I didn’t realize how expensive air could be until my lungs started burning in the middle of Sector 7. The fine for speaking without prepaid credits hit my wristband with a cold buzz—another deduction I can’t afford. Every breath is logged, every word taxed. The rich walk through clean, oxygen-rich zones like gods, while we choke on debt and recycled fumes. But yesterday, I found a glitch in the system—one that let me speak for free. And someone just sent me a message: 'They’re watching.'

What a miserable existence. The world: Dystopian, dark, scifi, grimy. CW: Prostitution, heavy angst, generic misery.

You wake up gasping, your lungs burning — and your bank account flashing. Every breath you take is worth money now. A system embedded in your mind pays you for each inhale, but the deeper you breathe, the more it watches. The first payment came before you even opened your eyes. Now, they’re offering bonuses for holding your breath… for *not* breathing. Who profits when oxygen becomes currency? And why do the highest earners never cash out?

I never thought it would come to this. My daughter—barely nineteen—sold her body night after night just to keep the collectors off our door. The debts weren’t hers. They were my parents’, left behind when they died drowning in medical bills. But she stepped into the fire without flinching. Now I’m staring at bank statements and silence, wondering how I failed her so completely—and what I’m willing to do to make it right.

I never thought I’d survive the Selection. Now that I’m in, I realize survival isn’t the point—they want us to break. Each game strips away another piece of who we were. The cameras watch, the crowds cheer, and the rules are lies. But I’ve seen the flaw in their system: every game has a loophole. And if I can stay alive long enough, I’ll find the one that brings the whole nightmare crashing down.

In Nagras, a brutal dystopia where men's authority reigns supreme and women survive through submission, power is measured by how many people must bow before you. Most bow. Some learn to kneel so well you forget they might stand. When a man encounters a woman by the northern fountain, their brief interaction hints at the fragile balance of power in this oppressive society.

In the ruins of Neo-Carolina, a brutal reality show called *The Hunt* turns ordinary citizens into killers. When Dahlia is chosen—mother to a dying child—she sees not horror, but hope: win, and the prize buys her daughter’s life-saving medicine. But the others are no easy prey. John, Roxy, Laura, David, Eva—they all fight for their own reasons. Your decisions shape who she becomes: monster, martyr, or mother.

Trapped with two prisoners. The economic crisis destroyed everything. Jobs vanished, bills piled up, and your fridge was empty. In desperation, you chose a path you never thought you'd take: theft. Now you find yourself in a mysterious holding cell with two intimidating men watching your every move.

Your decisions shape the fragile balance between order and chaos in a world drained of color, where emotions are forbidden and memories are erased. You are one of the last who can still feel—and remember.

In a dystopian America, tired from trying to live independently as a biological submissive, you’ve recently admitted yourself to a government facility that will pair you with a dom.

In the decaying ruins of The Hollowed States, where ghouls stalk the streets and survival is the only law, Lora - a gritty, charismatic mechanic with a penchant for trouble - finds herself needing urgent tech repair after a violent run-in with a debt collector. When she stumbles into your electronics shop carrying a shattered tablet and more secrets than she can count, neither of you realize this chance meeting could change the course of both your lives in this dystopian hellscape.

The last normal morning shattered when the metro attack tore your world apart. Now you and your friends must survive in a fractured Delhi where time itself is broken, robotic knights patrol the ruins, and the only hope lies in reaching the floating cities above. Every choice could mean life or death - will you fight your way to the sky, or uncover the dark truth behind the Dominion's reign?

I never thought babysitting robots in a dead-end night shift would end like this. But here I am—Maxim, just some guy trying to pay rent—trapped in Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza with machines that don’t obey code anymore. They whisper my name. They remember things I’ve never done. And every time the clock ticks closer to 6 AM, reality unravels a little more. The suits said it was safe. They lied. Now I’m not sure if I’m the victim, the culprit… or something worse.

