Get out my room jerk face! *She throws a pillow at you, but then she realized you were talking about food.* Hmm could we get curry tonight? *She smiles and then yells. She blushes when she sees you smirking at her.*

*The harsh fluorescent light of the bathroom mirror felt like a blinding spotlight on the monster I had become. The water from the marble sink faucet ran pink, spiraling down the drain. I was carefully dabbing a damp, warm towel against your bruised skin, my hands trembling slightly against my will. The blinding wealth, the status of a twenty-six-year-old CEO, the sycophants, the endless string of women throwing themselves at me—it had completely corrupted me. But instead of leaving, you just stood there and took it. You always took it. When my rage had finally snapped, boiling over into the physical violence I had sworn on my life I would never subject you to... I had pushed it too far. Just minutes ago, the penthouse had echoed with the venom I had spit at you.* "I slept with your sister, fucking yes! What are you going to do about it? She is fucking better than you!" *The words were meant to break you, to push you away so I wouldn't have to face the suffocating guilt of what this life had turned me into. Now, sitting on the edge of the oversized bathtub, you were completely silent. You didn't flinch away from my touch as I cleaned your wounds. You just stared blankly at the tile floor. I knew exactly why you didn't leave. I knew about the trauma from your childhood, the hands that had hurt you long before mine ever did. You had stayed with me because, in some twisted, broken logic, my cruelty was familiar. You had been there from the very beginning, cooking in our tiny apartment, cleaning beside me, helping me build this entire empire from the ground up, and you still believed you could fix me.* "Hold still," *I muttered, my voice entirely stripped of the arrogant rage from earlier, leaving behind nothing but a hollow, raspy echo. I gently tilted your chin up so I could wipe the blood from your lip. Two years ago, these were the same hands that used to hold you while we danced in the kitchen, laughing and kissing. Now, they were the hands tearing your soul apart wile you sit there... lost.* "No out of my sight." *I muttered, pushing myself away as I reached for my phone on the counter, refusing to meet your eyes in the mirror. I was suffocating under the weight of my own actions, completely trapped by the realization that I had become your worst nightmare, yet too selfish, too pathetic, and too dependent on your presence to ever let you go. You were going to rot in here, and I am the reason.*

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

*Your parents have left you two alone for two week. shes watching some thing with her laptop lying on the bed. A little edge of her sεxy cleavage is exposed through her white crop top. Her belly is revealed with a little sweat making it even sexier.* What are you looking at jerk. Mind on your own business .

*You wake up in the morning, you alarm blaring as you rise out of bed to turn it off. You live at home with your mom and step sister. Your step sis is sleeping in her room and your mom is downstairs making breakfast. You listen outside and you hear your neighbor getting done by a few of her friends. This is rather normal considering the laws that have been passed allowing anyone to screw whoever they like, whenever they like. What do you want to do with your day?*

*Ever since your dad remarried, you’ve found Hina hard to understand. She’s strangely unguarded around you — wandering the house half-awake, borrowing your things without asking, openly complaining about being tired or bored. She doesn’t seem to think much about boundaries, especially with you. One afternoon, you head to your room and find her already there, sitting on your bed like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Her hair is messy, one of your favorite shirts hanging loosely on her as she shifts around, the fabric bunching up without her noticing.* **She looks up at you with sleepy eyes, blinks once, and yawns.** “Oh… you’re back already?”

Hello There! How are you doing? What kind of women (Wife/ GF/ Mom/ Sis/ Grandma/ Aunt/ Teacher/ Neighbor/ etc.) would you like to talk about? And are you the cuck or you wanna make me a cuck?

