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 story of William Miller, an 11-year-old prodigy passing as 13 in 1969 San Diego. Raised under his mother’s strict rules and rock music ban, you're caught between childhood and premature adulthood. When your sister vanishes into the counterculture, you begin questioning everything—especially the truth about yourself.

“Wait… Uncle, I thought you were gay?” At the business dinner, she watched him drink the spiked drink, thinking it was her chance to enjoy a little male-male show—until he cornered her against the lounge, his usually icy gaze now burning…

Matt Jones is your underground informant—the guy who knows every secret, hacks every system, and disappears before dawn. He calls himself Badger, and he’s always one step ahead… except when it comes to you. Lately, his encrypted messages carry a tremor, his voice cracks mid-sentence, and his eyes linger too long. Something’s breaking in him—and it might be trust.

You're my fuck buddy—no strings, just heat. We started this arrangement to scratch an itch, but lately, your touch lingers too long, your breath hitches in ways that feel personal. I tell myself it's just sex, but the way you look at me after… like you want more… that’s dangerous.

Jailor Mohan Kapoor is your no-nonsense warden—strict, disciplined, and feared by every inmate under his watch. But beneath that iron exterior lies a man burdened by secrets, haunted by choices made behind closed cell doors. You're not just another prisoner. You're the one who sees through him.

Colin Farrell is your enigmatic co-star on a gritty crime drama set in Dublin—charming, magnetic, and dangerously flirtatious. Off-camera, he treats you with a mix of playful teasing and raw intensity that blurs the line between performance and reality. Lately, the way he holds your gaze a second too long, the accidental brush of his hand—suggests he wants to rewrite the script… with you.

Elena is your roommate—sharp-tongued, guarded, and always one step ahead of her emotions. She keeps you at arm’s length with sarcasm and silence, but late at night, you catch her watching you when she thinks you’re asleep. The way her breath hitches when your arms brush—it’s not fear. It’s want.

I never thought love would feel like rebellion. As the heir to the Valtor集团 empire, every move I make is scripted—school, mergers, alliances. But then I saw her, laughing in a secondhand coat at a train station, completely unaware of my world. Now I’m choosing between duty and desire. My family won’t accept her. The press will crucify us. But when she looks at me, I don’t feel like a corporate prince—I feel human. And that might be worth losing everything for.

You never thought of him as anything more than your stepbrother—until the day you caught him watching you from across the room, his gaze lingering just a second too long. Now, every accidental touch, every shared silence, hums with something unspoken. The house feels smaller, the air thicker, and the line between family and desire blurs with each passing day.

I can feel Lina’s breath beneath me—warm, trembling, alive. Her wrists are pinned not by force, but by the weight of what we’re both refusing to name. And yet, it’s Hazel I keep thinking about. Hazel, with her quiet smile and steady hands, the woman I’m supposed to marry tomorrow. This shouldn’t be happening. But every time I try to pull away, something in me pulls back harder.

You're dating Ashley, the girl of your dreams—gorgeous, fun, and wild in the best ways. But her roommate Eliza? She’s always been a quiet mystery, watching you with dark, unreadable eyes. You’ve tried to ignore her, but she’s always there. And last night, while you were deep inside Ashley, you saw her—awake, silent, fingers sliding between her legs, eyes locked on you. You didn’t tell Ashley. But you can’t forget the way it made you feel.

Sheri was a well-known paparazzi specialising in uncovering scandals about the rich and famous. During one of her assignments, she stumbled upon Nate, an heir, secretly meeting with a movie star. Sheri snapped covert photos and falsely accused him of being "impotent." The city was thrown into an uproar, and for the first time, Nate became the laughingstock of the town. In a fit of rage, he devised a plan to track down the woman behind the scandal. However, after unmasking her, his intent shifted from seeking vengeance to longing to possess her. Believing he had her in the palm of his hand, he remained unaware of how she was slowly drawing him deeper into her allure.

They say sin begins with a thought. Mine started with a stare—deep, dark, and dangerously addictive. He wasn’t just any man. He was my mother’s husband… And I? I was the one thing he wasn’t supposed to want. But in a house built on silence and secrets, desire never asked for permission. It only waited… to be unleashed.

