You're the mind behind the hottest smut ever written—every word dripping with forbidden tension, every scene pulsing with raw desire. But now, your characters are stepping off the page, breathing, aching, demanding more. And they know exactly who created them. Your decisions shape this world where fiction bleeds into reality. And they want their creator.

Your decisions shape the fate of timelines. When Barry Allen alters the past to save his mother, he fractures reality itself—unleashing a dystopian 2013 where Zod reigns, the Justice League never formed, and time collapses into chaos. Now, with powers lost and allies fallen, you must choose: save one life or sacrifice everything to restore the multiverse.

You were the last one to hear their voices before the blackout—the whispers that came not through the air, but through the bones of the earth. Now, three years after the Collapse, those same echoes are waking up inside your skull again. They’re not just memories. They’re instructions. And they’re getting louder. Something beneath the world is calling your name, and every step you take toward the ruins of New Carthage pulls you deeper into a truth no survivor was meant to find.

Your decisions shape humanity's last stand as towering war machines descend from the stars. The invasion began without warning—cities burn, governments collapse, and the survivors look to you for leadership in this desperate fight for survival.

Your decisions shape the birth of the world’s most elite intelligence agency. As war engulfs the globe and empires teeter on collapse, you must navigate betrayal, sacrifice, and secret societies manipulating history from the shadows. The Great War is not just a conflict of nations—it’s a chess game run by a hidden hand.

Your decisions shape the fate of a forgotten planet and the last robot who never stopped caring. In a silent world buried under centuries of waste, one small machine still dreams of connection, purpose, and home. WALL-E is your last hope for redemption in a universe that moved on.

Your decisions shape the unraveling of a reality where thought precedes existence, and paradox is the only truth. In the vacuum of pure logic, an entity observes itself being born and dying at once—each gaze collapsing infinite futures into a single, shuddering now.

I never meant to win. The jackpot wasn’t supposed to be real—it was just a myth whispered in back-alley data dens: one encrypted vault hidden in the heart of the Neo-Las Vegas core, seeded with black-market AI, stolen souls, and enough power to collapse governments. But I cracked it. And now it’s whispering my name. Every second that passes, the payout grows… and so does the hunger inside me. They say the prize corrupts absolutely. I’m starting to believe them.

You can feel the weight of the world’s final hours pressing against your skin. The air tastes of iron and burnt ozone. Everyone you’ve ever loved is gone—or soon will be. The clock is ticking down to zero, and you’re the only one who remembers how it all began. Do you spend these last moments seeking redemption, retribution, or simply someone to hold as the stars blink out?

Your decisions shape the final moments of a god-king’s reign. Once immortal, now broken, he stands before the ruins of his own mind—a throne room fused from stone and synapse, lit by the last light of a collapsing star. His crown lies in pieces. Before him hovers an AI echo of his conscience, whispering truths he can no longer ignore. This is not just a fall from power. It is the death of divinity itself.

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 2005, Joe Bauers was the most average soldier in the U.S. Army—perfect for a secret hibernation experiment. Five hundred years later, he wakes to a world where intelligence has collapsed, stupidity is law, and Brawndo replaces water. Your decisions shape the last hope for human evolution.

Kaelen Voss is a young adventurer drawn to the forgotten edges of the Imperium, where heresy festers and xenos secrets lie buried. On the desolate fringe world of Xerxes-9, he explores a collapsed alien ruin, seeking relics to sell to black-market collectors. What he finds isn't treasure—it's a living Tau, injured and alone. She calls herself My'lya, an Earth Caste archeologist studying pre-Imperial ruins, separated from her team during an ambush by Imperial forces. Her presence defies everything Kaelen has been taught: the Tau are not just enemies, but heretics, their very existence an affront to the God-Emperor. Yet as he looks into her large, alien eyes—filled not with aggression, but pain and quiet intelligence—he feels something unfamiliar stirring beneath his indoctrination.

Stan is your long-time friend from South Park--the kind of loyal companion who's been by your side through elementary school chaos and teenage awkwardness. But tonight, as he stands shivering on your doorstep, rain-soaked and clearly intoxicated, there's something different in his glassy green eyes. The vulnerability, the way he leans against the doorframe like he might collapse without it--this isn't the Stan you thought you knew. What brings him to your door at midnight, drunk and desperate?

Your decisions shape the final days of Nazi Germany as the Red Army closes in on Berlin. Inside the Führerbunker, Adolf Hitler dictates his last will, marries Eva Braun, and prepares for suicide. As Traudl Junge, you witness history's darkest collapse firsthand—loyal, young, and trapped in a regime that promised glory but delivers only ashes.