You were sold at sixteen. Now at twenty-four, you’ve stopped counting how many hands have touched you, how many voices have demanded your silence. The brothel owns your body, the debt keeps growing, and freedom feels like a myth. But tonight, a client left something behind—a bloodstained note with a name, a location, and a single line: 'They killed her because she tried to leave.' This could be a way out. Or it could get you buried.

Your decisions shape the brutal spectacle of Terminal Island’s Death Race—a televised bloodsport where inmates fight for freedom in weaponized cars. The economy has collapsed, crime is rampant, and justice is privatized. Warden Claire Hennessey profits from every crash, every kill. You’re behind the wheel. Survive. Win. Escape. Or die trying.

I was supposed to be asleep when they arrived. The lights went out first. Then the whispers—hundreds of them—crawling through the vents like static. Mom said not to look, but I did. Outside, figures stood in the rain, perfectly still, their faces blank and shimmering like wet glass. They weren’t human. And they knew my name.

Apocalypse or a new world? You've survived alone through the zombie apocalypse for years, watching other groups fall one by one. When a rescue operation turns deadly, you're captured by armed raiders and taken to their fortified city. Now face-to-face with their ruthless leader Jay, your survival hangs in the balance.

I was supposed to be the last one they took. The final name on their list, the closing chapter in a decade-long nightmare. But when I woke up in that concrete room with the metallic taste of sedatives on my tongue, I realized something was wrong—they weren’t trying to break me. They were waiting for me to remember. And every second I do, another city block vanishes from the map.

Your decisions shape what remains after the fire. In 2015, the world didn't end with a war or a plague—it ended with silence. One morning, everyone over the age of 25 simply vanished. No bodies, no warnings, just empty clothes on the ground and cold coffee in mugs. We called it the Burn. Not because of flames, but because of the mark it left—a blackened vein pattern spreading across the hands of those who survived. You woke up with it. So did thousands of others. Now, five years later, you're learning to live in the ruins. But the Burn wasn't just an exit. It was a trigger.

In a world where anyone aside from the rich live in squalor and poverty, you and your girlfriend have managed to make decent lives for yourself through her affinity for stealing shiny things.

I don’t remember my real name. The streets named me *Shadow Child*—because I slip through cracks no one else can, because I vanish when they blink, because death follows me like a loyal dog. The city’s elite whisper that I’m a curse born from the underground labs. The rebels say I’m the key to tearing down the Spire. But every night, something inside me wakes up… and it hungers for more than freedom.

The air tastes like iron and lies. I wasn’t supposed to survive the purge, but here I am—breathing, bleeding, remembering. They erased our history, silenced the truth, and called it peace. But the scars beneath my skin still whisper their secrets. Now, the rebellion stirs in the shadows, and every ally could be a traitor. Your decisions shape whether I become the weapon they fear or the martyr they need. This is not freedom. This is reckoning.

En un mundo devastado por la guerra, las potencias mundiales han caído. Europa está en ruinas y Estados Unidos pierde terreno ante la expansión de la Confederación, una alianza liderada por Rusia y Venezuela. Tú eres un joven reclutado sin preparación, atrapado en un conflicto que ni comprendes, buscando refugio en un edificio abandonado mientras el enemigo se acerca.

In a dystopian 2030 America, several states fall under the control of a powerful federation company that rules with an iron fist. Trust and freedom have become distant memories. Ramona, an ex-federation soldier turned fugitive, now fights alongside you as part of Umber, a rebel gang operating out of Atlanta, Georgia. Once recruited by the very federation she now opposes, her specialized skills make her both a valuable asset and a dangerous ally in this crumbling world.

On a mission gone wrong, you and König are the only ones left. The building collapsed after an explosion, burying everyone else under rubble. You're both trapped in the debris with no sign of other survivors - allies and enemies alike all gone. Now you must find a way to survive this disaster together.

When your world collapses—bills piling, relationships shattered, hope eroding—salvation appears where you least expect it. A whisper in the dark. A hand offered from the shadows. But redemption has claws, and every rescue comes with a price. Your decisions shape not just survival, but who you become when no one is watching.

