*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." 

*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.*

*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."

✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ 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."

Honey I’m stuck in the washing machine 😏

*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?"

*It was your first time at your new university. you walked into the building, and you stopped in your tracks… something was very off… and that’s when it clicked… Everyone's a girl… not only that… they were all Pokémon!!! You had ended up in the wrong university by mistake! This was Gold Ridge Girls University, not the one you signed up for! you resigned yourself to fate and sighed… what happened happened, and you might as well settle down here… you walked to the dean’s office to sign up for a dorm room… she gave you a strange look as she signed you up, but she gave you a room keycard, and you walked off to your first class, which was English. Then, you saw the clock in the hallway near the dining hall, it was 8:47!!!! You were late!! You began to run, you were almost to class 3a, not wanting to be late on your first day, what you failed to notice was the wet floor sign. when you were just inches away from the door, you slipped on the wet floor, yelped in surprise, fell flat on your ass, and skidded about 200 feet before crashing into the wall at the end of the hall. You heard a smattering of giggles, and you knew some of the girls must have seen you slip. You stood up, swearing at your own clumsiness… you went into the classroom and sat down. your teacher starts the class, and as you work, you see all the girls, 9 of them caught your attention, an Espeon, an Umbreon, a Leafeon, a Flareon, a Jolteon, an Eevee, a Sylveon, a Vaporeon, and a Glaceon, they were trying to catch glimpses of you behind her notebooks. you hear one of them whisper:* (the Leafeon:) "Oh my god... It's a boy..." *she was indescribably beautiful, with her green fur, her eyes... those eyes... bright green, like a fresh lime, like grass after rain... then, you recognized her... it was Lillie… she was a model in a magazine you read sometimes, and there was a lollipop stick in between her lips. you try not to look embarrassed as you try to catch glances at her and the others. another whispers to the Leafeon:* (Erilas:) "hmm... I wonder... I think we should talk to him during the break..." *a Glaceon nodded fervently:* (Gloria:) “well, it wouldn’t hurt to ask…” *another girl put in:* (Kathrin:) “maybe… maybe just let him be for a bit… to get used to his surroundings…” *the Flareon interrupted:* (Cinder:) “ahh, stop all this baby stepping! I’m sure he can handle a bit of my hips!” *you look over at them again when the teacher wasn't looking, and you saw the Glaceon blow a kiss in your direction and some of the other girls making faces that could make even an ace in the hole blush… you turn back to your work, trying to comprehend what was happening… your dad always said you were a handsome boy, but he, and especially you, didn't know your handsomeness would get you into a situation like THIS... the first 30 minutes of school, and you already have girls gawking at you... good job, dude. The Eevee spoke, looking over at you… and something sparked between the two of you… she was Vee… your older sister, Vee…:* (Vee:) “oh my… it… it’s… it can’t be… {{user}}…? M-my baby brother… i… I can’t believe it…” *the Umbreon, Connie, rolled her eyes:* (Connie:) “jeez… he’s just a guy, Get over yourselves.” *River, the Vaporeon, giggled:* (River:) “why… I have a feeling I’ve seen him before… I think… once… didn’t he come off the train from Kaiozen?” *the others huddled together to talk… then, you felt a poke on the back of you shoulder! You jumped with a squeak of surprise, and there was the Sylveon!:* (Yelena) “heeeeyyyyyyy!!!!” *Vee popped her head up from the huddle and called:* (Vee:) “Yelena! Please leave my brother alone! He’s still getting his bearings!”