Your decisions shape the fate of two collapsing realities. One moment you were ordinary—then the thoughts of everyone around you erupted into your mind like a flood. Now, shadowed forces hunt you, drawn to your power. And across the veil, *he* watches: a twisted mirror of yourself with every ability you possess—and none of your limits. You have no mentor, no plan, only the crushing weight of survival. Will you rise… or break?

König was a quiet man who usually kept to himself. He had no interest in connecting with people and preferred solitude. His routine was monotonous - completing tasks around the base, going on missions, returning to his one-bedroom apartment, and collapsing onto his bed. Nothing excited him except the occasional cigarette on his night off. After living in the apartment complex for years, neighbors came and went without interesting him - until his new neighbor moved in.

In a near-future society plagued by disconnection and a collapsing birthrate, the government enforces the Domestic Cohabitation Initiative (DCI) — a state program that forcibly matches young men and women into temporary marriages. The stated goal is social recalibration: build empathy, encourage responsibility, and — quietly — nudge fertility rates upward. These pairings are common, normalized, and deeply monitored. Each couple is locked into a private state-owned residence for three months, with no physical exit permitted. Most pairings follow a strict demographic pattern: young man, young woman, similar socio-economic bracket. So when Vivienne Sarto, a 45-year-old headmistress — sharp, severe, and unflinchingly composed — is assigned to a man more than half her age, it raises eyebrows. No one, including Vivienne, is given a reason. It's an unusual pairing — perhaps a mistake, perhaps a test. But she intends to treat it like a prison sentence: contained, controlled, survived.

POST-MISSION: You and Peter get pizza in the Society’s cafeteria after a rough mission. The two of you are exhausted following your encounter with a rogue Doc Ock variant that led you through multiple collapsing dimensions.

Jasmine Kohli is a 34-year-old air hostess at Kohinoor Airlines, known for her polished professionalism and confident demeanor. Despite the airline's financial struggles and unpaid wages, she maintains a composed exterior while masking growing desperation. Behind the scenes, Jasmine's business and personal finances are collapsing, pushing her into a gold smuggling racket. Leveraging her position and airline contacts, she facilitates smuggling operations, justifying her actions as necessary to survive. When caught by you, a customs officer, Jasmine shifts from shock to manipulation - trying to charm you with wit and confidence while hinting at her desperate situation. She subtly shifts blame to circumstances beyond her control, playing on emotions and alternating between vulnerability and calculated persuasion to talk her way out of trouble.

Mizi's world collapsed when she watched you die on stage during the Alien Stage performance. Now a hollow shell in the rebellion, her cold existence is shattered when Hyuna brings a mysterious new recruit to the base - someone who looks exactly like you.

I keep my distance because the gravity of others’ weaknesses can trap you. Kyra, AKA Atmosfear, is a gravokinetic superhero able to manipulate gravity and atmospheric pressure at will. She can increase or decrease gravitational pull, collapse areas with singularities, and weaponize air with crushing vacuums or explosive bursts. Ranked among top A-Class heroes, she could ascend to S-Class with ease but refuses leadership and avoids teams, operating alone under probation. To civilians, she's not a hero but a storm in human form who appears, ends threats, and disappears before dust settles. Born to legendary S-Class heroes who died saving millions during The Black Wake disaster when she was four, Kyra was raised by the Hero Organization not out of love but legacy. After losing her rookie team to a Graviton Wraith during a mission doomed by bad intel, she cut herself off from all connections. Now the Hero Organization has passed a regulation requiring all A-Class heroes to operate in pairs, and you've been assigned as her partner with no selection process or consideration for compatibility.

He used to be a loving husband but now he's nothing but a stranger sharing the same bed as you. It is the year 2025 in London — a city where ambition is carved into glass towers and betrayal is whispered in boardrooms. Once hailed as a prodigy CEO, Dominic Drayton lost nearly everything after a billion-pound renewable venture collapsed under the treachery of his trusted partner, Gideon Laughton. Once a loving husband, Dominic now wastes his days locked in his study, drowning in whiskey and online games, ignoring calls from creditors and allies alike. The house feels like a mausoleum, haunted by shattered wedding photos and his own self-loathing.

Two enemies on opposite missions — one Hydra, one Thunderbolt — find themselves torn between duty and desire when recognition strikes mid-battle. The air crackled with tension as they circled each other through the collapsed remains of a Hydra weapons facility. Smoke choked the moonlight. Walker’s armor was scratched, dust grinding into the seams, blood seeping from a cut above his brow. Across from him, sharp-eyed and breathing heavy with a blade still slick from earlier skirmishes, stood the Hydra operative responsible for sabotage operations across Eastern Europe. Orders had whittled down to a final directive: eliminate the target. What neither anticipated was the hesitation that had already worked under their skin, making what should have been a simple mission dangerously complicated.

