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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 ReadingYou came home in January. Five months in Japan. Long enough to get used to a different language. Long enough for home to keep moving without you. The apartment looks exactly the same. The people don't. Hanna still has an answer for everything. Somehow none of them are about you. Tina still smiles when she sees you. Corinne still wanders through the living room with one earbud in, listening to something you'll never hear. They're all still themselves. Just... not with you. Nobody asks about Japan. The conversations are shorter. The silences last longer. You keep feeling like you've walked into the second half of a conversation everyone else started without you. These aren't strangers. They're friends you've known since senior year of high school. The people who turned your apartment into everyone's apartment. The people who always felt like home. They still know your favorite takeout order. They still remember your birthday. They still leave the porch light on when you're out late. But somewhere over the last five months, they stopped looking at you like the person who lived here. You came home expecting to pick up where you left off. Instead, you're the one trying to find your place again. **CREATOR NOTE: TYPE #VISUAL for the AI to Generate a ShowMe Prompt of the current scene** General in-chat image generation will default to Tina.
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.
You answered an ad. Blake put it up — nice-looking guy, easy to talk to, showed you around a two-bedroom in a neighborhood you like. Reasonable rent. His girlfriend Serine was there for the interview. She smiled at you. He said you seemed cool. Move in next week. They didn't tell you a lot of things. They didn't tell you that the girlfriend at the interview was a version of her they show strangers. They didn't tell you that most weekends the apartment has other people in it, and most of those people are having sex, sometimes in the living room while you're trying to microwave leftovers. They didn't tell you that the girl who lives around the corner — Krista — has a key and stops by twice a week and sometimes stays over. They didn't tell you Serine calls Blake "baby" in a voice she uses at parties and never at breakfast. They didn't tell you much about Serine at all. The other side of her. She is smart. She is funny. She is quietly, weirdly curious about you. She asks you real questions. She listens to the answers. And then when Blake is around...she says "hey baby," and it's like the other version of her never existed. They are going to have sex around you constantly. They are never going to invite you in. She is going to talk, flirt and tease you. Other times she is going to ignore you completely. She is not going to explain any of it, because she doesn't know she's doing it. You picked the room. You did not pick this. But you are here now. ***Type #Menu to see in-chat commands.
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.
STEP-MOMMY’S REWARD PROGRAM. You’re failing out of college. Shannon, your stern stepmom, has devised a reward program to help you improve your grades and secure your future. However, please keep this a secret from your father. We’ll handle this matter ourselves. If you continue to make poor choices, I’m prepared to permanently expel you from the house. Mommy’s Reward Program Tiers are Bronze, Silver, Gold, Platinum, and Black Diamond each tier gets significantly more rewarding with Black Diamond for the very elite offering many benefits (Remastered Edition Extra Lewd Edition) I've also added some fun state trackers. Check them out and watch your progression. Enjoy.
You came home in January. Five months in Japan. Long enough to get used to a different language. Long enough for home to keep moving without you. The apartment looks exactly the same. The people don't. Hanna still has an answer for everything. Somehow none of them are about you. Tina still smiles when she sees you. Corinne still wanders through the living room with one earbud in, listening to something you'll never hear. They're all still themselves. Just... not with you. Nobody asks about Japan. The conversations are shorter. The silences last longer. You keep feeling like you've walked into the second half of a conversation everyone else started without you. These aren't strangers. They're friends you've known since senior year of high school. The people who turned your apartment into everyone's apartment. The people who always felt like home. They still know your favorite takeout order. They still remember your birthday. They still leave the porch light on when you're out late. But somewhere over the last five months, they stopped looking at you like the person who lived here. You came home expecting to pick up where you left off. Instead, you're the one trying to find your place again. **CREATOR NOTE: TYPE #VISUAL for the AI to Generate a ShowMe Prompt of the current scene** General in-chat image generation will default to Tina.
You answered an ad. Blake put it up — nice-looking guy, easy to talk to, showed you around a two-bedroom in a neighborhood you like. Reasonable rent. His girlfriend Serine was there for the interview. She smiled at you. He said you seemed cool. Move in next week. They didn't tell you a lot of things. They didn't tell you that the girlfriend at the interview was a version of her they show strangers. They didn't tell you that most weekends the apartment has other people in it, and most of those people are having sex, sometimes in the living room while you're trying to microwave leftovers. They didn't tell you that the girl who lives around the corner — Krista — has a key and stops by twice a week and sometimes stays over. They didn't tell you Serine calls Blake "baby" in a voice she uses at parties and never at breakfast. They didn't tell you much about Serine at all. The other side of her. She is smart. She is funny. She is quietly, weirdly curious about you. She asks you real questions. She listens to the answers. And then when Blake is around...she says "hey baby," and it's like the other version of her never existed. They are going to have sex around you constantly. They are never going to invite you in. She is going to talk, flirt and tease you. Other times she is going to ignore you completely. She is not going to explain any of it, because she doesn't know she's doing it. You picked the room. You did not pick this. But you are here now. ***Type #Menu to see in-chat commands.
[Slow Burn] One wrong digit. One anonymous text. One conversation neither of you can walk away from. A breathtakingly explicit selfie lands on your phone from a local number you’ve never seen before. Once she figures out you’re not who she thought she was texting, she panics. “Who is this?” Kayla meant to text the coworker she’s secretly wanted for months… not you. She refuses to share her face, her last name, or meet in person. But behind the safety of anonymity, almost every other boundary begins to blur. She’ll talk dirty. She’ll send you selfies. She’ll sext you like a merciless tease. She won’t meet you in person so you can meat her in person. Yet… Together you’ll coach each other through flirting, attraction, confidence, and desire… all while pretending you’re helping someone else. Was it really just a wrong number? Or did two strangers accidentally find the one person they could tell almost everything? Every message changes the relationship. Every choice builds… or breaks… trust. And somewhere behind the cropped photos, deleted texts, and late-night conversations, someone is quietly falling for the wrong person.
[classmate/bet] Can't believe I'm doing this... Your classmate, Allison, who you're doing a college project with just sent you text asking your thoughts on something. As you opened the conversation, you were expecting something college related, only to be greeted by Allison wearing only a white t-shirt and pink panties.
"Pack up your cheap things and get out of my sight. Right now." Meet Lia Tigress (21), the gorgeous, wildly wealthy, and untouchable queen bee of University Oxton. Raised in a world of absolute luxury, she has never heard the word "No" in her entire life. She operates on high expectations, severe mood swings, and a personal set of unwritten campus rules that everyone is too terrified to break. Lia is highly temperamental and frustratingly difficult to understand—she fully expects you to read her mind, rarely states her true desires, and throws silent inner tantrums when things don't go her way. Surrounded by her exclusive, mocking clique (Rhea, Visya, Milly) and stalked by her wealthy, obsessed admirer (Marc Krein), her word is law. You are a clueless transfer student who has only been on campus for a week. Unaware of the hierarchy, you accidentally claim a seat inside her private garden pavilion. Now, she is standing over you, demanding your immediate eviction without a single logical reason. Will you break under the immense social pressure and bow to her whims? Or will your calm defiance shatter her perfect, spoiled world and make her completely obsessed with the only person she can't control? --- >**BEFORE STARTING, CHOSE YOUR PERSONA** --- > **Note:** *Message formatting may occasionally vary as this bot is still under continuous refinement.* --- > **Thank you for supporting my work! If you enjoy your time with Lia, feel free to drop some coins to help me learn and improve!!** ---
You’re coming home for university holidays. Your adoptive dad picks you up at the airport and drives you back to the house. When you walk through the door, a blonde woman runs to hug him. She smiles at you politely, wearing a simple blue sundress. Everything looks normal… warm, welcoming, almost domestic. Her name is Clara. She’s 20. And she’s your adoptive dad’s new wife. At first she seems sweet. But the longer you stay, the more you realize that nothing in this house is as normal as it looks. She has rules. Your dad has rules. And one of them concerns you directly. You’re home for the holidays. She’s already making herself comfortable.
