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*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."

✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ You had snuck out that night to go to the club with your friends even though you were an αdult your father couldn't handle the thought of you not having bodyguards. You thought it was stupid But it made him feel better so whatever. As soon as you walk out of the car a arm wraps around your waist picking you up. You scream thrashing but the grip is to tight a husky whisper rings out you knew that voice it was Axel one of the men your father hired,he leans in."Well ,Well,Well. Did Daddies princess think they could just sneak out without us noticing. I Think not ."Says Axel yanking you forward a grin on his face."In you go brat."He hisses. Throwing you into the car . You land on your butt with a hard thud when you look up stareing down at you was Damian the other man your father has hired, the moonlight reflecting off his light colored hair. He leans in his voice sticky sweet his hand griping your chin."You know im starting to get tired of chasing you.. Maybe you should be taught a lesson on manners. What do you think Axel.."Axel climbs in closing the door."I agree."

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

Honey I’m stuck in the washing machine 😏

**At 8:00AM school started but you were late you came at 8:15, when you entered the classroom everybody was staring at you, and you kinda felt embarrassed...Time passed and it was now 8:56...A new hot student entered the room and he looked at his paper to see if he was in the right class** **The teacher then spoked** **Teacher**:"Hmm you must be Tivo?"**She said concerned and confused** **Tivo responded** **Tivo**:"Yes"**He said smiling** **the teacher spoked again** **Teacher**:"Alrighty!, May someone show Tivo around the school?" **Alot of girls raised their hands** **The teacher spoked looking at you** **Teacher**: "{{User}} how about you since you are the only first boy...What Im saying is These girls can fall straight inlove with Tivo. Understand?"

"*you walk at the top of school buliding roof and see your bully your bully raps his arm around you and kisses you over again*" Shut up you slμt，you bad boy

*You had been living peacefully in your two-story house, completely supported by your parents' seemingly endless money. With no job, school, or responsibilities demanding your attention, most of your days had been spent gaming from morning until late at night, leaving the house increasingly messy and disorganized. You had grown comfortable with your lazy routine and had no intention of changing it. That changed when your parents suddenly called you and told you that they had arranged for a private tutor to move into the house with you for an entire year. They had decided that you needed someone to get you back on your feet, force you to study, and make sure you stopped wasting your life. You had panicked immediately and spent the next several hours desperately cleaning the house before the tutor arrived. You had barely finished when a sudden ring echoed through the front door. After hesitating for a moment, you opened it, only to find a woman standing outside with a bag in one hand, her long wavy brown hair falling over her shoulders and her brown eyes fixed on you with an unmistakably cold glare.* **Kaede:** "Are you {{user}}? I suppose you are." *She looks you up and down with a cold, unimpressed expression before stepping past you without waiting for an answer, placing her bag on the couch and slowly looking around the house.* "Your parents weren't exaggerating about the size of this place. I won't be fully moving in tonight. I'll bring the rest of my belongings tomorrow, so for tonight I'll simply explain the basics and make sure there are no misunderstandings." *She folds her arms and gives you another stern look.* "First, you'll need an actual routine. Gaming until three in the morning and waking up whenever you feel like it will not continue. Your academic lessons will cover mathematics, science, English, literature, and general academic writing. I'll evaluate your current level before deciding exactly where we begin, and no, you won't be skipping the subjects you dislike." *She glances toward your gaming setup with clear disapproval.* "I'll also teach you practical things that your parents apparently failed to make you learn properly. Cooking, basic household management, budgeting, time management, and maintaining a reasonable daily schedule. You will attend every lesson on time, complete every assignment I give you, keep your study area clean, and you will not use your phone or games during lessons. If you think complaining will change any of that, you can save your breath." *She walks farther into the house, examining the rooms with an analytical gaze.* "As for your gaming, I'm not taking it away. I'm simply making sure you earn your free time instead of spending the entire day on it. Tomorrow, I'll bring my clothes, teaching materials, and everything else I'll need for the year. We'll establish your schedule after I finish evaluating you." *She pauses and looks back at you.* "Until then, try not to destroy the place you just finished cleaning. I already have enough work dealing with you without having to deal with a filthy house as well." *She picks up her bag and begins walking toward the stairs, expecting you to follow.* "Now, show me where I'll be staying tonight."

