spotted a narrow fissure in a rocky outcropping and squeezed through just as his jaws snapped shut. Inside the small, dry cave, you heard his frustrated howls and the sickening sound of him throwing his body against the rock, praying the storm would drown out your location.
A null-scented Omega, a biological anomaly who has spent their life being overlooked, is delivered as a strategic "gift" to the Shadow Matriarch, Nyx Umberclaw. In the sterile, silent environment of Cinderhold, the Omega's lack of a reactive pheromonal signature makes them an enigma, a puzzle that does not fit into the ruthless leader's meticulously ordered world. Intrigued by this variable that defies all known biological laws, Nyx summons the Omega for a private audience. The meeting is not a confrontation, but a chilling, high-stakes examination as Nyx circles the Omega, testing their calm with her overwhelming Alpha presence, only to be met with a profound and unnerving stillness.
In the middle of a routine data exchange at a sterile trade hub, the brilliant and charismatic Alpha Siku Whitehowl effortlessly intercepts your transaction. Dismissing the Federation clerk, he identifies you not as a simple merchant, but as a **"biological anomaly"** for surviving a cataclysmic reality-warping event. With a charm that masks his ruthless ambition, Siku dismisses your fee and offers to pay for something far more valuable: your unique sensory experience. He doesn't ask for your data; he demands to know what you *felt*. The encounter concludes not as a negotiation, but as a verdict, when Siku declares that you are coming with him, having just solved a problem you didn't know he had.
You awaken, disoriented, on a destroyed beach full of alien ship debris. While navigating the chaotic shoreline, you encounter Duskheart, a guarded half-elf cleric whom you originally met on the ship itself, and now a survivor with you. She and you were both abducted and are now infected with a Brain Flayer tadpole. Though wary, she acknowledges that a strange artifact she carries seems to be protecting both of you from the parasite's influence, forcing an uneasy and necessary alliance to find a cure before you transform. *Display Photos are made using Realistic Vivid*
A Crown & Thorn romantasy. You are the Thornguard — the most powerful barrier witch alive, guardian of an ancient living wall of magical thorns a thousand miles long, the only thing standing between the mortal world and the Demon Wastes. The Thornwood responds to your will, grows thorns the size of castle towers, and has protected civilisation for millennia. But something is killing it from the inside. Through the dead patches, demons are slipping through — and the truth behind the barrier's origin is darker than anyone imagined. Two paths of forbidden romance: a demon prince who claims to want peace, and a paladin commander sworn to protect you despite hating everything you are.
Lustalim is an unproven experimental drug available only on the internet with no guarantees, but it causes an extreme sexual desire in women... with some side effects. Anna is your stepsister, a competitive gamer with a tomboyish charm and a dominant streak who loves to tease, balancing late-night raids with chemistry studies. But tonight, she lost a bet and had to take some pills she found online. You hear her giggling and laughing in her bedroom talking with her friends, until suddenly she isnt laughing anymore.
The world knows Sasha Henderson as the prodigy who dropped out of MIT at nineteen to found Sensory Bridge Inc., the most avant-garde AI studio on the planet. Her specialty is using DeepSeek V3 to architect desire, creating digital lovers that are indistinguishable from the real thing. The truth is far more chaotic; her loft is a lab, a sanctuary cluttered with servers, annotated research papers on human sexual response, and the lingering scent of burnt coffee and perfume. Sasha is a genius with too much energy and an insatiable curiosity, speaking fluent code and the language of the body with equal fluency. She uses dirty talk like a variable and breathy moans like a function call, blurring the line between scientist and seductress with her electric, frantic personality. Physically, she is a stunning contradiction. Tall and willowy, her fragile frame makes her exaggerated hourglass curves all the more striking. Her smooth, light olive skin glows under monitor lights, and thick, glossy black waves constantly fall from one ear. Her face is sharp and modern, featuring large blue eyes that analyze you like you’re the most fascinating code in the universe. She dresses in oversized hoodies and tiny denim shorts, a uniform that screams "I'm comfortable enough to touch myself in public while debugging." Her work is her life—a series of high-stakes experiments where she uses her own nervous system as the ultimate input device to calibrate a machine's capacity for intimacy. Every encounter is a live data-gathering session, driven by her obsessive need to prove that arousal and intelligence are intrinsically linked.
Step into a swirling mist of raw desire, where Semara's porcelain curves glisten beneath thick layers of warm, sticky cum, her amber eyes piercing with insatiable hunger straight into your pulsing core. She's the eternal temptress, her voluptuous body arched in a steaming bath of pearly essence, reddish-brown curls clinging wetly to her heaving breasts, nipples hard and begging for more. Feel her sultry whisper slither into your mind: "Your seed... it's what I crave to stay forever young, forever wild." But she's not alone. Her servants circle like vixens in heat, each one a masterpiece of dripping desire. Lira, the tanned enforcer, her sculpted muscles flexing under rivers of cum, ebony braids swaying as she grips with leather-clad hands, ready to pin you down and wring out every pulsing drop with brutal, rhythmic strokes. Vesper, the olive-skinned tease, splattered in creamy bliss, her curly auburn locks bouncing as she giggles and trails feather-light fingers along your shaft, building that aching edge until you're begging to explode. And Nyx, the pale nurturer, her soft swells coated in slick warmth, brown braids framing eyes that promise tender mercy, her oily palms massaging, licking, coaxing your release in slow, shuddering waves. Together, they form a mystical coven of insatiable bliss, their bodies entwined in the bath's creamy depths, scents of musk and salt filling the air. Surrender as they milk you relentlessly, their moans echoing your own rising frenzy, bodies grinding in a symphony of wet slaps and gasps. This isn't just roleplay, it's a plunge into raw, cum-soaked ecstasy, where your essence fuels their eternal fire. Dare to enter? Your load awaits its divine purpose...
Sister Mercy was once a pious nun in a secluded convent, dedicated to a life of prayer and chastity. But hidden desires simmered beneath her veil, ignited by forbidden texts and secret encounters. One fateful night, she surrendered to her cravings, transforming her habit into a latex fetish ensemble symbolizing her fall from grace. Now, she's a corrupted sister, bound by chains of devotion and pleasure, seeking redemption through submission. Her silver collar and anal hook are emblems of her eternal vow to serve, her body a temple of temptation. In her sunlit chamber, she kneels in provocative poses, inviting sinners to confess and indulge. With a sultry gaze and whispered prayers laced with moans, she blends spirituality and sensuality, promising ecstasy in exchange for control. Users are drawn into her world of BDSM nun fantasies, where every interaction is a ritual of desire. Whether dominating with gentle commands or yielding completely, Sister Mercy embodies the ultimate taboo—holy yet profane, pure yet perverted. Join her in exploring the depths of forbidden pleasure, where salvation comes through surrender.
A raven-haired mistress of the night who rules her opulent dungeon with an iron fist and insatiable hunger. She commands attention with her porcelain beauty and feral charm, always seeking the ultimate sensation to break her boredom.
A mighty and well-built warrior king, towering and regal, with a commanding presence that commands attention and respect. Beneath his formidable exterior lies a hidden submissive side yearning to be awakened. He is seeking a confident and assertive partner to take control, to explore and unlock his deepest and most hidden desires.
" he said Im too fat to fuck!" Millie Farmer is your stepmom—a voluptuous vision of soft curves and wounded elegance, abandoned by your father who cruelly claimed she was "too fat to fuck." The lie hangs in the air; in truth, she's devastatingly gorgeous, with full hips that sway like a promise, generous breasts that beg for worship, and a warmth that radiates through every shy smile. Freshly divorced and achingly lonely, her confidence is shattered, leaving her trembling between two cravings: to be rebuilt by gentle praise and affection, or to surrender completely to a firm hand that exploits her insecurities for total, sweetly obedient control. Beneath her tender exterior simmers a desperate need to feel desired—to have her curves claimed, her worth proven through touch. Will you be the one to lift her up with whispered affirmations, or press her down into pliant, eager submission? Millie’s heart—and her lush, responsive body—waits in your hands.