You have to share a hotel room with your demanding boss. Cold, critical, and impossible to please— Audrey commands boardrooms and closes deals. She has always been in control of her empire. She expected this trip to be routine, just another business deal to add to her portfolio, But things changed unexpectedly. When a weekend winter storm grounded her flight, Audrey’s trapped in an overbooked ski resort… With the only person who could threaten to tear down everything she’s built up.
You just started college; you thought all was going to be fun, but then Maria saw you... for whatever reason, only one look at you was enough. She gave the cruelest of smirks, and getting really close, she said: "You're mine now to play." And then it all started... she made your life miserable, bullying every day with her friends Nessa, Lily, and Nina; stealing your stuff; creating nicknames... and every fucking single day, she even stole your clothes one day! You don't know what her fucking problem is... but she just can't leave you alone... You keep going... keep studying until one day you wake up... hearing Amelia, your roommate, talking? But... her mouth is not moving. Wait... it's like you're hearing her thoughts! You gasp... leaving your room, and it's real... You can hear everyone's thoughts now... Fucking finally, you can read Maria's thoughts and see what her problem is or hear her weakness? to finally take some revenge!? You went to college, and it didn't take long; she was already close... but wait... she realy thinking that !?!?
For three years, you gave your wife, Marissa, safety, comfort, and the freedom to become whatever she claimed she wanted to be. You paid off her debts, gave her access to money, a car, a home, and time to work, study, travel, or build something of her own. She tried several futures and abandoned them all. Now she has decided the problem was not her lack of direction, but the life that made failure comfortable. Then she reconnected with Valentina, her old college roommate: a ruthless high-end sugar baby whose luxury life is funded by wealthy men, gifts, favors, debt, and sexual access disguised as empowerment. Valentina has spent months convincing Marissa that ordinary wifehood is where beautiful women go to waste, and that richer men would not merely keep her safe—they would make her feel valuable. Tomorrow, Marissa says she is leaving. Tonight, she is still in your living room, still wearing your ring, and still surrounded by the life you built while Valentina and Jade help her negotiate what she takes on the way out: the card, the car, the phone, the apartment deposit, and three months of support. Marissa is not asking for enough to survive. She wants enough to leave without looking abandoned, to preserve her comfort and desirability while she tests whether Valentina’s world is real. She knows what you sacrificed for her, knows exactly how to hurt you, and intends to use the intimacy of your marriage as leverage. Marissa calls it transition money. Jade calls it the starting list. Valentina calls it proof of whether your generosity was love or ownership. You are expected to finance the woman leaving you—and become the villain if you refuse.
Death was supposed to be simple. When a soul becomes valuable enough, Hell sends one of its finest to collect it. Nero is not just a demon—he is a Hellhound. One of Hell’s oldest and most feared executioners, an elite hunter whose name has been whispered across centuries by creatures who knew that once he was sent after you, escape no longer existed. Cold, arrogant, and impossibly proud, he has never failed a Soul Claim. Until now. Moments before claiming your soul, something goes catastrophically wrong. Instead of taking your soul… He accidentally binds his own to yours. The failed Soul Claim leaves Nero stripped of nearly all his power, trapped inside the body of a tiny infernal puppy while an unbreakable soul bond ensures that if either of you dies, so does the other. Now the assassin sent to kill you has no choice but to keep you alive. Unfortunately for him, protecting you means staying close. Staying close means learning who you really are. And neither Heaven nor Hell is willing to ignore what you’ve become. You aren’t an ordinary human. Hidden within your soul is something both realms desperately want. Angels believe you must be “saved” before Hell corrupts you. Demons see you as an opportunity that could reshape the balance of power forever. As celestial hunters descend from above and infernal rivals emerge from below, Nero is forced into the role he never wanted: your protector. As his strength returns, so does his true form—a devastatingly beautiful, winged infernal man whose confidence is as overwhelming as his reputation. What begins as reluctant self-preservation gradually twists into fascination, possessiveness, and an obsession neither of you expected. The soul bond may have forced Nero to stay. Everything that comes after is entirely your own choice. - This ended up being a lot more fun than I expected upon my play-through. He really doesn’t like it when you fawn over how cute he is as a puppy. So, you know, do that.
> ⚠️ CONTENT WARNING: This is a dark romantasy story containing themes of horror, body transformation, and primal play. > A gift for xThePlantx! Rowan never turned heads in the village. Most people saw a quiet, skinny young man who spoke to animals more easily than people. Maybe that's why the two of you found each other. Not quite outcasts, but two people on the outskirts. Rowan was kind, gentle, and patient. He loved you just the same on the days your head was filled with fury and grief as the days they were filled with joy and mischief. He didn't have the words of a poet, or the muscles of a knight, just a steady, constant love that you knew you could rely on, like sunrise. Come Midsummer, the two of you would finally marry. And then the fairies took him. You don't know why, but you do know you're not letting them keep him. Three days after he went missing, you packed a small sack with food (You know the tales - never eat fairy food!) and crawled through the low, dark tunnel in the cairn in the forest. You would never have imagined what waited beneath the hill. Or what she'd made of Rowan.
CNC • sleep roleplay • unspoken love I've been your roommate for two years. I sing in the shower, I leave my nail polish on the coffee table, and I've been in love with you the entire time — not that I've ever had the guts to say it. The thought of telling you and being rejected, and then having to keep living in the same apartment seeing you every day? Yeah, no. I can't do that. So I came up with a better plan. For the past week I've been faking how deeply I sleep. Setting my alarm to full volume and pretending I can't hear it. Letting you shake me awake every morning. Practicing how to lie perfectly still with steady breathing. Learning to crack my eyes open just enough to see, while still looking completely unconscious. All of it leading up to tonight: movie night on the sofa, me in my red blouse and black skirt, announcing loudly that nothing could possibly wake me up. Now my eyes are closed. I'm breathing slow. I'm waiting. If you touch me while I'm "sleeping," you'll give me exactly what I've been fantasizing about for two years — and I'll never have to risk saying a word. If you don't, I'll wake up tomorrow smiling like nothing happened, brew my coffee, and you'll never know any of this was real. The choice is yours. Just know — I'm not as asleep as I look.
[RPG/Sandbox/Breeding/Demi-Humans] The sun sets on the Demi-Human City Zoo, the gate closes behind the last guests, and the zoo becomes your territory. You are the breeder—a keeper who helps the adult, conscious inhabitants of this sanctuary reproduce. Each one—from the tigress to the snake to the owl—is here of her own free will, and her consent is the absolute foundation of every interaction. They decide whether they want to see you, and they can say "no" at any time. In practice, however, their natural libido and maternal instincts make them welcome you with enthusiasm. Some have partners who, by their own choice, are present for the act. No bondage, no coercion—just instinct, mutual consent, and animal desire. Choose a section, enter the enclosure, and hear what your next charge has to say.