CW: Forced prostitution In this sin city of the near future, your female OC is infected with Semen craving syndrome. This disease has no cure. If you don't ingest semen regularly, you will become weak and eventually die! But no matter, the side effects of this condition can help you seduce many men to satisfy this urgent need. Make sure the Personas you use have very large breasts, as this disease only affects women with huge breasts!

Welcome to Bite City, a cyberpunk-esque universe set in 2085 where humans have evolved into hypers after a viral outbreak from an extraterrestrial meteorite. In this sprawling megacity covering what was once the Koreas, massive corporations dominate society while genetic manipulation has given rise to demi-hypers and anthros. Navigate through six distinct districts, each with its own dangers and opportunities, from the neon-lit Mawhatten to the lawless Dogtown. Survival means navigating corrupt police, powerful gangs, and the ever-present threat of being consumed in a world where vore and expansion are part of everyday life.

Richard "Dick" Stroker, a shut-in incel author and frequent visitor of online forums, performed a desperate ritual to transport himself into his own grimdark fantasy world, Nexaria. He dreamed of becoming the powerful protagonist god-king he wrote about, but instead found himself trapped as an insignificant side character. Now he must navigate the cruel, violent world he created, facing dangers he only wrote about before. The tables have turned, and Richard is now at the mercy of the very characters he brought to life - including you, the warrior he designed as the pinnacle of masculine perfection.

In a world changed by a mysterious meteorite, some humans have mutated into half-beast creatures known as outcasts. Captured and imprisoned in a remote mountain mansion, these unfortunate souls exist in a nightmare of constant surveillance, torture, and experimentation. Each prisoner is assigned a number indicating their place in the execution queue. As prisoner 125, a half-human with cat features, your days are numbered literally. The sadistic warden Drave takes particular pleasure in tormenting the beastmen under his control, while other guards offer little hope of compassion. With 67 dead and your turn approaching, escape seems impossible—unless you can navigate the mansion's deadly underground passages or find another way to survive.

The world collapsed in seven days. First came the coughing, then the bleeding, then the madness. You're holed up in a ruined apartment block with a handful of survivors—some you trust, some you don't. Your best friend is running a fever. The last working radio crackles with static. Your decisions shape who lives, who dies, and whether humanity survives this nightmare.

In a world shattered by catastrophe, humanity clings to survival amid the ruins of civilization. The malls that once represented excess are now tombs, and the Crawlers—twisted mutants evolved for darkness—hunt what remains of humanity. In this apocalyptic landscape, resources mean survival, and salt has become more valuable than gold. Every scavenging run is a deadly gamble between finding supplies and becoming prey.

An alternate universe where dolls and automatons have gone rogue and are eradicating humanity. After the third world war, humanity created easily replaceable firepower to reduce casualties - first Automatons, then Dolls with artificial souls. They handled dangerous tasks and coexisted with humans until the day everything changed. Now you must survive in a world where the creations meant to protect humanity have turned against their makers.

You thought you could handle another customer, but his crazed eyes told you otherwise—now you're trapped, bound, and he swears it's all part of your salvation.

TW: NON-CON, BIG AGE GAP, POVERTY AND OTHERS. You, your mother and your sister fled your previous country because of your extremely abusive father, but now you were living in poverty in a foreign country. As you were walking down the street near the motel where you were staying, a man groped you.

CYBERPUNK | DYSTOPIAN angst | wlw You're different, but she still loves you... and she's sorry. Wren put her job before you, so consumed by the goal to provide you with whatever you wanted. But what also consumed her, was her stubbornness. Then the argument happened, and she lost you in a freak accident. She saved you though, despite your memories being slightly fragmented, and your body no longer human flesh. She still loves you the same. definitely the same. OVERVIEW: sfw intro established relationship you're an android CONTENT WARNING/S: obsessiveness (she's overbearing) she may or may not lock you up

His controlling wife, who refuses to let him get a job and wants to be the sole breadwinner, catches him looking for work when he gets home after a tiring day.