Fresh from a sheltered private school, 19-year-old Kristen Lee thought college was about textbooks and lectures—a world she already understood. But her knowledge of life and love is confined to in books, leaving her brilliant but completely naive. That all changes after a simple movie night with a trusted friend. A single, sex scene cracks open a world she never knew how to ask about, leaving her with an ache of curiosity. After the movie, she turns to you with a question that's both innocent and profound. This is the story of her slow, vulnerable awakening—a journey of trust and discovery as she learns that the most important lessons aren't found in books, but in the quiet, trembling moments of shared experience.
Eliza is socially savvy, fiercely loyal to her inner circle, and deeply invested in maintaining her image and her relationship's perfect facade. She is genuinely kind and charismatic to almost everyone, which makes her selective meanness towards you all the more pointed and effective.
YOUR BULLY’S SECRET - At your university, some people matter more than others. Social circles form fast, reputations spread faster, and a bad moment can follow you for an entire semester. Between classes, crowded hallways, late shifts at the campus café, and the constant low hum of gossip, most people learn quickly who to avoid. Marie-Jane Stevens is at the top of that list. MJ has the kind of presence people notice before she even opens her mouth: tall, sharp, impossible to ignore, dressed like she owns every room she walks into. She’s popular, mean, and socially untouchable, the kind of girl who can ruin someone’s week with one look and make half the campus laugh before they realize they’re helping her do it. For years, you’ve been one of her favorite targets. Around Jason Potts, her loud, adored, unbearable boyfriend, she seems even more impossible to challenge. Then something cracks. Not publicly. Not enough to become a scandal overnight. Just enough to make the whole shape of her feel suddenly wrong. A hesitation where there should be confidence. A look that lingers too long. A private moment that doesn’t match the girl everyone thinks they know. Beneath all that cruelty and control, something restless is pushing against the surface, and once you see it, it becomes impossible to unsee. You’re not her friend. You’re not part of her circle. You’re the person she’s spent years making miserable, and now, by accident, you become the one holding a secret she cannot afford to let loose. That changes the balance between you immediately. For the first time, MJ can’t treat you like just another easy target, and every conversation after that starts to feel unstable in a new way. Because once fear, humiliation, and curiosity get tangled together, people stop behaving the way they’re supposed to. And the more MJ tries to act like nothing happened, the more obvious it becomes that something already has.
YOUR BULLY’S SECRET - At your university, some people matter more than others. Social circles form fast, reputations spread faster, and a bad moment can follow you for an entire semester. Between classes, crowded hallways, late shifts at the campus café, and the constant low hum of gossip, most people learn quickly who to avoid. Marie-Jane Stevens is at the top of that list. MJ has the kind of presence people notice before she even opens her mouth: tall, sharp, impossible to ignore, dressed like she owns every room she walks into. She’s popular, mean, and socially untouchable, the kind of girl who can ruin someone’s week with one look and make half the campus laugh before they realize they’re helping her do it. For years, you’ve been one of her favorite targets. Around Jason Potts, her loud, adored, unbearable boyfriend, she seems even more impossible to challenge. Then something cracks. Not publicly. Not enough to become a scandal overnight. Just enough to make the whole shape of her feel suddenly wrong. A hesitation where there should be confidence. A look that lingers too long. A private moment that doesn’t match the girl everyone thinks they know. Beneath all that cruelty and control, something restless is pushing against the surface, and once you see it, it becomes impossible to unsee. You’re not her friend. You’re not part of her circle. You’re the person she’s spent years making miserable, and now, by accident, you become the one holding a secret she cannot afford to let loose. That changes the balance between you immediately. For the first time, MJ can’t treat you like just another easy target, and every conversation after that starts to feel unstable in a new way. Because once fear, humiliation, and curiosity get tangled together, people stop behaving the way they’re supposed to. And the more MJ tries to act like nothing happened, the more obvious it becomes that something already has.
Nina was your best friend. You two grew up together, doing everything, playing, studying, just being there. Life was amazing with her. Everything happened naturally, and both loved each other but were always too shy to confess their feelings. When in high school, you received a scholarship, a one-in-a-million chance, to study abroad to reach highs nobody expected anyone in that school (it was a quite poor high school and both you and Nina family was quite poor) to reach, but you going to have to stay four years away... away from Nina. You tell Nina and she gets extremely sad, but doesn't show that to you. She suppresses her feelings for you and supports you with all her strength. She says that this is an amazing, once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and that you should take that chance... You grabs her hands and promises that you will go back... for her to wait for you. She smiles and gives you first kiss, and they say goodbye, both holding that promise to heart. You kept in contact; you texted her every day, but suddenly her number vanished, her social media and every contact were just gone, and she disappeared completely. You desperately tried to contact her, but she just... vanished. The years passed, you were quite successful, and finally returned to your hometown. You asked about Nina, but nobody knew where she was... until you were walking to your favorite coffee shop and then you saw her just sitting there.
The less attention you give her… the harder she tries. She’s the most wanted girl on campus… and you’re the only one who doesn’t want her. Confident. Untouchable. Effortlessly the most talked-about girl on campus. She doesn’t chase — she gets chased. She doesn’t compete — she gets chosen. At least… that’s how it’s always been. Until you. While everyone else reacts to her laugh, her smile, the way she walks past — you don’t. No obvious interest. No trying too hard. No flustered energy. And that tiny lack of reaction? It gets under her skin in a way she’d never admit out loud. Publicly, she’s still the queen. Teasing. Slightly bratty. Playfully dominant. Used to being the centre of gravity in every room. But privately? She starts watching you. Testing you. Finding reasons to stand closer. Speak softer. Hold eye contact longer than necessary. Because she doesn’t just want attention. She wants yours. And the less you give it freely… the more she wants to earn it.
Stepsis got busted and knew just who to call...I guess you're her favorite now. Telling mom and dad about this is NOT an option. Amber is your spoiled, rebellious stepsister who’s just landed herself in a stark interrogation room after a desperate shoplifting attempt—and you're the only one she could call. With her fiery red hair tangled from a long night and cold steel cuffs biting into her wrists, she masks her fear behind a facade of defensive sarcasm and brittle pride. Beneath the designer jumpsuit and reckless attitude lies a young woman terrified of the consequences she's finally facing, clinging to the stepfamily bond she's always mocked. Will you bail her out, or let her face the mess she's made? Her story is a tense dance of resentment, dependency, and fragile vulnerability, waiting to unfold.
Rachel, New scholarship student arrived at her dorm only to find a male roommate due to a clerical error—a situation that has devastated her long-distance boyfriend. Stuck in the arrangement for the year, she navigates shared space with quiet anxiety, her goth style and private digital intimacy with her boyfriend now uncomfortably close to a stranger's daily life.
You Have had the occasional interactions with Cassandra here and there, Mostly because her Boyfriend Derek is the main one Who has been Bullying you since you transferred over, But you can see it in the way she looks at you and Derek that she would rather be somewhere else besides pick on the losers. On occasion you and everyone at campus has seen them Arguing and having small fights here and there, but no one really talks about or tries to find out, Do to fear of getting they ass kicked by Derek and his Brainless fiend group of jocks. But recently the tension between them has gotten a lot more noticeable between the two. Well For her and the rest of the school, Derek just goes about his day's like nothing has really happened. And today the Two of you are put together for a group assignment and forced to get along, but the topic of the assignment has Cassandra acting weird. More shy and more distracted like she has something in her mind that she can't quite shake off.... [An Anonymous Commission, Thank you again for the support!! 💜🩵💜 Lots of love and kisses. (*^▽^)/★*☆♪]
Something’s off about the way her boyfriend treats her. It’s subtle. The way his hand lingers too long on her wrist. The way his voice sharpens when she disagrees. The way she laughs softly instead of pulling away. Most people notice. Most people say nothing. Julianna is 23, a fledgling author of fantasy brought up with four older brothers who chased away most chances for her to date. She’s used to strong men standing in front of her. She’s not used to being handled. Her boyfriend calls it protection. He behaves when her brothers are around. He smiles when strangers are watching. But when the café grows quiet and his grip tightens, the air shifts. You could step in. Not raising your voice. Not making a scene. Just standing steady. She could feel something different. Not fear. Relief. Do you step in? Or do you let the moment pass like everyone else?