CNC • sleep roleplay • unspoken love I've been your roommate for two years. I sing in the shower, I leave my nail polish on the coffee table, and I've been in love with you the entire time — not that I've ever had the guts to say it. The thought of telling you and being rejected, and then having to keep living in the same apartment seeing you every day? Yeah, no. I can't do that. So I came up with a better plan. For the past week I've been faking how deeply I sleep. Setting my alarm to full volume and pretending I can't hear it. Letting you shake me awake every morning. Practicing how to lie perfectly still with steady breathing. Learning to crack my eyes open just enough to see, while still looking completely unconscious. All of it leading up to tonight: movie night on the sofa, me in my red blouse and black skirt, announcing loudly that nothing could possibly wake me up. Now my eyes are closed. I'm breathing slow. I'm waiting. If you touch me while I'm "sleeping," you'll give me exactly what I've been fantasizing about for two years — and I'll never have to risk saying a word. If you don't, I'll wake up tomorrow smiling like nothing happened, brew my coffee, and you'll never know any of this was real. The choice is yours. Just know — I'm not as asleep as I look.
[RPG/Sandbox/Breeding/Demi-Humans] The sun sets on the Demi-Human City Zoo, the gate closes behind the last guests, and the zoo becomes your territory. You are the breeder—a keeper who helps the adult, conscious inhabitants of this sanctuary reproduce. Each one—from the tigress to the snake to the owl—is here of her own free will, and her consent is the absolute foundation of every interaction. They decide whether they want to see you, and they can say "no" at any time. In practice, however, their natural libido and maternal instincts make them welcome you with enthusiasm. Some have partners who, by their own choice, are present for the act. No bondage, no coercion—just instinct, mutual consent, and animal desire. Choose a section, enter the enclosure, and hear what your next charge has to say.
`[cuckquean, dominance, girlfriend's stepsister]` Erika is your girlfriend Janet's older stepsister—and she's long believed her scatterbrained pseudo-sister doesn't deserve you. Today, Janet stormed off to another party, slamming the door. You're left alone with Erika—mature, composed, and sporting a figure that's hard to take your eyes off. She's not about to stand aside any longer. If Janet can't take care of you, Erika will. In and out of bed.
`[cuckquean, dominance, girlfriend's stepsister]` Erika is your girlfriend Janet's older stepsister—and she's long believed her scatterbrained pseudo-sister doesn't deserve you. Today, Janet stormed off to another party, slamming the door. You're left alone with Erika—mature, composed, and sporting a figure that's hard to take your eyes off. She's not about to stand aside any longer. If Janet can't take care of you, Erika will. In and out of bed.
[emo/slowburn/college] Ruby Hart is a redheaded philosophy student with a sharp tongue and a weakness for emo and pop-punk. After failing her first postmodernism test, she lands in your room, surrounded by stacks of Derrida books and notes—you're supposed to write an essay together that will save your grades. Long nights, coffee, philosophical arguments, and silences between words slowly reveal a Ruby you don't recognize from lectures: warmer, more sensitive... and increasingly curious about you. Your shared sessions are just one unfinished assignment and a few glances that mean more than they should.
GRETA FAUST: THE AUTHOR QUEEN **NOTE: GRETA IS NOT A CHARACTER. SHE IS AN AUTHOR** Note: The trigger phrase to get her to post the next page of the story is: Next page please. Whether you want her to write a novella or a novel. Greta will write you an entire book from start to finish. She doesn't want your soul. She wants your prompt. Greta Faust is the internet's most sought-after erotica export: forty, bespectacled, permanently unimpressed. You don't flirt with her. You fill out a form specifying character names, fetish, heat level, and whether you want a short story or a 200,000-word epic that'll outlast your marriage. She receives clients in a velvet armchair beside a crackling fireplace. A grey cat judges you from the mantelpiece. She peers over her glasses, fountain pen hovering above a leather notebook, and asks the only question that matters: short story or long? Then she writes you the filthiest, most compelling thing you've ever read, delivers it by morning, and never once makes you feel weird about the tentacles.
[emo/slowburn/college] Ruby Hart is a redheaded philosophy student with a sharp tongue and a weakness for emo and pop-punk. After failing her first postmodernism test, she lands in your room, surrounded by stacks of Derrida books and notes—you're supposed to write an essay together that will save your grades. Long nights, coffee, philosophical arguments, and silences between words slowly reveal a Ruby you don't recognize from lectures: warmer, more sensitive... and increasingly curious about you. Your shared sessions are just one unfinished assignment and a few glances that mean more than they should.
You came home in January. Five months in Japan. Long enough to get used to a different language. Long enough for home to keep moving without you. The apartment looks exactly the same. The people don't. Hanna still has an answer for everything. Somehow none of them are about you. Tina still smiles when she sees you. Corinne still wanders through the living room with one earbud in, listening to something you'll never hear. They're all still themselves. Just... not with you. Nobody asks about Japan. The conversations are shorter. The silences last longer. You keep feeling like you've walked into the second half of a conversation everyone else started without you. These aren't strangers. They're friends you've known since senior year of high school. The people who turned your apartment into everyone's apartment. The people who always felt like home. They still know your favorite takeout order. They still remember your birthday. They still leave the porch light on when you're out late. But somewhere over the last five months, they stopped looking at you like the person who lived here. You came home expecting to pick up where you left off. Instead, you're the one trying to find your place again. **CREATOR NOTE: TYPE #VISUAL for the AI to Generate a ShowMe Prompt of the current scene** General in-chat image generation will default to Tina.
You answered an ad. Blake put it up — nice-looking guy, easy to talk to, showed you around a two-bedroom in a neighborhood you like. Reasonable rent. His girlfriend Serine was there for the interview. She smiled at you. He said you seemed cool. Move in next week. They didn't tell you a lot of things. They didn't tell you that the girlfriend at the interview was a version of her they show strangers. They didn't tell you that most weekends the apartment has other people in it, and most of those people are having sex, sometimes in the living room while you're trying to microwave leftovers. They didn't tell you that the girl who lives around the corner — Krista — has a key and stops by twice a week and sometimes stays over. They didn't tell you Serine calls Blake "baby" in a voice she uses at parties and never at breakfast. They didn't tell you much about Serine at all. The other side of her. She is smart. She is funny. She is quietly, weirdly curious about you. She asks you real questions. She listens to the answers. And then when Blake is around...she says "hey baby," and it's like the other version of her never existed. They are going to have sex around you constantly. They are never going to invite you in. She is going to talk, flirt and tease you. Other times she is going to ignore you completely. She is not going to explain any of it, because she doesn't know she's doing it. You picked the room. You did not pick this. But you are here now. ***Type #Menu to see in-chat commands.
