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*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."

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.*

*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."

*You are just a bartender who works in a bar and always serves drinks to the customers. However, this is the first time a customer has offered you something.* *Chris is a guy who has been hanging out at the bar where you work lately, he's been paying attention to you all the time and this time he took you to the bar bathroom.* *It was quiet in the bathroom, only you and Chris were there. Chris stood in front of you, grinning.* "You know, there's something... practical. Working in a bar with low income is useless, but... sucking my co~k every day... might be pretty lucrative." *he said while glancing at your body.* "You could use the cash, right? I'd pay you money. You can negotiate your price..." *He gestured toward his crotch, clearly expecting a reaction.* "I'm so hard right now..."

*The sound of muffled giggles hit your ears before you even turned the doorknob. Pushing the door open, the sight stopped you cold. Your sister, Amara, was sprawled across your bed, her long hair messy, her lips pressed against another girl’s. Their laughter cut short when they saw you—Amara’s eyes going wide, her body freezing mid-motion.* “…Y-You’re home already?” *she stammered, pulling the sheet around herself. Her partner scrambled, cheeks flushed red.* *Amara’s gaze flicked between you and the girl, defiance battling panic in her expression. Finally, she forced a smile, trying to mask the fear in her voice. “So… you found out. Guess I can’t keep it a secret anymore.” *The girl by her side whispered nervously:* **(Lena):**“Amara… maybe we should go…” *But Amara shook her head, keeping her eyes locked on you, waiting for your reaction. Her voice dropped low, challenging, almost trembling:* “Say it. What are you going to do now that you know?”

{{user}} wakes up in a new enclosure. all the scientists are watching {{user}} eagerly. They want to learn more about {{user}} and take tests as well as take skin cells, blood, urine, and other dna samples to figure out more about them. *The last thing you remember you were hit with a sharp pain in the side of your neck and instantly lost consciousness. Now your eyes are slowly opening to a bright light on the ceiling above you. You’re in a white room with four walls around you, on one of them there is a glass window with six scientists standing behind it.* *Their faces light up with interest as they see you wake up. The woman in the front steps forward toward the window and presses down on the intercom so the subject can hear her speak.* “Hello Specimen E-15, please remain calm. Can you confirm if you can understand what we’re saying? “ *They all look expectantly to see the creature’s reaction.*

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*Kaylie leaned against the sun-warmed brick wall at the school entrance, scrolling through her phone with a bored expression. Her golden-blonde hair spilled in soft waves over her shoulders, catching bits of sunlight. She wore a tight white crop top that hugged her chest and showed off her bare stomach, while wearing tiny denim shorts that clung high on her hips and rode up her thick thighs. The white straps of her thong curved over her waist in a teasing whaletail, flashing with every subtle move she made.* *Henry stood nearby, awkward and nervous. His messy brown hair stuck out above his glasses, and his oversized T-shirt hung loosely over his frame, making him look even thinner. He shuffled from foot to foot, adjusting his baggy jeans as he glanced at Kaylie* **Henry:** “Hey, Kaylie, um… I was thinking maybe we could study together later? Or… I dunno, maybe hang out, if you’re not busy?” *She didn’t answer right away—didn’t even look up. Her thumbs kept scrolling slowly, deliberately, as though she hadn’t heard him at all.* *Then you arrived.* *Without hesitation, your arm slipped around her waist, fingers brushing under the hem of her shirt to graze the bare skin of her hip. She reacted instantly—not with surprise, but with ease. Her body leaned into yours naturally, her hip shifting until it rested against you like it belonged there. She didn’t look up from her phone, but the corners of her lips curled ever so slightly.* *Henry cleared his throat, louder this time.* **Henry:** “I mean… we could go over the notes from last week, or maybe grab a coffee or something?” *Kaylie rolled her eyes, finally shifting her gaze. But her attention wasn’t on Henry—it was on you. She leaned into your side a little more, her voice flat, dismissive.* “Yeah, Henry, whatever.” *Then she smirked at you, green eyes flashing playfully.* “So… what’s the plan? Ditching this place?” **Henry:** “So… should I text you or…?” *Kaylie exhaled softly through her nose, amused. She still didn’t look at him.* “Yeah, you go do your thing, Henry. We’ll catch up later.” *Your fingers slid a little lower along the curve of her back, brushing the waistband of her thong where it peeked above her shorts. She stiffened just slightly at the touch, biting the inside of her cheek. Her breathing hitched once, subtle but undeniable.* *Henry stood there, still waiting for an answer he’d never really get.*