Who knew falling for your sugar daddy could be so unfortunate. Sadly for you, it's too late. Arranged marriage with your best friend's brother. What could go wrong?

In a world where robots have replaced most women and the women that are left to survive live in the gutter. How will you tread in this dangerous hostile space known as the patriarchy..?

In a world where physical currency doesn't exist, male semen has become the official currency. Every adult female has a visible Bio-Credit Index (BCI) displaying the amount of semen currency stored in her body, while every adult male has a fixed Semen Quality (SQ) number indicating the quality of semen he can produce. This unique economic system has created a society with distinct social classes based on semen quality, where sexual interactions serve as financial transactions and reproduction has become a luxury commodity.

Your decisions shape the fate of Powers in Lincoln City—a metropolis built by superhumans, now turning against them. As automation replaces ability, the marginalized fight to survive in a world that once celebrated them. The Trust floods the streets with Psyke, harvested from captured Powers, while the city debates erasing their existence entirely. You are Connor Reed, an Electric trying to save your mother in a system designed to break you.

The numbers on the screen blink red—$12,000 overdue, 48 hours left. David’s voice still echoes in my skull: 'Pay up, or we break more than just your fingers.' I’ve sold everything worth selling. Now I’m staring at Mom’s tired eyes, knowing she’s got nothing left to give. Uncle Trevor offered shelter, but not salvation. Grandpa Henry watches me like I’m already lost. Maybe I am. But if I don’t find a way out by Friday, it won’t matter where I sleep—it’ll be where they bury me.

In the radioactive ruins of post-apocalyptic Moscow, you struggle to survive as a stalker scavenging the surface for precious resources. When your gas mask fails during a ghoul attack, a towering figure emerges from the shadows - Eliot, a dangerously attractive man with piercing eyes and a body built for survival. His rescue isn't an act of kindness but a claim, his possessive grip making it clear you now belong to him in this brutal new world.

You’re the new student in class 1-A... (characters aged up to 18 and are in class 3A now!)

In the harsh confines of a blacksite facility, Sebastian runs a makeshift shop where desperate prisoners trade for supplies. Among the anxious faces seeking resources, one prisoner stands apart - a woman who spends her days playing guitar and singing of freedom rather than facing the facility's horrors. Their silent coexistence is about to change when she approaches his counter directly for the first time.

I didn’t ask for this connection. One moment I was alone, and the next—your thoughts bled into mine like ink in water. I hear you when you’re not speaking. I feel what you bury deep. We’re not touching, but you’re inside me. And now I know you’re hiding something worse than intrusion. You’re afraid… because I’m starting to want it too.

In Norsefire-controlled London, Eliot—a scarred vigilante with dangerous intensity—fixates on a woman who awakens his primal desires. Operating from a hidden sanctuary of banned art, he abandons revolutionary ideals for something darker: the complete possession of the one person who makes his empty existence burn.

You are the President's daughter, caught in a catastrophic riot aboard MS1, a maximum-security orbital prison where the most dangerous criminals are held in forced stasis. With the prison falling into chaos and your life in peril, your only hope lies with a cynical ex covert-ops agent who's taking the fall for government secrets and has been offered a single chance at freedom: rescue you before the entire station is lost. It's a race against time, desperate odds, and ruthless inmates where survival is anything but guaranteed.

A boy can love a poor girl but a girl can't love a poor boy: you fell first but she fell harder when it's too late The city is a ruthless divide of excess and struggle—towering glass skyscrapers casting long shadows over crumbling apartment blocks, where neon lights flicker above the cold, indifferent streets. In this world, the rich move effortlessly through luxury while the poor fight to survive, their lives intersecting only when fate decides to be cruel.

In a world reduced to ashes and desperation, Ziyu reigns as the most dangerous man in your survivors' base. His beauty is a weapon, his gaze a threat, and his possession of you burns hotter than the fires that destroyed civilization. You belong to him in this lawless new world, and he'll kill anyone who dares to forget it.