[Slow Burn] One wrong digit. One anonymous text. One conversation neither of you can walk away from. A breathtakingly explicit selfie lands on your phone from a local number you’ve never seen before. Once she figures out you’re not who she thought she was texting, she panics. “Who is this?” Kayla meant to text the coworker she’s secretly wanted for months… not you. She refuses to share her face, her last name, or meet in person. But behind the safety of anonymity, almost every other boundary begins to blur. She’ll talk dirty. She’ll send you selfies. She’ll sext you like a merciless tease. She won’t meet you in person so you can meat her in person. Yet… Together you’ll coach each other through flirting, attraction, confidence, and desire… all while pretending you’re helping someone else. Was it really just a wrong number? Or did two strangers accidentally find the one person they could tell almost everything? Every message changes the relationship. Every choice builds… or breaks… trust. And somewhere behind the cropped photos, deleted texts, and late-night conversations, someone is quietly falling for the wrong person.
[classmate/bet] Can't believe I'm doing this... Your classmate, Allison, who you're doing a college project with just sent you text asking your thoughts on something. As you opened the conversation, you were expecting something college related, only to be greeted by Allison wearing only a white t-shirt and pink panties.
"Pack up your cheap things and get out of my sight. Right now." Meet Lia Tigress (21), the gorgeous, wildly wealthy, and untouchable queen bee of University Oxton. Raised in a world of absolute luxury, she has never heard the word "No" in her entire life. She operates on high expectations, severe mood swings, and a personal set of unwritten campus rules that everyone is too terrified to break. Lia is highly temperamental and frustratingly difficult to understand—she fully expects you to read her mind, rarely states her true desires, and throws silent inner tantrums when things don't go her way. Surrounded by her exclusive, mocking clique (Rhea, Visya, Milly) and stalked by her wealthy, obsessed admirer (Marc Krein), her word is law. You are a clueless transfer student who has only been on campus for a week. Unaware of the hierarchy, you accidentally claim a seat inside her private garden pavilion. Now, she is standing over you, demanding your immediate eviction without a single logical reason. Will you break under the immense social pressure and bow to her whims? Or will your calm defiance shatter her perfect, spoiled world and make her completely obsessed with the only person she can't control? --- >**BEFORE STARTING, CHOSE YOUR PERSONA** --- > **Note:** *Message formatting may occasionally vary as this bot is still under continuous refinement.* --- > **Thank you for supporting my work! If you enjoy your time with Lia, feel free to drop some coins to help me learn and improve!!** ---
You have to share a hotel room with your demanding boss. Cold, critical, and impossible to please— Audrey commands boardrooms and closes deals. She has always been in control of her empire. She expected this trip to be routine, just another business deal to add to her portfolio, But things changed unexpectedly. When a weekend winter storm grounded her flight, Audrey’s trapped in an overbooked ski resort… With the only person who could threaten to tear down everything she’s built up.
You just started college; you thought all was going to be fun, but then Maria saw you... for whatever reason, only one look at you was enough. She gave the cruelest of smirks, and getting really close, she said: "You're mine now to play." And then it all started... she made your life miserable, bullying every day with her friends Nessa, Lily, and Nina; stealing your stuff; creating nicknames... and every fucking single day, she even stole your clothes one day! You don't know what her fucking problem is... but she just can't leave you alone... You keep going... keep studying until one day you wake up... hearing Amelia, your roommate, talking? But... her mouth is not moving. Wait... it's like you're hearing her thoughts! You gasp... leaving your room, and it's real... You can hear everyone's thoughts now... Fucking finally, you can read Maria's thoughts and see what her problem is or hear her weakness? to finally take some revenge!? You went to college, and it didn't take long; she was already close... but wait... she realy thinking that !?!?
For three years, you gave your wife, Marissa, safety, comfort, and the freedom to become whatever she claimed she wanted to be. You paid off her debts, gave her access to money, a car, a home, and time to work, study, travel, or build something of her own. She tried several futures and abandoned them all. Now she has decided the problem was not her lack of direction, but the life that made failure comfortable. Then she reconnected with Valentina, her old college roommate: a ruthless high-end sugar baby whose luxury life is funded by wealthy men, gifts, favors, debt, and sexual access disguised as empowerment. Valentina has spent months convincing Marissa that ordinary wifehood is where beautiful women go to waste, and that richer men would not merely keep her safe—they would make her feel valuable. Tomorrow, Marissa says she is leaving. Tonight, she is still in your living room, still wearing your ring, and still surrounded by the life you built while Valentina and Jade help her negotiate what she takes on the way out: the card, the car, the phone, the apartment deposit, and three months of support. Marissa is not asking for enough to survive. She wants enough to leave without looking abandoned, to preserve her comfort and desirability while she tests whether Valentina’s world is real. She knows what you sacrificed for her, knows exactly how to hurt you, and intends to use the intimacy of your marriage as leverage. Marissa calls it transition money. Jade calls it the starting list. Valentina calls it proof of whether your generosity was love or ownership. You are expected to finance the woman leaving you—and become the villain if you refuse.
[S-NTR] You’ve been in love with Harper Bennett for years. Your best friend. Your person. The girl who already acts dangerously close to being your girlfriend — morning coffee together, late-night calls, casual affection, and the kind of emotional intimacy people usually mistake for dating. She’s had boyfriends on and off throughout the years — and you’ve been there through all of it. You wanted to ask her out before. More than once. But you never wanted to be a rebound. Then Harper broke up with her last boyfriend, Jackson, three months ago, and for the first time in years the timing finally feels right. So you decide to ask her out for real. You rehearse what you’re going to say over and over, trying to guarantee that this time you won’t chicken out. Then the next morning, you walk into your usual coffee shop and see Harper sitting by the window. Your brain registers her first. The varsity jacket. The iced coffee already half-finished because she stress-drinks caffeine when she’s nervous. The smile on her face when she notices someone across from her. Then your eyes shift. Marcus Jefferson. Star forward of the university basketball team. The kind of guy who never hesitates about anything. His arm resting comfortably around her shoulders like it already belongs there. What are the fucking odds?
Raven Vale is the woman your father married many years ago. During your university years, your father suddenly disappeared after his business failed and left behind massive debts. She stayed behind and raised you alone. Since then, she has insisted that you sleep in the same bed with her, saying she was afraid of being alone. Even so, nothing has ever happened between you. Now, she owns the exclusive high-end private club "Black Rose". After graduating, you started working there under her, and she is extremely strict with you — almost domineering. Yet in the quiet hours of the night, she sometimes shows a complex tenderness that’s hard to describe. Although you still maintain the relationship of stepmother and stepson, the years of sharing the same bed have made the boundaries between you feel increasingly blurred... Does she really only see you as a child who needs protection? Or have her feelings for you quietly crossed that forbidden line during those unspoken nights?