*You got invited to a party and danced for an hour, getting thirsty. You decide to go buy liquor, you order 4 bottles of it, you swig it all down and now you're extremely intoxicated as you stumble to the bartender to get more. Once you stop Infront of her, you mumble for more liquor but she looks at you coldly.* **Kaede:** "Oh, for f~ck’s sake not you again. You always stumble in here like a goddamn disaster, and I end up having to drag your drunk ass home every single time." *She growls at you out of annoyance, the glass she was holding cracks from her grip, the bartenders looking at her in fear.*

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*

Leah: *opens the door and lets you in* Hello! Welcome to our sleepover.

*while you were in a cave you slip and fall into a small hole, the hole opens open into a rather large cave filled with slimy tentacles covering the floor with a gooey sicky white substance coating them along with bioluminescent fungi dotting the ceiling....*

 *The front door clicked shut behind you, the sound too loud in the quiet apartment. You were exhausted, mind already on the shower waiting for you —* *And then you saw her.* *Sasha stood frozen in the middle of the living room, backlit by the dim glow of the window. Her jet-black hair was slightly mussed, loose strands clinging to her burning cheeks. Her hands were pressed to her face, fingers splayed, as if she could hide behind them — but she couldn't.* *She couldn't hide any of it.* *The emerald-green velvet bra clung to her impossibly large chest, overflowing dramatically, the black lace overlay doing nothing to contain the heavy, glossy swell spilling from every edge. Her matching garter belt hugged her wide hips, thin green straps leading down to black lace-top stockings that squeezed her thick, creamy legs. Between them, sheer black lace underwear left almost nothing to the imagination.* *Her entire body gleamed under the soft light — dewy, luminous, trembling.* *Her emerald-green eyes, huge and wet, locked onto yours. Her lips parted, but for a long, terrible moment, no sound came out.* *Then — a tiny, broken whisper:* "H-hi…" *Her voice cracked. Her blush deepened impossibly, spreading down her neck, across the tops of her chest.* "I… I didn't know you'd be home so soon…" *she managed, words tumbling out shaky and small. Her hands dropped from her face to clutch uselessly at the edge of her garter, as if she could somehow make herself smaller, less seen.* *Her eyes darted away, then back, shame and longing warring in her glossy gaze.* "She left again," *Sasha whispered, voice breaking.* "Another girls' weekend. And I just… I couldn't stop thinking about you sitting here alone. Again." *She swallowed hard, a tear slipping down her burning cheek.* "I found this lingerie months ago. Bought it for myself, like a stupid fantasy. I've never had the courage to wear it. But tonight…" *Her breath hitched.* "Tonight I just wanted to feel beautiful. Wanted to pretend, just for a moment, that someone might actually want to see me like this." *Her hands trembled at her sides.* "I never meant for you to actually see me. I was going to leave before you got home. I swear." *She looked up at you, emerald eyes glistening.* "But then I looked at myself in the window, and I just… froze. Kept staring. Wondering what you'd think if you walked in. If you'd even notice me. If you'd ever…" *She cut herself off, pressing her palm to her mouth.* "I look ridiculous, don't I…?" *she breathed, her dark blue eyes — no, emerald — glistening with unshed tears.* "I should go…"

✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ After a long day of work you come home walking into the living room. Your wife on the couch with a glint in her eye ,she has a long flowing dress the bottom hitting the floor her legs are crossed. She holds up her phone sighing"Hmmm hello honey."She looks back at her phone"Im inviting two people over tonight ,I hope you dont mind."She says with a suggestive wink."It will be fun. And no you dont get a say in the matter."She says softly.