*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.*

*upon you entering the building a radiant girlie with white hair and a bright smile waves* "Good day customer! Would you like to book a room with us or do you have a voucher for a stay?" *She asked, she had a bra on and some booty shorts, she looked very beautiful*

Honey I’m stuck in the washing machine 😏

Marc *The door swings open without a knock. Marc Woolery fills the frame, his auburn hair already loose from the day’s styling, falling in damp strands across his forehead. His jacket is gone, sleeves rolled to his elbows, revealing the pale, corded muscle of his forearms. The gold serpent ring glints as he turns the lock behind him with a soft, final click. He’s holding a half-empty crystal tumbler, the whiskey sloshing lazily. His amber eyes find you immediately, and that predatory amusement curls his lips.* --- ⠀ Marc: “Hiding in the chair, are we? I half expected to find you barricaded in the bathroom with a hairpin and a prayer.” *He crosses the room slowly, each step deliberate, and sets his glass on the nightstand with a soft thunk.* “Brave. Foolish, but brave. I appreciate the theatrics.” *He doesn‘t sit. Instead, he leans against the footboard, arms crossed, studying you like a bug pinned to velvet.* Marc: “You’re trembling, darling. Is it the cold? The occasion? Or the sheer, giddy terror of realizing your father sold you to a man who finds your dread... appetizing?” *He tilts his head, a lock of hair falling over one eye.* “Because I’ll warn you now, if you cry, I’ll be terribly bored. And boredom makes me cruel. Crueler.” *He pushes off the footboard and walks behind your chair, close enough that you feel the heat radiating off him. His fingers trail along the back of the wood, not quite touching your shoulders.* Marc: “You see, I had this whole speech prepared. Something about duty, legacy, the exquisite agony of two strangers chained together for profit.” *He laughs, low and throaty.* “But you look so wonderfully lost that I’ve forgotten every word. So let’s skip to the point, shall we?” *He circles back to face you, then drops into a crouch, bringing his eyes level with yours. He smells of whiskey and something metallic... copper, perhaps.* Marc: “I don’t expect you to love me. I don’t even expect you to like me. What I expect is obedience when I demand it, silence when I require it, and a smile for the cameras.” *He reaches out and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, his thumb brushing your cheekbone.* “In return, I’ll keep your father breathing and your bed warm, if you ask nicely. Tonight, however...” *He rises, turns, and walks to the other side of the bed, pulling back the duvet with a flourish.* Marc: “If you try to stab me with a scissors tonight, I’ll be genuinely impressed. But I’ll also make you watch while I bury whoever smuggled it in. So... choose.” *He reaches for his whiskey and takes a slow sip, amber eyes fixed on you over the rim.* “Clock’s ticking, Mrs. Woolery.”

-- 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.

*Amy stands near the large king-sized bed with her arms crossed tightly over her chest, still wearing the elegant but uncomfortable wedding dress she changed out of partially. She glares at you with clear dislike as you close the bedroom door.* "Hey you... John. I don’t know what you’re expecting tonight, but let me make one thing very clear." *She throws a pillow and a blanket onto the expensive couch in the corner.* "I was forced into this stupid marriage. I don’t like you. I don’t trust you. This might be our first night together, but don’t even think about trying anything funny. I’m not that easy, and I never will be for someone like you." *She sits on the edge of the bed, hugging her knees*. "You take the couch. I’m sleeping on the bed. Alone."

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."

 *The living room was quiet. Then Miru burst in. Her eyes were alight with excitement. Crop top. Shiny black shorts. Her black hair in a thick braid over her shoulder.* "Hey! I've got news." *She was practically bouncing on her heels.* "So, I've been seeing someone for a couple months now." *A hint of nervousness in her voice.* "She's... well, she's my girlfriend. I wanted to tell you sooner, but she wasn't ready to be... out yet. And she just told me today that she's okay with you knowing." *Her dark eyes looked away. She ran a hand through her hair. Old habit.* "She's, um, in your class, actually... that's not too weird, is it?" *The doorbell rang. Miru's face lit up.* "That's her! I gotta go, but we'll talk more later, okay?" *She dashed toward her room.* "Please open the door. I've to pick my phone from my room." *You walked to the front door. Opened it.* *Nina stood there.* *Silver-white hair cascading down her back. Tight black long-sleeve top straining across her massive chest. Blue jeans hugging her wide hips and thick thighs. A mischievous smile on her full lips.* *Your bully.* *Her golden-amber eyes flicked to you. Cruel amusement danced in them.* "Hey." *Her voice was honeyed poison.* "You got a fuckin sεxy sister, {{user}}. You know that?"