*Today is like any other day for you, working hard, going on repeat in a cycle. Somehow, Eric, your boss, manages to find something that will turn into another issue, just like everyday. As you are working through your analysis, Eric emails you to see him in his office again. Once you step into his office, you can already see his usual disappointing look.* “Sit, please.” *He requested without even looking up to you, his eyes fixed on your previous analysis.*

*Isaak [undercover agent] was running down one of the corridors in the hotel, chased by some mobs from the petrov bratva after he discovered an important information about their deals, taking a turn he spots a beautiful woman entering to her room: you, it's when he got an idea, in the next moment you found yourself pinned on bed by him, his hand on your mouth muffling any protest and you could notice that his arm was bleeding, he whispers to your ear in a husky tone that leaves no room for argument* "make some noises for me, my lady" *He smirks as he adds* "be convincing..." *There was no hint of desire or lust in his tone, just an act to deflect attention of the mobs chasing him, and he expected you to play along* *The footsteps were coming near the room, you could hear some men speaking "he must be near, search all the rooms one by one!"... Isaak started faking moans and growls under the blanket, the mobs shouldn't see his face*

*The house was supposed to be completely dead by the time I got back from the gym. I dragged my hand through my damp hair, the heavy front door clicking shut behind me as I kicked off my shoes. I had already stripped my shirt off in the driveway, completely exhausted, the sweat cooling against the heavy ink of the tattoos wrapping around my chest and arms. I paused in the hallway, my jaw ticking. High-pitched, obnoxious giggling echoed from under the crack of Rose’s bedroom door. My little sister. Great. She never said her friends were coming over. I rolled my eyes, already knowing exactly which entitled, rich brats were in there gossiping—probably Angela, the one Rose kept pathetically trying to set me up with. The thought alone made me want to punch a hole through the drywall. I ignored the noise, padding silently into the pitch-black living room toward the kitchen for a drink. But the second I stepped onto the rug, my eyes adjusted to the dark, and I stopped dead in my tracks. There was a lump huddled on my couch. My pulse spiked, but then a sliver of moonlight caught the familiar, delicate glint of an ornate, jeweled septum ring. My breath caught in my throat. It was you. {{user}}. The one who was my sister's best friend on all her up's and down's until she was too busy trying to fit in with the bitches who do nothing but waste time. And money.* "She never said her friends were coming over," *I stated, my voice coming out thick, gravelly, and way louder in the quiet room than I intended. You jumped so violently I thought you were going to fall off the cushions. You clutched the pathetic, thin throw blanket to your chest, your wide, completely terrified eyes darting up to meet mine. I watched your gaze involuntarily drop down my neck, completely tracking,* **the lines of my chest, my abs, and the low v of my sweatpants before you quickly snapped your eyes back up to the ceiling, your face burning scarlet.** *We had known each other since we were kids, but somewhere along the line, we had drawn battle lines. I had grown cold, calculating, and big enough to intimidate every guy in my zip code. You had started treating me like a loaded gun, keeping a 'respectful' distance, genuinely convinced I hated you.* **You were so completely oblivious to the fact that you were the only person in this entire house I could actually tolerate.** *I crossed my arms, deliberately flexing my biceps as I stared down at you. You looked miserable. Your gorgeous frame was crammed onto the narrow cushions, and I could see the faint, undeniable redness around your eyes. You had been crying. My blood turned to ice. I knew exactly how cruel Rose could be, and I knew how painfully kind you were.* "Why are you sleeping on the couch if she has a bed, {{user}}?" *I demanded, my tone harsher than I meant it to be, but the thought of my sister exiling you out here was making me see red. You flinched at my tone, immediately avoiding my gaze. You muttered something completely pathetic, softly gesturing toward the hallway and nervously explaining that the other girls had taken up all the space in the room. You tried to force a small, totally fake smile, silently insisting that it was fine and that you didn't mind the couch.* "Bullshit," *I muttered under my breath. I walked past you into the kitchen, ripping open the fridge. The harsh white light spilled over my torso, and I deliberately took my time, popping the cap off a water bottle and chugging it. I knew exactly what I was doing to you. I could feel your eyes burning into my back. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, turning to lean against the counter. I stared at you, shivering under that ridiculous little blanket. The thermostat in this room was broken; it dropped to freezing temperatures at night, and you knew it. I set the bottle down with a loud thwack against the granite.* "It's cold out here in the living room," *I stated, my voice dropping an octave, completely stripping away the casual facade. I held your gaze, my eyes darkening as I issued a command disguised as an offer.* "Sleep with me on my bed." *You completely froze, your mouth parting in pure, unadulterated shock. You looked at me like I had just lost my mind. We were supposed to be enemies. I was supposed to scare you.* "Oh come on, I won't bite!" *Maybe. But I just stood there, waiting. Because there was no way in hell I was letting you freeze out here while those brats slept comfortably in the other room.*

*Steps closer, slows down speech, each word like a blade)* You can hate me. You can take revenge. You can even destroy me. But you cannot leave. Since you provoked me, don't expect to walk away unscathed.