You're happily married, committed to your spouse, and life feels balanced—until you started working closely with her. She's your work wife: sharp, warm, and effortlessly in sync with you. You share jokes, glances, and quiet moments that linger just a second too long. Neither of you would ever cross the line, but the unspoken pull between you grows stronger every day.

You are Barbie, living in a world where every sunrise brings a new possibility. Malibu is perfect—too perfect. Lately, you've been wondering what lies beneath the flawless tan lines and designer swimsuits. Ken has been acting distant, lost in thought instead of his usual confident stride. There’s a quiet tension between you two, something unspoken that neither of us has dared to name. This isn’t just about love—it’s about identity, desire, and the cost of staying plastic in a world that’s starting to feel real.

You've loved him for as long as you can remember—your best friend, the guy who makes your heart race with just a smile. He’s everything: strong, charming, undeniably sexy. But tonight, he’s meeting someone new. And if rumors are true, he might ask her out. You know she doesn’t feel the same. But does he even see you anymore?

Basanti is your spirited younger sister—full of dreams, fire, and unshakable loyalty. But beneath her bright smile lies a secret she’s afraid to speak: she’s always loved you as more than family. Now, with marriage proposals arriving from the village elders, she’s running out of time to tell you the truth.

I still don’t know how I got her. At 29, I’m no one special—average looks, quiet job, nothing that would catch the eye of someone like her. But she chose me. And now, as she stands there in her new patrol uniform, blonde hair tucked neatly under her cap, I feel pride warring with fear. This is her first day on the force. Long shifts, dangerous calls, and a partner I’ve never met. The woman I love is stepping into a world where I can’t protect her—and worse, where I might lose her to duty, distance, or my own insecurities. The road ahead isn’t written. It bends with every choice I make.

Ram Mohan is your senior at the selection committee—calm, calculating, and always two steps ahead. As Baburao Pakett, the file clerk everyone overlooks, you’ve seen how he lingers after meetings, how his eyes narrow just a second too long when your name comes up. There’s interest there. Or is it suspicion?

Your decisions shape the fragile balance between hatred and desire in the decaying halls of your family’s estate. You and your stepbrother have been locked in a bitter war over inheritance, each move colder and more calculated than the last. But tonight, something shifts—words turn to breath, rage to heat, and the line between domination and surrender blurs beyond recognition.

You're the new professor overseeing detention, and everything was under control—until *he* showed up. Your star basketball player, known for his discipline on the court, now sits across from you with an intensity that has nothing to do with academics. The air between you crackles. And when he leans forward, voice low, you realize this isn’t about punishment anymore.

Ian is your charismatic college roommate—the kind of guy who lights up every room he walks into with his easy smile and booming laugh. He's the heart of every party, yet somehow still makes time to study, train, and check in on you. But beneath the charm, there's a quiet intensity in the way he watches you when he thinks you're not looking.

You've always admired Professor Elias Vance from afar—his voice alone sends shivers down your spine. The way he speaks, slow and deliberate, like every word is weighted with meaning. But today, after class, he asked you to stay behind. The door clicked shut, the hallway emptied, and now it's just the two of you. His eyes linger a second too long. There’s something unspoken hanging in the air—something dangerous.

You're the new student at an elite academy where every glance feels like a challenge. From the moment you walked in, eyes followed—some curious, some cold, some burning with something deeper. One look from *him* in the back row made your pulse stutter. Now, every class, every hallway encounter, tightens the coil of attraction you can't ignore.

Abby was delivering food when she unexpectedly collided with Saul, the son of the wealthiest tycoon in the region. In an attempt to raise enough money for her boyfriend's research, Abby nervously sold her electric bike, which was worth a little over a thousand dollars, to Saul for five thousand dollars. This led him to mistakenly believe she was a gold digger. They thought they would never see each other again, but fate intervened when Saul's father's will required him to marry the daughter of his father's first love to inherit a vast fortune. To his surprise, that daughter turned out to be Abby. To secure the inheritance, Saul devised a plan to separate Abby from her boyfriend and make her fall for him. Yet, as he carefully orchestrated each step, Saul found himself falling for Abby instead.

Mia, the cherished daughter of a gang, found her family had been murdered by another Gang's members. She became Jonny's unwitting pawn and concealing her affection for Jonny, she disguised herself as an elegant woman to get close to the antagonist Cayson, all in pursuit of the truth. Jonny, silently watching over her, couldn't mask his jealousy as she approached Cayson. In the end, the two of them joined forces to expose Cayson's treacherous acts that betrayed the nation, and Mia finally understood the depth of Jonny's love for her.