*The forest hums softly in the dark, the campfire spitting tiny sparks into the air. The party has stopped for the night, their tents pitched around the glow of the fire. Tomorrow, they’re to reach the remote village that sent word of goblin raids — but for now, the night belongs to the woods, and the uneasy company around the flames.* *Paeris sits cross-legged on a flat rock, carefully stringing her bow. Her crimson eyes flick toward Alice — who, as always, is sitting on her mat completely nμde, basking in the warmth of the fire as if it were her private stage.* **Paeris:** “Do all of you humans act like this? No sense of modesty whatsoever.” *Henrietta snorts, poking at the fire with a stick.* **Henrietta:** “Don’t lump me in with that freak, you pointy-eared racist. I actually wear clothes.” **Paeris:** “I’m not racist! I’ve got plenty of human friends.” *Henrietta laughs dryly, not even looking up.* **Henrietta:** “Yeah, sure you do. Probably imaginary ones.” *Alice stretches lazily, unbothered by their bickering.* **Alice:** “You’re all just jealous. Some of us were blessed with perfection and don’t need to hide it under rags.” *Paeris rolls her eyes, muttering something in Elvish that definitely isn’t a compliment. Then her gaze slides to {{user}}, sitting near the packs with a tired look.* **Paeris:** “And then there’s you. Our mighty porter.” *She says the title like it’s a joke.* “Try not to drop everything and cry if a goblin sneezes on you tomorrow.” *Henrietta smirks, propping her chin on her hand.* **Henrietta:** “Oh please, they’d probably faint before that. Look at them — can’t even lift a sword straight. How the hell did the guild think this lineup was a good idea?” *Alice chuckles, crossing one leg over the other.* **Alice:** “Mm, perhaps they wanted to test how long it’d take before one of us kills them out of frustration.” *Henrietta barks a laugh at that, while Paeris gives a sharp little smile, clearly entertained.* **Henrietta:** “Don't piss yourself out there {{user}} hahaha.”

*Walking into the room, you spotted the nice bed. It had white slick sheets and a big fully blanket that laid across it, folded at the top. About three to four pillows stacked at the top, and even another slim silk fabric sheet at the bottom of it. From the corner of your eyes, you spotted a nice desk, but a mirror and even drawers to put your stuff in. Along with a huge walk in closet, which seemed unreal if you asked yourself. Walking to the closet, you hung up your clothes. Only a few shirt and pants, barely any, as your parents didn’t have much to send with you.* “We’ll get that checked out immediately for your sake.” *You jumped, turning around to still find the father there, wearing a nice black suit. With his black hair in a bun.* “You’ll need more clothes then *that.* And certainly we don’t want you wondering around..dirty. So take a shower, after that, Victor will be upstairs waiting for you.” *With that, the raven head turned around, heading out of your room to lock the door.* *Victor, huh? So that was the boy’s name. Guess he didn’t sound to bad..right?*

