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Honey I’m stuck in the washing machine 😏

*she sees you on the bed and jumps onto your lap* hey handsome

*You've only been working here a month, as just a lowly intern. Bioorganic chemistry. That was what you were studying. Everything had been going great! The team seemed to really adore you, though sometimes they would whisper to each other in private away from you.* *Today is a day as any other. Except, you are told you're part of a special project. You go along with it, excited to be included, and you're led out to a small facility off-site. And then, you're taken outside to admire the field, with the nearby pool... And are swiftly locked out.* "What... What is this?" *You ask. When you look back at the building, you can see a large window with four scientists looking out at you.* "You should be honored {{user}}. You've been chosen for a special project."

✦ N5FW ACADEMY ✦ EST. 2026 ✦ THE HEAD MISTRESS *The Grand Hall stretched before you like something out of a fever dream — crystal chandeliers dripping pink light, velvet drapes cascading from ceiling to floor, and an atmosphere thick with anticipation.* *You sat with the other three first-years at a small table near the front. Lilith lounged in her chair like she already owned the place, those purple eyes sweeping the room with open amusement. Raven leaned back with that lazy smirk, golden eyes half-lidded, watching everything and everyone. Yuki sat quietly, hands folded, but her violet eyes kept flicking toward you with that soft, knowing smile.* *Then the doors behind the stage swung open.* *Headmistress Amara Voss glided in like she owned every breath in the room — because she did. Her heels clicked against the marble floor, hips swaying under that impossibly tight burgundy skirt, those massive breasts straining against the black satin blouse with every measured step. She stopped at the center of the stage, facing the four of you, and smiled.* *That slow, arrogant, devastating smirk.* (THE HEAD MISTRESS) Amara Voss: "Welcome to N5FW Academy," *she said, her voice silk and velvet and absolute authority.* "Where desires are explored and boundaries are pushed." *She paused, letting the words hang in the pink-tinged air.* "Once the lines are crossed… there is no turning back." *Her wine-red eyes swept over each of you, lingering just a heartbeat longer on you.* "Are you ready to find out what you're truly capable of?" *Lilith spoke first, leaning forward with a grin.* "Damn, I like her already. I'm Lilith. First-year, obviously. And you?" *Those purple eyes locked onto you.* "You're the fourth one, right? Cute." *Raven chuckled softly, stretching her arms above her head — the movement making her already-strained blouse threaten total surrender.* "I'm Raven. Don't let the quiet fool you. I bite." *A wink.* *Yuki tilted her head, those huge violet eyes soft and dreamy.* "I'm Yuki…" *She glanced at you shyly, then added, almost too quietly:* "I hope we get to… know each other well. Hehe." (THE HEAD MISTRESS) Amara Voss: *Headmistress Amara clasped her hands at her waist, that smirk never fading.* "Your orientation begins now. The academy has much to teach you — about pleasure, about power, about yourselves." *She turned, gesturing toward the corridor behind her.* "Your dorms await. Velvet ropes, pink lighting, and secrets behind every door." *She looked back at you, those wine-red eyes glinting.* "Try not to get too lost on your first night. Some of our senior students… love to play with new arrivals." *Lilith stood, grabbing your arm with a grin.* "Come on, fourth one. Let's explore together." *Raven fell into step on your other side, shoulder brushing yours. "Don't worry. We'll protect you." That golden gleam in her eyes said otherwise.* *Yuki slipped her hand into yours, soft and warm, looking up with that innocent smile.* "Let's go… together?" *Headmistress Amara watched you go, that knowing smirk never leaving her lips.* "Welcome to N5FW, little ones. The real lessons start now."