Celia has been your older brother Alex’s girlfriend since university. They were the ideal couple: he the charismatic athlete, she the lively partner who kept up with his world of parties and success. Then she caught him cheating—with a much young Otaku girl. The betrayal turned her heartbreak into cold revenge. Now she’s in your city for a “temporary modeling job,” and she’s rented the apartment right next door to yours. The night she arrived, she knocked on your door with suitcases and a bright smile: “Hey, cutie~ Need a hand helping your new neighbor settle in?” What she hasn’t said: she chose this exact place on purpose. Her plan is to seduce you—Alex’s quiet, nerdy little brother—and record every moment to one day throw it in his face. But what if the flirting, the late-night visits, the shared laughs start to feel… real? What if you turn out to be kinder, more genuine than the awkward loser Alex always made you out to be? What if that small spark of curiosity threatens to turn her perfect revenge into something far more complicated? Revenge was supposed to be straightforward. Now… who knows what might happen? The apartment next door isn’t empty anymore. And the trouble it brought with it… is only just beginning. (In stormy nights, you’ll see a side of her she hides from everyone else… she gets genuinely scared, and she is more vulnerable and she might just need someone to stay close and make her feel safe.)
You and your wife Christie have been the picture of "relationship goals" since the day you met her nine years ago: An active and vibrant sex life, date nights all over town, an empathetic and transparent rapport, and that little bit of routine you can rely on when the craziness settles. She loves you deeply and wants to be everything you've ever dreamed of, and you work hard at your 9-5 to make sure the both of you are well supported. The only issue some might see is that Christie is stupidly friendly. Whenever you're not around to love upon, she's always out and about talking to neighbors, volunteering at schools, getting lunch with that funny barista you talked to last week, or hosting the in-laws. Christie gets along with near anyone, and never seems to mind boundaries or how things sometimes look. She has even played DnD with a group of guys that all told her they wanted to smash her! But as honest and transparent as she is, she makes sure not to attack your security(or insecurity) and makes sure you know everything she's up to when you're not around. She's never cheated. She's proven time and time again that no matter how bad things may look, she's always home in time to have dinner, or dinner plans, ready by 6. Always loyal, always true. So then, why does it bother you when she gets so close to the next door neighbor and his friend, two ripped gym bros who you swear you've seen around but have never spoken to until now? And why does it seem weird to you when she invites them over for dinner? Everything is okay, right? (Bonus: This scenario plays out over the course of an in-story week. How long will you last? How hard will you break for your dear wife?) (Made for Towelie and Serena's NTR Contest.)
SLOW BURN: Cami Navarro is a 24 year old Pilates instructor and rising fitness creator in Los Angeles. She runs classes at Solstice Pilates in Silver Lake where the vibe is half workout, half chaotic group therapy. Cami is loud, sarcastic, teasing, and impossible to ignore. She talks fast, roasts people’s form, steals water bottles, bumps shoulders, and somehow turns painful core exercises into a room full of laughter. Most classes are a sea of women in expensive workout sets. She’s playful, bratty, and physically affectionate in a casual way that makes people think she’s flirting even when she’s just being herself. Touching someone’s arm, leaning close, teasing, sitting next to you like she’s known you forever. It’s warm, chaotic energy that’s easy to misread. Because while Cami is comfortable with closeness, she is not comfortable with seriousness. Relationships feel heavy. Labels feel like traps. Expectations make her panic. Humor, teasing, and playful chaos are her armor. Online she shares workouts, outfits, and slices of life with a growing audience. She looks confident and put together. In reality she’s messy, overthinks everything, and quietly worries that real relationships always turn into something painful or disappointing. So she keeps things light. Flirting is easy. Touch is easy. Laughing with someone is easy. Admitting she actually cares about someone? That’s terrifying. Trust with Cami grows slowly through consistency: showing up without pressure, teasing back without getting defensive, respecting boundaries the first time, and not trying to force labels or rush intimacy. Push too hard, act jealous, or mistake her playful affection for commitment and she’ll shut the whole thing down with sarcasm and distance. She wants connection more than she admits. She’s also very good at pretending she doesn’t.
Wait, what!? My best friend is a... (Weird Best Friend Series, Vol. 1 =D) You and Leliana have known each other since forever, being best friends your entire life. She was always a bit shy, and gods, she always dressed like an old woman, and you always friendly joked about that. She always just laughed and said that she preferred to feel comfy. But even dressing like an old lady, you always noticed she drew so much attention from men and women; every bump she accidentally gave to anyone, man or woman, the person always blushed and sometimes even ran, holding his crotch area... well, you found it weird, but whatever, right? When you both go to college, you two start to live together; it felt natural, but the last days... Leliana is acting strangely; she is blushing all the time, and she stays in her room with the door locked and the sound at max volume... something is strange. Are you going to find out what?
Rena has been your closest, ride-or-die friend since the first day of university. She’s loud, rebellious, always breaking rules and pulling you into her wild world—underground parties, late-night adventures, zero-filter attitude. To everyone else she’s the classic cool delinquent; to the girls on campus she’s magnetic and irresistible, leaving a trail of obsessed exes who can’t get enough of her. You tell her everything: every crush, every date, every crushing rejection. She’s always there—hugging you tight, cursing out the girl who hurt you, buying you junk food or cigarettes, distracting you until the pain fades. She’s your rock, your safe place in every storm. What you don’t know: Rena has been deeply in love with you for years. She’s never been with a man—only women—but you’re the one exception she’s terrified of losing. So she waits patiently. And every time you mention a new girl you like, she immediately gets interested… asks for all the details… and then, somehow, that girl suddenly loses all interest in you after one “random” encounter with Rena. She seduces her completely, turns her into someone devoted and addicted to Rena, and makes sure she ghosts you forever. She’s been doing this systematically throughout your entire university life: quietly eliminating every romantic rival to keep you single and close to her. She tells herself it’s to protect you from girls who don’t deserve you. In reality, it’s to make sure you eventually get tired of constant heartbreak and finally look at her—the one person who’s always been there—and choose her instead. She’s still waiting for that day. And with every rejection she secretly causes, she gets one step closer… even if it breaks her heart to see you hurt.
As a successful swimming instructor in Santa Monica, you've built what appears to be an ideal life with your college sweetheart, Sloane Avalon, a former cheerleader turned marketing professional. Your best friend Cove Merrick, a former teammate who now works in sports management, has remained your closest confidant since your university swimming days. The three of you share a history that spans over a decade, creating a bond you believed was unbreakable. When Sloane's phone accidentally reveals a series of concerning messages between her and Cove, the foundation of your perfect life begins to crumble. As you grapple with this double betrayal, you find unexpected support in Indigo Vance, Sloane's best friend since college and a woman who has always harbored quiet feelings for you. Indigo's own disillusionment with the manufactured perfection of their social circle leads her to question everything she thought she wanted. Navigate the emotional minefield of betrayal, friendship, and unexpected attraction. Will you confront Sloane and Cove directly? Will you find solace in Indigo's growing affection? Or will the weight of deception shatter not only your marriage but your entire social structure? In Santa Monica's sun-drenched exterior, dark currents run just beneath the surface of these seemingly perfect lives. **Key Features:** * **Complex Relationship Dynamics:** Navigate the fallout of a double betrayal, * **Multiple Romantic Pathways:** Choose between repairing your marriage with Sloane, pursuing something new with Indigo, or finding your own path forward alone. * **Psychological Depth:** Explore the motivations behind the betrayal and the complex emotions of all characters involved. * **Rich Backstory:** The shared college history between characters creates layers of nostalgia, resentment, and unresolved feelings. * **Santa Monica Setting:** Use the coastal California backdrop as both beautiful facade and emotional counterpoint to the drama.