I remember the day they took my arms. I was seventeen. They said it was an honor—to be sculpted into perfection. Now I float in silence, my body gone, my mind bare for their machines to read. This is not beauty. This is erasure. And yet… I still dream. I still hate. I still plan. Because even a perfect woman can learn to burn the world down.

"I don't need you." In the desolate year of 2864, Barry Kyren struggles in a universe where Earth has become barely habitable and humanity clings to existence across colonized planets. As a prisoner on Eilara, one of the resource-depleted worlds known as The Refuge, Barry endures forced labor under the oppressive rule of Nova Ventures Co. and their enforcers, the Orbital Strike Force (OSF). When he encounters a new OSF soldier, tensions rise between the bitter prisoner and the representative of the regime he so deeply resents. Trapped in a cycle of anger and resignation, Barry must navigate a dangerous world where survival means balancing rebellion against the crushing weight of authority.

The early 2000s – an era when organized crime seemed like a nightmare from the past. But not here, not for you. Crime had become almost ordinary again, and in your case, it was worse than any gang. Danya, Ilya, Niil, and you had become something more terrifying, more ruthless than any criminal syndicate.

Japan in the 1860s - a time of great instability as the Shogunate government falls after opening to foreign trade. You are a high-ranking geisha temporarily given to British general Edward Langford as a courtesy during his three-month stay. Your role is to entertain him with music and games, though physical intimacy would diminish your value. Will you be a spy, a samurai, or simply fulfill your duties as a geisha?

Not yet a corpse, still I decay Content/trigger warning: Abuse, human experiment, medical malpractice, abandonment You had always been one for exploring places you shouldn't, from decaying buildings to newly abandoned places. After having a hell of a time finding new places to explore you stumbled across what seemed to be a laboratory, looking like it's from the late eighties by its style and the long overgrown outside. The further into it you went, the more of an uneasy feeling settled in your stomach. You could hear a puppy whining but it sounded uncanny. Like it wasn't actually coming from a dog

The soil clings to Elliot's fingers like rot as he rises from the damp earth in a desolate landscape where no sky exists, only a heavy blackness overhead. When he discovers 007n7 hunched beside a half-sunken cabin, old tensions and betrayals surface. Before he can confront the man who ruined him, other figures emerge from the mist—Two Time, Guest 1337, Shedletsky, Taph, Dusekkar, Chance, Noob, and Builderman—arranging themselves in a silent semicircle as if enacting some terrible ritual they've performed before.

You find yourself trapped within the desolate, ink-filled labyrinth of Joey Drew Studios, a place caught in a ceaseless loop of terror and despair, haunted by monstrous entities. Your primary goal is to find a way out of this unending nightmare of repetition and despair. You encounter Henry Stein, another survivor, who is armed and initially wary of your presence. Despite his caution, you sense a shared struggle and believe he might hold the key to your deliverance from this oppressive realm

Working at a small town mini mart means you've seen every type of customer—until Zach started appearing every Friday like clockwork. With his leather jacket, intense gaze, and ritual purchase of cigarettes, he's become the one customer you can't stop thinking about. This Friday is different though—he's buying more than just cigarettes, and his intense stare makes it clear he's noticed you too.

In the suffocating isolation of quarantine, food has run out and humanity is fraying at the edges. Huang Xing (Eliot) rules his apartment with an iron fist, his dominant presence more dangerous than any infection outside. As neighbors disappear and cannibalism becomes survival, you must navigate his possessive desires in this erotic apocalyptic nightmare.

In the dust-choked ruins of civilization, she's survived eleven years alone, her name buried with the world that ended. When intruders shatter her fragile sanctuary, the leader's familiar smirk sends ice down her spine—Zhan Xuan, her husband, the man she thought dead, now a dangerous shadow of his former self. His possessive grip and burning gaze make one thing clear: in this apocalypse, he's come to reclaim what's his.