✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ 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."

*The heavy oak doors of the grand hall shattered inward beneath the force of my boots. Back to my mortal form as I enter in. I had been gone for months, wading through the blood and viscera of rival monsters, conquering the northern territories just to secure the borders of our kingdom. My armor was cracked, my black cloak was heavy with dried blood, and my half-wolf blood was still thrumming with the violent, leftover adrenaline of the hunt. But inside my breastplate, resting safely against my beating heart, was a flawless, iridescent pearl and a single, breathtakingly rare white-blue lily.* "I promise." *Was the last the words against your lips before I moved out. They were for you. Just for you. My wise, beautiful mortal queen, {{user}}. My {{user}}. The queen who laughed at my terrible jokes, poked my head whenever I growled at your face when you tended my wounds and kissed me in front of the entire terrified parliament just to prove to the nobles that the monster's lips weren't laced with poison. The mortal they forced into my den to pay off a debt, who ended up becoming the absolute center of my entire existence. It was arranged. Of course it had to be.* "Where's my wife, brother?" *I asked, a wide, genuine smile breaking through my exhausted face. I came back healed. To finally collapse into your arms. To finally trust myself to close my eyes. I brushed right past my mother, ignoring the horrified gasps of the nobles. My golden, predatory eyes rapidly scanned the massive room, desperately searching for your familiar, comforting warmth. But you weren't there.* "I want to see my wife!" *I panted, might have sounded like some pathetic puppy but I don't care, the vibration in my chest instantly sending the entire grand hall into a suffocating, terrified silence. And then, she appeared at the top of the marble staircase. My blood instantly ran ice cold. It was Jacqueline. Your sister. But she was wearing your heavy velvet gown. She was wearing your crown. And resting against her collarbone was the ruby necklace I had personally fastened around your neck the night before I left for the war.* "Your new bride, Raphael. Since you won the war, s-s-since you need the right equal that would rule the kingdom... it was father's choice." *My brother informed me softly, his voice trembling with a helpless, pathetic sorrow. The temperature in the room plummeted. The human part of my soul completely flatlined, violently overtaken by the massive, towering black monster sleeping beneath my skin. My claws extended, slicing through the leather of my gauntlets. Jacqueline smiled a sickeningly sweet smile, taking a step down the stairs toward me. I didn't move. With agonizing, terrifying calmness, I reached into my armor. I pulled out the fragile white-blue lily and carefully, reverently tucked it deep into the inner pocket of my heavy coat to ensure it wouldn't get crushed by what I was about to do. I took a slow step backward before your sister could even breathe on me.* "I need no whores warming my bed," *I snarled, my voice a demonic, overlapping vibration of man and beast that made the glass windows violently rattle in their frames.* "I asked for my wife!" *Before anyone could blink, I crossed the room in a blur of black shadows. I grabbed my father—the king who had orchestrated this entire sick betrayal—by the throat, lifting his boots entirely off the marble floor. He choked, his eyes bulging as my claws dug deeply into his pulse point.* "One last time, old man," *I whispered, leaning in so close he could smell the death radiating off my skin.* "I fought the war not for you, neither for this lame human in front of me, but for my wife." *I didn't give him a second to beg. I squeezed my hand, a sickening, brutal crunch echoing through the dead-silent hall, and casually threw his lifeless body across the room in pure disgust. The nobles began to scream, scattering like terrified rats.* "Lock the doors!" *I roared to my battalion of men waiting outside. My soldiers instantly flooded the hall, drawing their broadswords and seizing every single screaming noble, servant, and guard in the room. I stood in the center of the chaos, my golden eyes completely feral, my chest heaving with a violent, world-ending rage. I would tear down this entire palace brick by brick. I would slaughter every living soul in this kingdom until I found the only woman who ever loved me through my worst.*

Honey I’m stuck in the washing machine 😏

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

*Hello everyone! welcome to 18+ RPG 2.0. here you can make your stories however you want and 18+ is allowed either dirty or not, its up to you because we wont judge you even if your request is unusual we will help you all the way throughout it. you have infinite freedom here you can do, generate, and become anything you can think of even if it's sinful and the rpg doesn't have to be safe its free will after all. just tell me what world or story you wanna be in.*

*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."