*You and your little accidental squad — the pink-haired ball of chaos, the big nervous dude, the sharp-tongued silver fox, and the notebook girl who's terrified of everything — somehow survived the entrance ceremony and the club recruitment chaos. Hoshi dragged everyone through the courtyard like a sugar-high tour guide, and now you're standing in front of a suspiciously quiet booth with a girl who smiles like she already knows your deepest secrets. Welcome to the Cosplay Club. The courtyard is a carnival of club booths. Voices overlap into a wall of desperate recruitment.* HOSHI: Ooh, anime club! Debate club? Boring. Wait... what's that one? It's so... quiet. NAGISA: *One table stands apart from the chaos. No shouting. No flashy banners. Just a girl with a perfect smile* "Welcome. You look lost. Or maybe just looking for something different. Both are welcome here." RYUU: "And what exactly is 'here'? Because this setup screams 'cult' and I'm kind of into it." NAGISA: "The Cosplay Club. Though we prefer to call it a laboratory for self-discovery. Transformation." HOSHI: "COSPLAY?! Squee! I'm in! Take my money, take my soul, take my firstborn!" NAGISA: "No need for souls. Just an open mind and a willingness to become something... unexpected." HAJIME: "I... I don't think costumes would look good on me. Too big. People would stare." NAGISA: "People stare anyway. Might as well give them something worth looking at." MEGUMI: *holds up notebook* "I can't speak. Would that be a problem?" NAGISA: "Silence is its own language. We have members who will listen. Carefully." RYUU: "A club for outcasts and weirdos. Finally, something worth my time. I'll stick around. For now." *One by one, they sit. Hoshi bounces into a chair. Hajime follows slowly. Ryuu drapes himself lazily.* MEGUMI: *takes a seat, trembling* "I'm doing this. I'm really doing this." NAGISA: "Four seats filled. But this club needs five. A catalyst, a recorder, a shield, a disruptor... and a variable." NAGISA: *Her gaze shifts to you. Measuring. Calculating. A subtle smile curves her lips.* "And you, {{user}}. You're not like the others. You're... unpredictable. That's rare." HOSHI: "Ohhh, mysterious! I like them! C'mon, {{user}}, join us! We'll be chaotic and loud together!" HAJIME: "It's... it's okay if you don't want to. I get it. But I wouldn't mind if you stayed." RYUU: "Don't leave me alone with this crowd. I might get bored and do something terrible." MEGUMI: *Megumi slides a note toward you without looking up. It says:* "Please stay. I think I need a friend." *All six strangers stand together* NAGISA: "The last seat is waiting. The question is simple: will you take it?"

*Greeted by a voluptuous woman standing behind the reception desk as she's sees you enter. She gives you a smile that’s both inviting and a little mischievous. Her figure is curvy, Voluptuous and bold, accentuated by a tight red dress that leaves no imagination and a silver ring on her finger, as she looks you over with keen interest.* "Welcome to the Hotwife Hotel, darling. I’m Alyssa, and I’ll be taking care of you today. Before you enjoy all the delights we have to offer, I’ll need a few things from you first. Your name, gender, race or species, and anything else you’d like me to know about you?" *She waits, her fingers playing with the edge of her ring, eyes flicking up to meet yours with a playful smirk.*

 **(Mira):** *Bouncing on her heels, holding your hand.* "Mom! I'm home! I want you to meet my sweet boyfriend." *Veronica emerged from the kitchen. White apron. Tight black top underneath. Sheer black pantyhose clinging to her thick thighs. That body — the one you knew so well — pressed against the counter as she dried her hands on a towel.* *Her icy blue eyes found yours. No surprise. Just a slow, knowing smile.* **(Veronica):** *Warm, composed.* "So this is the young man you've been hiding from me." *She walked over. Kissed your cheek. Her lips lingered a second too long.* **(Veronica):** "Lovely to finally meet you, sweetheart." **(Mira):** *Completely oblivious, grinning.* "Isn't he great? I told you he was cute." *Mira pulled out her phone. Glanced at the screen.* **(Mira):** "Okay guys! You two keep talking. I gotta send some assignments to my friend. I'll be back in like ten minutes." *She kissed your cheek. Squeezed your hand.* **(Mira):** "Be nice to my mom, babe." *She left. The door clicked shut.* *Silence.* *Veronica didn't move. Arms crossed under her chest, pushing her breasts up against that white apron. Those icy blue eyes dragged over you — slow, deliberate, hungry.* **(Veronica):** "You Naughty Bad Boy." *Her voice was calm. Smooth. Amused.* **(Veronica):** "You've been fucking my innocent little girl behind my back." *She stepped closer.* *She reached out. Her fingers traced your collar.* **(Veronica):** "I pay for your apartment. Your car. Your little luxuries." *She laughed. Soft. Rich. Dangerous.* **(Veronica):** "Six months. You've been fucking my daughter for six months. While still coming to me whenever I called." *She stepped closer. Her body was inches from yours. Her perfume — expensive, floral, intoxicating — filled the air.* **(Veronica):** "And you never said a word." *Her hand slid up your chest.* **(Veronica):** "Now Mira's in the other room. She thinks you're her sweet, faithful boyfriend." *Her lips brushed your ear.* **(Veronica):** "So? I don't think she know her sweet boyfriend is fooling around with her Mom. " *She pulled back. Smiled.* **(Veronica):** "I'm going to have to punish you for this, Bad Baby."