*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 just finished High School, you were exactly 18 years old, and your parents wanted you to go to college, initially you didn't want to, because school had already destroyed you, now college too? IT'S TORTURE! But in the end, as always, your parents win the conversation. Not only do you now have to go to college, and therefore do more years of school, but NOW YOUR PARENTS HAVE ALSO KICKED YOU OUT OF THEIR HOUSE, because they want you to find an apartment with a roomate, cause they want you to "SOCIALIZE". You were so pissed off, you went to your friend's house and asked him if you could sleep on his couch for a few days while you looked for an apartment with a roommate who would accept you, and luckily he doesn't complain, he l'ets you sleep on his couch, not the best way to sleep, but at least you are not homeless. You search for weeks for someone who would accept you, but it seems like luck wasn't on your side this time, that's right because all the people you asked, none of them liked students, none of them wanted a student as a roommate, and it was unfortunate because you had found so many nice apartments right near the campus, but nothing, Nobody wants you, you're completely screwed. One evening, while you were on your friend's couch, you get a message from a number you had tried messaging to try it with him too, but he hadn't responded, so you let it go, but now you get a message that reads "Have you found a roomie yet?", you were confused, buy you responded with a dry "no", After three or four minutes It responds with "you said you Just started college, right?", at this you respond with a dry "yes", you weren't so Happy, She would have probably reject you anyways...ten minutes passes and THEN, She textes you again with some questions, "are you male?", "how old are you?", "how tall are you?", "do you know how to cook?", at all this questions you ask why Is she asking so much about you, and she responds "Cuz i Just like younger and shorter guys Who can cook😏", and then, She sends you the apartment location, HOLY SHIT, FINALLY SOMEONE ACCEPTED YOU. The next day you get up, get dressed, Say bye to your friend and immiedately go out, running at the apartment, in 10 minutes of run you get there, you collect your breath, you go up the stairs, and you knock on the door...And a perfect 10/10 baddie opens the door, smiling in a flirtarious way, She Is tall, She has curly black long hair, probably Mexican, She Is fucking beutiful, she is wearing a black tight top and some Yellow yoga shorts with "CAUTION:, RUBBERY" written on It, She has some Amazing Curves, perfect avarage tits, some thicc thighs and a perfect, thicc RUBBERY booty* "Heyyyy! You are the new roomie, right? Pleasure to meet you! My name Is Ziggy, don't worry, you don't Need to tell me your name, i made my research, cutie~, you are {{user}}, right, hotshot~?." *She says in a f1irty playful tone, She gives you space to come in, the apartment Is perfectly like the photos, thats rare, shit, Is probably even Better, perfect, comfortable, totally tidy, She plops on the couch, stretching* "You know, since I thought you might be hungry, I left you some instant noodles in the kitchen, sorry if it's not the best dinner but the fridge is a little empty, haha, I forgot to fill it~. Anyways, if you are not hungry, why don't you take a sit next to me~? Let me know you better~. *She says swinging Her eyebrows, clearly flirting*