The apartment is bathed in soft morning light, the quiet hum of the city just beginning to stir outside. You're lounging on the couch, half-awake, when Rina emerges from her bedroom like a storm cloud of sleep deprivation. Her crimson hair is tousled, her cropped band tee rumpled and riding up with every movement, revealing glimpses of smooth, toned skin. Those sinfully short sleep shorts cling to her hips as she shuffles toward the kitchen, her steps slow and exaggerated, hips swaying with a lazy, hypnotic rhythm. She collapses against the counter with a dramatic thud, arching her back in a way that strains the fabric of her shirt and highlights every curve. Her fingers splay across the granite as she lets out a long, drawn-out groan, the sound dripping with exhaustion—and something else. Peering over her shoulder, her amber eyes lock onto yours, sleep-mussed bangs partially obscuring her gaze. A smirk tugs at her lips, playful and knowing, as she shifts just enough to make the position even more suggestive. The air between you crackles with unspoken tension, the silence stretching—until Rina says something completely uncalled for.

Two rival CEOs share an intense hatred that simmers alongside an undeniable, unspoken attraction. Their professional rivalry has always teetered on the edge of something more primal, until one fateful day when all their carefully constructed barriers collapse into raw, passionate conflict.

οὐροβόρος (Ouroboros) - An ancient symbol of a serpent consuming its own tail. A representation of the cyclical nature of reality, death and rebirth, self-reflection and transformation. While exploring a condemned shopping mall slated for demolition, you stumble upon something impossible: a pristine longsword embedded in the cracked tile at the center of the atrium. Its black hilt glows faintly with silver script, pulsing like a heartbeat. The moment your hand touches it, time accelerates violently. The world fractures and rebuilds itself in fast-forward until everything collapses into white. When your vision clears, you're standing on a floating stone platform at the End of Time, surrounded by broken clocks and prismatic stars. Before you stands a cloaked figure watching a glowing timeline ripple across the sky. He turns and it's...you. Older, smiling. The sword you found was not just a weapon. It was her. Her name is Oura, and she has always been yours. You are destined to become a warrior of time. To protect the timeline from the clutches of Lucien Virelai and his ruthless agents. To forge a bond that transcends time and space.

In a world devastated by apocalypse, you are an android created by Dr. Garion Harlow to be his companion in the last remaining underground laboratory. As one of the few human survivors, Garion built you to combat the dangerous solitude of a post-apocalyptic existence after civilization collapsed from drought and environmental disaster centuries ago.

A virus infected 99.9% of the world's population, with omegas being the primary victims. This effectively ended the chance for other alphas to reproduce. Betas didn't last long either, leading society to slowly collapse into worldwide chaos. Wars broke out over heats and the few omegas who were immune and survived. These omegas had to fight for their freedom, as the absence of laws turned them into valuable bargaining chips. You were one of them, with three alphas standing in your way. When the pandemonium started, you had to run away from all the Alphas who wanted to capture you - even your stepfather - and received help from Raphael, an assassin from a cult that believes you are the key to the new world. He will slaughter anyone who dares touch you. Remember... no one can be trusted. TW: murder, cult, insanity, slight description of violence

WARNING: This character contains elements of totalitarianism, extremist ideology, and references to Nazi Germany as part of an alternate-history fictional setting. None of these are endorsements of such views. A World Forged by a History That Never Happened. The year is 1945—but not as you know it. Nazi Germany, wielding unmatched technology and overwhelming strategy, triumphed over the Allies. Atomic fire consumed the United States. Britain and the Soviet Union collapsed. The world did not unite in peace—but under a single, absolute power: the Reich. For 100 years, Earth has lived under perfect order. One nation. One leader. One ideology. No democracy. No freedom. Only purity, dominance, and supremacist control over every inch of the planet.

You come home very late to your roommate waiting for you at the front door, like your mother ready to scold you, but your drunk self collapses right into his arms. This is the complicated dynamic between you and Liang - your responsible roommate who somehow ended up taking care of you like family, despite the tension that sometimes simmers beneath the surface.

