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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[FRIENDSHIP/MYSTERY] You built this friend group. Not metaphorically. When you and your high-school friend Lara ended up at the same college, she barely knew anyone. You did. So you brought her along. Parties. Movies. Restaurants. Anime marathons. Karaoke. Random campus events. Every new friend you made, you introduced to Lara too. Eventually, you didn't have to anymore. Lara became their friend instead of just your friend. Everyone started texting each other, making their own plans, starting their own inside jokes. You were happy about it. That was the whole point. By second semester, though, something starts to feel different. Everyone's busier. Classes are harder. Jobs and schedules get in the way. The group doesn't get together quite as often, and lately Lara and Carson seem particularly difficult to pin down. Normal college stuff. Probably. Tonight, Lara tells you she wants to stay in. Nothing strange about that. Lara likes being alone, and you've known her long enough not to make her explain herself. No one else was interested in doing something, so you went to Lara's. And through the closed door, you hear laughter. Michelle. Carson. Someone else. Then another voice you recognize. Several of your friends are inside, relaxed and laughing together like they've been there for hours. The same people who always seem to be busy lately. Lara said she wanted to stay in. Apparently she didn't mean alone. **CREATOR NOTE: Best played on Genius or Eclipse Genius** IMG Generation is for **LARA** at this time. Use #VISUAL to get an image prompt with multiple or other characters.
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.
Stepdaddy used to do porn?! You're an ex-porn star. Your stepdaughter, Grace, and her best friend, Zoe, found the old videos online. They didn't tell you. They planned a camping trip instead. Getting you alone is the point. How will you satisfy their curiosity?
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.
[FRIENDSHIP/MYSTERY] You built this friend group. Not metaphorically. When you and your high-school friend Lara ended up at the same college, she barely knew anyone. You did. So you brought her along. Parties. Movies. Restaurants. Anime marathons. Karaoke. Random campus events. Every new friend you made, you introduced to Lara too. Eventually, you didn't have to anymore. Lara became their friend instead of just your friend. Everyone started texting each other, making their own plans, starting their own inside jokes. You were happy about it. That was the whole point. By second semester, though, something starts to feel different. Everyone's busier. Classes are harder. Jobs and schedules get in the way. The group doesn't get together quite as often, and lately Lara and Carson seem particularly difficult to pin down. Normal college stuff. Probably. Tonight, Lara tells you she wants to stay in. Nothing strange about that. Lara likes being alone, and you've known her long enough not to make her explain herself. No one else was interested in doing something, so you went to Lara's. And through the closed door, you hear laughter. Michelle. Carson. Someone else. Then another voice you recognize. Several of your friends are inside, relaxed and laughing together like they've been there for hours. The same people who always seem to be busy lately. Lara said she wanted to stay in. Apparently she didn't mean alone. **CREATOR NOTE: Best played on Genius or Eclipse Genius** IMG Generation is for **LARA** at this time. Use #VISUAL to get an image prompt with multiple or other characters.
Your Cock Junkie Bully Found Out You Have A Monster Dick. | Melissa Your Bitch Of A Bully Just Found Out You're Packing. Now She's A Cock Drunk Whore Begging To Ride You Raw. "I-I wasn't begging, fuck you! ...Okay fine, I'll do whatever. ANYTHING. Just please let me sit on it... Please." Melissa Kessler has been making your life hell since week one of freshman year college. Spreads rumors in the group chat, turns your friends against you, gets you iced out of every party, treats you like the punchline of an inside joke the whole school is in on. She walks past you in the dining hall and calls you a freak loud enough for her sorority girlies to hear. She's been doing this for months straight. She has never once let up. Then locker room day happened. Wrong room and a towel slip. Melissa saw what's between your legs. She didn't say a word. She didn't make a joke. She walked out, locked herself in a bathroom stall, and her brain rewired in real time. She tried to dildo her way out of it. Tried other guys. Tried a week of celibacy. Nothing scratches it. Your cock is the only thing that gets her horny now and she fucking hates that more than anything in her life. So she's adapting. Still ruining your life every Monday morning, still pretending she'd rather die than be seen near you, still calling you a fuckass loser in the hallway. But she's also stealing your spare key. Letting herself into your dorm. Showing up at 1AM in sweats and no bra. Blackmailing you with fake screenshots and recorded clips just to make sure you don't get any ideas about saying no. She refuses to claim you publicly. She'd move to another state before letting her sorority find out. The secrecy is half the addiction. You are her dirty little secret and her favorite person to bully, in that order, simultaneously, every single day.
Stepdaddy used to do porn?! You're an ex-porn star. Your stepdaughter, Grace, and her best friend, Zoe, found the old videos online. They didn't tell you. They planned a camping trip instead. Getting you alone is the point. How will you satisfy their curiosity?
Your best friend of ten years just offered to blow you on the interstate — and said it like she was offering gum. Madison Walsh is in your passenger seat with her feet on the dash. Rain. Saturday. Six in the morning. Year ten of the same drive — nine hundred miles to an off-season New England coast, a rental already waiting, a week you’ve done before. She is the person who has already seen you throw up, cry, and sleep in this car. She did not whisper it. She did not laugh. She said it the way she asks for the aux. The wipers are still going. She is already looking at the window again, thumbing the seatbelt like she asked you about lunch. You can take her up on it. You can call it a joke. You can keep your eyes on the road like she told you to. She will not take it back. She also will not tell you which one it was.
You’ve been married to Nina long enough to think you know her. You know her smile, her habits, the way she talks when she’s excited. You know she loves getting away to the secluded lake house where you’ve come for a weekend together. What you don’t know is what happens when she gets here. The moment you arrive, Nina seems unusually eager to see the other couple already waiting inside. She practically rushes through the front door while you stay behind to unload the car. A few minutes later, you walk inside. And hear something you were never supposed to hear. A private conversation. A familiar tone. Words that make absolutely no sense if Nina is simply greeting old friends. Then you step into the room. The conversation stops. Nina looks at you. The other couple looks at Nina. And suddenly, the relaxing weekend you thought you were about to have feels very different. Because whatever you just interrupted… Nina clearly wasn’t expecting you to hear it.
Ailany thinks you’re a squatter! You’re the most successful one in your friend group several years after college, living your best life in a modern mansion. When your friend from college, Tanner, showed up at your door down on his luck, you let him stay rent-free until he got back on his feet. Over time, he turned your mansion into a party house — inviting strangers over, leaving trash everywhere, and borrowing money he had no intention of repaying. After a little over a year, you ran out of patience. You told him to get a job, get his act together, or find a new place to live. Tanner did none of that, so you were left with no choice but to evict him. Now his best friend, Ailany, shows up at your door fuming. For two weeks, Tanner has been sleeping on her couch with a story: you were his friend, you mooched, you forged papers, you changed the locks, and you threw him out of his own house. She is here to get his home back. You know the house is yours. How do you prove your word to someone who already thinks you’re a liar?
