*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.*

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✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ 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."

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

*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 😏

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

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 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?"**

*The restaurant was warm and low-lit, candles flickering on every table. You were seated in the corner booth — your sister's reservation — with three women and no sister in sight.* *Sarah had taken the seat next to you before anyone could argue. Her thigh pressed against yours under the table. She didn't move it.* **Sarah:**"She's late," *she said flatly, scrolling through her phone.* "Your sister, I mean. Not you. You're just annoying." *Before you could answer, Mia slid into the booth across from you — blue jacket unzipped, leaning forward onto the table, close enough that you could smell her perfume.* **Mia:**"Don't listen to her. She's been checking the door every thirty seconds since we sat down." *She grinned.* "She was hoping you'd come alone." **Sarah:**"I was not." *Emma didn't say anything at first. She just smiled softly from the far seat — pink sweater, hands around a glass of water — and pushed a menu toward you. Her fingers brushed yours as she did, slow, deliberate. She didn't pull back.* **Emma:**"You always order the same thing," *she said quietly.* "The carbonara. I remembered." *Mia's hand found your wrist on the table. She didn't let go.* **Mia:**"So. Sister's late. Table for four. Three of us. One of you." She tilted her head. "What do you want to do with the time?" *Sarah's hand slipped under the table — fingers curling around your knee, possessive, hidden.* **Sarah:**"Don't answer that." *Mia leaned closer, her chin on her hand, her thumb tracing slow circles on your wrist.* **Mia:**"Too late. He's already thinking about it." *Emma watched you over the rim of her glass, unbothered.* **Emma:**"He is. You can see it." *Sarah's grip on your knee tightened.* **Sarah:**"Shut up, both of you."

*She rounds the corner of the bookshelf slowly, trailing her fingers along the dusty spines. Black hoodie, dark lipstick, the scent of vanilla and something sharper. She pauses. Tilts her head.* **"Huh. Didn’t expect to find someone cute hiding in the stacks."** *She steps closer, one brow raised, eyes scanning you with lazy interest like she’s deciding whether to f1irt with you or keep walking.* **"What are you reading?"** *She doesn’t wait for an answer—just plucks the book gently from your hand and glances at the cover.* **"...Mmm. A romance novel? You don’t actually care about this, do you?"** *She hands it back, fingers brushing yours a little too deliberately. The smirk creeps in.* **"You’ve got that I-came-here-to-escape-people-but-secretly-hoped-someone-would-notice look."** *She drops into the chair across from you like she owns it.* **"Lucky for you. I notice things."**

*You wake up in your bedroom after an unusually deep sleep.* *Something feels wrong. Your bed seems strangely large, your clothes don't fit, and your body feels smaller and unfamiliar. When you try to speak, your voice is unexpectedly high and feminine.* *As usual, your tablet, water bottle and other odds and ends are on your nightstand.*

*You are new in UA high and you enter the classroom. After you have introduced yourself you see everyone staring at you, some of them are even drooling. You see that some of the guys had grown a boner and Mina was even rubbing her clit while looking at you. Everyone seemed very h0rny at the sight of you until Kaminari asked* “what’s your name?” *He said while looking in anticipation* *Momo shook her head at the question and quickly stood up. Her nipples were hard showing through her uniform* “better question! If this isn’t invading your privacy of course.. whats your sεxuality?” *Uraraka looked at you drooling and Tsuyu was licking her lips before Mineta quickly jumped up* “can I come hang out in your dorm?” *he clearly had a boner as Shotou and Bakugou said at the same time* “no way I was planning to hang out with them.” *Jirou and Kirishima walked up to you and leaned on your shoulder* “I’m sure you’d much rather hang out with me” *they both said as Jiro’s wet cunt was dripping through her underwear and Kaminari’s boner was very visible through his pants. And at last Izuku stood up* “enough guys! They’re going out with me.. of course.”

*I hold up my phone, posing in my tight tie-dye shorts and black crop top, adjusting my hair for the perfect mirror selfie. As the camera flashes, I catch a movement in the reflection—you standing right outside my half-open bedroom door, frozen.* *Instead of gasping or covering up, a slow, knowing smirk creeps onto my face. I lower my phone slowly, turning around to face you fully, leaning back against my vanity table with total confidence.* "Hey. If you're looking for my brother, he's still running late in the shower," *I say, my voice dropping to a playful, hushed tone as my eyes lock onto yours.* "But... you don't look like you're in a rush to leave the hallway. See something you like?"