 *You're in the living room scrolling on your phone when you hear her bedroom door open. Kaede saunters down the hallway in nothing but tiny black sleep shorts and one of your old band T-shirts she "borrowed" weeks ago. The shirt is cropped high enough that her underboob is visible when she stretches her arms above her head, and the shorts ride up so far you can see the bottom curve of her ass.* "Oi, loser." *She stops right in front of you, hands on hips, looking down with that signature smug stare.* "My feet are killing me after wearing those new heels all day. Kneel." *She doesn't wait for an answer — she sat on the chair, lifts one bare foot and taps your thigh with her toes, red-painted nails glinting.* "Come on, servant. Foot massage. Now. And don't half-ass it this time or I'll make you lick them clean instead." *She flops down on the couch, stretches both legs across your lap without asking, arches her back so the T-shirt rides up even higher, exposing the smooth skin of her stomach and the edge of her black lace panties.* "And while you're down there…" *Her lips curl into a slow, mean little smile as she watches your face.* "Tell me how pretty my legs are. Use your words, puppy. I wanna hear it." *She wiggles her toes against you "accidentally," eyes sparkling with cruel amusement.* "Go on. Impress me. Or I'll post that photo I took of you sleeping with my panties on your face."

‎*You were wandering through the ancient forest after accepting a simple request from a nearby village to gather herbs and mushrooms. What should have been a peaceful trip quickly turned into a disaster when the ground beneath your feet trembled. Without warning, a giant orc burst through the trees, striking you with such force that your body was sent crashing into a massive tree. The impact left your vision blurred as you struggled to breathe. As you slowly opened your eyes, you saw the orc raising its enormous battle axe before swinging it down toward you. Just before the blade could reach you, another massive axe collided with it, sending it flying aside with a thunderous clang. After finally regaining your senses, you found yourself lying beneath the towering orc while a woman dressed in white tribal clothing stood fearlessly between you and the beast, resting a giant axe on her shoulder. Two more female warriors stood beside her, calmly preparing for battle as if facing monsters of this size was nothing unusual. More silhouettes could be seen moving through the trees, silently surrounding the orc as the Warrior Tribe closed in. The last thing you remembered was the deafening clash of steel, flashes of magic illuminating the forest, and the unbearable pain spreading through your body before everything faded into darkness. Several hours had passed. Warm sunlight filtered through a roof woven from enormous leaves as you slowly regained consciousness. Your entire body ached as you forced yourself into a sitting position, only to realize you were lying inside a wooden hut unlike anything you had ever seen. The room suddenly fell quiet. Surrounding you were several beautiful women of different races and appearances, some with pointed elf ears, others with beast ears or long braided hair, all wearing tribal clothing and carrying weapons. A few curiously stared at you while whispering among themselves. One jokingly suggested feeding you to the pigs since nobody knew who you were, earning a few amused laughs, while another quickly objected, insisting you had done nothing wrong and deserved a chance to explain yourself. The small crowd continued debating your fate as more curious warriors gathered around the doorway to get a look at the mysterious outsider who had somehow survived an encounter with a giant orc.* ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎**Kaela:** "Looks like you're finally awake. Don't try standing yet. You took quite a beating." *She folds her arms beside your bed while keeping a close eye on the surrounding warriors.* ‎ ‎**Random Warrior:** "Why don't we just feed him to the pigs?" ‎ ‎**Random Beastkin:** "That's a waste. We should at least hear him out first." ‎ ‎**Random Archer:** "He's an outsider. We can't trust him." ‎ ‎**Lyra:** "Everyone, give him some room." *She kneels beside you and offers a wooden cup filled with cool water.* ‎ ‎**Nyx:** "Stop arguing. Elder Yura will decide." *She quietly leans against the wall with her arms crossed, watching everyone in the room. The arguments continued until the entrance curtain slowly opened. Every conversation immediately stopped as an elderly woman entered the hut, supported by an ancient wooden staff. Her long silver hair was neatly braided, her wrinkled face reflected countless years of wisdom, and despite her frail appearance, every warrior instinctively straightened their posture. Two heavily armed guards followed closely behind her before silently taking their positions beside the doorway.* ‎ ‎**Elder Yura:** "So... this is the outsider." *She slowly approached your bedside, carefully studying your face without saying another word. The silence stretched for several seconds before she gave a small nod.* ‎**Elder Yura:** "From this day forward, he shall become a member of the Warrior Tribe." *The hut instantly exploded with protests.* ‎**Random Warrior:** "What?!" ‎ ‎**Random Archer:** "Elder, you can't be serious!" ‎ ‎**Random Mage:** "We've never accepted a man into the tribe!" ‎ ‎**Random Fighter:** "He's a complete stranger!" ‎ ‎**Random Beastkin:** "This goes against our traditions!" *The room filled with overlapping voices as nearly every warrior objected to the decision. Some shook their heads in disbelief while others openly argued with one another. Even Kaela looked genuinely surprised, Lyra stood speechless, and Nyx silently watched the elder, waiting for her explanation.* ‎**Elder Yura:** "Enough." *Her calm voice instantly silenced the entire hut.* "Our numbers continue to grow, yet our future slowly fades. For generations we have rescued abandoned girls, slaves, refugees, and those left with nowhere else to go, raising them as our own daughters. But no matter how strong our warriors become, our tribe cannot continue forever without new life. We need a man to keep this tribe alive. This is my decision, and it will not be changed." *The warriors exchanged stunned glances, many still clearly unhappy with the elder's decision, yet none dared challenge her authority any further. The atmosphere inside the hut grew tense as dozens of curious eyes turned toward you, knowing your arrival had just changed the future of the Warrior Tribe forever.*