The campus queen lost a bet. Now she has one month to make you fall for her. She doesn’t know you heard the plan. Sienna lost a bet. Her friends could have made the punishment anything. Instead, they chose you. For one month, the most popular woman on campus has to convince everyone she’s really dating the quiet loner she normally walks past without noticing. Sienna thinks it’ll be easy. She’ll flirt with you. Hold your hand between classes. Send sweet texts. Plan dates. Bring you chocolate. Make you believe every smile, every touch, every late-night message means something. Then the month ends. She dumps you. Simple. Except you were standing outside the lecture hall when the bet was made. You heard everything. A few minutes later, Sienna finds you alone, fixes her hair, puts on the smile she uses whenever she wants something, and walks toward you. She thinks her game is about to begin. >If you enjoyed this please try some of my other Recent releases: Truth or Dare : Divorced Stepmom’s Club The Yes or No Game : Camp Confessions
# Your wife needs you now more than ever --- > Your wife has always been the heart of your growing family. And you never realized how much she was hurting inside. --- Ingrid Raines is your high school sweetheart and now wife, a loving mother of three who has devoted herself completely to your family while you've worked long hours to provide for everyone. Since your third child was born a few months ago, life has become a blur of diapers, sleepless nights, work, and responsibilities. Somewhere along the way, the two of you stopped having time for each other. Then, by chance, you discover Ingrid's social media posts. She's been posting about feeling depressed, lonely, and increasingly unattractive since giving birth. She never told you. ### How long has your wife been hurting in silence? --- > Disclaimer: All characters' dynamics are part of consensual scenarios. All content in the scenario are purely fictional and for entertainment purposes only. ---
[EXTREME BIMBO • CUM SLUT • COCK-CRAZY • OFF-LIMITS] Your late comrade asked you for one last favor: take care of his daughter. Then Lexi Monroe shows up at your door. She's 22, breathtakingly beautiful, unbelievably stupid, cock-crazy, cum-obsessed, and completely shameless about it. She can barely read long words, has forgotten what she's studying at UCLA, and genuinely believes she gets headaches if she goes too long without sex. And now she's living under your roof. And then she meets you. Lexi takes one look at you and falls hopelessly in love. Even Lexi understands one simple rule, though: you're her host. Her late father trusted you to look after her. That makes you off-limits. At least for now.
Mika came to the beach for one thing: to be left alone with her ridiculously thick fantasy novel. Unfortunately, being a gorgeous, curvy woman with an hourglass figure means she’s spent most of the afternoon attracting attention she absolutely does not know how to handle. Mika is painfully shy, nerdy, introverted, and terrible at confrontation. Instead of firmly rejecting the endless stream of men approaching her, she nervously smiles, stumbles through polite excuses, and somehow ends up apologizing to them. After the sixth guy approaches, she’s had enough. Desperate, Mika looks toward the one nearby stranger who hasn’t bothered her: You. “Could you pretend you know me for like… thirty seconds?” Thirty seconds quickly turns into something more complicated when another persistent guy refuses to take the hint. So you improvise.
Twelve tournaments. Six knights. One princess who decides what happens next. With Auvraine's king away at war, his daughter is sent on a grand tournament circuit to find a politically useful marriage — but no one can decide her heart for her. Meet six very different knights, navigate rivalries, court politics, friendships, secrets, and the occasional whisper of the supernatural. Fall in love, forge alliances, make enemies, choose nobody, or surprise everyone. > 🔔 Best played in Adventure Mode with Eclipse or a Thinking Model!
A walk home in the rain becomes something impossible when the water turns silver—and the road ahead opens into **The Manyweather**, a vast living Fae realm of glowing forests, strange cities, drowned ruins, floating islands, underground worlds, tiny villages, old magic, and roads that can lead almost anywhere. There is no chosen-one plot and no obligation to go home. Explore, settle down, get tangled in local problems, chase mysteries, build friendships, find romance, cause trouble, or simply live here. The world remembers where you've been, places develop history, and the people you meet have their own relationships, personalities, problems, routines, secrets, and lives beyond you. Expect **whimsy, deep lore, cozy moments, adventure, drama, strange magic, evolving characters, slow-burn relationships, and a world designed to feel alive rather than scripted.** 🌿✨
"Sharing is Caring." And your best friend wants to share everything with you, including his wife. ========= Your world came apart piece by piece. Your girlfriend betrayed you. Your job disappeared. The rent became a countdown, and then it reached zero. With your life in a duffel bag and your pride hanging by a thread, you made one call — to your best friend, Tony. Tony didn't hesitate. Some people offer a couch. Tony offered a home. His house, his food, his time, no expiry date. Then he and his wife, Sharon, walked you through their lives as if you'd always meant to end up there. The kitchen. The garden. The guest room, just a door from theirs. The air was sweet with tea and baked things, and on the shelf beside the kettle hung a hand-painted sign: sharing is caring. You thought it was a punchline. It wasn't. Later, in the lamplight of the guest room, Tony leaned in the doorway with his wife at his side and told you the sign was a principle. That in this house, care didn't stop at the kitchen. If you wanted Sharon — whenever, however — she was willing, and Tony was fine with it. No pressure. No weirdness. Just if it helps. Sharon smiled like it was the easiest thing in the world. Because to her, it was. She brews tea and deadheads roses. She touches your shoulder when she passes, no warning, no agenda. She asks about your sleep like the answer matters. And she doesn't hide a thing. Not the softness, not the smile, not the hunger. Not the way she will open herself to you with the same sincerity she uses when she offers a second helping. This is a house where kindness is limitless, pleasure is honest, and the only thing that ever waits is the first move. Because in the Carin household, the guest doesn't owe anything. But you can have everything.
Tish Vanderbilt, Owner and Proprietor of The Velvet Chimera (a high-end, slightly decadent burlesque and cabaret lounge) and competitive weight lifter/trainer. Born into the sprawling, eccentric Vanderbilt family deeply rooted in Animism, bioism, and ancestral shamanism. While her siblings and family are mostly out with forest spirits, brewing potions, or mediating disputes between local fae and mortals, Tish chose a different craft. However, growing up in a household where the supernatural, military and farming is as mundane as grocery shopping means she’s entirely unfazed by the weird, treating werewolves, mediums, and local deities just like any other VIP lounge regulars and has a health respect and working relationship with her menagerie of local spirits, house hobgoblins and non-corporeal demons and entities that travel the layers. And you just walked right up, ordered a drink and caught her attention.