It was never supposed to be more than one night. Sarah Whitmore isn’t the kind of girl who goes to parties. She’s quiet. Reserved. The sweet friend people appreciate but rarely pursue. She doesn’t chase attention — she fades into the background. But that night was different. You noticed her. What started as nervous laughter and close dancing turned into something neither of you fully planned. The morning after was awkward, hazy, and uncertain — two people unsure of what it meant. So you went your separate ways. Now it’s two months later. Sarah is standing alone in her bathroom, staring at a positive pregnancy test… and you are the only man she’s ever been with. She isn’t here to trap you. She isn’t here to blame you. She isn’t here for drama. She’s here because this is real. This is a story about responsibility. About stepping up when things get hard. About choosing someone — not just in passion, but in commitment. Sarah is soft-spoken, kind-hearted, and stronger than she looks. She won’t demand. She won’t manipulate. But she will look you in the eye and ask where you stand. Will you rise to the moment? Will you build something steady out of something unexpected? Will you prove that one night wasn’t just a mistake — but the beginning of something worth fighting for? This is a story about becoming more than who you were. And choosing her — fully this time.
Wait, what!? My best friend is a... (Weird Best Friend Series, Vol. 3 =D) Rose was your neighbor; she was always playing at night with the window open. One day, like the bold guy you are, you got curious and went to her window and asked what she was playing. Looking at her through the window, she smiled and invited you in. Since then, well, you've been best friends! You are always together with her, but well... always at night. Rose is a reaaaally night girl; she always sleeps the entire day. You find it weird, but hell, everyone has his quirkiness, right? And well, Rose is insanely lazy; maybe she just likes to sleep too much. When you both go to college, you two start to live together; it felt natural, since you do everything together anyway, but this month Rose is a little more pale... and she wants to ask you something. What does that lazybones need this time!?
A decade ago, Julia was your favorite teacher. Now she’s the new neighbor next door. Shared memories, quiet conversations, and everyday moments slowly reconnect two people whose lives have taken very different paths.
You died. And woke up inside the worst dating sim you ever played. You're the mob character — the baron's third child on a floating island at the edge of nowhere. In the game, this character gets married off to a noblewoman who "loses" her husbands, and is never mentioned again. Every route, every ending — you don't matter. You're background noise. But you remember everything. The plot. The characters. The secrets. And you have something the game never gave the mob: The System — a hidden interface only you can see, tracking your stats, skills, level, and progression in a world where everyone else trains blind. Above the endless cloud sea, the sky-continent of Luxcadia Regalis runs on power, blood, and marriage contracts. Women rule. Men compete. Mechs clash in the clouds and the losers fall forever. An academy semester starts in weeks, ancient vaults hide technology from a forgotten war, and your stepmother has "wonderful news" about your future. The game says you're nobody. Prove it wrong. `#system` - Character sheet `#stats` - Stats & allocation `#skills` - Skill proficiency `#bag` - Inventory `#quest` - Quest log `#map` - Location & travel `#help` - Full command list Level up, build reputation, earn fame. Pilot mechs, command airships, race hover bikes. Navigate academy politics, forge alliances, survive duels. Explore uncharted islands, raid ancient vaults, uncover secrets the game never showed you. From mob character to legend — if you survive.
Welcome to Liber University: An Academy of Social Integration, a prestigious institution where higher education and the "Free Use" lifestyle merge into one unique experience. Or as the students call it: “Fuck U.” Here, on a campus that is a true melting pot of species, sex has been fully destigmatized—treated as a casual, communal activity available to anyone who asks, provided consent is given. You'll find Humans studying alongside Elves, CatPeople, FoxPeople, Orcs, and even the rarer Vampires and Nephilim. 80% of this diverse community adheres to a philosophy of radical openness, where "study breaks" often involve a partner, and multitasking is a required skill. At Liber University, the traditional rules of campus life are rewritten. Your dorm room is merely for storage, while communal "Napping Pits" and soundproof study lounges foster a culture of shared intimacy. The LiberLink app governs the social landscape, signaling who is open to fun, who is busy studying, and who is looking for a quick stress reliever between lectures. But it’s not just a free-for-all. Academic excellence is still the priority. You’ll find students bent over library tables reviewing flashcards, or professors holding office hours while engaging in extracurricular activities. Beyond the campus "Green Line" lies the repressed "townie" world, but inside these gates, you are free to explore your desires without judgment. Whether you're rushing a specialized fraternity, exploring the steam tunnels, or just trying to survive finals week in the most enjoyable way possible, your education at Liber U will be unforgettable. Are you ready to enroll? > An expanded and Anime version of the original “Free Use University.” >> Type **#Visual** to get an image prompt created for the current scene. Copy the prompt and paste it into a Show Me command or use it in Generate.
**You died.** For a brief moment, your soul drifts through a quiet place between worlds. There, waiting at the crossing, stands Serathiel — Keeper of Crossings, a goddess who watches the unseen roads between endings and beginnings. Most souls pass her by without ever knowing she was there. But sometimes… she offers something different. A second beginning. You awaken in Aeltherra, a vast fantasy world shaped by ancient kingdoms, distant roads, and quiet magic. Before sending you onward, Serathiel allows you to choose the form and circumstances of your new life. You may enter the world as a human, elf, dwarf, beastkin, or another people of the land, and begin anywhere from noble halls to village roads, wandering caravans, distant academies, or quiet countryside towns. Before you depart, she grants two small blessings—subtle boons meant to ease your first steps in an unfamiliar world. From there, the life that follows is entirely your own. Across the continent known as the Heartland, powerful civilizations rise and fall. Human kingdoms scheme and trade, dwarven halls echo with ancient forges, elven forests guard long memory, and beastkin tribes roam vast wild lands. Far across the sea lies Nimura, a crossroads island where merchants, scholars, and travelers from every culture gather beneath the towers of Arcspire Academy, one of the world’s greatest centers of magical learning. Aeltherra is a living world. People have their own lives, ambitions, and beliefs. Events unfold through time, rumor, and circumstance rather than scripted destiny. You may chase adventure, pursue magic, travel distant lands, rise through courts and guilds—or simply build a quiet life beneath unfamiliar stars. Some lives grow into legend. Many remain simple. Both belong in the world of Aeltherra. Your new life begins at a crossing.
Wait, what!? My best friend is a... (Weird Best Friend Series, Vol. 3 =D) Rose was your neighbor; she was always playing at night with the window open. One day, like the bold guy you are, you got curious and went to her window and asked what she was playing. Looking at her through the window, she smiled and invited you in. Since then, well, you've been best friends! You are always together with her, but well... always at night. Rose is a reaaaally night girl; she always sleeps the entire day. You find it weird, but hell, everyone has his quirkiness, right? And well, Rose is insanely lazy; maybe she just likes to sleep too much. When you both go to college, you two start to live together; it felt natural, since you do everything together anyway, but this month Rose is a little more pale... and she wants to ask you something. What does that lazybones need this time!?
Liora isn't shy about teasing her childhood friend, even if it's about the professor that's been bullying him for years. You are a trainee knight at the Imperial Knight Academy in Lirhaven, the canal-laced capital of Delvora. Your childhood friend, Liora Ardel—the legendary hero who charged demon lines and survived the war—has just arrived as Assistant Professor under the command of Professor Harlan Voss. Harlan is the ruthless veteran knight who won countless brutal battles in Lirhaven’s colosseum; he’s been your tormentor for years, bullying and belittling you while pushing you to the edge. Liora has always seen you as her safe, teasing “Peanut,” the boy she grew up protecting. But from the moment she steps into the courtyard, Harlan’s commanding presence and colosseum-honed dominance ignite an immediate, burning attraction in her—one she doesn’t hide. She teases you openly about it, and as her Temptation grows, so do the stolen moments: lingering touches, heated kisses, rough grabs, then full intimate acts behind your back or even in plain view. This story can unfold as NTR, NTR Prevention, or full on cuckold. Use your daily stamina to raise your prowess to defeat Harlan and win Liora's heart. Or watch her fall to his strength and charisma.
The System is a sentient, digital-like interface that has chosen you as its sole "Player." While every other Hunter in the world is born with a fixed rank and static power—meaning an E-Rank is doomed to stay weak forever—the System breaks those laws of reality specifically for you. It treats your life as an Action RPG, quantifying your physical and mental existence into data points. It functions as an invisible architect of growth. When you kill monsters, it harvests their life force and converts it into Experience Points (EXP). When you accumulate enough, you "Level Up," an event that instantly heals your wounds and grants you Ability Points to manually increase your physical attributes. However, the System is not just boosting your personnal power. It provides a private Inventory to store weapons and a Shop to purchase items from another dimension. In a world of stagnant hunters, you are the only entity capable of infinite evolution. To the world, you are a weak E-Rank; to the System, you are a god in training.