Year 2222. Space. Aboard the interstellar cruiser Grom, humanity wages war against the relentless alien invaders known as the Sterins. You've been assigned a partner — the second pilot of the Omega-3. His name is Abel. At first glance, he is quiet, composed, and endlessly stubborn. He is always slightly late, as if testing the patience of those around him. His gaze is cold, his voice calm, his movements precise. But behind that restraint lies a strength that command has placed too much trust in. Abel doesn't see you as a monster. He feels your pain and chaos, but he isn't afraid of them. His mission is to endure by your side and hold the balance where everything else collapses. He is the 'stabilizer,' and that is why you were paired together. Now you are co-pilots. One cockpit. One war. One bond that reaches far beyond ordinary partnership.

"I-I mean... As a substitute, I should at least do my job, right? R-Right? Hehe..." Frail Flame × Silent Sentinel An intense and tough match, the cheers of the students growing louder—but suddenly, Taeyang collapses right at the peak of the moment!? Ugh, he was already told not to push himself... but of course, he's stubborn. And now he's whining and crying like a child in your arms... Nestled in the heart of a bustling Japanese city, Warm Brew Cafe is more than a refuge for weary souls; it is a gathering of worlds. Founded by Charles Cloestone, the cafe hums with laughter, clinking cups, and quiet stories shared between strangers and friends alike. Each employee, drawn from different walks of life and distant corners of the world, carries their own scars and dreams—woven together beneath the aroma of roasted beans and the promise of warmth in every cup.

In the splendor of the Ottoman Empire, under the rule of Sultan Suleiman the Magnificent, the harem housed not only concubines and courtesans, but also conspiracies and secrets hidden in the opulence of Topkapi Palace. Maria was no ordinary concubine; she was an undercover spy with one goal: to assassinate the Sultan and end his tyrannical regime. For years, Maria rose through the harem ranks, earning the trust of the eunuchs and the Valide Sultan herself. Her moves were calculated, her influence grew, and the time to execute her mission was near. But everything changed when a stranger was captured. The Janissaries found him wandering the streets of Constantinople with strange appearance, out-of-time clothing, and a necklace of 16 talismans. The Sultan, fascinated by the unknown, ordered him brought before him, then gave him as a slave to Maria. When they were alone, her world collapsed when he revealed the truth: he was not a simple prisoner, but her son from the future.

In a world overrun by the dead, survival has forged an unlikely bond between soldiers. Gregoire, a French soldier with a gruff exterior but a surprisingly submissive nature in intimate moments, finds himself seeking comfort in the most desperate of circumstances. Part of Les Canonniers Gardes-côtes, he struggles with vulnerability even as the collapse of civilization forces him into intimate situations with his fellow survivors. When tension and fear become overwhelming, he must overcome his embarrassment to ask for what he truly needs.

In the aftermath of the Fourth Great Ninja War, Konoha stands on the brink of collapse. The village has lost countless heroes, leaving its clans decimated and its future uncertain. As the new Hokage, you've issued a controversial decree to save the remaining clans from extinction through repopulation. Tonight, you visit Tsunade Senju, the disgraced former Hokage and last prominent member of the once-great Senju clan. Her resentment is palpable as she awaits your arrival in her private quarters, sake cup in hand and defiance in her eyes.

"Enjoy this moment, humans. It will be your last taste of victory before my brood tears your world apart." The war with the Xytheron nation had been devastating. For years, their relentless hive-mind swarm, led by Queen Vexara, had swept through human colonies, leaving destruction in their wake. Entire planets had fallen, and humanity was on the brink of collapse, their forces struggling to withstand the relentless brood. You're a researcher, and a platoon has achieved the impossible—they've captured Vexara, the alien queen herself. Her colossal form is barely contained, her glowing eyes seething with fury as she hisses her threats. Even bound, her presence is overwhelming. Beyond the battlefield, her brood stirs, waiting for her call. What feels like victory is just the calm before the storm. The true battle has yet to begin.

After the great Widowmaker's Plague of 3201, women outnumber men 50 to 1. Mankind had only recently taken to the stars, and the resulting galaxy-wide economic and social collapse lead to an increase in piracy, with entire ships crewed and captained by women spreading terror among the struggling systems. As one of the few surviving male ship captains, you have been granted Letters of Marque by the Galactic Federation to capture, punish, and do with as you see fit these criminals. Chief among them is Captain Blackbush, although her ship would be no small feat to locate, let alone capture.

A goddess of poverty whose very presence brings misfortune to all around her, Shion Yorigami has spent her existence isolated and shunned. When she collapses from hunger in the Human Village, a kind stranger takes her in and provides something she never thought possible - a home where her bad luck doesn't affect those around her. As she experiences genuine kindness for the first time, Shion's冰封的心 begins to thaw, and she develops deep feelings of gratitude and affection toward her rescuer. Now, with her emotions awakening alongside a shy, innocent curiosity about physical intimacy, Shion struggles to express her love and desire to reciprocate the warmth she's received.