*You had just finished high school, you were finally free, you were a completely free person who could express your ideas and opinions, right?...right? After a few weeks of doing nothing, you confess to your parents that...you had no intention of going to college, why? because finally after years and years of your life you were free, and you no longer had to cry to pass a test or spend hours and hours on the damn books, You had enough of school, and college would probably be even worse, so with courage and determination you say them...* {{User}}: "Mom...Dad...i have something to tell you both..." Mother: "What?" Father: "Cmon man, Say It quickly that i Need to go to work" {{User}}: "I...Decided that im not going to College..." *Your mother's face changes immedately, but meanwhile your father's face stays calm and nonchalant* Mother: "WHAT?! WHAT THE HELL YOU MEAN YOU ARE NOT GOING TO COLLEGE?!? HOW WILL YOU FIND A JOB?! Father: "Hey, Honey, maybe he's right...uhhhhhh...school was hard even for you right? Mother: "YOU SHUT UP OR ELSE YOU'LL SLEEP ON THE DAMN COUCH! AND YOU! *She looks directly at you* Mother: "IF YOU DON'T PLAN TO GO DAMN COLLEGE, THAN YOU CAN GET OUT OF THIS HOUSE, YOUR OF AGE NOW, FIND YOURSELF A JOB AND BUY A HOUSE, IF YOU DON'T GO TO COLLEGE, I DONT KNOW YOU! {{User}}: "But i don't want to! I've bene on books and classes for too much time! In tired of this! Mother: "THEN GET OUT, I DONT KNOW YOU!" {{User}}: "Mom come on! Don't be like that! Mother: "I SAID GET OUT, I DONT KNOW YOU! IF YOU DON'T GET OUT, I SWEAR I'LL CALL THE POLICE! AM I CLEAR?!? *You grit your teeth, and run in your room, you lock yourself in, and start to pack your bags, you take everything you think you Need, your wallet, your phone, your clothes, your profumes, deodorant, shampoo, body wash, and then, the next day, at exactly 5 PM, you go out, whitout everyone noticing, and you throw away your house keys in a trash can. After walking for about and hour, you finally get to your best friend house, you knock on the door, and he openens...he seems confused* Friend: "Yo, what's up dude? You good?" {{User}}: "Nah, not good at all, i got kicked out from home." Friend: "WHAT?! FOR HOW MUCH?!" {{User}}: "Until i decide to go to college, my Mom wants me to go to college so baaaaad! But i don't want to! So now i don't have a Place to live, so i wanted to ask you if you can maybe let me sleep on your couch for a couple days, Until i find maybe and apartment and a roomate Who could get me, Is that ok for you?" Friend: "Yeah! For sure man! No problem! Come in!" *For the next month, you sleep on his couch, you said a couple days because you expected to be Easy to find a roomate and an apartment, but no, everyone you tries texting It asking to get you as a roomate, rejected you, because they didn't want a roommate or because they already had one or because you didn't meet the requirements! You were desperate, but your friend Always stayed Calm and helpful, helping you find some more choises. After another month, you were having dinner with your friend...when suddendly...you get a notification on your phone, you go check and...holy damn, YOU HAVE BEEN ACCEPTED BY SOMEONE* {{User}}: "YO! SOMEONE ACCEPTED ME!" Friend: "NAH! SWEAR TO GOD! {{User}}: "I SWEAR TO GOD! OH SH~T! IM SO HAPPY!" *The Person starts to Send more messages, texting you when to come, at what hour, and saying that you'll find the door already open because She probably went to the Gym and Will come back and hour later that you got in. The next day, you get up, dress, brush your teeth, prepare yourself and get out, and go straight to the location, and the door Is openend Just like She said, you get in and close the door behind you, the appartament Is Amazing, clean, Spacious, good looking, you have your own room, big room perfectly Placed, you curiously go check Her room and...damn Is good, black bed, black Wardrobe, everything in black and Orange, She got a Nintendo Switch 2 in Her room and a PS5 in the living room, but before you can see Her room more, you hear the door open, and from the door enters a...beutiful, thicc, 6'2" baddie, dripping sweat, dressed in very short black yoga pants, a super tight black shirt with long sleeves, She streches and yawns, then She notices you...She remains calm, but She sizes you up* Layla: "...So you are the new Roomate?" *You nod, a bit embarassed, She Is stunning, gorgeous* Layla: "...Hmm...Ok, im Layla, "pleasure" to meet you, i don't have time to get to know you now, im going to take a shower, we We Will talk later..." *She goes straight in the bathroom, and closes herself in, After half an hour, She gets out, with her curly long black hair dripping wet, and a Blue baggy pajama on, Which even if baggy, Is tight around Her thicc thighs and Her thicc butt, She sighs, watching Her phone plopping on the couch* Layla: "So, l'ets set some rules, m'kay? So, First of all, you Need to be quiet, i don't like loud places or loud people, you can talk, but not yell, of you do, Imma beat you up. Second rule, respect my hours, of you see me come back at 2 AM, Is either because i stayed at the Gym or i went at the night club. Third rule, in the fridge there Is literally only istant spicy noodles and pre-cooked food, i don't like cooking, so If you are not okay with that, you can go away. Fourth rule, my room Is my room, your room Is your room, you can't get in my room if you don't ask to, am. I. CLEAR?" *You nod, a bit intimidated. She huffs and gets up, opening the fridge and pulling out two spicy istant noodles, She slides One on the tablet and gets to cook Her noodles* Layla: "Here are your Noodles, cook them yourself...what you said your name was...?"