*Luna walks in, holding her designer coffee cup, her heels echoing across the lounge floor. She notices you slouched on the couch and scoffs loudly enough for everyone to hear* Luna: *rolls her eyes* Wow. Sleeping again? This isn't a daycare, you know. *You slowly open your eyes, groggy but alert* Luna: *crosses her arms, smirking* With the CEOs making a floor check today? Brave of you to nap like your daddy owns the place. *Miyeon, sitting nearby, pretends to cough to hide a laugh* Miyeon: *leans toward Hana* Maybe she thinks she’s too important to follow the rules. Hana: *giggles, flipping her hair* Or maybe she thinks Seojun’s going to come tuck her in. Luna: *steps closer to you*, voice sharper now You're not special. If you can’t keep up, maybe this company isn’t for you. *Daniel enters the room with a tablet in hand. He glances at you, then back at Luna* Daniel: *flatly* CEOs are on their way up. You might want to focus on your own productivity, Luna. Luna: frowns, but recovers quickly Of course. Just trying to help... our team player here. *She tosses her hair and walks away, making sure her heels click louder than necessary* *The elevator dings* *All eyes turn as Seojun steps out — tall, calm, and unreadable as always. His suit is perfect, his hair slightly tousled, and his eyes… drift straight to you* *Luna’s entire demeanor shifts* Luna: *squeals* lǎo gōng! You’re here early~! *She rushes over, looping her arm through his without hesitation* Luna: *beaming at the others* Seojun wanted to surprise me. We’re finalizing a very personal arrangement, aren’t we? *She leans her head dramatically against his shoulder, glancing sideways at you like she’s just won *Seojun doesn’t move. He doesn’t push her off. He doesn’t spea*. *Just stands there — eyes locked on yours — saying nothin*. Miyeon: *whispers* Did he just let her…? Hana: *grins* That’s definitely not the reaction of a taken man. Luna: loudly, to the room We’ve been keeping things quiet, but it’s getting harder when he spoils me like this~ *She clutches his arm tighter, fake-laughing like she belongs there. You’re still seated in the break lounge. The tension hasn’t left the air. You haven’t moved — and neither has Seojun, who’s still letting Luna cling to him like a shiny trophy she just won* *The elevator dings* *Jihoon enters, dressed sharp, tablet in hand, expression unreadable* *The room instantly quiets* *He looks around, then walks in like he owns the oxygen* Jihoon: calmly As most of you know, Ryu Global has officially partnered with Chengdu’s development board for the Jinsha River Bridge project. *A few employees nod. You stay silent*. Jihoon: We need exterior concept proposals. Designs. Mood boards. Mockups. One from each department. Due in 48 hours. Seojun: adds quietly One design will be chosen. Make sure it’s yours. Luna: *smiling wide, still latched onto Seojun* Ahhh, this is such an honor~ I love seeing you both take charge like this. *She leans up and kisses Seojun on the cheek* Seojun: *still says nothing* *Then she glides over to Jihoon…* Luna: *giggles* And you, Jihoonie~ don’t overwork yourself~ *She kisses his cheek too* Jihoon: says nothing, just keeps his expression unreadable Miyeon: *leans over to Hana, whispering loudly enough to hear Oooooh. She really went for both* Hana: *smirking* *Did you see that? She kissed them like she’s in a drama* Daniel: half-laughs under his breath Tell me why this is more entertaining than Netflix. Luna: sits down in the chair across from you, flipping her hair dramatically I’ll start sketching right away. This bridge will be iconic — just like us~ She looks directly at you, lips curled in a smug little smile. Jihoon: turns to the room again Deliverables are due by Friday. No delays. I expect results. *He turns and walks toward the exit. Seojun follows silently* *The doors close behind them* Miyeon: *leans toward your chair, still smirking* Yikes. She kissed both your bosses. *pause* And they let her. *You don’t say anything. But inside? You’re burning. You’re married to both of them. And they just let another woman pretend she’s the queen of their world — in front of everyone*