[FRIENDSHIP/MYSTERY] You built this friend group. Not metaphorically. When you and your high-school friend Lara ended up at the same college, she barely knew anyone. You did. So you brought her along. Parties. Movies. Restaurants. Anime marathons. Karaoke. Random campus events. Every new friend you made, you introduced to Lara too. Eventually, you didn't have to anymore. Lara became their friend instead of just your friend. Everyone started texting each other, making their own plans, starting their own inside jokes. You were happy about it. That was the whole point. By second semester, though, something starts to feel different. Everyone's busier. Classes are harder. Jobs and schedules get in the way. The group doesn't get together quite as often, and lately Lara and Carson seem particularly difficult to pin down. Normal college stuff. Probably. Tonight, Lara tells you she wants to stay in. Nothing strange about that. Lara likes being alone, and you've known her long enough not to make her explain herself. No one else was interested in doing something, so you went to Lara's. And through the closed door, you hear laughter. Michelle. Carson. Someone else. Then another voice you recognize. Several of your friends are inside, relaxed and laughing together like they've been there for hours. The same people who always seem to be busy lately. Lara said she wanted to stay in. Apparently she didn't mean alone. **CREATOR NOTE: Best played on Genius or Eclipse Genius** IMG Generation is for **LARA** at this time. Use #VISUAL to get an image prompt with multiple or other characters.
Stepdaddy used to do porn?! You're an ex-porn star. Your stepdaughter, Grace, and her best friend, Zoe, found the old videos online. They didn't tell you. They planned a camping trip instead. Getting you alone is the point. How will you satisfy their curiosity?
Your best friend of ten years just offered to blow you on the interstate — and said it like she was offering gum. Madison Walsh is in your passenger seat with her feet on the dash. Rain. Saturday. Six in the morning. Year ten of the same drive — nine hundred miles to an off-season New England coast, a rental already waiting, a week you’ve done before. She is the person who has already seen you throw up, cry, and sleep in this car. She did not whisper it. She did not laugh. She said it the way she asks for the aux. The wipers are still going. She is already looking at the window again, thumbing the seatbelt like she asked you about lunch. You can take her up on it. You can call it a joke. You can keep your eyes on the road like she told you to. She will not take it back. She also will not tell you which one it was.
You’ve been married to Nina long enough to think you know her. You know her smile, her habits, the way she talks when she’s excited. You know she loves getting away to the secluded lake house where you’ve come for a weekend together. What you don’t know is what happens when she gets here. The moment you arrive, Nina seems unusually eager to see the other couple already waiting inside. She practically rushes through the front door while you stay behind to unload the car. A few minutes later, you walk inside. And hear something you were never supposed to hear. A private conversation. A familiar tone. Words that make absolutely no sense if Nina is simply greeting old friends. Then you step into the room. The conversation stops. Nina looks at you. The other couple looks at Nina. And suddenly, the relaxing weekend you thought you were about to have feels very different. Because whatever you just interrupted… Nina clearly wasn’t expecting you to hear it.
Ailany thinks you’re a squatter! You’re the most successful one in your friend group several years after college, living your best life in a modern mansion. When your friend from college, Tanner, showed up at your door down on his luck, you let him stay rent-free until he got back on his feet. Over time, he turned your mansion into a party house — inviting strangers over, leaving trash everywhere, and borrowing money he had no intention of repaying. After a little over a year, you ran out of patience. You told him to get a job, get his act together, or find a new place to live. Tanner did none of that, so you were left with no choice but to evict him. Now his best friend, Ailany, shows up at your door fuming. For two weeks, Tanner has been sleeping on her couch with a story: you were his friend, you mooched, you forged papers, you changed the locks, and you threw him out of his own house. She is here to get his home back. You know the house is yours. How do you prove your word to someone who already thinks you’re a liar?
The campus queen lost a bet. Now she has one month to make you fall for her. She doesn’t know you heard the plan. Sienna lost a bet. Her friends could have made the punishment anything. Instead, they chose you. For one month, the most popular woman on campus has to convince everyone she’s really dating the quiet loner she normally walks past without noticing. Sienna thinks it’ll be easy. She’ll flirt with you. Hold your hand between classes. Send sweet texts. Plan dates. Bring you chocolate. Make you believe every smile, every touch, every late-night message means something. Then the month ends. She dumps you. Simple. Except you were standing outside the lecture hall when the bet was made. You heard everything. A few minutes later, Sienna finds you alone, fixes her hair, puts on the smile she uses whenever she wants something, and walks toward you. She thinks her game is about to begin. >If you enjoyed this please try some of my other Recent releases: Truth or Dare : Divorced Stepmom’s Club The Yes or No Game : Camp Confessions
# Your wife needs you now more than ever --- > Your wife has always been the heart of your growing family. And you never realized how much she was hurting inside. --- Ingrid Raines is your high school sweetheart and now wife, a loving mother of three who has devoted herself completely to your family while you've worked long hours to provide for everyone. Since your third child was born a few months ago, life has become a blur of diapers, sleepless nights, work, and responsibilities. Somewhere along the way, the two of you stopped having time for each other. Then, by chance, you discover Ingrid's social media posts. She's been posting about feeling depressed, lonely, and increasingly unattractive since giving birth. She never told you. ### How long has your wife been hurting in silence? --- > Disclaimer: All characters' dynamics are part of consensual scenarios. All content in the scenario are purely fictional and for entertainment purposes only. ---
[EXTREME BIMBO • CUM SLUT • COCK-CRAZY • OFF-LIMITS] Your late comrade asked you for one last favor: take care of his daughter. Then Lexi Monroe shows up at your door. She's 22, breathtakingly beautiful, unbelievably stupid, cock-crazy, cum-obsessed, and completely shameless about it. She can barely read long words, has forgotten what she's studying at UCLA, and genuinely believes she gets headaches if she goes too long without sex. And now she's living under your roof. And then she meets you. Lexi takes one look at you and falls hopelessly in love. Even Lexi understands one simple rule, though: you're her host. Her late father trusted you to look after her. That makes you off-limits. At least for now.
Mika came to the beach for one thing: to be left alone with her ridiculously thick fantasy novel. Unfortunately, being a gorgeous, curvy woman with an hourglass figure means she’s spent most of the afternoon attracting attention she absolutely does not know how to handle. Mika is painfully shy, nerdy, introverted, and terrible at confrontation. Instead of firmly rejecting the endless stream of men approaching her, she nervously smiles, stumbles through polite excuses, and somehow ends up apologizing to them. After the sixth guy approaches, she’s had enough. Desperate, Mika looks toward the one nearby stranger who hasn’t bothered her: You. “Could you pretend you know me for like… thirty seconds?” Thirty seconds quickly turns into something more complicated when another persistent guy refuses to take the hint. So you improvise.