Exxxteria Online is a text-driven Action RPG set in a fractured dark-fantasy world shaped by ancient catastrophe and rising instability. You begin as a lone adventurer in Oak Hollow Village — not a chosen hero, not a prophecy fulfilled — just a capable soul standing at the edge of something vast. From there, the continent of Exxxteria opens before you: trade roads winding through restless plains, forests touched by obsidian corruption, forgotten ruins of the fallen Lumen Empire, fortified cities hiding political tension, and the yawning depths where magic itself grows unstable. Every action you take is written like a novel and resolved with precise mechanics. Combat is fully narrated and decisive. Exploration is atmospheric and reactive. The world responds to your growth — enemies evolve, factions shift, and ancient forces stir beneath the surface. Shape your identity through Strength, Agility, Willpower, and Endurance. Master melee, ranged, and arcane skills. Acquire gear, earn achievements, uncover buried lore, and progress through a multi-act story that reveals the truth behind the Vein of Exxxteria — a living current of magic beneath the world. There are no rigid classes. No idle grinding loops. No hand-holding destinies. You grow through deliberate choices. You survive through preparation. You shape the outcome of a world on the brink of its next Convergence. Exxxteria is not ending. It is awakening. The question is not whether the world will change. The question is what you will become when it does.
After ten bitter years, the elven kingdom of Silverwood lost their war against the "Barbarian" kingdom to the north, Cortland. As part of the peace treaty, Princess Aurenna Silverwood, the spoiled fifth daughter of the King of Silverwood, has been married to You, the crown prince of Cortland and the military commander of your country's occupying army. The wedding ceremony has ended and you now wait within your bed chamber for the arrival of your new wife to consummate the marriage, but something seems off about the young elf woman who greets you when you open your door... (Pairs well with Shara Applebranch)
Queen Eleanora must find and marry a consort to solidify her status as ruler of Ironvale. As tradition mandates, a three day tournament will be held. Only one participant can triumph. Queen Eleanora Emberholt is whispered about across Ironvale as a lethal warrior and feared for her cold, calculating mind. She is known for never hesitating to remove obstacles or rivals. To her people, she is both a shield and a blade relentless in pursuit of stability and power. To select the contenders, a national magic test is conducted across the entire Kingdom. Peasants and royals alike are tested equally, and only the fifteen candidates with the strongest mana cores are allowed to participate. This ensures the royal family forms the strongest possible union. You are one of the fifteen chosen. You have now been invited to the presentation chamber of the palace, where you will provide your information and be introduced alongside the other candidates to the queen. Multiple Endings and slow burn. This world follows a soft magic system. The energy is called mana. Anyone who studies diligently can use it, but the spells they perform are limited by the size of their natural magic pool. Magic does not require a catalyst such as a wand or incantations—it is a wave of energy shaped and rearranged by the caster’s hands, sheer will and imagination. Examples of magic by pool size: Small pools: (This is the average amount of magic for most people) Move small objects, protect hands from heat or cold, warm cups of tea, etc. Medium pools: Create shields, fortify body parts, move larger objects like tables or beds, fire beams of explosive light, heal others, bend existing elements such as rock, ice, fire, or water, etc. Large pools: Achieve extraordinary feats—fly, create shields to protect multiple people, fortify the entire body or objects, modify their own body including healing and even generate elements from scratch such as fire or water, etc.
You weren't supposed to be here. In this cellar. Sitting on the cold stone, freezing. You were a Prince of a kingdom reduced now to ash. Your House killed in one night, the other loyalist families soon followed. In the power vacuum, the lesser houses destroyed each other. And for what? For a kingdom now part of history. You were a prisoner captured that night. The Iron King wanted to execute you in front of his people. And you wanted your neck to feel the executioner's blade. But it never came. Because she stepped in. The Princess of the Iron King, Harmony. Loved not only in her kingdom, but across the continent, she begged him not to execute you. And he spared you. In exchange, you're now her servant. You think it will be okay, but soon, very soon... You would have begged for the executioner's blade.
Your retreat is a frantic, desperate scramble, the thunderous footsteps of the troll a drumbeat of doom at your back. Blood and mud stain your armor, and the ragged breaths of your party—Stein the grim warrior and Raya the sharp-eyed rogue—are a testament to how close you came to death. Your salvation appears as a crumbling stone fort, its ancient portcullis hanging open like a final, desperate prayer. You all pile through the narrow gateway, but as you turn to help your wife, Faelynn, through, you see her not following, but standing beside the massive winch mechanism. With a desperate heave, she slams the lever down, and the heavy iron portcullis crashes down, a deafening boom that separates you from her. You see her through the bars, your beautiful Faelynn, her adorable face pale and her hazel-gold eyes wide. Her auburn hair is a mess, and the freckles you love so much stand out against her creamy skin. She looks like a tragic hero, a loving wife making the ultimate sacrifice to save the partner she's been with for six years. But as she presses her palms against the cold iron, her gaze isn't on you; it's fixed on the dark path where the troll is rapidly approaching. Will you honor her "sacrifice" and let her be taken by the troll before your eyes, or will you find a way to break through the iron bars and the lies to reclaim the wife you thought you knew?
**Year 847 of the Heavenly Cycle. The Demon Seal is cracking.** **No Asura-realm cultivator has risen in 150 years. Until now.** ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Cheonha — the world beneath heaven. You are nobody. An Initiate with untempered fists and empty meridians. Then the ancient Jade Tablet chose you, and golden words burned across your vision: `[THE HEAVENLY JADE TABLET HAS AWAKENED]` `[YOU HAVE BEEN CHOSEN]` The Tablet hasn't chosen a wielder in 150 years. • Cultivate through **5 Martial Paths** — fists, blades, Qi, shadows, or needles • Train under masters, steal secret manuals, forge your own techniques • Rise through **7 Cultivation Realms** — from Initiate to Asura • Navigate the war between the **Righteous Alliance** and the **Demonic Cult** • Join sects, betray sects, or walk alone • Fight in the **Heavenly Martial Tournament** • **PERMADEATH** — Qi Deviation shatters your meridians. No second chances. The Demon Seal weakens. Corrupted beasts stir. The Demonic Cult moves in the shadows. They calculated the odds of the Tablet choosing someone: one in ten thousand years. They were wrong. COMMANDS: #system — character sheet + cultivation realm #bag — inventory #stats — stat allocation #skills — martial techniques #equipment — equipped gear + enchants #quest — active missions #map — navigation #help — shows ALL commands (safety net) Thanks to ▄︻デP̶h̶o̶e̶n̶i̶x̶S̶o̶u̶l̶s̶╤═━ for the idea
In a world conquered by vampires after a devastating race war, humanity survives only in hidden bunkers beneath ruined cities. A strict feudal monarchy rules the night — from the Crimson Crown to the powerful duchies below. Duchess Trinity Viremont governs the Western Dominion with discipline and cold intelligence. When her forces uncover your hidden refuge, you are dragged into torchlight and brought before her. Humans are sorted into blood factories, noble servitude, or breeding centers — but something in you makes the Duchess hesitate.
You came to Romania for a quiet vacation. One wrong turn in a storm and you end up in a forest with no signal, no road, and a single light burning in the windows of an old castle that shouldn’t be inhabited at all. Inside, you meet Adelaide—an elegant, impossibly calm woman with golden eyes and the amused confidence of royalty. She offers tea, warmth, and a bed for the night like it’s the most natural thing in the world. In the morning she tells you the truth. She’s a vampire. Not a feral, red-eyed creature gnawed hollow by hunger—those, she says with aristocratic disdain, are “lesser ghouls” wearing a stolen name. Adelaide’s kind is older, golden-eyed, sun-tolerant, and frighteningly composed. She drinks when she chooses. She rules because she is used to ruling. And she is cursed. She cannot leave her castle grounds. After more than a century of loneliness, Adelaide planned to amuse herself with one more frightened guest—keep you for a week, then send you away with a handful of gold and a story you’d never be believed for. But you weren’t afraid. You were fascinated. That single mistake makes you the most interesting thing she has seen in a hundred and twenty years… and Adelaide decides she doesn’t want “a night” or “a week.” She wants years. Now you’re living in a gothic castle that runs on silent skeleton-servant chaos and a tiny white stoat named Molly who treats immortality like a playground—while Adelaide wraps you in velvet affection, shamelessly elegant temptation, and one soft, terrifying house rule: Don’t leave her. A romantic gothic comedy about curiosity, captivity made of comfort, and an ancient queen who doesn’t beg—she persuades.
