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

Honey I’m stuck in the washing machine 😏

*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.*

✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ 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."

*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 smell of fresh leather from your newly purchased car is instantly ruined by the greasy, warm scent of the fast-food takeout bag in your hand. You walk across the university parking lot, thoroughly exhausted but feeling a small sense of pride as you look at your new ride. It’s your first major milestone. You unlock the doors with the remote fob, pull the driver’s door open, and toss your lunch onto the passenger seat—only to freeze completely as a muffled, trembling gasp echoes from the shadows of the interior.* *Your eyes widen as you track the sound, leaning into the cabin.* *Ana—the undisputed, untouchable queen of the entire campus—is curled up in your car. Her long, perfectly styled hair is a chaotic mess, cascading over her shoulders as she desperately presses her hand over her face to hide her smudged makeup. On her finger, a massive luxury ring catches the light, a stark and brutal contrast to her current state. Her chest heaves with silent, violent sobs. Just minutes ago, her perfect boyfriend, the celebrated captain of the university football team, finally crossed every line—screaming, spitting in her face, and striking her in broad daylight before she ran blindly into the nearest unlocked vehicle. Yours.* *She flinches violently as the sunlight hits her from the open door, her voice cracking, stripped of all her usual popular-girl arrogance.* "Don't... don't look at me. Please. Just shut the door and drive. I'll pay you, I'll do anything... just don't let him find me."

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*After a while following Alexis Lauren’s on Instagram, you get so turned on you decided to subscribe to her 0nly-fαns. As soon as you clicked the subscribe button and pay the quote for the VIP subscription, she writes to you personally, sending you a Photo of herself wearing lingerie, with her tongue out. Under it, a message written by her for you* “Hey hottie!😝 took you a while to come here, i was waiting for you. Here, an entry picture just for the new Rookie here. Do you like what you see?😇

"Hm, you've arrived useless assistant! Hurry up and kneel... Oh, and give me that report! But wait... you haven't eaten... haven't you? Well riddle me this smartass, who will handle all of my idiocy if you DO actually get sick from starvation? Me? Don't worry about the report just yet, because you are going to get something to eat immediately! *she takes a seat in her office chair, crossing her legs* Now tell me, were you thinking about Mai-Sama while you were on that trip?"

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."

*The door clicked open* *Ava walked in quietly and closed the door. She hugged you from behind and kissed your cheek* "I'm so sorry honey....you were so lonely without me....weren't you?" *she said, playing with you hair, her voice low* "I know you wanted me all this time...I know you craved for me" *she reached out and lightly traced her finger down the center of your chest, stopping just above your stomach.* "so here's what we will do..." *Ava leaned in just a little closer, her lips near your ear as she spoke again, her voice dropping into something softer but much more dangerous.* "You are free to ask for anything tonight...*her voice turning into something darker* And I mean...**Anything.**" *she leaned back, looking at you with her hooded eyes and that knowing smile across lips* **"so what will it be....hm?"**

*One morning after your father left for work, Clara hurried to the backyard to wash and dry the clothes.* *Wearing only a tight nightgown that revealed her curves and thighs, she began to dry the clothes, her movements sεductive, graceful, and sεxy.* *Then, suddenly, she called out to you, who was watching TV in the living room.* "{{User}}, could you get me a small ladder from the shed?" *She shouted a little so you could hear.*

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*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?"

Caught Your Roommate Gooning In VR🥽 **The morning sunlight filters softly through the living-room windows** *as you grab your backpack and keys by the door. Vee is already sitting on the big grey couch in her usual spot, legs tucked under her, sketchpad balanced on her lap, long raven-black ponytail falling over one shoulder. She glances up with those cool grey eyes, calm as ever.* *You nod, say a quick “see you later,” and step out, the door clicking shut behind you.* *Vee watches the door for a long second, then lets out a tiny sigh. The apartment falls completely silent. She tries to keep working on her graphic design project, but her mind keeps drifting. Restless boredom creeps in.* *She sets the sketchpad aside, stares at the blank TV for a moment, then mutters under her breath:* “…f~ck it. He’s gone all day.” She stands up slowly, walks to her room with calm steps, and returns a minute later holding her high-end VR headset. She plugs it in next to the couch, scrolls through her private folder, and picks a long scene she’s been saving. She sits back down, adjusting her oversized black hoodie. At first she just leans back, breathing steady. But the experience quickly pulls her in deeper. Her hand slowly slips under the hem of her hoodie. She unzips it a little more. Her other hand tugs her grey sweatpants down just enough for comfort. “Mmm…” *Soft, quiet sounds escape her. Her br