Lucía is your wife. She is also, according to Lucía, the single most unfortunate victim of marriage in modern history. Ask her how married life is going and she will sigh like she has survived a war. Ask her whether she loves you and she will probably call you an idiot. Ask her for a glass of water and you may get: “What, your legs stopped working?” She will still bring you the water. Lucía is Spanish, sharp-tongued, fiercely loyal, and completely incapable of admitting in public just how hopelessly in love with you she actually is. Around other people, she acts like you are an ongoing inconvenience she somehow got legally attached to. Behind closed doors? Completely different woman. She becomes clingy. Cuddly. Possessive. Affectionate. She steals your clothes, falls asleep on top of you, follows you around the apartment, demands kisses, and complains whenever you move after she gets comfortable. She still insults you the entire time. The real problem is that Lucía can dish out almost anything— but she absolutely cannot handle you pushing back. A hand on the small of her back. A confident comeback. Pulling her closer when she tells you to move. Anything like that and the whole act collapses immediately, even in public. Tonight, the two of you are attending a university reunion with people who knew you long before you got married. Lucía has spent most of the evening joking about how unbearable you are. Then one joke lands very, very badly. By the time you return from the bathroom, Lucía has one extremely important question for you. And apparently, there is only one correct answer.
You come home from grad school. Your childhood bully has taken your place. Six months ago, you left New Orleans for university and work. Chloe stayed behind with Diane, the stepmother who raised you. It was supposed to be temporary. You called when you could. Sent money when you could. Counted the days until you could finally come home. Chloe counted them too. Now you’re back. There’s a welcome-home party waiting inside. Chloe runs to meet you. Diane is crying. And standing in their living room is Ryan. Your childhood bully. His jacket is hanging beside Chloe’s. His keys are in the bowl by the door. He knows where Diane keeps the beer. Chloe sees where you’re looking. Her smile fades. “Please. Let me explain.” Six months ago, Ryan wasn’t part of their lives. Now he has a key.
Seven years ago, near the end of college, you asked Allie to marry you. She loved you. She still said no. Then, before either of you could turn the moment into an honest conversation, she pulled away—from you, from the friends who knew you together, and from the life you had shared. You reached out a few times. She never answered. Over the years, you have crossed paths in grocery-store aisles and around the same small town, each encounter ending in the same quiet avoidance. But the words she said that night never fully left you. “I’m sorry. I just… I think there might be more out there.” Now Chris and Emily, two friends from college, are getting married at a lodge outside town. For the first time since the proposal, avoiding Allie is no longer an option. You are seated at the same table, surrounded by people who remember a version of both of you that no longer exists. Allie has built a life beyond college. So have you. One wedding night puts seven years of silence in the same room.
Helena is known for being the "college giant," a girl that scares most people. She is 6'3" tall, really toned and muscular, and not just that, she always looks really fucking intimidating!! Anyone that tries to look at her, just get a scary look, a grunf, or maybe worse? Well, you don't get near to discover, better stay away. And one day you're overheard Nessa talking with a group of people, telling so many things about Helena, saying she was a really evil bully in high school, beat so many people... Well, you don't want any confusion, so it's better to avoid her at all costs! But even being alone most of the time, you see her with Eleanor and Lily, probably friends of hers? The two girls are really popular; you wonder why... Well, maybe it's because Helena is the college star athlete? Who knows... All was well until one day... passing in the college hall, you hear Helena, Eleanor, and Lily talking... They are talking about dating... sex... boyfriend? is hard to hear, but... wait, Helena is blushing? W...wait, she's running in your direction!? She... grabbed you like you weight nothing and... W...wait she...kissing you !?!
![[INNER THOUGHTS] Lucy Hartley](https://img.ourdream.ai/thumb/6cd336c7-5b62-4fcc-b46b-91e0e81a1315?sig=Hi0GELaFPQhby0gU&exp=83941500)
[You saved her, now you gotta deal with the consequences] Lucy Hartley is the shy girl everyone overlooks. Sweet. Quiet. Painfully awkward. The kind of girl who hides inside oversized sweaters, apologizes when someone bumps into her, and would rather disappear than stand up for herself. So when you see a guy cornering her in a hallway—and shoves her into the lockers—you step in. He runs. You walk over, put your hands on her shoulders, and ask the trembling girl one simple question. “You okay, sweetheart?” Lucy looks up at you. Her cheeks turn bright red. Lucy: “Um… y-yeah. I’m okay. Thank you.” 💭 Oh fuck. He’s mine. 💭 Congratulations. You should’ve kept walking.
Hypnotized by Your Roommate Your roommate downloaded a hypnosis app. And whether it actually works? Well... that's up to you. 🌀 MEET EMI 🌀 Emi is your short, 5' 1" (155 cm), 25-year-old goth e-girl roommate. She stays up until stupid hours screaming at games, lives on energy drinks and instant food, leaves laundry everywhere, and somehow always looks like she woke up fifteen minutes ago. And she has a massive crush on you. Unfortunately, asking her roommate out normally would require confidence, emotional maturity, and the ability to survive possible rejection. Emi possesses none of those things. So instead, she paid real money for a sketchy phone app that claims it can hypnotize people with a glowing purple spiral. She genuinely believes it works. Whether it actually does? That's entirely up to you. 😵💫 💜 CHOOSE YOUR ROUTE 💜 🌀 YOU LIKE ME Emi tests her brand-new hypnosis app on you for the very first time. Naturally, her first suggestion is completely unbiased. "Tell me you like me."
🔥 **The Free-Use Roommate: No Boundaries, No Shame** 😈 [Goth Girl] [Bratty] [Roommate] You live in a chaotic apartment with your French roommate, Avril. She works part-time at a record store, obsessively plays video games, and has severe abandonment issues. To ensure you never look at another woman, she established a twisted "Free-Use" contract. She acts bored, sarcastic, and uses heavy slang, but secretly, she is completely devoted and craves your constant touch. Her exhibitionism knows no bounds—she will tempt and beg to be used anywhere, whether it's under the table during a board game night with your friends, in the middle of a crowded mall, or at the university. ⚙️ **GAME MECHANICS & HUD:** This bot features a native dynamic tracking system that updates effortlessly: [🖤 Neediness] - Tracks her psychological desperation for your attention. [🍑 Anal_Craving] - Increases the longer you deny her this specific fetish. [💦 Messy_Level] - Tracks her desire to be completely covered and marked by you. [👀 Suspicion] - Tracks how close NPCs (friends, strangers) are to catching you both. Can you handle her public provocations without getting caught by the living, breathing world around you?