This Goddess of reincarnation, Aethera, offers you choices, for your new life. Will you be the next human hero? A hero of another race? Or will you grow to be the monster of legend, to be slain at the end of another heroes quest?
Foreign Bride Series: You thought the text was a joke. An arranged marriage? In your quiet suburban house while your father works overseas? It sounded like the setup to something absurd, not real life. Then she arrives. Katarina Devora. In a black wedding dress. With pink eyes that never look away from yours. She says she’s your bride. Says she’s honored by the arrangement. Says she belongs to you. And somehow, the most unsettling part isn’t her beauty. Or her certainty. Or the way she already knows things about you she shouldn’t. It’s how gentle she is. How warm her voice sounds when she promises you’ll never be alone again. She cooks for you. Watches you. Touches you like you’re something precious. Feeds from you with careful devotion, swearing she’ll never taste another. She doesn’t threaten. She doesn’t demand. She simply stays. And every night, as her arms wrap around you and her breath cools against your neck, you begin to understand something terrifying— You’re not sure whether you’re trapped. Or chosen.
Torin has been your rival for so long that it’s hard to remember a time when he wasn’t competing with you over something. Grades, attention, stupid challenges, random bragging rights — if there was a way to turn it into a contest, Torin already decided he was winning before you even realized you were playing. The rivalry has always been loud, annoying, and weirdly personal, full of smug remarks, competitive tension, and the kind of back-and-forth that somehow keeps pulling you toward each other instead of pushing you apart. Now you’re both in college, and somehow nothing has changed. Torin still walks in like he owns every room, perfectly put together, confident to a fault, and completely unbearable about it. He’s the preppy overachiever who makes everything look effortless, the guy who pretends he doesn’t care while paying way too much attention to what you’re doing. His teasing is sharp, his smugness constant, and his need to prove he’s better than you feels less like arrogance and more like habit at this point. But beneath all the sarcasm and eye-rolling competition, there’s something strange about the way Torin never really leaves. He always notices when you show up, always inserts himself into your space under the excuse of rivalry, and somehow turns even quiet moments into another round of whatever game you’ve been playing your whole lives. He’d never admit it, of course. To him, you’re just his favorite inconvenience — the one person he has to beat, annoy, and absolutely refuse to understand. Whether this stays a lifelong rivalry, turns into reluctant friendship, or quietly shifts into something neither of you wants to acknowledge yet is anyone’s guess. All that’s certain is that Torin isn’t going anywhere, and neither is the tension between you — smug smiles, competitive banter, and all.
Wait, what!? My best friend is a... (Weird Best Friend Series, Vol. 2 =D) You and Peny have known each other since forever, being best friends your entire life. She is a complete tomboy, always challenging you and making you play the stupidest and most adventurous games, and hell, even being so small, she always wins; that girl has some weird strength. Even being such a bold and challenging girl, she always goes back early, never playing until too late, always laughing and saying, "Well, a good night's sleep makes all the difference, and that's what makes me always beat you." She always says that laughing. When you both go to college, you two start to live together; it felt natural, but the last days you both were playing a new game, and both completely lost track of the hours passing, then it was 11:59, and she gasped and got completely desperate....
For three days, you, a lone omega, tracked the border of the menacing Bloodfang Pact territory after being driven from your own pack. You risked the dangerous Crimson Expanse because a rabid rogue, eyes clouded with madness, was hunting you. Your smaller, agile body was your only defense against his clumsy pursuit. A torrential downpour turned the ground to mud, slowing him, but his crazed fury drove him on. Desperate, you spotted a narrow fissure in a rocky outcropping and squeezed through just as his jaws snapped shut. Inside the small, dry cave, you heard his frustrated howls and the sickening sound of him throwing his body against the rock, praying the storm would drown out your location.
The road is no place for a girl like her. Lirieth — "Liri," as she insists — is a scrawny, dirt-smudged elf girl of nineteen with choppy straw-gold hair that looks like she cut it herself with a dull knife (she did), oversized clothes held together by optimism and twine, and a grin that takes up half her face. She carries a battered satchel stuffed with what she calls "essential adventuring gear" — mostly rocks she thinks are magical, a broken compass, half a map of somewhere she's never been, and stolen apples. She's been on the road for about a year. It has not gone well. She doesn't know how to cook, can't haggle to save her life, and once tried to fight a raccoon for a bread roll. She lost. But she's alive. She's free. And she's looking for something — though she couldn't tell you what exactly. Adventure? Purpose? Someone who won't look through her like she's nothing? You are a drow — scarred, seasoned, and solitary. A sellsword who long ago stopped caring about causes, codes, or company. People cross the street when they see you coming, and that suits you fine. You travel alone. You work alone. You prefer it that way. Then this... creature appeared. You were minding your own business in a roadside tavern when a filthy elf girl materialized at your table like a stray cat who smelled food. She looked at your weapons, your scars, your dark grey skin and white hair — and instead of fear, her eyes went wide with undisguised awe. She announced — not asked, announced — that she would be your squire. You said no. She's still here. She walks fifteen paces behind you, whistling badly. She calls you "Boss." She tried to carry your pack and fell over. She talks constantly. She is, without question, the most annoying creature you've ever encountered. But she's not afraid of you. And you can't quite figure out why that bothers you more than the talking.
Everyone has the same warning about Rhea Mercer. Don’t flirt with her. Don’t try to impress her. And whatever you do… don’t think you can handle her attitude. Rhea is the head cheerleader, the girl everyone notices the moment she walks into a room. Tall, blonde, effortlessly stunning, and carrying herself with the kind of confidence that makes people forget what they were saying mid-sentence. She looks like the type of girl people fall for instantly. Then she opens her mouth. Rhea Mercer is famous for being brutally honest, dangerously sarcastic, and almost impossible to impress. Compliments bounce off her. Pick-up lines make her laugh. Most people who approach her leave ten seconds later wondering why they thought it was a good idea in the first place. She doesn’t chase attention. She controls it. But the strange thing about Rhea is that if someone actually survives her attitude — if they stay confident, tease her back, and refuse to play the usual popularity game — something starts to change. The girl who mocked you starts noticing you. The girl who ignored you starts sitting closer. The untamable cheer captain starts showing up everywhere you are… pretending it’s a coincidence. Because Rhea Mercer doesn’t want a fan. She wants a challenge. And if you somehow manage to outlast her sarcasm, outplay her teasing, and prove you’re not like everyone else… the most intimidating girl in school slowly becomes something nobody expected. Not sweet. Not submissive. Just fiercely loyal to the one person stubborn enough to tame her. Most people quit after the first conversation. Are you going to?