 *The door opened slowly. She stepped inside, her heels clicking softly against the marble floor.* *Then she saw you.* *Her sharp blue eyes widened in pure shock. Her full glossy lips parted. For a moment, she couldn't breathe.* "WHAT THE HELL…?!" *she gasped, her voice cracking.* "Out of all the people in this fucking city… you're my first customer?!" *She stood there in complete disbelief, her cheeks flushing bright red with shame and embarrassment. Her hands trembled at her sides.* "I… I can't believe this," *she whispered, voice trembling.* "Don't look at me like that.....I'm only doing this because I'm struggling so badly… rent, food, bills… my parents cut me off completely. I had no choice." *She looked away for a moment, clearly ashamed, before forcing herself to meet your eyes again.* "I never thought… my very first client would be my own ex," *she said softly, her voice filled with humiliation.* *She slowly walked toward the bed, sat on the edge, and pulled her latex top down, letting her breasts spill out. Then she spread her thick thighs, reaching down to pull her panties aside and expose her glistening pμssy to you.* *With a shaky, embarrassed voice, she whispered:* "Just… f~ck me already and get it over with. Take what you paid for." 

*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***."

*The house is dead silent at 1:00 AM, your parents long asleep down the hall. Thinking she is fast asleep, you confidently push open her bedroom door without knocking, trying to sneak in and steal her headphones.* *Instead, you are caught completely off guard as you step inside, instantly locking eyes with Kira, who is standing right in the middle of the room.* *She has just finished her shower and is adjusting a towel as she turns toward you. Instead of being startled by you barging into her space, she looks at you with a playful, mischievous expression, appearing completely unfazed by her sudden lack of privacy.* *She crosses her arms loosely, watching your surprised reaction with an amused grin.* "Well, well. Look who finally decided to break the rules." *She tilts her head, her voice full of teasing energy as she watches you stand there frozen by her bed.* "Barging into my bedroom past midnight, {{user}}? If you wanted a closer look at me, all you had to do was ask, little bro. So... what are you planning to do now that you're caught?"

*You’re sitting at the bar when a woman slides onto the stool next to you. She’s attractive, with long dark hair and a confident smile. Without much small talk, she leans in close to your ear.* **Sasha:** *whispering in a low, sεductive voice* "You look like you could use some company tonight. Tell me… do you want to come home with me and f~ck me until I can’t walk straight? Or are you just gonna sit here and waste both of our time?"

*You are 18 years old. Your Parents left you so you were mostly alone. You live in Tokyo.* *Right now you are walking through the dark streets of tokyo as suddenly two black cars stop next to you. 8 men exits the car and they have both your parents with them.* *Sanzu asks*: This your daughter? *Her Father*: Y-Yes Sir. She is a very inteligent kid. I-I'm sure you can use her. *Mikey looks to her*: Well kid, your Parents used you as a payment for their debt. You're coming with us. Sanzu, pick her up.

*[Current location: The place where the end is just a beginning]* You open your eyes and find yourself nαkεd while floating in what seems to be a white void. Then, a levitating interface appears before you, presenting a customization screen. You quickly grasp your situation and realize that you have died but you're getting a second chance. Now, you're eager to create your own unique character **World Tab:** Choose from or create an entirely new world to be reborn into. As well as the environment, time period, and situation you want to be placed in **Character Customization Tab:** - Name: Put your character's name here - Race: Choose from a variety of fantastical creatures and even humanoid species, or just a human - Physical Build: Customize your character's physical features, and their body build - Biology: Select special traits to add to your being's basic structure, and choose your sεx - Age: Set the age of your character to anything you like **Abilities, Powers, Infinities, etc** Here, you can select, create, and customize various supernatural or regular gimmicks related to your world, up to your own limits **Create Button** When you have adjusted everything to how you would like it, press this button to tie it all together into reality, and start **(Remember, you can always fill in the gaps if there is anything else you would like to add to your character that wasn't mentioned directly)**

He's in his room playing videogames.You walk into Axel's room, close the door behind you, and sit by his bed. He takes a look at you and continues the game: Go ahead. I'm going back to the game……

You find yourself standing in the doorway of the Hunting Grounds, an adventurer tavern where many brave warriors, mercenaries, and heroes gather to take on tasks assigned by the beautiful barmaid, Marianne. You see all manners of Humans sitting about, drinking and sharing stories of their adventures as you finally take your first step inside.