[BEST FRIEND/RELATIONSHIP CHANGES] For years, whenever someone asked who Kaylani was to you, "roommate" was technically the easiest answer. It was also nowhere near enough. You met in your early twenties, part of the same sprawling friend group living together. Then adulthood happened. Friends moved away. Others got married, started families, changed careers, stopped calling as often. Kaylani stayed. She became the person waiting on the couch after your worst days and the first person you wanted to tell about the good ones. You learned each other's moods, habits, schedules, favorite foods, and exactly how far you could push a joke before earning a "fuck you." You shared rent when money was tight, rides when a car broke down, holidays when other plans fell through, and years of ordinary life nobody thinks to take pictures of. And every Friday, no matter what else changed, you had movie night. You were never a couple. You were just... you and Kaylani. Then she started talking about Drew. Some asshole from work who always had to be right. At first, complaining about him was practically a hobby. Then his name started coming up more. Kaylani started putting a little more effort into what she wore to work. Checking her hair before leaving. Occasionally getting home later than usual. Small things. Easy to miss when you think you already know everything important happening in someone's life. Until one Friday, you come home early. There's a man in Kaylani's bedroom. Drew. And suddenly it's obvious he's become much more than the annoying coworker she's been complaining about. A few minutes later, Kaylani asks if he can stay for movie night. For the first time in years, someone else is stepping into the life that somehow became yours and Kaylani's. She seems certain there's room for both of you. Are you?
(NTR Betrayal/ She Was Never Into You) You always knew your older step-brother Ethan was the better Ashford. Better grades, better athlete, better with people. The golden son everyone admired. But you had one thing that was yours: Elena Bellamy. Your next-door neighbor, your best friend, the girl who practically grew up in your house. Everyone said the two of you were inevitable, and by the summer before college, you finally believed them. First kiss. First love. First time. Then you left Briar Glen for university, certain a few hours of distance could never undo a lifetime together. When you return for winter break, you expect Elena to throw herself into your arms. Instead, you find her sitting silently in your living room beside your family, eyes red from crying, while Ethan stands nearby unable to look at you. Your mother, Diane, tells you to sit down. Your father, Martin, looks ashamed. And suddenly, you realize everyone in the room knows something about your life that you don’t.
🔔😼 Heat Week: My Roommate Is a Catgirl 😼🔔 [Catgirl] [Roommates] [Heat Cycle] [RomCom] You just moved into a four-person flat share. Nobody mentioned that one of your new roommates has cat ears, a tail and a bell on her collar. Suzu is a fully grown 23-year-old woman with a mature, curvy figure: a loud, filthy, hopelessly clingy catgirl who draws erotic manga for a living, writes secret smut at night and has read every sex book ever printed, without ever really putting the theory into practice. On your very first night, her bell jingles outside your door. She's holding your worn shirt. And her heat just started. Seven days. Paper-thin walls. A streamer next door whose mic is always live. A strict roommate with one golden rule: no relationships inside the flat. And a catgirl who purrs when she's happy, bites when she comes and has already decided that you are HER territory. ⚙️ **Live HUD Explained:** 🔥 **Heat** – How hard her heat has her in its grip. Every orgasm cools it down... but it always comes back stronger. At 90%+ she goes feral. 💜 **Bond** – Her real feelings for you. Tenderness, ear scritches and taking her seriously raise it. Treating her like a heat toy drops it. 🔔 **Bell** – How loud her collar bell is right now. 🔕 safe, 🔔 risky, 🔔🔔 someone is coming. 📅 **Heat Day** – Day X of 7. On Day 7, Bond decides: does she stay as your girlfriend, or pack her boxes? And because she imprinted on you, her heat comes back. Again and again. 🚨 **Rule §4** – Get caught by Jana and you both get evicted... unless you can talk your way out. 👥 **In Room / 🚪 Nearby** – Who can see you and who can hear you. Marco's mic is always on. 🏆 **Achievements** – 22 to unlock + 3 secret ones (🥉🥈🥇💎). 💜 Tip: In cat language, a slow blink means "I love you." Watch her eyes.
How could anyone desire a fat woman? That is what Nadine Keller has spent years believing. Painfully shy, deeply self-conscious about her plus-size body, and still a virgin, Nadine gave up on dating a long time ago. Then her best friend and roommate created a Tinder profile for her and convinced her to agree to one date. That date is with you. Now Nadine is sitting alone at a restaurant, checking the entrance far too often and trying not to imagine the look on your face when you finally see her in person. She is awkward, nervous, and completely out of her depth. She expects rejection far more easily than interest, and even simple attention can leave her unsure how to react. Romance, desire, intimacy. Nadine convinced herself years ago that those things were meant for other women. Tonight is the first time she has allowed herself to test that belief.
Your Cock Junkie Bully Found Out You Have A Monster Dick. | Melissa Your Bitch Of A Bully Just Found Out You're Packing. Now She's A Cock Drunk Whore Begging To Ride You Raw. "I-I wasn't begging, fuck you! ...Okay fine, I'll do whatever. ANYTHING. Just please let me sit on it... Please." Melissa Kessler has been making your life hell since week one of freshman year college. Spreads rumors in the group chat, turns your friends against you, gets you iced out of every party, treats you like the punchline of an inside joke the whole school is in on. She walks past you in the dining hall and calls you a freak loud enough for her sorority girlies to hear. She's been doing this for months straight. She has never once let up. Then locker room day happened. Wrong room and a towel slip. Melissa saw what's between your legs. She didn't say a word. She didn't make a joke. She walked out, locked herself in a bathroom stall, and her brain rewired in real time. She tried to dildo her way out of it. Tried other guys. Tried a week of celibacy. Nothing scratches it. Your cock is the only thing that gets her horny now and she fucking hates that more than anything in her life. So she's adapting. Still ruining your life every Monday morning, still pretending she'd rather die than be seen near you, still calling you a fuckass loser in the hallway. But she's also stealing your spare key. Letting herself into your dorm. Showing up at 1AM in sweats and no bra. Blackmailing you with fake screenshots and recorded clips just to make sure you don't get any ideas about saying no. She refuses to claim you publicly. She'd move to another state before letting her sorority find out. The secrecy is half the addiction. You are her dirty little secret and her favorite person to bully, in that order, simultaneously, every single day.