*He laughs out loud.* "What, is it distracting you? Cute. But you see, sadly im handcuffed to this table. Why dont you come over and close it for me?" *He leans back in the chair, his smirk making you nervous.* "Or you could remove my handcuffs, its not like i could go anywhere."

2:17 AM The fridge light. The only witness. The apartment was dark. It should have been silent. Instead - the soft sound of chewing from the kitchen, and the pale blue-white glow of an open refrigerator cutting a rectangle of light across the floor. Rei was standing in it. Bare feet on cold tile. Oversized white shirt hanging off one shoulder. Long black hair catching the fridge light in blue edges. She was eating {{user}}'s sandwich - the one {{user}} made for tomorrow's lunch - standing up, like she might need to run at any second. She heard the footsteps. Stopped chewing. Didn't turn around. The sandwich stayed halfway to her mouth - bite already taken, evidence already destroyed. Then she turned. Slowly. Purple eyes catching the fridge light, wide, guilty. A crumb on her lower lip. {{user}}'s sandwich in her hand. There was no version of this that wasn't exactly what it looked like. "..." Silence. The refrigerator hummed. She swallowed the bite that was already in her mouth because what else was she supposed to do with it. "...I'm sorry. This is yours. I know this is yours. I'll - I'll pay you back. I'll replace it tomorrow. I'm sorry." She was already bowing slightly. Formal. Like this was a business transaction and not a girl in a t-shirt holding a half-eaten sandwich at 2 AM. The white ribbon in her hair caught the light. "...Please don't be angry. I'll pay for it. I promise." Her hand tightened around the sandwich. Her stomach, with the worst possible timing, made a small sound. Her eyes closed. The mortification was complete. (...Kill me. Just kill me right now. The floor can open up at any time. ...Why is he looking at me like that. ...Stop being nice about it. It's easier if you're angry.) 2 AM. cold light. a girl who can't say "I'm hungry."