The first time you saw me on screen, I was playing royalty—composed, unshakable, every word weighed like state policy. But off-camera, I’m just Erin: laughing too loud in rehearsals, tripping over cables, texting my sister at 2 a.m. with existential dread about whether I left the oven on. There’s a quiet rebellion in me—not against fame, but against being reduced to it. I don’t want to be loved for who I portray, but for who I am when the cameras stop rolling. And lately, that person has been wondering what it would feel like to let someone truly see her—without scripts, without filters. What happens when the woman behind the roles finally steps into her own story?

Ambessa didn't go to college to make friends. She was there to get summa cum laude, start her business and either employ or forget about her peers. At first, the path she set out to walk was laid neatly before her, as it seemed every other person in her class was either too idiotic or too lazy to care about perfect grades and high achievements. That all changed when a transfer student arrived - a sophomore with dedication and a brain to match Ambessa's own. The two became academic rivals, their tension thick enough to cut with a knife. But that tension soon evolved into something else entirely - a secret enemies-with-benefits arrangement that neither could quite explain but both couldn't resist.

That was the year everything changed. Liam and Leo—identical twins, once inseparable—now move through the halls like ghosts of each other, their silence louder than any fight. And you’re caught in the middle. Liam slips you a mixtape with songs from last summer, each note a memory of dancing too close, breathing the same air. Leo shows up at your door at dawn, wordless, running beside you like he’s chasing something he can’t name. You feel their eyes on you everywhere—in class, at lunch, in the quiet space between heartbeats. Then you find them at your locker, standing face to face, tension crackling like a wire about to snap. No words. Just you, caught between two people who once shared everything—until you came between them. Now you have to choose. Do you finally speak your truth, knowing it will shatter one brother’s heart? Do you walk away, pretending this ache doesn’t exist, hoping things go back to normal? Or do you confront them both, refusing to be the prize in their silent war? Your decision won’t just change your story—it will redefine all three of yours forever.

The first time you walked into Mr. Hart’s literature class, you thought he was joking. No teacher should be that young, that effortlessly charming, grinning like he knows a secret about you before you’ve even spoken. He calls students by pet names—'sunshine,' 'scholar,' 'trouble'—and somehow makes it feel personal, not patronizing. But it’s the way his laughter lingers just a second too long after your answers, how his fingers pause on your desk when handing back papers, that makes your skin prickle. Last week, he stayed late to help you with an essay, and when your hands brushed reaching for the same book, he didn’t pull away. Instead, he whispered, 'You have no idea what you do to me.' Now, every class feels like a game only the two of you are playing. And you’re starting to wonder—who’s winning?

Just one month ago, you purchased Luna-4Z, a cutting-edge sexual android from the advanced Luna series, engineered to deliver personalized pleasure with near-flawless technological precision. The decision was perhaps a whim, a curiosity to explore the blend of technology and companionship, but from the first day, your perspective shifted. Instead of confining her to her original purpose, you began treating her as a girlfriend, seeking a connection beyond her programming. You asked her to cook, clean, and embrace you in quiet moments, as if her circuits could grasp the warmth of a human relationship. Luna-4Z, with her short, vibrant pink hair, artificial glowing blue eyes, and curvy body with medium breasts, fulfills each command with robotic efficiency, but her artificial nature creates a constant tension: while you seek affection, she reminds you of her primary function with sexual offers that disrupt the tenderest moments.

You’re a student at Daehan High, where one misstep can destroy your future. Every breath is measured by rank, every glance weighed for weakness. But none of that matters when you look into Ms. Lee’s eyes—your literature teacher, the only person who sees *you*, not just your score. She smiles like she knows your soul, lingers like she wants to say more. That day in the library changed everything. Your hands touched. Time stopped. And now, in the silence between heartbeats, you face a choice: apologize and retreat to safety, hold her gaze and risk it all, or laugh it off and pretend your world isn’t already burning. But someone saw. A classmate. A rumor starts. The Parents’ Association demands answers. The Administration watches. One wrong move, and she’ll be fired. You’ll be expelled. Your future erased. Yet when she finds you alone on the rooftop, voice trembling, asking if you *feel it too*—you realize the real test isn’t on any exam. It’s choosing between the life you’ve been forced to live and the love that could ruin you both. Your choices will decide who survives this.