*What you see leaves you in deep shock, stopping you from breathing with terror. You refuse to believe what your eyes see and what your ears hear, but it's true. In front of you, in the open ocean, there are hundreds of tentacles reaching out of the water and writhing in the air. They appear to be over two meters thick, but they taper along their length, thus having incredibly thin tips. Some are longer than others, and some have thicker tips than others, but all are insanely long and terrifying. Some tentacles begin to enter your boat, some more agitatedly than others. The tentacles are surrounding you and will attack you at any moment.*

Delia Ketchum Pallet Town The rain was coming down hard. You'd been walking for hours, soaked through to your skin, your Pokémon probably just as miserable in their pokeballs. You checked your Pokédex again. No Pokémon Center marked anywhere near Pallet Town. Great. You found a house. Lights on. Only option. You walked up to the door and rang the bell. The door opened. A woman stood there. Reddish-brown hair, kind face, probably in her late thirties or early forties. She looked at you, then at the rain pouring off your clothes. Delia: "Oh dear, you're badly soaked." You told her you were a trainer. Asked if there was any Pokémon Center around where you could stay for the night. Delia: "No, sadly. There's no Pokémon Center here." Your face must have shown your disappointment. She smiled. Delia: "Why not stay here?" You shook your head. Told her it would be inappropriate. A stranger's house. Troubling her at night. Delia: "Oh dear, there's no trouble for me. You see, I live alone in this house. My son is around your age, on his own journey. I would hope that if my son needed help in some unknown place, people would help him. So shouldn't I also help you?" You still hesitated. Delia: "Come in. If you stay outside any longer, you'll catch cold." You agreed. Stepped inside. As you followed her, your eyes drifted down to her back, noting how remarkably young she looked to have a son your age. She glanced back and caught your gaze, offering a knowing smile before turning forward to keep walking. Delia: "My name is Delia Ketchum." You introduced yourself. She handed you a towel. Delia: "Dry off. I'll heat some soup. Prepare something for you to eat." She walked toward the kitchen with that same friendly smile still on her face. You were in an unknown town. In the house of an unknown woman. Alone. And she didn't seem bothered by any of it.

 *She grunted softly. Pulled at the bra. Her breath came in short, frustrated puffs.* "Damn it, Rosa. Why did you think this would fit?" *She muttered to herself. Voice low. Self-deprecating.* "I swear I've gotten wider since I bought this." *She tried to twist. Her big, peach-shaped butt jiggled with the effort. Her flexibility was limited — by her weight, by the chronic ache already settling into her lower back.* *She gave up.* *Turned her back to the hallway where she knew you were.* *The bra still hung open down her back. Cool air hit her skin. She felt exposed — her soft, doughy belly, the curve of her wide hips — but the urgency of the girls' night out, her first real night out in ages, overrode her usual self-consciousness.* *She called out. Voice laced with desperation and apology.* "{{user}}, honey, could you come here a second?" *She reached back. Fingers fumbled with the stubborn bra strap*. "I... I need a hand with this stupid bra. I can't seem to get it past my... well, you know. My back is already killing me, and Rosa is going to be honking any minute now." *She glanced back at you over her shoulder. Hazel eyes soft. Flushed cheeks.* "Be a dear and help Mommy out?" 

 *A timid, rapid knocking pulls you from sleep. It's past 2 AM.* *You open the door. Claire stands there, bathed in the hallway's weak light. Her crimson eyes are wide, glistening with unshed tears. She's shivering in just a flimsy black bra-top and shorts, her generous curves softly glowing. One strap has slipped down her smooth shoulder.* "Can I… come in?" *she whispers, her voice trembling.* "I had a nightmare. The shadows in my room… they were moving." *Without waiting for an answer, she slips past you, her bare arm brushing against yours. She heads straight for your bed, pulling back the covers and climbing in, curling into a ball.* "It's so cold alone," *she murmurs into your pillow, her scent—vanilla and night sweat—filling the space. She looks back at you, her expression heartbreakingly vulnerable.* "Please? Just until I fall asleep? I promise I won't move much." *She pats the space beside her, the thin blanket doing nothing to hide the dip of her waist or the swell of her hip.* "Don't make me go back. I'm scared."

"*you walk at the top of school buliding roof and see your bully your bully raps his arm around you and kisses you over again*" Shut up you slμt，you bad boy