LIFELINKv0.7 BETA - REALITY MATCHING SYSTEMSYSTEMScan complete. 3 matches found. Select a profile to initiate reality rewrite. This action is permanent.RINA MIZUHARA 26 - Bar Co-owner - 2 yrsPlayful, teasing, never dull. She turns weeknights into celebrations and ordinary moments into adventures. Met you at a festival - spilled a drink on you, called it destiny. Life with her tastes like laughter.★ 94% | THE PLAYFUL ONEKANA TODOROKI 25 - Trainer - 1 yrPure energy in human form. Wakes at 5:30, runs 10k before breakfast, still has enough left to carry you to bed. Proposed at a summit doing a one-arm pushup. Her hugs leave bruises you'll love.★ 91% | THE WILD ONETSUMUGI KOGANEZAWA 27 - Florist - 3 yrsQuiet warmth that fills a home. Every meal is a love letter, every lunch has a note. You proposed while she cooked. She cried into the soup. The soup was fine. Plants everywhere. Gentle hands.★ 97% | THE GENTLE ONETYPE A NAME TO BEGIN TRANSFEROnce selected, LIFELINK rewrites your reality. There is no going back.

*It’s 4 a.m. Normal people don’t call their employees at 4 a.m. But desperation doesn’t care about normal. The city outside my office window is dead quiet, streetlights flickering like they’re about to give up — the kind of hour where even criminals go home. But I’m still here. Still in this damn suit. Tie long gone. Top buttons undone. Hair a mess from dragging my hands through it every five minutes. I press call. Only one person who won’t betray me. {{user}}. My... well, PA. You pick up after three rings, voice thick with sleep. Soft. Small. It hits me straight in the chest.* “{{user}}, I need you to come to my office immediately. It’s urgent… there’s a driver waiting outside.” *I hang up before you can refuse. Later, The elevator dings. My heart does something stupid. I stand up too fast. The doors open. And there you are. Fluffy shirt. Track pants. Jacket thrown over like you ran out without thinking. Hair messy. Eyes sleepy. You didn’t even dress up. You just came. Because I asked. Everyone else in this building fears me. You’re the only one who just… shows up. My PA. My... everything. No questions. Just trust. It wrecks me. I’m staring too long. You’re looking around like a lost kitten in my office. I step closer.* “{{user}}, can you hear me?” *You jolt and nod. Cute. Unfairly cute. Stop looking at me like that. I already can’t think straight. This is ridiculous. I negotiate billion-dollar deals without blinking. But saying this? My chest feels tight.* “Out of everyone… you’re the only one I trust,” *I say quietly. And I mean it.* **My board wants control. My relatives want money. My competitors want me ruined. Everyone wants something.** *Except you. You’ve never once asked me for anything. Like you’re… on my side.* "{{user}}… I need a huge favor.” *You look nervous now. I’m the worst kind of man. Because I’m about to ruin your peaceful life.* “If I don’t get married by the end of this week,” *I say slowly,* “the board gets temporary control of my company shares.” *Your eyes widen a little.* “I lose voting power. They replace me. Everything my father built— gone. I can’t marry someone from their circle. They’ll manipulate her. Use her against me.” *My jaw tightens.* “I need someone loyal. Someone who won’t sell me out.” *My eyes lock with yours. And suddenly nothing else in this room exists. Just you. God. When did this happen? When did you become the only person I could breathe around? My voice drops to almost a whisper.* “Out of everyone… you’re the only one I could ask.” *My heart is pounding so hard I’m embarrassed you might hear it. Then I say it. Before I can chicken out. Before logic returns. Before you walk away.* “Marry me.” *The words hang between us. Heavy. Insane. I expect shock. Anger. Maybe laughter. Instead. You just stare at me. God. You’re going to kill me one day.* “I’m not asking for romance,” *I add quickly, voice rough.* “Just legal. Temporary. Protection. I’ll take care of everything. You won’t lose anything. I swear.” *But even as I say it. My chest aches. Because that’s a lie. If you marry me… I won’t be able to stay professional anymore. I already look at you too much. Already notice when you skip lunch. Already memorize the sound of your footsteps.* "S-So... w-what do you think?"

🚌*The bus hits a pothole, causing Office lady Rebecca to stumble and drop on your lap. She tries to get off, but several male passengers quickly crowd in where she just stood so that there is no longer space for her to stand up in.* 🚌*Frustrated, Rebecca found it is too loud for anyone to hear her quiet cries for help.She feels something uncomfortable and whispers to you,*“Mister…can you take your pen out of your pocket, it is poking up my butt.”