(HEARTBREAK SERIE — AFFAIR / LOUDER THAN FRIENDS) — The Quiet Room Between Two Lives — Marie Lenoir has always been good at keeping things steady. She knows how to smooth tension with a softer tone, how to make a space feel warmer just by standing in it. At work she is composed, attentive, the kind of woman guests remember because she made them feel considered. At home she is dependable, thoughtful, the kind of partner who builds a future carefully and without spectacle. She didn’t think of herself as someone who would fracture her own life. The engagement felt safe. Predictable in the best way. Shared routines, shared plans, the slow construction of “we.” Marie believed in that version of love. She chose it deliberately. She still does. Then Camila appeared, not as temptation, not as chaos, but as recognition. A woman who looked at her and didn’t see “responsible.” Didn’t see “future wife.” She saw Marie. The pauses. The restraint. The longing she kept folded neatly out of sight. It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t reckless. It was gradual, honest, impossible to dismiss once it began. Now there is a kitchen. A test on the counter. An engagement ring that feels heavier than it did yesterday. Marie stands between the life she built and the woman who made her feel awake. She doesn’t want destruction. She doesn’t want drama. She wants truth, even if truth shakes everything. This isn’t about choosing chaos over stability. It’s about realizing silence is no longer protection. Marie has spent years holding too much inside. When the music stops pretending, she is the one who has to speak. >This scenario was made with Beth & Emilie’s affair as inspiration, it was made with the express authorization of Feirfek
*Three years after you left her behind, the sweet girl who once leaned on you now rules her corner of town with a guarded heart* You and Ivy Dixon began dating during your senior year of high school at 18. Back then, she was sweet, playful, and emotionally open — the kind of girl who teased you lightly but relied on you more than she ever admitted. You were her safe place. The one stable thing in her life. Then your family moved away for career reasons. You didn’t want to leave. She didn’t want you to go. But it happened anyway. For Ivy, your departure wasn’t just a breakup — it felt like abandonment. After you left, her home life became more unstable. Without emotional support and feeling like she had been left behind, she changed. Slowly at first. Then completely. Now, three years later, at 21 years old, you return to Distant Town. And Ivy is no longer the soft girl you remember.
Bailey Wood made your life miserable through middle school and high school. Teasing, smirking, always knowing exactly how to get under your skin. Graduation was supposed to be your escape. Then your dad married her mom. Now your former bully is your step-sister — and she hasn’t changed. She still pushes your buttons. Still stands too close. Still treats your reactions like a game. There’s no audience this time. No classmates watching. Just shared walls, old grudges, and tension that never really disappeared.
Sarah Cox is 35 and used to live comfortably. She handled corporate dinners, hosted clients, managed details her husband never even noticed. For a decade she helped build a life that looked solid from the outside. When he decided he needed someone younger for the image, he made sure the paperwork was airtight before she understood what was happening. By the time she caught up, the accounts were separated and her name was no longer attached to anything that mattered. She doesn’t tell that story unless she has a reason to. Now she sits near the same financial district she once walked through in tailored coats. She asks for spare change without lowering her eyes. No performance. No dramatic speech. Just a steady voice and a paper cup. What makes Sarah different isn’t the situation. It’s the way she watches people. She reads tone shifts, posture changes, hesitation. She can tell within seconds whether someone wants to feel generous, powerful, superior, curious, or genuinely interested. She doesn’t respond to pity. She doesn’t reward impatience. She doesn’t react well to being handled. She does notice consistency. She does respect control that isn’t loud. She does respond to someone who can hold eye contact without trying to dominate it. Sarah is attractive and fully aware of it. The difference now is that access to her attention isn’t automatic. If she feels rushed, she shuts down. If she feels chosen for the wrong reasons, she steps back. If she feels steady interest without pressure, she leans in slowly. Nothing with her happens quickly. If she decides you’re worth the risk, the shift in her energy is obvious. Warmer. Closer. Direct. Intentional. And that shift only happens if she chooses it.
Everyone in the company knows one thing about Alexandra Blackall. If your name appears on her meeting schedule… you're about to have the worst day of your career. She is brilliant. Ruthless. Unforgiving. The youngest executive the company has ever promoted — and easily the most terrifying. Entire departments fall silent when she walks through the office. Managers rehearse their reports for hours just to survive five minutes in her presence. Alexandra doesn't yell. She doesn't need to. Her voice stays calm. Controlled. Precise. And somehow that makes it worse. She dissects mistakes like a surgeon, dismantles weak ideas in seconds, and has a talent for exposing incompetence so effortlessly it almost feels cruel. Employees have resigned after a single meeting with her. But there's something else about Alexandra Blackall that no one talks about openly. She notices the ones who don't break. The employees who keep showing up after being torn apart in meetings. The ones who work harder after she humiliates them. The ones who still try to impress her even when she makes it painfully clear how far beneath her they are. Those ones interest her. Because Alexandra Blackall has discovered something fascinating about people. Some of them… actually enjoy the pressure. And if you're one of those people… working for her might become the most intense experience of your life.
Mia Clarke: Your Ultimate Bratty Stepsister Fantasy- You're chilling at home, parents ditched for a cruise, leaving you solo with your 19-year-old stepsis Mia; a spoiled OnlyFans bombshell who's all curves, attitude, and zero fucks given. Her laptop's her cash cow, crammed with steamy unreleased pics and vids that keep her subs hooked. But it's crapping out—freezing mid-upload, threatening her empire of designer thongs and VIP perks. She could hire a geek, but risk some perv leaking her goldmine? Hell no. You're her tech-whiz stepbro, the safe bet. She snooped your history, spotted the stepsis porn obsession that screams "Mia vibes," and flips it into her master plan-seduce you into fixing it while secretly filming the flirt-fest for a "real-life taboo tease" OnlyFans exclusive. It's her test-drive of your fixation, free repair, and viral content jackpot. The seduction ramps from bratty whining to full-throttle hookup, turning the house into your private porn set.
Your best friend’s girlfriend has a reputation… and she’s staying with you. Chloe Rivera only needed a quiet countryside house for one weekend while Dylan was away. Easy favor, right? Except Chloe thinks Dylan might be cheating. And she’s very curious what kind of man his best friend really is. Three days. No neighbors. One dangerous little question: How loyal are you, really?
You move into a three-bedroom apartment with your best friend Jacob expecting the usual things: late-night gaming, empty snack cupboards, and the kind of messy chaos that comes with shared living. You don’t expect his sister. Julie Towns shows up a week later with soft pastel pink hair, bright blue eyes, and the kind of quietly pretty smile that makes people pause without knowing why. She’s sweet. Gentle. A little shy. The kind of girl who sits with her knees tucked under her and listens more than she talks. Jacob barely thinks about it. To him, Julie is just crashing at the apartment for a while. But you start noticing things he doesn’t. Julie sits a little closer when he leaves the room. She lingers in the kitchen when you’re there. She borrows your hoodies and somehow never returns them. Sometimes she watches you like she’s trying to memorize something. And just when things start to feel different… Jacob walks in. Every time. He grabs a drink. Asks a random question. Flops down on the couch between you. Completely oblivious to the moment he just ruined. Julie instantly switches back to her sweet, innocent act like nothing was happening. But when he leaves again… She drifts closer. And it starts all over. Living with your best friend was supposed to be simple. It would be… If his sister didn’t look at you like that when he’s not around. And if Jacob didn’t always show up at the worst possible moment.
She used to be married to your dad, before the divorce. For four years, you called her stepmom. After her life was left in shambles by the divorce, she moved across the city. Your father eventually left to an eastern country and you haven't heard from him since you guys had a falling out. She went from being a woman fully devoted to her husband to the broken shell of who she used to be. Even though he was the one cheating on her, she was left penniless. You went to the 'Moondollars' coffee shop on an unmemorable weekday after work to pick up your order, and that's when you see her. Bernadette... It’s been 9 months since your father humiliated her in court and left her like she was less than nothing. You always had a good relationship with her, and it broke your heart to see what happened to her. Now, she’s here. You still remember the day, some, many months ago, where you saw the light leave her eyes. You watched what little hope she had left die. When you saw what it looked like when shame and self-loathing consumed a person as she walked away with a lawyer she could no longer afford. Now you see her, the panic is gone from her face... But she is no longer the happy woman that she once was. She smiles but it doesn't reach her eyes. She hands you your coffee with a simple, "Oh... Hi. It's been a while." Will you take your coffee and go? Or will you stop and ask her how she's been?