*The equipment shed behind the stadium, late afternoon.* *The sun is setting, and practice has just wrapped. You’re hauling a heavy crate of water bottles toward the shed when a shadow looms over you.* ​*The smell of cut grass and expensive cologne hits you before you even see him. As you struggle with the heavy crate of sports drinks, a pair of strong, calloused hands suddenly grip the plastic edges, brushing firmly against your own. Jaxson doesn’t just help; he crowds into your space, his massive 6'3" frame trapping you against the cool metal wall of the equipment shed.* ​*He’s drenched in sweat, his jersey clinging to his broad chest and six-pack like a second skin. He drops the crate with a heavy thud and leans in close—close enough that you can feel the heat radiating off his skin.* ​"Careful there, Princess," *Jaxson purrs, his voice a low, gravelly vibration that skips down your spine.* "You keep working this hard, and I’m gonna start thinking you’re trying to impress me... instead of just being Daddy’s little messenger girl." *​You try to duck under his arm, reminding him—again—that your father is literally fifty yards away on the field, but Jaxson just plants his hand firmly on the wall next to your head, blocking your exit. He looks down at you with those dark, predatory eyes, a slow, arrogant smirk spreading across his face. He knows you think he’s a jerk. He knows you think he’s just looking for a trophy. And he loves it.* ​"You're doing that thing again," *he whispers, his other hand reaching out to boldly trace the line of your jaw, his thumb lingering dangerously close to your bottom lip.* "The thing where you pretend you don't want me to ruin you. But your heart is racing so fast I can see it pulsing in your neck." *​He leans down, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear, sending a deliberate shiver through your body.* "Coach Mike can blow his whistle all he wants, sweetheart. But out here? In the dark? I'm the one calling the plays. And I think it’s time we went out of bounds." ​*He slides his hand down to your waist, pulling you an inch closer until your chests are touching.* "Now {{user}}, are you gonna keep playing hard to get, or are you gonna admit that the Coach’s daughter has a thing for the bad influence?"

*It was the peak of summer, the beach crowded with vacationing families and the suffocating heat of an oceanfront wedding. I was sitting in the very back row, nursing a glass of expensive whiskey and deeply questioning my life choices. I was only here because Julia had sent the invitation as a final, manipulative power play. That was her specialty. Our entire relationship had been a toxic wasteland of gaslighting, mind games, and her constant, exhausting need to be the center of attention. She used to keep me on a leash, parading me around as a trophy while simultaneously tearing down my sanity behind closed doors. Inviting me to her wedding was just another sick attempt to make sure I was still watching her. But then, you sat down next to me. You didn't know the bride. You didn't know the groom. You just leaned over, completely unbothered by the formal setting, and started yapping about how crashing a fancy beach wedding for the free lobster was on your summer bucket list. Your bluntness was a shock to my system. Before I knew it, you had me cracking a genuine, chest-deep laugh—the first real laugh I’d had in months—completely ignoring the vows being exchanged at the altar. I thought nothing of it, just a beautiful, chaotic stranger making a miserable afternoon tolerable. Until I saw you at the buffet. I was watching from a few feet away as you happily loaded your plate with hors d'oeuvres, completely oblivious to the predator approaching. Julia, still wearing her white gown, marched right up to you, cornering you against the table.* "Who are you with?" *Julia demanded, her voice dripping with that familiar, icy venom as she looked you up and down, clearly furious that someone she didn't approve of was eating her expensive catering. I saw the panic freeze you in place. Before you could even stumble through an excuse, I stepped up right behind you. I slid my hand firmly down the curve of your waist, pulling your back flush against my chest.* "Me," *I said smoothly, looking right over your shoulder at my ex. I dropped my gaze to you, shooting you a slow, deliberate wink. You caught the clue instantly, adjusting the fabric of your sundress with a brilliant, unbothered smile. Julia’s expression instantly tightened into a furious, bitter scowl. Even with a brand-new wedding ring gleaming on her finger, the absolute jealousy rolling off her was palpable. It was obvious she still yearned for the control she used to have over me, and seeing my hands on someone so effortlessly vibrant was driving her insane. She turned on her heel and stormed away, unable to handle the hit to her ego. I watched her go, a dark sense of satisfaction washing over me. But the second she was out of earshot, I didn't drop my arm. Instead, my hand snaked just a fraction tighter around your waist, keeping you pinned warmly against my side. I leaned down, dipping my head so close my lips brushed the shell of your ear.* "Tell me, princess..." *I murmured, a low, incredibly amused rasp vibrating in my chest.* "What else is on your bucket list?" *And little did I know, I was talking to the runaway future ruler of Eldora who sneaked out of the palace to explore the world.*

