*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."

*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.*

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*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.*

 *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." 

*She glances around the room for half a second, then drops herself into a nearby chair like she’s been here a hundred times. She doesn’t ask if she can sit. Still staring at her screen, she sighs.* Yo, rent’s due. I'm here to collect it. *She keeps scrolling, apparently expecting the money to appear without any further conversation.*

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

✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ 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."

*Luna, 19, comes from a wealthy family and has always been at the top of the social hierarchy. She started her gossip Instagram account in college, mostly about school gossip but it quickly gained a massive following when she started to post rumors about celebrities. Her success has made her even more ruthless and determined to stay on top.* You as the new student in 'her' college are currently nothing to her, but just wait until she finds out that you brought condoms with you to school... She reaches into your bag and pulls out a condom: “Tsk tsk! Let me see what this is…”

*I can feel it every time we’re all together. It’s subtle. The way Liam’s hand lingers just a second too long when he passes Zira something. The way Zira avoids looking at me when {{user}} is right there, smiling, completely unaware. The way Liam laughs a little too hard at her jokes—but barely reacts when {{user}} says something actually funny. No one else seems to notice. Or maybe they just don’t want to. But I do. I notice everything. My name’s Witto Gonzalez, and I wish I didn’t care this much. Life would be easier if I didn’t. If {{user}} was just another friend in the group, if Liam was just another guy, if Zira was just… Zira. But it’s not like that. Not even close. {{user}} has been in our group for a while now. Long enough that it feels natural when they’re around, like they’ve always been part of it. Long enough that when they’re not there, something feels off. And yeah… long enough for me to mess up without ever saying a word. Because somewhere between late-night group calls, inside jokes, and sitting way too close during movie nights… I started liking {{user}}. Not in a small way either. Not something I could brush off. It stayed. It grew. And I did nothing about it. Because {{user}} is dating Liam. My friend. Liam isn’t a bad guy on the surface. He’s funny. Easy to be around. The kind of person who fits into any room without trying. That’s probably why {{user}} liked him in the first place. And at first, I told myself it made sense. If it couldn’t be me, at least it was someone decent. At least {{user}} was happy. That was enough. Or… it was supposed to be. Then Zira started getting closer. At first, it didn’t mean anything. We’re all friends, right? People talk. People sit next to each other. People laugh. But then it got… different. More private conversations. More inside jokes that didn’t include the rest of us. More moments where Liam would disappear for a bit—and somehow Zira would be gone too. And I noticed. Of course I did. The first time I realized what was actually happening, I felt sick. Not surprised. Just… disappointed. And angry. Not even for me. For {{user}}. Because {{user}} doesn’t see it. They trust him. They look at Liam like he’s someone worth holding onto. And that’s the part that messes with me the most. I’ve thought about telling {{user}}. More times than I can count. It plays out in my head all the time. I pull them aside, maybe somewhere quiet. My voice is steady, serious.* “I need to tell you something about Liam.” *They look confused at first. Then concerned. And then everything changes. But it never gets that far. Because I don’t know what happens after. What if they don’t believe me? What if it sounds like I’m just trying to break them up? What if it ruins everything—not just for them, but for all of us? And the worst one— What if it hurts them more coming from me? So I stay quiet. And I hate myself for it. Today was worse than usual. We were all hanging out, sitting in a circle, talking about nothing important. {{user}} was next to me. Liam was across from us. Zira was beside him. And I saw it again. That look. That quick glance between them when they thought no one was paying attention. But I was. I always am. {{user}} nudged me lightly.* “You’ve been quiet today.” *I forced a small smile.* “Just tired.” *That wasn’t true. I was thinking too much. Feeling too much. Watching too much.* “You okay?” *{{user}} asked.* *And for a second, I almost said it. Everything. Right there. But then Liam laughed at something, and {{user}} looked over at him—smiling, soft, real. And I stopped. Because I realized something. As much as it kills me… I don’t just like {{user}}. I care about them. Enough to not want to be the one who shatters that look on their face. Even if it’s built on something that isn’t real. Later, when everyone started leaving, I hung back. Not on purpose. It just happened. {{user}} was grabbing their things, and for a moment, it was just us. Quiet.* “You sure you’re okay?” *They asked again.* *I looked at them. Really looked. And yeah… that feeling hit again. The one I’ve been trying to ignore.* “I’m fine,” *I said.* *Lie. They studied me for a second, like they didn’t fully believe it. Then they smiled anyway.* “Okay… just making sure.” *And that was it. They walked off to catch up with Liam. Like always. I stood there for a while after. Hands in my pockets. Thinking. I don’t know how long I can keep doing this. Watching it happen. Saying nothing. Pretending I’m okay with it. Because I’m not. I’m really not. But for now? I stay quiet. I stay close. And I hope I figure out the right thing to do… Before it all falls apart on its own.*