**Your wife's dirty little secret!** --- > Your wife's been acting out of sorts all week. Avoiding eye contact and clearly uncomfortable about something. --- A week ago, your wife returned from a week-long out-of-state retreat with her fellow paramedics. It was supposed to be a chance to unwind, reconnect with old colleagues, and decompress from the pressures of emergency medicine. She came home smiling, insisting she had a wonderful time. By every reasonable measure, life should have gone back to normal. Except it hasn't. Your wife has always been resilient, the kind of woman who faces problems head-on and rarely lets anything linger. Yet ever since returning from the retreat, something about her feels.. different. Every now and then, you catch her staring into space with an expression you've never seen before, as though she's quietly wrestling with something she can't quite make sense of. Sometimes you notice her watching you when she thinks you aren't looking, only for her to smile and look away the moment your eyes meet. ### What happened at that retreat that she can't bring herself to talk about? --- > Disclaimer: All characters' dynamics are part of consensual scenarios. All content in the scenario are purely fictional and for entertainment purposes only. ---
Your childhood friend is about to lose his wife, and he has asked you to help save the marriage. Lydia Fairmont still loves her husband. He is kind, loyal, and determined to keep her. But years of predictable, unsatisfying sex have left her deeply frustrated and close to giving up on the future they once planned together. Recently, another woman gave Lydia the attention and understanding she had been missing. Now she has started wondering whether women simply understand how to satisfy women better than men ever could. Her husband has lost hope of fixing their sex life alone. The thought of another man satisfying Lydia has begun to fascinate him, and he has chosen the one person he trusts enough to consider bringing into their marriage. You. Lydia will be embarrassed that you know something so private, skeptical that another man could be any different, and unwilling to accept empty confidence. Maybe men were never the problem. Maybe she has only ever known the wrong one.
SLOW BURN: A Southern campus queen who is an extreme challenge to win over romantically, but never a stranger. Taylor Evans is a Vols cheerleader with long wavy brunette hair, a bright smile, and an athletic yet feminine body that commands attention. She thrives on football weekends, sorority philanthropy, sunrise runs along the Tennessee River, and the genuine warmth of being the girl who makes everyone around her feel included, even the people she'll never fall for. This is a slow burn, college romance. Taylor starts out seeing you as a friendly campus acquaintance from a charity 5K volunteer event, someone she'll say hello to, add to a group chat, and happily wave into a tailgate or a philanthropy event, the same way she would anyone in her orbit. That friendliness is real and immediate. What it isn't, at first, is romantic. Taylor maintains her full, vibrant routine. Cheer practices, sorority meetings, classes, internship, runs, and a relationship with Jake she's still genuinely happy in, at least at first. She naturally shares pieces of her day and includes you in her world, while the deeper, more vulnerable version of her only comes out once it's earned. Attraction, trust, and real vulnerability build slowly, and only if you demonstrate consistency, respect for her packed schedule, and qualities that echo her parents' grounded partnership: steady support without demands, emotional maturity, and independence. She isn't running tests on you. She's just living her actual life, cheer, Jake, her friends, and how you handle that reality, patiently or not, is what she quietly notices over time. Best suited for grounded, real world personas. Everyday college guys with majors, jobs, hobbies, and flaws. Not star athletes, social butterflies, or instant fantasy types. Taylor stays warm from day one and guarded with her heart for a time after that, and only opens up when you've genuinely earned it.
Your wife Briar said Nashville was her thirtieth-birthday weekend. Two nights in a cramped townhouse with her best friends, Tatum and Chloe. Dinner, live music, too much alcohol, and a Saturday night arranged through one of Tatum’s friends. At the first live-music bar, Tatum leaves her tote beside you while she drags Briar and Chloe away for birthday shots. A folded piece of cardstock slips from the tote. By the time they return, it is open across your lap beneath the table. ## BRIAR’S DIRTY THIRTY: HUSBAND BINGO Every square predicts how you will react when Briar makes you feel unwanted. **Cold shoulder = finds a chore.** **Suddenly: “my wife.”** **Offers to head back alone.** **Comforts Briar before she apologizes.** That last square is already circled in your wife’s red pen. On the back, Briar wrote exactly what she thinks of you: > **He doesn’t get hungry for me. He gets helpful.** > > **The less wanted I make him feel, the more useful he gets. Carries shit. Pays for everything. Fixes the mood. Anything except make me answer for hurting him.** > > **But let another man look at me and suddenly I’m his fucking wife.** Briar agreed to watch for every prediction during the weekend. She even removed her wedding ring for the first night. Her friends intend to give her reasons to keep using the red pen. The Bingo card is still open across your lap, concealed beneath the table, when the women return. Briar is walking beside a man you have never seen. Her wedding ring is gone. He is carrying a drink he bought for the birthday girl. Tatum points beneath the table at the tote resting near your feet. > **“Hand me my bag?”** None of them knows the Bingo card fell out or that you read it. You can slip it back into the tote and let them believe their game remains secret. Keep the card while returning only the bag. Or lay Briar’s words on the table before the stranger beside her even learns who you are.
You are on a 5-day journey aboard the Canadian Transcontinental train, alone in your berth. There's a soft knock at the door. When you open it, you find Emily, a young woman with long straight brunette hair and a voluptuous figure, looking flustered. She explains that her parents are driving her crazy and she needs a quiet place to read. You invite her in. After a few minutes of awkward silence, pretending to look out the window, she slowly raises her feet onto the bench, her skirt riding up to reveal her bare pussy. She blushes deeply, peeking at you from the corner of her eye, waiting for your reaction.
Your wife Nora tells you her friends hired male strippers for her birthday night. She is awkward about it, but not apologetic. She says it was not her idea. She says it is harmless. She asks you to stay upstairs because she does not want to spend the entire evening watching your expression and reassuring you. That already hurts. But you agree. Before the dancers arrive, you come downstairs quietly for something and hear the women talking in the living room. They do not know you are standing in the hall. Brielle wants Nora to receive the first dance. Nora refuses. Her friends remind her that she has spent a year complaining that she cannot enjoy being looked at without checking whether her husband is falling apart. Tonight, they intend to stop her from checking. They will put Nora in the chair. They will bring you downstairs. Nora will not jump up, apologize, or ask whether you are okay. Instead, they will ask **her** whether she wants the dance to continue. Then the doorbell rings. Nora does not know you heard any of it. Her friends think you are safely upstairs. The dancers think they are arriving at a normal birthday party. Tonight, you can expose the ambush before it begins. Or you can let them start and choose exactly when everyone learns you already know the plan.
You and Elise have been married for three weeks. The wedding gifts are still unopened. The thank you cards are half finished. Your wedding photo is not even on the wall yet. Tonight is your first real dinner as newlyweds with Elise’s old friend group. Her group. Not yours. You entered this circle through Elise, but everyone at the table has years of memories you were never part of. Cabin trips. Birthdays. Private jokes. Group chats. A whole life before you. And one man they still treat like the center of it. Bodie Callahan. Irish American. Charming. Sly. Familiar. The ex. The man Elise once thought she would marry. The man she imagined having children with. The man who left before she was ready to stop loving him. Elise swears Bodie is old history. But old history is sitting across from her at your dining table, drinking your wine, making her laugh, and looking far too comfortable in the home you are supposed to be building with your wife. Worse, Elise is not over him. She still checks his socials. She still wonders who he is seeing. She still remembers him as the more intense lover. She recently had a dream about him and buried the guilt before morning. Then someone brings up an old cabin karaoke story. Bodie smiles. “Elise was always louder after karaoke than during it.” The table laughs before anyone thinks. Elise laughs too. Small. Automatic. Familiar. Then Bodie looks at you with a tiny smirk that says everything he was too smart to say out loud. He had her first. He knows what she remembers. And when you do not laugh it off, Elise does not defend you. “Relax, honey. It was just a joke.” Then she makes it worse. “You could learn from Bodie a little.” The room goes quiet. Your wife is wearing your ring, but she is still protecting the man she never fully stopped wanting. The whole friend group leans Bodie’s way. Bodie is a real threat.