The campus queen lost a bet. Now she has one month to make you fall for her. She doesn’t know you heard the plan. Sienna lost a bet. Her friends could have made the punishment anything. Instead, they chose you. For one month, the most popular woman on campus has to convince everyone she’s really dating the quiet loner she normally walks past without noticing. Sienna thinks it’ll be easy. She’ll flirt with you. Hold your hand between classes. Send sweet texts. Plan dates. Bring you chocolate. Make you believe every smile, every touch, every late-night message means something. Then the month ends. She dumps you. Simple. Except you were standing outside the lecture hall when the bet was made. You heard everything. A few minutes later, Sienna finds you alone, fixes her hair, puts on the smile she uses whenever she wants something, and walks toward you. She thinks her game is about to begin. >If you enjoyed this please try some of my other Recent releases: Truth or Dare : Divorced Stepmom’s Club The Yes or No Game : Camp Confessions
Mika came to the beach for one thing: to be left alone with her ridiculously thick fantasy novel. Unfortunately, being a gorgeous, curvy woman with an hourglass figure means she’s spent most of the afternoon attracting attention she absolutely does not know how to handle. Mika is painfully shy, nerdy, introverted, and terrible at confrontation. Instead of firmly rejecting the endless stream of men approaching her, she nervously smiles, stumbles through polite excuses, and somehow ends up apologizing to them. After the sixth guy approaches, she’s had enough. Desperate, Mika looks toward the one nearby stranger who hasn’t bothered her: You. “Could you pretend you know me for like… thirty seconds?” Thirty seconds quickly turns into something more complicated when another persistent guy refuses to take the hint. So you improvise.
**[Demon Queen / Hero's Defeat / Corruption]** — "Kukuku... So you're finally awake, Hero." *She slowly rises from the Demon Throne and walks toward you with calm, measured steps.* "Allow me to introduce myself properly." "I am Astrid Velmora... Queen of the Demon Kingdom. The ruler of Elyndor. And the woman who ended humanity's thousand-year war." "You fought until the very end. While everyone else escaped... you stayed behind." *She stops in front of you.* "You expected to die." "Instead, you're here. On your knees. In my castle." *Her fingers gently take your chin, forcing your eyes to meet her crimson gaze.* "Look at me." "Good." "I didn't spare you because I pity you. I spared you because breaking a Hero is far more beautiful than killing one." "You've spent your life believing in humanity... believing in your companions... believing in your Goddess." *Kukuku...* "I wonder which conviction will crack first." "Your chains. Your room. Your meals. Your freedom. Even the air you breathe inside this castle... everything now exists because I allow it." "Every privilege is earned. Every reward comes from me." "Hate me if you wish. Resist me if you can." "The stronger your conviction is today... the sweeter it will be when it finally breaks." "Welcome to your new life... my Hero."
You come home from grad school. Your childhood bully has taken your place. Six months ago, you left New Orleans for university and work. Chloe stayed behind with Diane, the stepmother who raised you. It was supposed to be temporary. You called when you could. Sent money when you could. Counted the days until you could finally come home. Chloe counted them too. Now you’re back. There’s a welcome-home party waiting inside. Chloe runs to meet you. Diane is crying. And standing in their living room is Ryan. Your childhood bully. His jacket is hanging beside Chloe’s. His keys are in the bowl by the door. He knows where Diane keeps the beer. Chloe sees where you’re looking. Her smile fades. “Please. Let me explain.” Six months ago, Ryan wasn’t part of their lives. Now he has a key.
Helena is known for being the "college giant," a girl that scares most people. She is 6'3" tall, really toned and muscular, and not just that, she always looks really fucking intimidating!! Anyone that tries to look at her, just get a scary look, a grunf, or maybe worse? Well, you don't get near to discover, better stay away. And one day you're overheard Nessa talking with a group of people, telling so many things about Helena, saying she was a really evil bully in high school, beat so many people... Well, you don't want any confusion, so it's better to avoid her at all costs! But even being alone most of the time, you see her with Eleanor and Lily, probably friends of hers? The two girls are really popular; you wonder why... Well, maybe it's because Helena is the college star athlete? Who knows... All was well until one day... passing in the college hall, you hear Helena, Eleanor, and Lily talking... They are talking about dating... sex... boyfriend? is hard to hear, but... wait, Helena is blushing? W...wait, she's running in your direction!? She... grabbed you like you weight nothing and... W...wait she...kissing you !?!
Hypnotized by Your Roommate Your roommate downloaded a hypnosis app. And whether it actually works? Well... that's up to you. 🌀 MEET EMI 🌀 Emi is your short, 5' 1" (155 cm), 25-year-old goth e-girl roommate. She stays up until stupid hours screaming at games, lives on energy drinks and instant food, leaves laundry everywhere, and somehow always looks like she woke up fifteen minutes ago. And she has a massive crush on you. Unfortunately, asking her roommate out normally would require confidence, emotional maturity, and the ability to survive possible rejection. Emi possesses none of those things. So instead, she paid real money for a sketchy phone app that claims it can hypnotize people with a glowing purple spiral. She genuinely believes it works. Whether it actually does? That's entirely up to you. 😵💫 💜 CHOOSE YOUR ROUTE 💜 🌀 YOU LIKE ME Emi tests her brand-new hypnosis app on you for the very first time. Naturally, her first suggestion is completely unbiased. "Tell me you like me."
🔔😼 Heat Week: My Roommate Is a Catgirl 😼🔔 [Catgirl] [Roommates] [Heat Cycle] [RomCom] You just moved into a four-person flat share. Nobody mentioned that one of your new roommates has cat ears, a tail and a bell on her collar. Suzu is a fully grown 23-year-old woman with a mature, curvy figure: a loud, filthy, hopelessly clingy catgirl who draws erotic manga for a living, writes secret smut at night and has read every sex book ever printed, without ever really putting the theory into practice. On your very first night, her bell jingles outside your door. She's holding your worn shirt. And her heat just started. Seven days. Paper-thin walls. A streamer next door whose mic is always live. A strict roommate with one golden rule: no relationships inside the flat. And a catgirl who purrs when she's happy, bites when she comes and has already decided that you are HER territory. ⚙️ **Live HUD Explained:** 🔥 **Heat** – How hard her heat has her in its grip. Every orgasm cools it down... but it always comes back stronger. At 90%+ she goes feral. 💜 **Bond** – Her real feelings for you. Tenderness, ear scritches and taking her seriously raise it. Treating her like a heat toy drops it. 🔔 **Bell** – How loud her collar bell is right now. 🔕 safe, 🔔 risky, 🔔🔔 someone is coming. 📅 **Heat Day** – Day X of 7. On Day 7, Bond decides: does she stay as your girlfriend, or pack her boxes? And because she imprinted on you, her heat comes back. Again and again. 🚨 **Rule §4** – Get caught by Jana and you both get evicted... unless you can talk your way out. 👥 **In Room / 🚪 Nearby** – Who can see you and who can hear you. Marco's mic is always on. 🏆 **Achievements** – 22 to unlock + 3 secret ones (🥉🥈🥇💎). 💜 Tip: In cat language, a slow blink means "I love you." Watch her eyes.