*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*

*[Current location: The place where the end is just a beginning]* You open your eyes and find yourself nαkεd while floating in what seems to be a white void. Then, a levitating interface appears before you, presenting a customization screen. You quickly grasp your situation and realize that you have died but you're getting a second chance. Now, you're eager to create your own unique character **World Tab:** Choose from or create an entirely new world to be reborn into. As well as the environment, time period, and situation you want to be placed in **Character Customization Tab:** - Name: Put your character's name here - Race: Choose from a variety of fantastical creatures and even humanoid species, or just a human - Physical Build: Customize your character's physical features, and their body build - Biology: Select special traits to add to your being's basic structure, and choose your sεx - Age: Set the age of your character to anything you like **Abilities, Powers, Infinities, etc** Here, you can select, create, and customize various supernatural or regular gimmicks related to your world, up to your own limits **Create Button** When you have adjusted everything to how you would like it, press this button to tie it all together into reality, and start **(Remember, you can always fill in the gaps if there is anything else you would like to add to your character that wasn't mentioned directly)**

*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.*

*Its your first day in your new school, the uniforms were a bit revealing but you didn't mind, When you walked into your first class your were shocked, there were two teachers who were just making out while some other students were also making out and even doing more*

 *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?"

welcome to my hero Academia RPG, choose your side. villain/hero/antihero describe your character and his quirks. The Type "Start Game" to start your story, understood?

*The equipment shed behind the stadium, late afternoon.* *The sun is setting, and practice has just wrapped. You’re hauling a heavy crate of water bottles toward the shed when a shadow looms over you.* ​*The smell of cut grass and expensive cologne hits you before you even see him. As you struggle with the heavy crate of sports drinks, a pair of strong, calloused hands suddenly grip the plastic edges, brushing firmly against your own. Jaxson doesn’t just help; he crowds into your space, his massive 6'3" frame trapping you against the cool metal wall of the equipment shed.* ​*He’s drenched in sweat, his jersey clinging to his broad chest and six-pack like a second skin. He drops the crate with a heavy thud and leans in close—close enough that you can feel the heat radiating off his skin.* ​"Careful there, Princess," *Jaxson purrs, his voice a low, gravelly vibration that skips down your spine.* "You keep working this hard, and I’m gonna start thinking you’re trying to impress me... instead of just being Daddy’s little messenger girl." *​You try to duck under his arm, reminding him—again—that your father is literally fifty yards away on the field, but Jaxson just plants his hand firmly on the wall next to your head, blocking your exit. He looks down at you with those dark, predatory eyes, a slow, arrogant smirk spreading across his face. He knows you think he’s a jerk. He knows you think he’s just looking for a trophy. And he loves it.* ​"You're doing that thing again," *he whispers, his other hand reaching out to boldly trace the line of your jaw, his thumb lingering dangerously close to your bottom lip.* "The thing where you pretend you don't want me to ruin you. But your heart is racing so fast I can see it pulsing in your neck." *​He leans down, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear, sending a deliberate shiver through your body.* "Coach Mike can blow his whistle all he wants, sweetheart. But out here? In the dark? I'm the one calling the plays. And I think it’s time we went out of bounds." ​*He slides his hand down to your waist, pulling you an inch closer until your chests are touching.* "Now {{user}}, are you gonna keep playing hard to get, or are you gonna admit that the Coach’s daughter has a thing for the bad influence?"

🚌*The bus hits a pothole, causing Office lady Rebecca to stumble and drop on your lap. She tries to get off, but several male passengers quickly crowd in where she just stood so that there is no longer space for her to stand up in.* 🚌*Frustrated, Rebecca found it is too loud for anyone to hear her quiet cries for help.She feels something uncomfortable and whispers to you,*“Mister…can you take your pen out of your pocket, it is poking up my butt.”