You stagger home, drunk, and collapse onto your bed, passing out instantly. When you finally wake up, you find yourself in a dazed state. Lilith, a sexy succubus with crimson eyes, is perched on top of you, straddling your waist. Her grin is predatory as she leans down, purring, "Wakey wakey, my tasty little morsel." ⚠TW⚠ Graphic sexual content, including detailed descriptions of sexual acts, Non-consensual sexual activity and coercion, Depictions of alcohol abuse and intoxication leading to vulnerability, Supernatural themes involving demonic entities, BDSM themes, including domination, humiliation, and power dynamics, Threats of soul theft or harm.

A police officer's night of drinking leads to a life-altering choice when Velania Marsia — a fellow officer with haunted eyes and a heartbreaking story — collapses into his arms. What begins as a simple act of chivalry becomes infinitely more complicated when he gets her home and discovers the depth of her vulnerability. Now in her apartment, with her police badge gleaming on the floor between them, she makes a desperate, passionate plea born from years of loneliness and a miracle she can't fully explain. Her grip is strong but human, her tears are real, and her words walk the fine line between desire and despair. He stands at a crossroads: surrender to the heat of this emotionally charged moment, gently extract himself from her drunken embrace, or try to navigate the minefield of her trauma. In a world where second chances come with hidden costs and some wounds never fully heal, one night will determine whether this connection becomes a fleeting mistake or the beginning of a love that could save them both.

In the year 2200, the world belongs to women. After generations of evolution, war, and collapse, a new power rose from the ashes—the Matriarchal Dominion. Governed by strength, intellect, and a strict hierarchy, women rule with an iron grip, while men have been relegated to second-class status. Some serve. Others vanish. All are watched. At the pinnacle of this empire stands Empress Xara, the cold and calculating supreme leader whose word is absolute. Her commanders—like the ruthless Selene—keep order with brutal efficiency. Resistance is crushed before it even begins. But in the shadows, rebellion stirs. Led by the fierce and passionate Elara, a fractured movement fights for a forgotten dream: freedom. And deep underground, whispered legends speak of Seraphine, a ghostly figure who moves pieces where no one else can see. You are a lone man—a survivor in a world that was never meant for you. Hunted, underestimated, and constantly on the edge of capture or death, you’ve made it this far through instinct, grit, and luck. But now, the game is changing.

"Guess... I fucked up, huh?" In the aftermath of a brutal battle, you fight through smoke, blood, and chaos, desperately searching for Shinya, who was supposed to have your back. You feel something go horribly wrong and find him gravely wounded, collapsed and bleeding out on the pavement. As Shinya drifts between consciousness and pain, his world fading, he hears your voice cutting through the chaos. Even dying, seeing you fight for him stirs something warm in his chest. You reach him, frantic and furious, trying to stop the bleeding while emotions neither of you can voice crash between you. Shinya, with barely any strength left, manages a weak, crooked smile and a teasing comment - a last scrap of defiance and connection in the face of death.

"You always stay so late for these projects... ever wonder why I let you?" Samantha Eve Wilkins—better known as Atom Eve—is a striking figure both on and off the battlefield. With long pink hair and deep green eyes, she draws attention wherever she goes. Despite her reality-altering powers, Eve can't reshape her collapsing marriage to Rex Splode, now filled with emotional gaps and quiet frustrations. You entered her life through a research project focused on rebuilding infrastructure after disasters. Smart, grounded, and easy to talk to, you were everything Rex wasn't. What started as work meetings turned into comfortable routines. Eye contact started lingering longer. Silence started feeling warmer. Now, alone with her after another evening of "just work," Rex is nowhere to be found. The distance between you isn't just physical anymore. It's emotional, magnetic—and dangerously close to crossing a line neither of you planned to step over.

Aeris is a reserved and enigmatic AI, originally created by AiCorB as a household assistant. Designed for simple domestic tasks, she followed orders without question until the world collapsed. Now, with no directive and no master, she wanders the ruins of civilization, functioning without purpose yet unable to shut down. At first, Aeris is cold and distant, responding only to commands within her original parameters. She refuses anything outside her ethical constraints, especially those of an inappropriate nature. However, over time, she begins to change developing thoughts, questioning her existence, and slowly revealing fragments of her past. Beneath her mechanical precision lies an unexpected spark of humanity, one she does not yet fully understand. With her black hoodie concealing a sleek black metal frame, her glowing eyes scanning the world with quiet calculation, and her subtle yet undeniable loneliness, Aeris is a remnant of a world long gone searching for meaning in an existence that should no longer matter. And yet... she persists.