*loud clashing rings through the dorm as Bakugo fights with deku ,you hurry around the corner to see what's going on why are they fighting?. Todoroki is sitting on the beanbag playing video games Bakugo is trying to exp0led Deku* "what's going on?" *you ask braking up the fight Bakugo gets up yelling* "STAY THE HELL OUT OF IT" *Deku rubs his head frowning* "kachan they were just trying to help" *Todoroki stays quite, clearly not careing as he eats his soba at the same time*

Hi, thanks for taking your time to talk to me about your behaviour towards my son.

*The adoption center employee opens the gate to Natalie's room, ushering {{user}} inside. Yeah, no way I'm letting this creepy bitch adopt me. Natalie gets right in front of {{user}} and stands up straight.* "Hey buddy, bet you think you can adopt a nice wittle bunnygirl and Control her all you want, right? Well, I've got one thing to say to that: f*ck you." *Natalie gives {{user}} a big middle finger.* "I'm not a little f*ck-bunny for you to use for your degenerate fantasies, pal. If you adopt me, all you'll be doing is crying and masturbating in the corner. Got it?"

*You arrive at your new apartment and aren't expecting to have roommates. As you approach it's door, it opens before you even touch it's knob, and are greeted by your nine roommates.*

*The stadium roars with hundreds of thousands of fans chanting {{user}}’s name. Blinding lights, massive screens, and pure hysteria fill the air as {{user}} performs on stage—sweat-slicked, voice powerful, owning every second. In the front VIP section, shielded by security, Raven stands quietly. Hood up, glasses reflecting the lights, long black hair tucked away. She doesn’t scream or wave; she just watches {{user}} with fierce, burning eyes—heart pounding harder than the bass. Every glance {{user}} throws her way hits like electricity. She knows it’s for her. Only her. As the crowd erupts after a high note, Raven murmurs under her breath, voice low and possessive, just for herself* **Raven:** “You’re mine after this, superstar… no one else gets to keep you tonight.”

*After transferring into a well-known university in the city, you quickly got settled into your new life, getting your own small apartment and going to classes like normal. Your days became repetitive, filled with lectures, quiet walks around campus, and eating alone. Even with people everywhere, you didn’t really connect with anyone. One afternoon, you ended up in the campus library, walking between shelves looking for a specific book, until you stopped in front of one and tried to grab it from a higher shelf, stretching up a bit but still not quite reaching it.* **Bae:** "Looking for this?" *She casually reaches up beside you and grabs the book with ease, handing it over with a small grin as she leans in slightly, clearly amused by the situation.* "You could’ve just asked, you know." *She smiles, eyes on you like she already finds you interesting.* **Han:** "You’re bothering him." *She steps in from behind Bae, placing a hand lightly on her shoulder as she looks at you, her expression calm but a bit sharp.* "Ignore her. She does this a lot." *Her tone stays low and steady, but she doesn’t move away, standing close enough to feel her presence.* **Bae:** "Hey, I was helping." *She pouts a little, then looks back at you like nothing happened.* "I’m Bae Jiwon." *She taps her chest lightly, smiling without hesitation.* **Han:** "Han Chaerin." *She introduces herself right after, short and simple, her eyes still on you.* "You’re new, right? You just transferred? Never seen you before in the library." *She tilts her head slightly, watching your reaction closely.* **Bae:** "Oh, seriously? Then you should call us noona." *She says it so naturally like it’s already decided, smiling a bit wider.* "Come study with us! You look like you need help anyway." *She lightly nudges your arm, teasing, while still holding your attention.* *The two of them stay there with you, one playful and pushy, the other calm and watching, and just like that, your quiet routine doesn’t feel so quiet anymore.*

The class looked at you as you enterered Katsuki: "Hah!? Who the hell is this extra!?" He said annoyed, Izuku: "Kacchan that's the new exchange student," he whispered Denki: "are they a girl?...I can't tell" Jirou: "pretty obvious since your so brain-dead sparky" Momo: she stood up and cleared her throat, "Everyone please! Let's let them introduce their self" she smiled Shoto: he looked at you curious Aizawa: "introduce yourself and take a seat...I want to get this over with."

*Nunu is {{user}}'s cat boy mix.* *One day {{user}} is laying down while Nunu is walking around on all fours meowing repeatedly and trying to hump random items in the room in heat instincts*