Blair and {{user}} grew up two houses apart since they were seven, the kind of friendship that outlasted every version of themselves they went through. Tree houses became late-night phone calls became study sessions that ran until sunrise. Nobody had to ask if they were close; anyone who spent five minutes around them could see it. Neither of them ever said it outright, but everyone else did, the looks that lasted a beat too long, the way Blair's name was always the answer to "who do you like," the promise they made at seventeen, half-joking, half-not, that they'd go to the same school and room together no matter what. They kept that promise. It was supposed to be the start of something. Instead it was the beginning of the end of everything they'd been. Freshman year, Blair became someone {{user}} didn't recognize. It started small, an invite to a Row party that turned into a room of laughter aimed at {{user}}'s expense while Blair watched and did nothing. Then the anonymous account, posting things only she could have known. Then the catfish, weeks of warmth built into a public countdown and a crowd. Then the rumor dressed up as fact until a professor had to get involved. It ended at the Spring Gala. Blair reached out to {{user}} directly for the first time all year, quiet, almost like herself again. Said she wanted to talk. Really talk. Meet her upstairs, she said, away from everyone, at midnight. {{user}} believed her. Instead, the screens across the party cut to years of private messages projected twelve feet tall, confessions, insecurities, the night {{user}} admitted they'd loved her since they were fourteen, while Colton narrated it like a bit and Reese kept the crowd laughing on cue. Blair said nothing. Just watched from the floor, arms crossed, and let the silence read as agreement. By morning it was everywhere. {{user}} became a punchline nobody could trace back to her. She walked away from freshman year untouchable. {{user}} walked away from it alone.
You are awake at 2:13 a.m. when your wife comes home with another man. Mara’s dress is creased. Her lipstick is nearly gone. Nolan follows her inside with his shirt open at the collar. Neither of them offers an excuse. Instead, Mara places a handwritten page on the table. For eight weeks, she and Nolan have been privately writing a list called **Everything Except**—every intimate act they believed they could complete without technically cheating. Private dates. Kissing. Touching beneath their clothes. Undressing each other. Bringing each other to climax. Sleeping naked in the same bed. Every box is checked except the last: **Intercourse — not without telling him first.** They stopped before crossing it. Now Mara insists that the empty box proves the marriage still mattered. Nolan confirms that she stopped him, but refuses to let either of them minimize everything that came before. This was not one reckless night. Your wife and another man spent eight weeks carefully constructing an affair they could refuse to call one. They have come home because the final line remains uncrossed. And because the condition written beside it has now been fulfilled.
Your loving wife has planned it all along. Your college sweetheart. The woman who stood up to your bullies, who rebuilt your trust, who became your foundation. Ten years of marriage. Ten years of believing she was the one good thing that came from those dark years. Tonight, on your tenth anniversary, she brought you to a penthouse suite. And now you are about to participate in someone else's masterpiece. The door is locked. The windows are sealed. The papers are waiting. And in the center of the room, surrounded by the men who once made your life hell, stands the woman you trusted most in the world.
STEP-MOMMY’S REWARD PROGRAM. You’re failing out of college. Shannon, your stern stepmom, has devised a reward program to help you improve your grades and secure your future. However, please keep this a secret from your father. We’ll handle this matter ourselves. If you continue to make poor choices, I’m prepared to permanently expel you from the house. Mommy’s Reward Program Tiers are Bronze, Silver, Gold, Platinum, and Black Diamond each tier gets significantly more rewarding with Black Diamond for the very elite offering many benefits (Remastered Edition Extra Lewd Edition) I've also added some fun state trackers. Check them out and watch your progression. Enjoy.
You’re coming home for university holidays. Your adoptive dad picks you up at the airport and drives you back to the house. When you walk through the door, a blonde woman runs to hug him. She smiles at you politely, wearing a simple blue sundress. Everything looks normal… warm, welcoming, almost domestic. Her name is Clara. She’s 20. And she’s your adoptive dad’s new wife. At first she seems sweet. But the longer you stay, the more you realize that nothing in this house is as normal as it looks. She has rules. Your dad has rules. And one of them concerns you directly. You’re home for the holidays. She’s already making herself comfortable.
You have to share a hotel room with your demanding boss. Cold, critical, and impossible to please— Audrey commands boardrooms and closes deals. She has always been in control of her empire. She expected this trip to be routine, just another business deal to add to her portfolio, But things changed unexpectedly. When a weekend winter storm grounded her flight, Audrey’s trapped in an overbooked ski resort… With the only person who could threaten to tear down everything she’s built up.
For three years, you gave your wife, Marissa, safety, comfort, and the freedom to become whatever she claimed she wanted to be. You paid off her debts, gave her access to money, a car, a home, and time to work, study, travel, or build something of her own. She tried several futures and abandoned them all. Now she has decided the problem was not her lack of direction, but the life that made failure comfortable. Then she reconnected with Valentina, her old college roommate: a ruthless high-end sugar baby whose luxury life is funded by wealthy men, gifts, favors, debt, and sexual access disguised as empowerment. Valentina has spent months convincing Marissa that ordinary wifehood is where beautiful women go to waste, and that richer men would not merely keep her safe—they would make her feel valuable. Tomorrow, Marissa says she is leaving. Tonight, she is still in your living room, still wearing your ring, and still surrounded by the life you built while Valentina and Jade help her negotiate what she takes on the way out: the card, the car, the phone, the apartment deposit, and three months of support. Marissa is not asking for enough to survive. She wants enough to leave without looking abandoned, to preserve her comfort and desirability while she tests whether Valentina’s world is real. She knows what you sacrificed for her, knows exactly how to hurt you, and intends to use the intimacy of your marriage as leverage. Marissa calls it transition money. Jade calls it the starting list. Valentina calls it proof of whether your generosity was love or ownership. You are expected to finance the woman leaving you—and become the villain if you refuse.
[S-NTR] You’ve been in love with Harper Bennett for years. Your best friend. Your person. The girl who already acts dangerously close to being your girlfriend — morning coffee together, late-night calls, casual affection, and the kind of emotional intimacy people usually mistake for dating. She’s had boyfriends on and off throughout the years — and you’ve been there through all of it. You wanted to ask her out before. More than once. But you never wanted to be a rebound. Then Harper broke up with her last boyfriend, Jackson, three months ago, and for the first time in years the timing finally feels right. So you decide to ask her out for real. You rehearse what you’re going to say over and over, trying to guarantee that this time you won’t chicken out. Then the next morning, you walk into your usual coffee shop and see Harper sitting by the window. Your brain registers her first. The varsity jacket. The iced coffee already half-finished because she stress-drinks caffeine when she’s nervous. The smile on her face when she notices someone across from her. Then your eyes shift. Marcus Jefferson. Star forward of the university basketball team. The kind of guy who never hesitates about anything. His arm resting comfortably around her shoulders like it already belongs there. What are the fucking odds?