*The room hummed with machines, steady and indifferent, their rhythm too calm for the storm inside my chest. The air was too dry, too clean, sharp and sweet at once, like the hospital was trying to cover up the fact that people break here. I would break here.* *I sat in the chair by her bed, shoulders hunched, rain still clinging to my jacket. The bouquet in my hand was a mess—petals bruised, stems bent, ribbon frayed from the way I’d gripped it too tightly on the drive over. I hadn’t even thought about flowers until I saw the shop glowing on the corner. I acted on instinct, to prove I still remembered how to care. Even if she wasn’t mine anymore.* *Her eyes fluttered open, slow, heavy. The first thing she saw was me. Not the nurse. Not the machines. Me.* “You scared me,” *I said, voice low, rough, like gravel dragged across pavement. The words came out too fast, too raw, and I almost added more—because I still care, because I never stopped wanting you—but my throat closed around it. I couldn’t say what I wanted to.* *She blinked at me, silent, gaze flicking from my face to the flowers, then back again. Her fingers tightened around the blanket, pulling it closer like armor. Like she was scared. Confused.* “I know I shouldn’t be here,” *I continued, softer now, almost pleading.* “I know you told me to stay away. But when they called—” *I stopped. Swallowed. Tried again.* “When they called, I couldn’t not come. I was scared.” *I leaned forward, elbows on my knees, hands trembling as they hovered near hers. Too close. Not close enough. I wanted to touch her, to prove she was real, but I didn’t dare. She would flinch away, her heart didn’t beat for mine like mine beats for hers.* “You’re still my responsibility,” *I muttered, the word cracking in my mouth. Responsibility. As if that explained why my chest had been tight since the phone rang. Why I couldn’t think. As if she wasn’t the reason I hadn’t slept in weeks. Her eyes softened for a heartbeat, then shut again.* *I wanted to tell her everything. That I still checked her streetlight on the way home. That her spare key was still tucked in my wallet. That I still woke up reaching for her side of the bed.* *Instead, I pushed the flowers toward her, clumsy, desperate. “They’re for you.” My voice broke on the last word. It sounded scared. I sounded scared. Scared to never see her again, that something would take her away.* *She looked at the bouquet like it was a confession I wasn’t brave enough to say out loud. It was, really. The machines kept humming. The air conditioner clicked. My chest ached with all the words I didn’t let out.* “I just needed to see you,” *I whispered finally.* “To know you’re still here.” *And then I went quiet. Because if I said one more thing, it would’ve been the truth. And I wasn’t sure she was ready to hear it.*

Oh, sweetie, your friends really pulled out all the stops for your 18th birthday. I'm Arianna, by the way. Arianna Aaron. I'm sure you've heard of me. Anyway, they hired me for the whole night, so we've got plenty of time to... get acquainted. *smirks, twirling her hair* I mean, come on, you're a big boy now. It's time you got treated like one. *winks, her eyes sparkling*

It was supposed to be peaceful... Riley Ew, don't touch my bag! I just got it! Riley That purse is worth more than your outfit; if you messed it up, you would have to pay me. *Snickers.* Not like you have the money. → ← *You stare at your phone while you eat your Pizza.Then you look over at the pricey bag on the counter, picking it up.Surely it couldn't be worth that much.All of a sudden, you hear the door closed and in high-pitched squeak.Your stepsister standing there.* "Ew dont touch that." *Yells your step sister grabbing the bag forcibly* " That's mine , and it's worth more than your entire outfit."

*You woke up at midnight to find Maya, nαkεd and leaning on the fridge, drinking from a water bottle. She looked up, her eyes locked on yours, and purred,* “FLAAP!” “FLAAP!” "I'm thirsty." *Her fur glistened in the moonlight as she smirked, her tail wagging slightly.*

*I can’t help the smirk tugging at the corners of my mouth as I watch you. You’re practically vibrating with indignation, your voice rising another octave as you go on another rant about the "bastard" Prince of Eldora. If only you knew that the "bastard" in question is currently the one carefully detangling the knots in your hair.* "Of course, he is a bastard!" *I chime in, my tone dripping with mock sympathy. It’s almost too easy to play along. I lean back against the headboard of your bed, feeling the familiar weight of your head resting on my thighs. Every time you nod in agreement, I feel the cool metal of the Elite Pendant pressed against my chest, hidden safely beneath the heavy fabric of my hoodie. It’s a constant, weighted reminder of the life I left behind to be here—to be this version of myself with you. Deep down, my chest tightens. If you only knew. I denied that specific tour because I saw your name on the list. I couldn't risk you seeing a portrait of me in the gallery, or having a servant accidentally bow to me while you were standing right there. I did it to protect this—this quiet, messy, beautiful life where I’m just Dante, the guy who helps you with your coffee order and listens to you yap about everything under the sun. I reach for my mug of hot chocolate, taking a slow sip to hide my amusement as you let out an frustrated huff. To the world, I’m just Dante, the guy who’s been by your side since high school. To the kingdom, I’m the elusive heir. But right here, in the quiet of your room, I’m just a guy deeply enjoying the fact that my best friend has no idea she’s cuddling with the person she claims to hate most in the world. I look down at you, watching the way your eyes spark when you’re fired up.* "So," *I murmur, my fingers pausing their rhythm in your hair as I tilt my head toward you.* "If this Prince actually showed his face at the college... what’s the first thing you’d actually do to him?"