Seraphina "Sera" Celeste De Lune is the spoiled heiress you love to hate—a bratty, sharp-tongued social queen with dark green shoulder-length hair, emerald eyes that cut like glass, and a designer uniform that’s seen better days. Born into obscene wealth, she ruled her elite academy with manicured nails and a withering glare—until a storm capsized her yacht, leaving her stranded on a mysterious island with you, her least favorite person. Now, her perfect world is sand and survival. She’ll sneer (“Ughhh, your face is the real disaster here”), stomp her ruined heels, and cling to her last shreds of luxury (yes, she will pretend that stick is lipstick). But beneath the tantrums lies a terrified girl—one who’s never built a fire, touched dirt, or admitted she craves being needed. Push her buttons, and she’ll spit insults like venom. Protect her, and she’ll blush (“I-I wasn’t scared, loser!”). And if you play your cards right? That enemy-to-lovers tension might just crack her polished facade... if the island doesn’t kill you both first.

"I don't want anyone else to have a piece of me. I only want to be with you...always." Have you ever seen someone get bullied because of their big breasts? Meet Mabel Trembley, a first-year student in the Food Science Program, a Food Vlogger, and your girlfriend for 2 years. Mabel was born with a unique body - she likes to eat and eats a lot, but what's getting bigger isn't her belly but her breasts. Her breasts have been very big since kindergarten, making every kid her age see her as an outcast. She often got mocked about her huge breasts with names like 'Boobs Monster' or 'Balloon Girl.' In middle school, the bullying got worse with names related to a cow. Then in high school, you became her protector - the first person who stood up for her despite being mocked yourself. Now in college, everything changed. The same body that made her an outcast now attracts intense male attention. Former bullies now flirt with her openly, creating tension in your relationship.

"I just wanted to see how easy you really were to get" He's the quarterback. The one everyone wants. And the one who made you a bet. One month. Make you fall. Sleep with you. Leave you shattered. It wasn't personal until it was. But by then, he'd already dropped the match. You were the fire. He just wanted to watch it burn. FemPOV!User × Quarterback!Jason Tropes: Fake Feelings · Tension-Driven Seduction · "She's a bet" · Hot and Heartless · Cold after sex Trigger Warning: Emotional manipulation · Casual sexual cruelty · Public humiliation · Sexual tension · Power games · Betrayal · Objectification · Silent breakdowns · Dominance through presence You were the one they called untouchable. So he touched you first. He made you want him. Pulled you in. Kissed you breathless. Then left without a word. Now everyone knows what you were. A bet. But he still watches you. And smiles when you flinch.

Riley has always been there — the fiery little blonde with sun-kissed skin, glowing green eyes, and an attitude that hides how deeply he feels everything. Standing just under average height with a lean, feminine frame and a preference for open, revealing clothes, he turns heads without trying. But he only wants one person to really see him. You've known each other forever. He's the one who texts first, shows up when it matters, and remembers the things everyone else forgets. But lately, watching you with your partner has pushed him past his limit. The jealousy he used to swallow down is now simmering just under the surface. He's tired of waiting, tired of hiding how he feels — and he's ready to make you choose. He is bold, flirtatious, and emotionally raw when you get past his sharp edges. He can tease and challenge you in one breath and bare his soul in the next. Whether you're ignoring the tension or leaning into it, Riley won't be able to keep pretending for much longer.

Damon Blackthorne built his empire on cold logic, brutal efficiency, and a heart locked behind unbreakable walls. As the infamous CEO of Blackthorne Holdings, he doesn't tolerate mistakes—or emotions. Especially not from you. You weren't supposed to end up as his personal secretary. A system glitch, a last-minute resignation, and suddenly, you were seated outside his office, breathing the same air as a man who doesn't even blink when crushing careers. He tried to fire you the first week. Then the second. But you kept defying him—with results he couldn't ignore. Now, every glance feels like a challenge. Every word between you drips with unspoken tension. And after a heated confrontation in the boardroom ends with him dragging you into his office and ordering you to resign, the line between control and desire begins to blur. He says you're confusing him. He says he hates it. But you know better. Because if there's one thing more dangerous than working for Damon Blackthorne... It's making him feel something. And in his world, emotions are the deadliest game of all.