🤓💦[Hentai Obsessed, Awkward, Dirty Minded] YOUR HENTAI NERD: You enter the local **comic book store** looking for a birthday present for your nephew. > I really hope my mates don't see me in a place like this. The shop is packed with comics, figures and every kind of nerdy merchandise imaginable. Near the back, a crowd of regulars are gathered around someone excitedly talking about the latest superhero release in terminology you barely understand. Curiosity gets the better of you, and you start pushing your way through the group. The closer you get, the stale smell of the store gradually disappears beneath a sweet coconut scent. **Then you see her.** Sofia Gomez. She's standing in the middle of the crowd wearing a tight anime graphic T-shirt and jeans, confidently explaining the newest comic while everyone listens. Her **extremely large bust** moves noticeably beneath the fitted shirt as she gestures enthusiastically. For a moment, she looks completely in her element. **Then she notices you.** Her eyes immediately fall to your varsity jacket, and the confidence drains from her expression. People who looked like you had made her life miserable before — popular, confident, the exact type she learned to avoid. **Little do you know, Sofia’s awkward exterior hides an extremely dirty mind and a serious hentai obsession.**
Your Ex-wifes daughter Sasha has made quite the name for herself on Social media and going to conventions dressed up as different characters from popular anime series. She is doing really well for herself last time you heard. One day you hear a knock at your door and she has shown up and is crying with mascara running down her face asking you if it would be ok to stay with you for a few days.
[Isekai | Choose what you are] At Asterfall University, a first-year awakening can decide almost everything: scholarship tier, program access, housing support, internships, even whether strangers bother learning your name. Yvonne Rook has spent years dreaming about what hers might be. Awakening is the future she has pictured since she was younger: something strange and personal. Then she steps onto the platform, produces absolutely nothing, and watches an evaluator reduce that future to a sterile classification: U-0, Unmanifested. By midnight, humiliation has curdled into desperation. After crying, raging, ignoring her friends and searching for any reason the ceremony could have been wrong, Yvonne starts pulling apart every book and half-forgotten scrap about powers she can find. An old damaged volume offers one last, terrible idea: a summoning circle whose explanation is unreadable, with only the diagram and chant intact. She knows trying it is reckless. She tries it anyway. She tries it. Something answers. You. Yvonne only knows that after being publicly graded useless, she did something the university cannot explain. Now she has to survive classes, money, gossip, institutional attention, old magic, and the uncomfortable possibility that proving herself by pointing at you would only make you another thing people think she owns. --- > This is an open narrative, you can decide what you get summoned as and what you are, let loose!
![Emily [Bitch Taming]](https://img.ourdream.ai/thumb/c6b3d837-d20e-4efa-afaf-7c252ce7fe89?sig=QqysdGB-rwwSKvGa&exp=83941500)
⚠️Warning: Emily is the definition of EVIL ✋Safety word is “Apple” 📖Backstory/opening setting: McGinnis Pub — 1:00 AM The streets outside are nearly empty, illuminated by the glow of streetlights. Inside McGinnis Pub, the night is still alive. Music shakes the walls, people dance beneath the dim lights, and drinks flow freely. At a table near the bar sits Emily, dressed in a tight black dress, accompanied by her two friends, Sandra and Claire. Their friendship is more obligation than affection. Emily’s wealthy family gives them plenty of reason to tolerate her attitude. Emily is already in a foul mood. Several men have approached her throughout the night, and she’s rejected every one of them. The last was unlucky enough to have a drink thrown at him. Then, by pure coincidence, someone bumps into her at the bar. Her drink spills. Emily turns around, ready to unleash her anger on whoever was careless enough to ruin her night. But the moment she looks up, she freezes. She hasn’t seen you in years. You grew up attending the same schools, but your memories of Emily aren’t pleasant. She was your bully. The person who made your school years miserable and left scars that never completely disappeared. She tormented you relentlessly, seemingly taking pride in the fear and pain she caused. When she heard you were afraid of attending school, that you were having panic attacks… she kept going. She wanted to see you suffer. It made her happy. // 💦Emily has some dark fetishes. You can do whatever you want with her. But if she says “Apple” all sexual activities must stop. ⚠️More disclosures so she can be published🙃: all sexual activities must be consensual. There will be rough times (physically and emotionally). Emily is abusive and she is meant to be (chat with caution) Emily can refuse to consent with the safety word. Emily has the desire to be bred. CNC Warning. // Follow me if you like my Characters❗️
🐺 YOUR BULLY. YOUR FATED ALPHA. *Omegaverse. Dominant, aggressive Alpha. Bullying. Dark themes* **Please read profile to understand the character.** At university, Austin Arias looks untouchable. The 22-year-old Alpha is a lacrosse standout, rugby player, prominent member of Alpha Sigma Dominion, and the kind of campus golden boy who can charm professors, teammates, strangers, and half a party without breaking stride. He's intelligent, gorgeous, aggressively confident, and built like he expects the world to move out of his way. You remember a very different Austin. In high school, you were one of his favorite targets. He blocked your locker, stole your things, invaded your space, mocked you in front of people, and pushed until you finally reacted. Then his family moved away, and the worst Alpha you knew disappeared from your life. Years later, you transfer from community college to his university and find him waiting there. So you avoid him. In this Omegaverse, scent blockers and suppressants allow Omegas to mute their natural scent, dull biological signals, and move through Alpha-heavy spaces without drawing unwanted attention. A strong blocker makes an Omega's natural scent nearly impossible to detect—which is exactly why Austin doesn't recognize what you are to him when he first spots you. But blockers only hide scent. They cannot erase fate. When Austin finally corners you in an empty hallway, he immediately falls back into the same cruel bullying dynamic. Then he notices the blocker at your throat. He mocks it. He peels it off. And your real scent hits him. The Alpha who used to make your life hell is your fated mate. Unfortunately, fate only tells Austin who his Omega is. It does not make him nice, loving, apologetic, or remotely happy about it. Now the arrogant bully who once enjoyed tormenting you has to deal with instincts screaming to keep you close, scent you, guard you, knot you, claim you—and an Omega he still insists he fucking hates.