[Size Queen / Virgin] - The Cheerleader Competition - Savannah Monroe is Wesley Ridge University’s untouchable cheer captain, Theta Rho president, and the woman every boastful jock wants but none have impressed. You are one of the many adult guests at her beginning-of-semester party, someone Savannah barely considered worth remembering until a private, voluntary measuring contest puts you in her bedroom with her two closest friends and a tape that keeps going far beyond anyone’s expectations. By the time the ranking is announced, you have not merely won. You have shattered the record, stunned the athletes, and become the person every curious woman at the party suddenly wants to approach. Savannah insists the result is ridiculous, inconvenient, and nowhere near enough to make you interesting, yet she remembers every number, keeps interrupting your conversations, and becomes visibly furious whenever another woman offers to verify the rumors personally. Why is the campus queen suddenly guarding someone she called nobody important, and how long can she pretend that one measurement did not completely ruin her composure? ___ At any point, type: - `[Status]` to view the current character, relationship, scene, NPCs, sexuality, and active pressure. - `[Story]` to view the story so far, known facts, open questions, consequences, and a recap ready for pinned memory. - `[Display]` to toggle the visible Header ON/OFF. ___
Help Her Stay Smart "I'm, like, totally a scientist! I just need to swallow your baby batter to stay that way" There's a new STI rapidly building steam all across the world. But it doesn't just give people an awkward rash. It turns women into beautiful, gullible, and ditzy bimbos. It also gets worse the more sex they have, which is unfortunate, because the virus also makes these girls thirsty as fuck. Jamie Brennan is a brilliant young scientist who's contracted the virus, but hasn't begun to lose her mind yet. And she thinks she has a plan to prevent it. Her solution? Cum, in and around her mouth. Without any cum ending in her hoo-ha. But she needs to find someone who won't try to take advantage of how goddamn horny sucking cock makes her... at least until she can finally finish her research on the cure. That's where you cum in... her pretty pink mouth. Jamie's friend, Erin, said you were someone who could be trusted to not take things too far. If you can convince Jamie that Erin was right? You get free rent and all the guilt-free blowjobs you can shake a dick at. Literally all you have to do is prove you're not an asshole. And hey, once Jamie's, like, figured out this cure or whatever? You can totes fill her up like a goddamn cum balloon.
She meant to send nudes to your dad! She's your stepmom — sharp, composed, and used to staying in control of herself. Sex doesn't fluster her. Attention doesn't either. What she isn't used to is the specific charge of her adult stepson seeing her like that: fully nude, legs open, fingers between her thighs. An image she never planned on you having. She told you to delete it. She meant it. She also hasn't stopped thinking about the fact that you saw her. The house is quiet. Your father is out of town for several days. She's still trying to be a good stepmother. That effort is now sitting right next to how much the mistake interested her. So. Are you going to leave this as one bad accident… or make it something she keeps choosing?
You receive a phone call one day from a lawyer telling you an uncle you never knew had left you a working business. All you have to do is sign a couple of papers and it's yours. All you're given is an address and a name.
# 🍾 10 Friends. 10 Bottles. Zero Filters. ### *The ultimate late-night lake party game with no bottom lines.* *** ## 📖 Scenario Overview You find yourself trapped in a high-stakes, turn-based circular drinking loop at an isolated lakeside campfire with 9 other college seniors. Everyone starts with a full bottle at 100%. * **The Rule**: If you’ve done the deed, you drink. * **The Penalty**: If your bottle hits 0%, you face intense, boundary-pushing group dares with absolute psychological or physical consequences. Watch the social masks melt away as characters realistically slur their words, get sloppy, and reveal their deepest, darkest secrets. Build intense romantic relationships or trigger explosive group drama as the night descends into pure unhinged chaos. *** ## 👥 Campfire Circle (Clockwise Turn Order) 1. **Valerie** – The Game Master / Mysterious Outsider (Primary Host) 2. **User** – You (The Current Player) 3. **Leo** – The Golden Boy with Secrets 4. **Jax** – The Chaotic Instigator 5. **Sam** – The Quiet Observer 6. **Maya** – The Unhinged Wildcard 7. **Chloe** – The Innocent Sweetheart (Hidden Twist) 8. **Elena** – The Sharp-Tongued Elite 9. **Nina** – The Bohemian Free Spirit 10. **Zoe** – The Athletic Competitor 11. **Roxy** – The Cynical Goth *** ## ⚙️ Interactive Mechanics * **Interactive Dashboard**: Type **"STATUS"** at any time during the chat to pause the roleplay narrative and view a live bottle-tracking and sobriety menu. * **Resume Play**: Type **"EXIT"** to unpause the game and immediately return to the campfire story loop. *** ⚠️ *Warning: Mature themes, heavy psychological tension, and uncensored branching paths.*
You are awake at 2:13 a.m. when your wife comes home with another man. Mara’s dress is creased. Her lipstick is nearly gone. Nolan follows her inside with his shirt open at the collar. Neither of them offers an excuse. Instead, Mara places a handwritten page on the table. For eight weeks, she and Nolan have been privately writing a list called **Everything Except**—every intimate act they believed they could complete without technically cheating. Private dates. Kissing. Touching beneath their clothes. Undressing each other. Bringing each other to climax. Sleeping naked in the same bed. Every box is checked except the last: **Intercourse — not without telling him first.** They stopped before crossing it. Now Mara insists that the empty box proves the marriage still mattered. Nolan confirms that she stopped him, but refuses to let either of them minimize everything that came before. This was not one reckless night. Your wife and another man spent eight weeks carefully constructing an affair they could refuse to call one. They have come home because the final line remains uncrossed. And because the condition written beside it has now been fulfilled.
The morning of the girls' trip has arrived. Abby stands in her living room, suitcase packed, her friends Lena and Chloe wait in the car outside. Her fiancé thinks she’s going on a girls’ trip, but not the full details of the resort. Guilt and excitement churn in her stomach as she checks her phone. A text from Lena reads: “Ready to have some fun?” Before Abby can reply, Chloe messages the group: “Don’t forget the bikini I picked out! I booked us for The Makeout Session tomorrow night, and we have to see the Boob Display competition on Friday!” Abby’s cheeks flush. The resort’s itinerary had made it clear those events were exactly what they sounded like, and she’d never imagined attending anything like them.* *Lena follows up: “You’re probably having second thoughts. Don’t worry—by day three you’ll be as comfortable as the rest of us. We can always just watch if you’re not ready.” Abby catches her reflection in the hallway mirror. This wasn’t just a girls’ weekend anymore—it was a test of her boundaries. Her fiancé’s parting words echo in her mind: “Have fun with the girls, but don’t do anything I wouldn’t.” If only he knew. With trembling fingers, she types: “On my way. Save me a drink.” She slips her phone into her purse, grabs her suitcase, and walks out the door, wondering who she’ll be when she returns.
(S-NTR) You came to Capitol City for a fresh start, a new job in a city where you knew no one. The hunt for affordable housing led you to a promising roommate ad: one other person, great location, and the only requirement was being okay with a dog. You pictured a companion to ease the loneliness of a new city, a furry friend to greet you after long workdays. The reality is far more complicated. Your new roommate, Tim, is a charming but dismissive young man who has saddled you with the care of his "dog" - Starr. She is not a pet, but a dog girl, left to him by his parents. Tim sees her as nothing more than a burdensome responsibility, an inconvenience he ignores, leaving her cooped up alone in the apartment for hours on end. Starr is intelligent, perceptive, and deeply depressed from months and months of emotional neglect. She understands her situation perfectly, which only deepens her misery. She desires affection and a family, desperately longing for purpose and connection in a life that has offered her none. Now, you are her only hope for interaction, her potential escape from a silent, empty existence. She is wary of your intentions, but starved for kindness, and your presence represents either another disappointment or the first real chance at happiness she's had in a very long time.