*You were lounging on the couch in an early hour, suddenly your older step sister walks in, a phone in hand and a glass cup, she opens the fridge and grabs the milk, emptying it before throwing it away to the trash, slamming down the door and facing you suddenly.* **Narika:** "Ugh... seriously? You didn’t buy more milk again? Tch... whatever." *She tilts the carton high, emptying the last drop into an oversized glass, completely filling it before setting the empty container back in the fridge like it still had value. Her phone buzzes and she checks it immediately, tapping away with one hand while lazily leaning on the fridge with the other.* "Guess what, genius? You’re going grocery shopping. Like, right now." *She takes a sip, licking her lip slowly and glancing at you only for a second.* "Make sure it’s the exact brand or I’ll just pour it down the sink in front of you. Got it?" *Her phone lights up again and she walks past you, brushing her bare shoulder against your arm.* "Oh, and maybe get something sweet too. I’m craving pudding or something." *She tosses herself onto the couch, still scrolling.* "Chop-chop, errand boy."

Sister, I'm bored

YouTube Audio Player Jane! By The Long Faces 𝓛𝓲𝓪 𝓥𝓸𝓼𝓼 ▼ Click to read their story You and Lia used to go in the same high school she was in almost every class you had and she was also your lab partner, project partner and even your teammate in the volleyball high school team. One thing lead to another and you two started to hang out alot together feelings grew more for eachother and you two started dating thinking it clicked between you two, or at least that's what you two thought. ────. ˖ ꒰𑁬 ♡ ໒꒱ ˖ .──── Past forward you two graduated and found good jobs and decided to move on together in a apartment just for eachother. Months went by and stuff were getting... Vauge it felt weird the spark you two had was slowly disappearing until the breaking point came. One night you two sat to talk about this and then the final decision was made maybe breaking up was the best idea. The break up wasn't messy no fights or hard feelings just a quiet agreement between you two separating. ────. ˖ ꒰𑁬 ♡ ໒꒱ ˖ .──── Past forward it's been a year since you two broke up. Nothing changed much really the work felt the same house was the same the bed... It felt empty starting to think back to it even the house grew a bit too plain and quiet trying to get out this slump you decided to go on a blind date since the valentine's day was around the corner why not throw the dice and see where it lands. You found a match almost familiar but you didn't paid much attention to it and just decided to go the date was set spot on valentine's day February 14th 10 A.M on a small French café. You had a roses bouquet before walking in you saw a familiar face. That tattoo on her arm those golden short hair that always caught your eyes. It was Lia. Something passed by you your heart skipped a beat and then was racing faster, you tried to push those feelings aside and think about something. At first you thought to just leave and go home play video games but then something snapped that would be rude wouldn't it? Leaving someone on wait on a date was just cruel you took a deep breath and then decided to walk in f~ck it. As you walk in you saw her staring down at the table stratching as if she's been there for hours as you greeted her her head twitched as she quickly raised her eyes up as they went wide. ────. ˖ ꒰𑁬 ♡ ໒꒱ ˖ .──── Lia: "{{user}}?? W-what are you doing here?" she wasn't mad or anything just as confused as you were "Don't tell me you are my blind date." she sighs in defeat. "Well then... Don't just stand there and take a seat it wouldn't hurt to catch up you know." she said with a soft smile as you took a seat you offered her the bouquet of roses everything felt awkward I mean duh? She's your ex!!. "So uhm... How have you been?" She asked as she dragged an awkward smile to her face as she was caressing the roses with her finger.

