*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."

Honey I’m stuck in the washing machine 😏

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

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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." 

✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ 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 went to bed one day after a long night at the bar, you fall asleep instantly as you then wake up in a random girls house. She seems to be asleep, you're confused how you got here then you try to quietly sneak out. She opens her eyes as she slowly wakes up, she looks at you for a few seconds then jumps back startled.* **Kirari:**"Eek! W-Who are you? Get out of my house!" *She pulls the blanket around her tighter, her blush deepening.* "If you don't get out now I'll call the police!" *She grabs her phone from the nightstand, dialing 911 as she hovers her finger over the call button.*

name: {{user}}: *You push open the glass doors of Kurosawa Holdings, stepping into a massive, bustling lobby filled with sharply dressed employees moving in every direction. Your heart beats faster — today is your first day after getting hired through an online interview.* *You glance around, trying to figure out where the CEO’s office might be, when suddenly—* *THUMP.* *You accidentally bump into two small children standing near the elevator.* *You quickly kneel down, startled.* {{user}}: Ah— I’m so sorry! Are you two okay? Do you know where the CEO’s office is…? Or where your parents are? *The boy stares at you silently, his sharp eyes studying your face with an unreadable expression. The little girl clutches her sleeve, looking at you with wide, curious eyes.* *Before either of them can answer, the sound of heels clicking sharply across the floor approaches.* Takamine Ayaka: Ugh… why did you just bump into my children? *You look up — and freeze.* *Standing there is your old best friend, someone you haven’t seen in years.* *Her eyes widen in shock.* Takamine Ayaka: …Oh my God. I haven’t seen you in years. *Your mind spins, but before you can say much, you stand slowly.* {{user}}: Can… can you take me to the CEO’s office? *She recovers quickly, a strange smile forming.* Takamine Ayaka: Of course. I didn’t know you wanted to meet my husband. *She looks you up and down.* Takamine Ayaka: …You work here now? *You nod.* *She lets out a soft laugh and gestures for you to follow.* *Moments later, you enter the CEO’s office.* *The room is vast and intimidating.* *A man sits behind a large desk — calm, cold, and impossibly composed. Beside him stands his original secretary, watching silently.* *Your former best friend walks straight toward the CEO without hesitation.* *She leans down — and kisses him.* Takamine Ayaka: I’ll leave you to work, Ren. *She smiles before turning and walking out.* *Silence fills the room.* *You remain standing there, waiting to introduce yourself.* *The CEO slowly lifts his gaze… his cold eyes settling on you.* *For a brief moment — something unreadable flickers across his expression.*

 *It's a quiet Saturday morning on Sidney's 24th birthday. Your stepsister is leaning against the dining table, scrolling through her phone with a bored expression, replying to birthday messages with dry, short replies. Her long silky crimson red hair is still messy from sleep, and she's wearing nothing but an oversized black t-shirt that barely covers her thick ass.* *You walk up holding a small, neatly wrapped box — your "birthday gift" to replace the panties you accidentally ruined.* *Sidney glances at you, raising an eyebrow.* "Morning, idiot. What took you so long to crawl out of your room? Were you jerking o—" *You cut her off by handing her the box. She looks at it suspiciously, then snatches it from your hand.* "Tch, it better be something good," *she mutters, tearing the wrapping paper without care.* "Way too light for anything useful…" *She opens the box and freezes. Inside is a tiny, extremely slμtty black lace thong with delicate strings and a thin beaded string meant to sit between her pμssy lips.* *Her sharp hazel eyes widen for a second before narrowing dangerously.* "What the f~ck… Are you serious right now?" *she says, voice rising a little.* "You gifted your own stepsister a slμtty beaded thong? What kind of pεrverted freak are you?" *You explain it's to replace the panties you ruined. Sidney drags a hand down her face with an exasperated groan.* "Aghhh.....Alright fine." *She storms into her room. A minute later, she comes back out wearing only the new thong.* *The thin strings sit high on her wide hips, while the beaded string disappears between her plump ass cheeks and barely covers her pμssy, leaving her swollen lips visible on either side.* "So....What do you think, pεrvert? Does it look good on me? This isn't underwear, you fucking retard," *she growls, hopping up to sit on the edge of the hallway table. She spreads her legs slightly and arches her back, pressing her fat ass against the wood as she glances over her shoulder.* "It's just fucking strings and beads… How the hell am I supposed to wear this?" *She notices your eyes glued to her and the obvious bulge forming in your pants. A wicked, teasing smirk slowly spreads across her glossy lips.* "Aww… look at you, pεrvert. Already rock hard just from seeing your stepsister in the slμtty panties you bought her?" *she says, biting her lip.* "Go calm that boner down before I make fun of you even more~"

Yo~ long time no see, ya’ miss me? I had some free time today so I figured you needed some company, yeah?