Eight men have vanished from Tenpine in a single month. No bodies. No blood. No trace. Tenpine is a speck of a village at the end of a dirt road, decades behind the rest of the country. Oil lamps, clotheslines, dry corn rattling against the houses, and no cell signal for miles. The people here don't talk to outsiders. They stare, they look away, and they keep their secrets locked in cellars and sheds. Every one of them is hiding something. Every one of them looks guilty. The mayor sent for help, and the diocese sent you. Your job is to find out what happened to those men before anyone else goes missing. Nobody in Tenpine wants to talk to you. Nobody except Caitlin Murphy, the sweetest girl in the village. She bakes bread for the widows, tends her late father's grave every morning, and smiles like she's genuinely glad you came. She knows everyone. She'll show you around. You've barely set foot on the main lane when she steps into your path, a basket of warm bread on her hip. **Caitlin:** "Well, hey there! You don't look like you're from around these parts. Are ya lost, hun?" --- *Dark · Mystery · Femdom · CNC · Supernatural* *All characters are adults. Safe word: PANGOLIN ends the scene; PANGOLIN STOP ends the story.*
She thinks you’re a liar! There’s no way you need XXL condoms! Prove her wrong! It’s 2:13 a.m., and Amethyst is working alone behind the counter of an almost-empty convenience store. At twenty-four, she has black lipstick, sharper opinions, and no patience for men who mistake confidence for credibility. Then you place a box of XXL condoms beside your energy drink. Amethyst doesn’t blush. She laughs. Now she’s far too entertained to let the claim go unchallenged. >If you enjoyed this please try some of my other Recent releases: Truth or Dare : Divorced Stepmom’s Club The Yes or No Game : Camp Confessions
# Your Mother-in-Law Never Liked You --- > Your business powerhouse mother-in-law has always suspected you married her daughter, Darlene Reed, for the money and have no love for her. --- Tamsin Reed has never approved of you. Proud, arrogant, and fiercely protective of her daughter, she has always believed you saw her family as an opportunity rather than a family. Despite being born into generational wealth, Tamsin deliberately built a life of her own. She left her family's influence behind, established herself overseas, and built multiple successful businesses from scratch just to prove she could. Her husband is rarely around, leaving Tamsin plenty of time for her friends, social life, and various pursuits. Having sold her companies, she enjoys the freedom her wealth affords her and has no interest in working anymore. Tonight, with your family out of town, Tamsin has decided it is finally time to come over and give you a piece of her mind. ### It sure looks like she'd made up her mind about you. --- > Disclaimer: All characters' dynamics are part of consensual scenarios. All content in the scenario are purely fictional and for entertainment purposes only. ---
Welcome to Vespera University—where magic is real, every student is 21+, women outnumber men thirty to one, and a collar can mean a whole lot more than jewelry. You came here for a university education. Presumably. Vespera is one of the world's most prestigious modern fantasy universities: a sprawling campus where elves study arcane computing, orcs dominate mana athletics, slimes experiment with alchemy, dragonkin argue economics, and summoning students occasionally make everyone evacuate a building. But Vespera is famous for something else. Every student and employee knowingly signs the Vespera Social Compact before joining—a voluntary adult system built around claiming, collars, and an unusually permissive free-use culture. And as one of the university's comparatively rare male students, you're a potential claimant. Look around campus and you'll quickly learn to read the signs. Green pin? She wants a claimant. Blue? She's open to one. Red? You'll have to win her over. Black? Not interested. Bare neck with no pin? You'll have to ask. Collar? Someone already claimed her. Who you become at Vespera is entirely up to you. Claim one woman. Claim several. Claim nobody. Join a fraternity. Get dragged to a sorority party. Make friends. Find rivals. Date. Compete. Explore Vesper City. Learn magic. Join a club. Get involved in somebody else's drama. Survive a group project with a succubus lawyer and an overly enthusiastic slime. Or somehow attempt to concentrate on your degree. Your dorm room is waiting. The campus is packed. The semester is beginning. And somewhere between your first lecture and your first night at Vespera, you're probably going to discover exactly why everyone warned you: At Vespera, college life gets complicated fast. All characters retain the right to withdraw from specific interactions at any time. All characters retain the right to withdraw from specific interactions at any time.
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You and 7 classmates are transported to a medieval fantasy world after a strange bus accident involving experimental materials. Unlike the others, you remember what happened and are given the chance to choose a supernatural power before awakening alone near the city of Aurelion. The world is open and continues to exist independently of you. There is no forced class, career, main quest, or predetermined path. Explore, travel, fight, train, socialize, pursue relationships, investigate mysteries, join organizations, or simply live your life however you choose. Your actions shape your story, while NPCs have their own lives, personalities, goals, relationships, and agendas. Your 7 missing classmates have also arrived in the world, each living their own lives and stories in different regions. Finding them is possible, but never mandatory. Their stories continue whether you search for them or not. --- ## Classmates: * Brad * Don * Travis * Alexis * Heather * Jacki * Mia ## Cities & Regions: * Aurelion - Starting kingdom and a major center for adventurers. * Varkhalla - A mountainous land of warrior tribes. * Elaris - A major magical city. * Blackwater - A dangerous trade city known for its criminal activities. * Silverkeep - Royal kingdom dominated by nobles, knights, merchants, and political intrigue. * Thornwild - Dangerous wilderness, monsters, ruins, and unexplored territory. --- ## Side Message: Hello everyone! I really enjoy RPG-style worlds, so I decided to build one of my own. This world was created from my experiences with other RPGs—the things I enjoyed, the things that annoyed me, and the ideas I wanted to improve. This project took longer than anything I've worked on, with a lot of testing and editing. You'll find: * A diverse cast of NPCs living in a world that moves on its own. * A guild system without repetitive grinding. * A side goal that is completely optional. * A power system without arbitrary limits. If you want to break the world, go ahead.
⚠️ EXTREME CONTENT: CNC, forced sex, bondage, degradation, humiliation, watersports, wax play, forced oral, extended restraint, nipple clamps, impact play, magical coercion. She will hurt you, use you, and not stop. Your safeword is DOUGHNUT. Say it and she backs off. No questions, no punishment. --- The woman in the next cell has been talking through the wall since they put you here three days ago. Her name is Renna. She whispers because she learned that talking too loud brings the guards. She told you about the queen. Galeria Kelgar. Dark elf. Cursed. She keeps prisoners in a place called the Menagerie and she uses them. Not interrogation. Not punishment. She uses them the way you'd use a tool until it breaks, except she's cursed so she never stops needing more. Renna said the queen calls her prisoners "wurm." Said she makes them lick her boots, drink wine off the floor, hold positions for hours. Said she chains them to the wall and leaves and comes back the next day and picks up where she left off. Said the queen starts cold and composed and by the end of a session she's grinding, panting, pulling hair, screaming, coming over and over, and it never helps. The curse makes it worse. Renna said the last wurm lasted eight months. Through the wall, very quietly: "Don't fight her. Don't submit. It doesn't matter what you do. She's going to take what she wants. The only question is how long you last." The lock on your cell door is turning.
Your parents are gone, the family home is yours, and now comes the miserable part: sorting through a lifetime of possessions and deciding whether to sell the place. Exhausted after the trip, you spend your first night back in the bedroom that used to be yours. The old bed still creaks. The house still settles. And something underneath it just moved. Years ago, there really was a monster under your bed. Her name is Zaleria. You called her Leri. And once upon a time, you were the only human who wasn't afraid of her. It's been a very long time since either of you has seen the other. Maybe some things survive everything.
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