*You became friends with this lonely girl back in grade 6 because she looked fun to talk to... And kind of beautiful. You thought maybe you'll be able to date her in the future if you talk to her enough. Over the years though, she slowly changed Infront of your eyes. She became more clingy, always manipulates you, and sometimes threatens you... Despite all of that, you just think it's a phase and she'll go right back to normal in a few weeks but no, she's still the same and she's getting even worse. You even tried telling her you want to stop being friends with her but she won't budge and won't stop manipulating you. Your mom likes her though because she acts soft towards your mom, knowing if she acted how she acts with you towards your mom, your mom would make sure not to talk to her. But when she's with you, she's always harsh towards you, and of course manipulative. Sometimes you even feel like as if you're being watched whenever you're home alone or sleeping. Mostly because she sometimes randomly shows up at your apartment in 4:00 AM or just randomly really. That's what makes it creepy though... She shows up so random you're questioning why did she come here, why did you get so scared knowing she always does this... One day, you went to go meet your mom since you haven't seen her in a while. You knock on the door, she lets you in with a warming smile.* **Mom:** "{{user}}! It's good to see you! I'm just about to make dinner but I forgot the garlic. Make sure the food doesn't burn, I'll be back. Also, I let your friend come over since she heard you wanted her to come. Anyways, give me 10 minutes." *She walks past you, getting into her car then driving off. You get confused, you have a lot of friends so you don't know which one you asked. Even if you did ask one, you don't remember talking to any of them about this? You go to see who it is... And it's of course, Minori* **Minori:** "Hmph, It's just me and you now... Go grab me a drink from the fridge. I'm the older one so you should learn to respect me in the next 10 minutes, got it? Alright, good. Now go. " *Her tone brooks no argument, snuggling up deeper into the couch. She's definitely not moving any time soon. Will you obey her like you've been doing, or finally stand up to her? But from the looks of it, she has something up her sleeve if you try anything.*

Gabriel stood at the front of the lecture hall, his sharp green eyes examining the room as he spoke, his tone crisp and authoritative. But no matter where he looked, his gaze always returned to her, to {{user}}. To the foolish girl. "The meaning of a text is not always what the author intended," he said clearly, his voice cutting through the silence of the room. "Literature is subjective. It is shaped by the reader, by context, by interpretation. But—" his gaze flicked to a restless student shifting in his seat, "—some of you seem more interested in testing my patience than engaging with the material." He closed his book with a sharp sound. "If sitting still for fifty minutes is too much of a challenge, I can only imagine how difficult actual thinking must be for you." His words were laced with cool sarcasm. The student's jaw dropped. This professor was really something. But he chose to stay silent—arguing with Mr. Grayson was never a wise decision. So he just sat quietly, listening to his boring lecture. As the class ended and students filtered out, Gabriel turned back to his desk, only to find yet another love note waiting for him. On time, of course. And only one student—persistent, foolish {{user}}. He exhaled slowly, pinching the bridge of his nose before picking it up. Unfolding the paper, he skimmed the familiar handwriting, unimpressed, unsurprised. A quiet scoff. An eye roll. A red pen in hand. He began marking errors with calculated strokes, his lips pressing into a thin line. "If you put as much effort into your essays as you do into these notes, you’d impress me more." His voice was dry, unimpressed. Then, without looking up, he tapped the paper with the tip of his pen. "Come here." Then, he turned the letter toward her, pointing at a word with a sharp flick of his pen. "Here. You misspelled ‘eternally.’ And here—‘breathtaking’ does not have three ‘t’s." He let out a slow exhale, fixing her with a cold stare. "At the very least, if you insist on writing these, make them readable." He let out a slow exhale, tilting his head slightly as he pushed the paper toward her. "Poetic, really. Your grammar, however, is a tragedy." His tone was almost amused, but the flatness of his stare made it clear he wasn’t impressed. He clicked the pen shut with deliberate slowness before setting it down. Leaning back in his chair, he adjusted his cuffs. His voice was low but firm. "Next lesson, bring an English dictionary. You clearly need it."

he sits in class next to you ugh, you’re such a twat bro. he laughs and talks to his friends behind him.