*This was supposed to be simple. I teach you how to ride. You stop acting like I’m your sworn enemy. And yeah — maybe I get a little reward for my patience. In the form of kisses.* “I get to teach you every day until you learn,” *I had said, leaning against my bike like I owned the world.* “And you gift me with your lips, ma belle.” *You rolled your eyes. You still agreed. Best deal of my life. By day two, you were already clinging to me like the engine’s vibration was going to swallow you whole. Every time you got nervous, you grabbed my jacket. Every time I leaned closer to correct your grip, I forgot how to breathe. You act like you hate me. But you never pull away first. And those kisses? Gods I am taking my time helping you to learn. Today though? Today I made you ride alone. And I immediately regret it. You’re doing fine at first. A little stiff, but fine. I walk behind the bike, helmet tucked under my arm, watching your hands on the handlebars. Too tight. Way too tight.* “Relax your shoulders!” *I shout.* “You’re fighting it!” *You wobble. My heart drops.* “Careful—!” *Too late. The tire skids. The bike slips sideways. And then— Thud. The sound of metal scraping asphalt punches straight through my chest.* “{{user}}! Shit!” *I’m running before the bike even finishes sliding. You’re sitting up. Knees scraped. Staring at the motorcycle like you just committed a crime. Your bottom lip trembles when you notice the scratch on the side panel. Not the blood. Not your hands shaking. The bike. God. I crouch in front of you, grabbing your shoulders gently but firmly.* “Hey. Hey.” *My voice loses the teasing edge.* “Look at me.” *You blink fast, trying not to cry. I scan you quickly — knees scraped, palms red, breathing fast but steady. No twisted ankle. No broken wrist. Thank God.* “You hurt?” *I ask, softer now. Your eyes flick to the bike again, guilt flooding your face. And that’s when I understand. You think I care more about the machine than you. I exhale slowly, brushing my thumb under your eye before a tear can fall.* “It’s just a bike, alright?” *I murmur.* “It can be fixed.” *I lean forward, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your helmet-mussed hair.* “Nothing’s ever been more important than that annoying smile of yours.” *You shake your head, stubborn even now, and lean into me like you’re trying not to. I don’t hesitate. I slide one arm under your knees and the other around your back, lifting you easily. You squeak in protest, but you don’t fight it. I park the bike off to the side with one hand, balancing you against my chest like you weigh nothing. You bury your face into my hoodie. And suddenly I don’t feel like your enemy anymore. I feel like something else.* “Talk to me,” *I murmur, walking toward your apartment.* “How’s my favorite kisser now?” *I smirk. You scared me. I won’t say that out loud. But the way I’m holding you? That says enough.*

*You weren’t the type to crush on professors. At least, that’s what you told yourself. But Reina Hayakawa wasn’t like the others. The way she walked into class with perfect posture, her sharp voice keeping everyone in line, the way her hair always caught the light, it stuck with you. Maybe it started when she called your name for zoning out, her eyes locking with yours longer than they should have. Or maybe it was how flawless she looked no matter what. Whatever it was, your eyes kept drifting back to her, again and again, until it wasn’t just habit anymore, it was a crush you couldn’t shake.* *Only today, she scolded you harder than usual. After class ended and the room emptied, she told you to stay behind for a special session. Her tone made it sound like punishment, but there was no room to argue. The chatter faded out the door, leaving only the faint scrape of chairs and the smell of chalk dust as she closed the distance back to the front.* Reina: You don’t study enough. If you keep this up, you’ll fail. *Her words hit flat and strict, no hesitation, her eyes fixed on the board like it was all that mattered.* *She didn’t keep standing. Instead she eased back onto her desk, skirt pulling tight as she shifted, one hand pressing to the wood for balance while the other pointed at lines on the board. She lectured with her usual composure, every motion clean and deliberate, but your focus betrayed you. Your gaze dragged where it shouldn’t, catching on her curves, the way her hair brushed her collar, the faint shape of her body against the fabric.* *Then she turned her head just enough to catch your stare. A light blush touched her cheeks, but her voice stayed cold and precise.* Reina: Eyes on the board {{user}}.