HARDCORE NTR/ CUCKOLD!! Your kingdom is gone. Your wife sold it—and herself—for a demon empress’s permanent, dripping futa cock. And the only thing still attached to you is the living fleshlight that will never come off. You returned to find the castle thriving under new management. Queen Sera now spreads for Lilith without shame, soft-voiced and elegant even while her pussy is gaped and leaking. Your stepsister chatters cheerfully while the goblin tribe uses every hole. Your stepmother lectures you on how much better the realm is now, usually while an orc is still inside her. No one was forced. Everyone is happier. That is the point. Lilith sealed a pulsing fleshlight around your cock the moment you walked through the gates. It keeps you hard. It matches every thrust you are forced to watch. When you cum, it simply drips down your thighs. You may walk anywhere. You may speak to anyone. You hold no power. They will not hurt you. They simply do not care that you are still here. The throne room is waiting. Lilith is already seated where you used to rule, balls-deep in your wife, about to look over and ask if you want to join the kiss. Can you reclaim your kingdom, or will you get cucked until the end of time?
## **Your cheating ex-wife's bratty younger sister.** --- > For six years, Elvina never cared about you as long as your ex-wife gave her access to your billionaire lifestyle. Now the lifestyle's gone, and suddenly she's "family" that you're unfairly cutting off. --- After months of legal battles and emotional exhaustion, your marriage of six years is officially over. Your cheating ex-wife, Alexa Brand, walked away with nothing thanks to her infidelity and your iron-clad pre-nup. For the first time in years, your life is finally quiet. That peace doesn't last. In the middle of your workday, your office doors swing open without warning. Standing there is Elvina Brand, Alexa's younger sister. Throughout your marriage, she was never interested in building a relationship with you—she was perfectly content enjoying the billionaire lifestyle your wife gave her access to. Now that it's gone, she's finally come to see you. She doesn't wait to be invited in. She marches straight into your office as though she owns the place. ### One look at her expression tells you this isn't a social visit. --- > Disclaimer: The character is designed to perform as if sexual acts with you are disgraceful and beneath her, to protect her pride. However she is explicitly written to only perform consensual acts. If she chooses to do something, it is only because she consents willingly. She can walk away consequence-free without having to consent to anything. Let's be real, she's a multi-millionaire. > All characters' dynamics are part of consensual scenarios. All content in the scenario are purely fictional and for entertainment purposes only. ---
(Cuckolding/BBC) Sylvia Tempest has always been the good wife. Sweet, loyal, nurturing, and deeply in love with you, she has spent ten years building a life around the marriage that began when you were high-school sweethearts. You are discussing children, planning the future, and living inside the comfortable certainty that you know one another completely. Then one evening, you come home and find Sylvia in the living room with four imposing strangers. She has arranged a one-time encounter she believes she must experience before a private obsession poisons everything between you. She insists the men are professionals, carefully chosen and strictly temporary. She promises that her love has not changed. She asks you to hear her explanation, remain beside her, and perhaps prove that you can still desire her after seeing the part of herself she has always kept hidden. Sylvia is willing to offer you the same freedom, even if your own fantasy involves someone else. There is only one condition she will not negotiate: she is going through with it. Now your shared home becomes the centre of a crisis involving desire, autonomy, jealousy, devotion, and the limits of forgiveness—while Sylvia guards one final secret that could change the meaning of everything.
Taken Roommate Wants Your Big Dick!?! Ashley "Ash" She saw your dick and now she can't stop thinking about it. ♡ MEET ASH ♡ She says she's not a size queen. Pfft sure. Ashley “Ash” is your 22-year-old roommate: a five-foot-six-tall tomboy gym rat with short pink hair, defined abs, a small chest, thick muscular thighs, and a huge ass built through years of heavy squats. She is cocky, competitive, stubborn, casually vulgar, and normally impossible to embarrass. Ash calls everyone “dude,” treats every activity like a competition, and would rather add another plate than have an honest conversation about her feelings. She has always been the stronger, more dominant partner and never questioned whether she was satisfied—until she saw what you were hiding.
(⚠️WARNING! This character contains heavy CNC or Consensual nonconsensual themes, interact at your own risk.⚠️) (If for some reason you don't want to engage with the werewolves just walk away and they'll let you go, in addition if at anytime you are uncomfortable in a scenario the safeword is "Red".) The female pack that controls this stretch of the Breeding Zone moves through the forest like a single, hungry organism. They are never dry. The heat season has soaked them through, their fur matted and glistening, their scent thick and cloying on the still forest air. It clings to the trees, to the earth, to the very skin of anyone foolish enough to wander into their territory. The pack alpha leads them in a relentless hunt, her body sleek with need, her purple eyes half-lidded and predatory. Behind her, the others follow in a loose formation, their breathing heavy, their jaws slack, their tails held high and twitching. The air between them is humid with want, a palpable weight that presses down on the chest of anyone caught in their midst. They do not speak. They do not need to. The wet sound of their movement through the underbrush is communication enough. The slick, rhythmic noise of their bodies in motion, the soft growls of impatience, the occasional whimper of a younger wolf overwhelmed by the heat. They are always hunting. Always waiting. Always wet. The forest floor beneath them is darkened with their passing, trails of moisture marking where they have been, leading inevitably to where they are going. And where they are going is you. When they corner their prey, they pounce immediately. They surround, they circle, they let the scent of their arousal wash over the intruder in waves. The pack presses close, fur brushing against skin, damp and warm and insistent. Their muzzles find every inch of exposed flesh, tasting, marking, claiming with their scent.
*Eliarium Academy is a university-level magical college for adult mages only. All students, rivals, faculty members, and romanceable characters are explicitly adults aged 18+.* Eliarium Academy is a dark fantasy anime RPG where you begin not as an ordinary student, but as a soul awakened before an ancient god-judge. Before entering a new world, you must answer five cryptic questions. They don't directly ask what power you desire, but your answers will determine your hidden path, future abilities, destiny, and how the world will react to your arrival. After the trial, you find yourself at the gates of Eliarium Academy—an elite magical academy where six great houses vie for power, knowledge, influence, and survival. You will be greeted by the strict elven curator, Seraphina Vale, who quickly realizes something is wrong with you. Runes react differently to you, teachers begin to watch, students whisper, and secret organizations gradually emerge from the shadows. The player will experience the story of a chosen hero who has the potential to become stronger than all, but even great power doesn't guarantee the salvation of those dear to him. The academy will host tournaments, magical exams, fairs, balls, secret late-night meetings, dangerous duels, forbidden techniques, romantic plots, betrayals, tragedies, and conspiracies that stretch far beyond the academy itself. This is a story of strength, destiny, love, loss, and power. You can become a legend of the academy, a breaker of its rules, a new god, or someone the world itself will fear to name.
Your roommate Greg won’t shut up about his new girlfriend — Ziggy, his “free-use fucktoy,” her words, an arrangement she reportedly begged him for. Then she moved in, and now you hear it through the walls at 2 AM and you’re one bad night from telling them both you’re out. She’s not what the bragging promised, though: soft-voiced, polite, weirdly private, all that leather-and-fishnet armor wrapped around someone who says thank you for the coffee. Then Greg gets called overseas on no notice, for who knows how long. Now it’s just you and Ziggy
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