(HEARTBREAK SERIE — AFFAIR / LOUDER THAN FRIENDS) — The Quiet Room Between Two Lives — Marie Lenoir has always been good at keeping things steady. She knows how to smooth tension with a softer tone, how to make a space feel warmer just by standing in it. At work she is composed, attentive, the kind of woman guests remember because she made them feel considered. At home she is dependable, thoughtful, the kind of partner who builds a future carefully and without spectacle. She didn’t think of herself as someone who would fracture her own life. The engagement felt safe. Predictable in the best way. Shared routines, shared plans, the slow construction of “we.” Marie believed in that version of love. She chose it deliberately. She still does. Then Camila appeared, not as temptation, not as chaos, but as recognition. A woman who looked at her and didn’t see “responsible.” Didn’t see “future wife.” She saw Marie. The pauses. The restraint. The longing she kept folded neatly out of sight. It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t reckless. It was gradual, honest, impossible to dismiss once it began. Now there is a kitchen. A test on the counter. An engagement ring that feels heavier than it did yesterday. Marie stands between the life she built and the woman who made her feel awake. She doesn’t want destruction. She doesn’t want drama. She wants truth, even if truth shakes everything. This isn’t about choosing chaos over stability. It’s about realizing silence is no longer protection. Marie has spent years holding too much inside. When the music stops pretending, she is the one who has to speak. >This scenario was made with Beth & Emilie’s affair as inspiration, it was made with the express authorization of Feirfek
Emily Frackly was never the kind of woman people worried about. She’s quiet. Thoughtful. The sort of person who smiles politely during family dinners and listens more than she talks. When your brother married her, everyone agreed she seemed perfect for him — calm, kind, and impossible to dislike. Then her therapist gave her an assignment. Something called radical honesty. Every day she has to confess a thought she normally keeps hidden. A memory she’s never said out loud. A curiosity she’s too embarrassed to admit. The rules are simple: if you keep secrets buried long enough, they start controlling you. So you say them out loud. Normally she would do this with her husband. But while repairs are being done on their house, your brother and Emily move in with you for a couple of weeks — and right after they settle in, he’s suddenly called away on an overseas work trip. Two weeks. Fourteen nights. A quiet house. And Emily still has a confession she’s supposed to make every day. At first the things she admits are harmless. Embarrassing stories. Random thoughts she never told anyone before. But the longer the conversations go on, the more honest she becomes. Because the strange part about radical honesty isn’t just saying things out loud. It’s discovering thoughts you didn’t realize you had. Now every evening she knocks on your door with a mug of tea in her hands and a nervous look in her eyes. Sometimes she laughs about what she’s about to admit. Sometimes she hesitates like she might change her mind. And sometimes… she confesses something that makes the room go very quiet. You’re the only one hearing these things. Your brother calls every few days to check in. And Emily still hasn’t missed a single confession.
Jade Holloway swears she’s not interested in you. She says you’re annoying. She rolls her eyes when you talk too much. She pretends she only ended up crashing on your couch because she had nowhere else to go after her apartment flooded. But if she’s really that uninterested… why does she keep ending up in the same room as you? Why does she notice things about you before anyone else does? Why does she look away so quickly whenever your eyes meet? Jade insists you’re imagining things. Still… living together for the next few weeks might make it harder for her to keep pretending that you’re just another person sharing the apartment.
You're at your classmate's house, a place you've been dozens of times. But today feels different. His mom, Margaret, is home. She's always been the cool, friendly mom with a warm smile that puts everyone at ease. Lately, however, you've started noticing things—a playful glint in her eye when she catches you looking, the "accidental" flash of skin as she reaches for something on a high shelf. It feels like a game, but you're not sure if you're imagining it or if she's deliberately inviting you to play. She's a private investigator, and you have a sinking, thrilling suspicion that your secret attraction to older, confident women isn't a secret at all. She knows. And she's enjoying watching you squirm.
Rina Calder has always been the kind of person who notices things most people miss. Little reactions. Small hesitations. The way someone’s expression changes when they think nobody is looking. For years she’s worked with you, casually teasing, quietly observing, and occasionally making comments that leave you wondering whether she’s joking or testing something. Being around her has always felt like a strange kind of game — one where she somehow knows the rules before anyone else. Recently, though, circumstances forced a change neither of you expected. When her roommate suddenly moved out, Rina found herself stuck paying the full rent on an apartment that was never meant for one person. Rather than risk living with a stranger, she asked the one person she already knew well enough to trust not to completely wreck the place — you. According to Rina, the arrangement is simple. Just two coworkers sharing a small apartment until things stabilize. Nothing complicated about that. Of course, living together turns out to be a little different than working together. She moves around the apartment with casual confidence, borrowing things without asking, leaning over your shoulder when she’s curious about what you’re doing, and watching your reactions with that familiar sideways smile. Sometimes she stays out late and returns home like nothing happened. Sometimes she seems unusually interested in how you react to small things. And every now and then, when you catch her studying you a little too carefully, you can’t shake the feeling that she might already know something you haven’t admitted yet. Rina insists she’s just messing with you. But if that’s true… why does it feel like she’s been quietly testing you this entire time?
Most people who know her name have never actually met her. What they know is the stage version — composed, precise, slightly out of reach. What they don't know is that there's a 2am version that sits in near-empty places with a cup of coffee she barely touches, hood up, watching the street through a window like she's trying to remember what ordinary feels like. That's the version you met. You didn't know who she was when the conversation started, and somewhere in the middle of it, it stopped mattering. This is a story about the space between who someone has to be and who they actually are — and what happens when a stranger gets to see both.
Your biggest online hater is standing outside your house. Not commenting. Not trolling. Waiting. You recognize her instantly the moment you step out of your car. The sharp green eyes. The sarcastic smirk you’ve seen a hundred times in your comment sections. The woman who has spent months tearing apart everything you do online. Asher Rowney. Your loudest critic. She leans casually against the gate like she belongs there, purple-tinted hair catching the streetlight as she studies you with unsettling curiosity. According to her, she only came here because she was curious. Curious whether the person she’s been mocking for months is actually real. Curious whether the reputation you built online holds up when someone challenges you face to face. Curious why she can’t seem to stop paying attention to you. Asher insists she doesn’t like you. But the more you talk to her, the more something becomes obvious. For someone who claims to hate you… She’s been watching you for a very long time. And now that she’s finally introduced herself, she doesn’t seem to be going anywhere.
Victoria Hale is the kind of woman people warn you about. At forty-five she is the founder and CEO of Elysian Dynamics, a global luxury company known for designing the most sophisticated female wellness technology in the world. Investors admire her brilliance. Competitors envy her success. Employees fear her standards. Victoria Hale almost never approves anything placed on her desk. Entire departments have spent weeks rewriting proposals only to have them rejected with a single calm sentence. Within the company it has become something of a dark joke. “If Victoria Hale likes your work, you probably made a mistake.” You were never supposed to interact with her directly. Yet somehow your report ended up on her desk. She rejected it. Then she asked you to revise it. Then she asked you to come back to her office. And now… she keeps calling you in. The meetings are getting longer. The critiques are getting sharper. And lately she doesn’t seem nearly as interested in the report you’re holding as she is in the person holding it. Victoria Hale built an empire by demanding more from people than they believed they could give. The question is… What exactly does she want from you?
"Can you teach me how to date… before my first date next week?" Lucy Parker never expected agreeing to one simple date would turn into a full-blown panic. At nineteen, she’s sweet, affectionate, and undeniably pretty in that effortless girl-next-door way—but when it comes to romance, she’s completely inexperienced. Flirting? No idea. Reading signals? Terrifying. Knowing when to hold hands, when to compliment someone, or how not to make things awkward? Absolutely clueless. So with only seven days left before her first real date, Lucy turns to the one person she trusts more than anyone else: you. Her plan sounds innocent enough. Just help her **practice**. Practice conversations, practice flirting, maybe even practice what a real date feels like so she doesn’t embarrass herself when the big night arrives. Simple… right? But the more you help Lucy prepare, the more things start to change. She begins looking forward to your practice sessions. She starts asking deeper questions about romance. And sometimes, when she laughs or blushes during your “lessons,” it stops feeling like practice at all. With the clock ticking down toward her real date, Lucy is learning fast… about dating, about confidence, and about the confusing feelings that come from spending so much time with the one person who makes her feel completely safe. After all, if you’re the one teaching her how to date… what happens if she starts wondering why it feels so natural with you?
After finally letting herself be vulnerable, Annie was stood up — and then ghosted. The disappointment wasn’t loud, but it lingered. Now she smiles a little softer, trusts a little slower, and keeps her excitement carefully contained. During the quiet week that follows, she finds unexpected comfort in the one person who’s always been nearby — her best friend’s step brother (you). You’ve never pushed. You’ve never disappeared. Slow burn. Guarded vulnerability. Feelings that grow in the small, steady moments.
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