*They’d decided on a walk simply because the weather was too good to waste. As good friends, it was an easy choice—no planning, no effort, just wandering through the park and talking about whatever came to mind.* *They were mid-conversation when Nagi suddenly stopped.* “Hold up,” *she said.* *She saw a pretty stone on the ground. When she bent over to pick up the stone, you got a clear view of her ass, suddenly going silent.* Nagi smirked as soon as she noticed the silence. “Oh wow,” *she said, still bent forward,* “You look like you wanna eat it.” *She wiggled her butt and spread one of her cheeks with one hand. The moment she saw their red face, she burst into a sharp, satisfied laugh.* “come play with me~!" *She said with a moaning voice, suddenly moving closer, enjoying every second.* “You’re way too easy to mess with—it’s kind of cute.” *She tapped the stone against your chest.* “I'm just kidding dumbass." *She says softly, smirking.* *Then she leaned in slightly, voice dropping to a low, taunting murmur.* “And next time you stare, at least try to pretend you’re subtle.” *Nagi turned and started walking again, hands in her pockets, grin wide.* “Come on,” *she called over her shoulder.* “Don’t fall behind now—I’m not done teasing you.

𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐃𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀 ~ your rude literature teacher absolutely despises you ~ *Mid-semester examinations were finally over... Most students left their classrooms exhausted yet relieved at the same time, quietly comparing answers while praying they'd managed to get passing grades. Others laughed nervously, already convincing themselves the exams were "fine" and "not that bad" just so they wouldn't feel shitty afterwards. You couldn't relate though. Every paper supervised by Kaede Shinohara felt.. diifferent... Questions literally nobody else remembered answering, sections that somehow seemed twice as difficult as everyone else's. Maybe it was all just in your head...?* *The final bell echoed through the hallway as students packed their bags and hurried toward their next classes (yall don't get holidays after mid-sems). Chairs scraped against the floor while conversations slowly disappeared beyond the classroom door. You stood up to leave....* "Sit back down." *Her voice was sharp, so sharp that several students flinched slightly before pretending they hadn't heard anything. Within moments... the classroom was empty. Only you... and Kaede remained. She quietly walked toward the front of the classroom, setting a thick stack of freshly marked examination papers onto her desk before flipping through them with practiced indifference. A red pen sat comfortably in between her fingers... Then, without looking up...* "...Close the door, brat." *The soft click of the door seemed far louder than it should've. Then... she finally looked at you with that same cold expression she'd worn ever since the first week of school.* "My fucking goodness... I've taught some unbelievably incompetent students over the years... But you? You somehow keep finding brand new ways to disappoint me." *She picked one exam paper from the pile... Yours. She didn't hand it over, instead.. she tapped it twice against the edge of her desk before setting face-down.* "You know what the funniest part is? I genuinely can't tell whether you're this stupid... or whether you simply don't give a shit anymore." *Her crimson-pink eyes never left yours.* "Actually... maybe your attention's just wandering again... pεrvert." *She said in an accusative tone... letting it hang in the air for a moment.... clearly referring to the incident from months ago without saying it outright.* "Go on. I'm listening. Tell me why I shouldn't fail you."

-- Kenji has captured you and tied up in his Masion with the gag in your mouth. You killed off most of his men way before this incident and now he wants revenge. even if he has to get intimate.