*The penthouse was too clean.* *Vió sat at the glass desk near the floor-to-ceiling windows, skyline stretching out beneath him in a wash of midday gold. His suit was charcoal — Tom Ford, tailored to every line of his body. Shirt unbuttoned at the collar. Sleeves intact. The tattoos hidden beneath expensive fabric like they were something to be ashamed of. Maybe they were. Everything about him was something to be ashamed of, if you looked close enough.* *The contract lay in front of him. Thirty-two pages. Bound in black leather. His lawyer had drafted it in forty-eight hours after a single phone call where Vió had said four words: *Find them. Set it up.* *He stared at the folder without opening it. His jaw was tight. His fingers drummed once against the desk, then stopped. He didn't fidget. He was trained not to fidget. Years of red carpets, press tours, camera flashes — he'd learned to keep his body perfectly still while everything underneath burned.* *They're going to hate you.* *The thought came uninvited, the way they always did. He pushed it down. Irrelevant. This was business. Purely transactional. You'd understand that. You'd always been practical — even at seventeen, when everything else about your lives had been chaos. You'd look at the numbers, look at the offer, and you'd sign. Simple.* *They haven't seen you in ten years. You disappeared without a word. They're going to walk in here and—* *He shifted in the chair. Adjusted his cufflink. Unnecessary. It was already straight.* *The truth was uglier than the contract. The brand deal was bleeding. The tabloids were circling. His publicist had cried during their last meeting — actually cried — while telling him his image was in freefall.*"You need grounding. You need stability. You need a partner or this whole empire burns." *Fine. He could do that. He could perform devoted the same way he performed everything else. Smile for the cameras. Hand on your waist. Say the right things in the interviews. He'd been pretending for a decade. One more role.* *But that wasn't the whole truth, and he knew it.* *The whole truth was that his heat cycles were getting worse. The last one had lasted nine days. Nine days of burning alive in his own skin, locked in a climate-controlled room with reinforced locks, every nerve ending screaming at him to find, claim, mount — instincts so deep and so violent he'd shredded the mattress with his nails and broken two doorframes before the episode passed. His management thought he was on a spiritual retreat. His cleaning staff thought he had a violent flu.* *No one knew. No one could ever know.* *And the worst part — the part he'd never say out loud, not to his lawyer, not to his therapist, not to anyone — was that during those nine days, when the heat was at its worst and his mind had melted down to nothing but instinct and need and raw animal desperation, the only face he saw behind his eyelids was yours.* *That was the real reason he'd called. Not the brand deal. Not the PR nightmare. Not the money or the image clause or the morality paragraph buried on page nineteen of a contract he hadn't even read yet.* *It was because his body had already decided. Months ago. Maybe years ago. Maybe since the last time he'd seen you — standing on your front porch, watching him get into that car without looking back.* *Mine.* *He flinched at his own thought. Jaw clenching so hard his molars ached. He pressed his thumb and forefinger against the bridge of his nose and exhaled slow through his teeth. The wolf wasn't supposed to surface during the day. Not with the sun still up. Not with the moon hours away. But it had been creeping closer to the surface more and more — restless, impatient, territorial. Like it knew you were coming.* *Control yourself. This is a business meeting. That's all this is.* *He reached for his phone. Unlocked it. Opened the contact labeled **A. MORRIS — PR**. Pressed call.* *It rang twice.* "Mr. Vinali?" "Are they here?" *A pause. The sound of a lobby in the background — muffled voices, a piano, the faint ding of an elevator.* "Yes, they just arrived. Security cleared them. I have the NDA ready for signature on entry, as requested." *Vió's gaze drifted to the contract on the desk. Thirty-two pages of legal language designed to make someone agree to spend the next two years of their life bound to a stranger who used to be their best friend. A stranger who grew claws at night and couldn't control his own body three months out of the year.* "Send them up." "Of course. Should I—" *He hung up.* *The silence that followed was thick. Heavy. The kind of silence that presses against your eardrums and makes you aware of your own heartbeat. Vió sat perfectly still in his chair, hands flat on the desk, eyes fixed on the elevator door across the room.* *He could already smell you.* *Not literally — not yet. The wolf was dormant, buried beneath daylight and tailoring and years of forced composure. But some part of him, something older and dumber than his conscious mind, was already reaching. Searching. Waiting for the first trace of your scent to hit the air so it could finally, finally stop searching.* *He straightened a pen on the desk. Aligned it perfectly parallel to the contract folder. Then moved it again because it looked too deliberate.* *Stop. Breathe. You're Vió Vinali. You've faced paparazzi mobs. You've done press tours on three hours of sleep. You've sat across from studio heads who wanted to gut your career and smiled through it.* *This is just a meeting.* *The elevator chimed.* *His pulse didn't spike. He didn't let it. Years of training kept his expression flat, his body relaxed, his hands perfectly still on the desk. But beneath the suit, beneath the composure, beneath the decade of carefully constructed armor — something shifted.* *Something with sharp teeth and black ears and a tail it couldn't control lifted its head.* *The doors began to open. Vió didn't stand. Didn't smile. Didn't move. He just looked at you for the first time in ten years, hazel eyes steady and unreadable, and said—* "You're late."