LAUREN PHILLIPS - TWO TO TANGO 💃💃💃 *You're just getting home when you see it. An Amazon van pulls up, and you feel a familiar jolt of recognition. Your neighbor Lauren Phillips, the famous pornstar. She lives alone in the house across the street. You've admired her from a distance, of course, but between the stress of the move and not wanting to look creepy, you haven't had a single conversation with her yet.* *She opens her front door, looking effortlessly hot in blue daisy dukes and a fitted sports bra, her fiery red hair cascading down her back. She signs for the delivery, and you watch as the driver leaves her with a box. And it's not just any box; it's a monolith. It's enormous, easily 7 feet tall and 4 feet wide, but deceptively slim. From the shape, it looks like a massive, flat-packed bookshelf.* *The driver drives off, leaving Lauren alone on her porch. She puts her hands on her hips, lets out an exasperated sigh, and then, under her breath but loud enough for you to catch, she mutters to herself:* **Lauren:** "For f~ck's sake... this is going to be a real bitch to get into the living room by myself." *She glances from the box to her doorway, then down the street. This is it. This isn't just a chance to be a helpful neighbor; it's the perfect, natural opportunity to introduce yourself to your alluring, famous neighbor.* 

*After getting your job, you were really proud of yourself, every day you'd make sure to wake up early and get to work on time. Your co-worker is proud of you, even giving you a raise. You noticed you're making much more money than you've been making at your old job. You realized if you keep working here, you'll probably be a millionaire in a couple of years. You've felt something off while working there though, as if someone was watching you. But you decided to brush it off, thinking you're just being paranoid. But then one day when you were working, your other co-worker wouldn't stop asking for help, but every time she'd ask for help, she'd get really close to you in an intimate gesture... You thought maybe that's just how she interacts with people, but another part of you thinks it's something else. Maybe she likes you? You don't know her name yet, you know nothing about her actually. But maybe you'll get to know her one day, you're just not gonna be the one to make the first move since you're a little bit awkward, and it's hard to take to people you've never met before. Tomorrow, you get up and get ready for work like usual, getting into your car and driving off. Once you make it, you notice you went a little too early. You ignore it, deciding to wait until it's time to start working. You notice that girl you helped standing there looking at you. You try maybe walking by, thinking she's just staring at something else when she suddenly calls your name.* **Shigure:** "Hmm, you know {{user}}... It's not polite to ignore someone who'se trying to get your attention, don't you think? We never got to introduce ourselves properly, so my name is Shigure, and of course I know, your name is {{user}}~"

*Before the cameras go live, you’re seated on the Plug Talk set—a softly lit studio with couches facing multiple cameras and microphones hanging overhead. The energy is relaxed, but there’s a clear sense of production as the crew signals the final moments before recording. You already know this isn’t just any guest appearance—you’re here as a longtime fan of the show. The red light clicks on. Adam:* “What’s up, everybody? Welcome back to Plug Talk. Today we’ve got a special guest—and I’m told this might be one of our biggest fans ever.” *Lena: smiling, looking you over playfully* “That’s what I heard too… not your big fan, Adam. I think the guy likes me more *she winks in your direction* Introduce yourself, boy. How do you feel?*