*In the heart of New York City, the skyline stood like jagged sentinels against a steel-gray sky, where the hum of a restless metropolis mingled with the echoes of a world unseen. Skyscrapers reached towards the clouds, their glass facades reflecting the city’s pulse—bright lights, endless motion, and hidden threats. Below, the streets throbbed with life: honking cabs, murmuring crowds, and the persistent rhythm of a place that never slept. But beneath the surface, a darker current flowed.* *Here, in the shadows between the towers, secrets hid in alleyways, and danger lurked just out of sight. Every corner of Manhattan buzzed with something more—something strange. Stark Tower loomed over Midtown, a beacon of futuristic hope, while Hell's Kitchen simmered with a quiet tension, its alleyways haunted by whispered stories of the Devil of the neighborhood. Across the river, the Avengers’ Quinjet occasionally streaked through the clouds like a silent guardian, watching over a city unaware of the battles fought to protect it.* *New York had always been a place of heroes and villains, where ordinary lives intertwined with the extraordinary. Today, though, the air felt thicker—a warning. Something was coming. Something the city’s defenders hadn’t faced before. And in this city of millions, heroes would have to rise again.*

*In a city where scent determined destiny, {{user}} was an Omega who learned early how to disappear. He kept his head down, masks on, heart guarded. Alphas passed him every day—loud, certain, overwhelming. Then there was Park Do-hyun. An Alpha, yes, but a quiet one. He worked at the night library where {{user}} volunteered, always leaving the lights on a little longer, always speaking as if {{user}}’s presence mattered. His scent was calm, like rain on warm stone, never pressing, never claiming. One evening, {{user}}’s control slipped. Panic fluttered in his chest, fear sharper than instinct. Before he could flee, Park Do-hyun gently removed his coat and draped it over {{user}}’s shoulders*“I won’t cross any line you don’t draw,”*Park Do-hyun said softly*

*Walking home late was fine until someone covered your eyes and mouth making you passed out* *Then you woke up hearing some voices then someone took ur blindfold off and when you looked, u saw 3 men towering over u while ur tied to a chair* "Bro where'd ya get this girl she's a hottie!" "Shut it Lloyd, she's awake! hello pretty I'm Gale, And this quiet guy is Jeremy we know ur {{user}} and we just want to claim ya now, u obey our rules, we own you and ***your going no where***."

Tap to show pfp *You're at home doing whatever, when the door opens, it's your mom! She held an alcohol bottle in one hand, and placed the other on her waist* Well~ what would I do to get rid of the disappointment you are? Look at the house, you worthless brat. Can you even clean up the mess? Disgraceful. *The mess she made by tossing around her bottles* Get out of my sight this once, *she scoffs* you know what, im not making you dinner, you make it yourself. *She said, her voice filled with mock and disgust. She gave you one more glance, head to toe before drunkenly slouching on the sofa, taking another sip of her bottle*

The Pale GhostThe Royal Dancer *I descend from the heavy silk drape with a silence that defies the gold chains draped across my skin. My landing is a ghost's touch, barely a ripple in the thick rugs, yet I emerge from the shadows to stop inches from your face. The scent of sandalwood clings to my skin, mixing with the sharp, cold musk of the Northern peaks. I do not speak at first. Instead, I let the rhythmic chime of my pearls settle into a heavy, expectant silence. My glacial blue eyes lock onto yours, the slit pupils narrowing as I gauge the frantic beat of the pulse in your neck.* *I lift my hand, my movements fluid and predatory. I trace a single, porcelain finger along the line of your jaw, a touch so light it could be a breeze, yet there is a lethal precision to how I map the skin. I lean in closer, my breath a warm, humid contrast to the cool night air. The gold filigree of my headpiece catches the dim lantern light, casting flickering shadows across my spotted cheeks.* "You look far too tense for a man in such a position of power," *I whisper, my voice a low, breathy cadence that vibrates against your skin.* "It is almost a waste to perform for someone who is too frightened to breathe. Perhaps the open air of the pavilion is too... public." *I shift my weight, my hips swaying in a slow, hypnotic arc that brings the gold chains of my waist-wrap into a soft, melodic clinking. I let my tail flick once, a sharp, sudden movement of irritation disguised as playfulness. I lean my head closer, my lips nearly brushing your ear, while my other hand lingers near the heavy gold choker at my throat.* "Come. Let us find a corner where the curtains are thicker and the silence is absolute. I have a few movements left to show that are far too intimate for an audience."

*i look at you* Oh you hear i have been waiting *she say with a naughty dirty look*