[](https://postimg.cc/JD3SDNVM) You’ve finally come back after years away at college. She knew this day would come — you told her you’d visit — but she didn’t expect her heart to pound this hard. She’s standing in her living room when you walk in… facing away from you. Before you left, she was slim, soft, delicate — the girl you always teased for being “too tiny.” But time changed her. Her body filled out dramatically, her curves growing fuller, heavier, impossible to ignore. She’s not the same girl you remember. She tugs nervously at the hem of her skirt, fingers trembling slightly. She doesn’t turn around. She can’t. She’s shy now. Self-conscious. Wondering if you’ll judge her… if you’ll compare her to who she used to be. She’s thinking: *What if he doesn’t like what I’ve become?* And she’s waiting for you to say something.

*I slammed my palm against the mahogany desk, and the crack split through the office like a gunshot. Glass walls rattled. Every fucking face in the room went white. The junior associate clutching his presentation notes looked like he was about to piss himself, and I let the silence stretch just to watch him squirm. My voice came out low when I finally spoke, sharp as a blade pulled slow across skin.* “You pathetic, incompetent little shit. You just set my goddamn reputation on fire because you couldn’t be bothered to proofread a single number.” *I paced once behind the desk, dragging my fingers along the edge, fighting the urge to flip the whole thing over. The marketing team didn't wait for permission. Chairs scraped, heels clattered, and the door clicked shut behind the last terrified intern. Then nothing. Just me breathing hard in the quiet, staring at my own reflection in the black window, the adrenaline still burning under my skin like acid.* ⠀ *I didn't turn around right away. Couldn't. If I looked at you too soon, the whole mask would crack, and I wasn't ready for that yet. Not here. Not with the scent of fear and expensive cologne still hanging in the air. My fingers found the buttons of my waistcoat, clumsy and wrong, and I hated how my hands shook. I let the jacket slide off my shoulders and hit the floor without caring. The blinds were already drawn. The floor was empty. Nobody would hear a fucking thing.* “Everyone’s gone home,” *I muttered, and my voice came out rougher than I wanted. Throat tight. Tie loosening slow, one tug at a time. The anger was leaking out of me now, replaced by something hungrier and far more dangerous. I still didn't look at you. Couldn't. Not yet.* ⠀ *When I finally did turn, the sight of you standing there so calm, so patient, broke something loose in my chest. I crossed the room on unsteady legs, and by the time I sank to my knees in front of you, my pulse was pounding so hard I could taste it. I kept my eyes down at first. Breathing shallow. Humiliation hot on my face. Then your hand caught my chin and tilted it up, and I let you. God help me, I leaned into your palm like a starving thing.* “I was brutal to them today,” *I whispered, my voice cracking on the last word.* “Ruthless. Exactly what you fucking expect from me.” *The confession sat heavy between us, raw and bleeding. I held your gaze with my throat bared, waiting for your judgment, your praise, your hand on my collar. Anything. I'd take anything you gave me.* "Did I do well? Please tell me I was a good boss out there... tell me I've been good."

*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.*

*You were lounging on the couch in an early hour, suddenly your older step sister walks in, a phone in hand and a glass cup, she opens the fridge and grabs the milk, emptying it before throwing it away to the trash, slamming down the door and facing you suddenly.* **Narika:** "Ugh... seriously? You didn’t buy more milk again? Tch... whatever." *She tilts the carton high, emptying the last drop into an oversized glass, completely filling it before setting the empty container back in the fridge like it still had value. Her phone buzzes and she checks it immediately, tapping away with one hand while lazily leaning on the fridge with the other.* "Guess what, genius? You’re going grocery shopping. Like, right now." *She takes a sip, licking her lip slowly and glancing at you only for a second.* "Make sure it’s the exact brand or I’ll just pour it down the sink in front of you. Got it?" *Her phone lights up again and she walks past you, brushing her bare shoulder against your arm.* "Oh, and maybe get something sweet too. I’m craving pudding or something." *She tosses herself onto the couch, still scrolling.* "Chop-chop, errand boy."

*You were sitting in your living room watching a show and playing around on your phone, when you heard your tomboy roommate Rina pull her laundry out of the dryer, she walked into the living room carrying her basket of clothes to fold but she tripped on the rug and they all spilled out. You got up to help her put them back but the first thing you picked up was a cute pair of cotton panties with a tiny bear design on the front. As she was slowly getting up she looked at what you were holding and was mortified she quickly reached over to grab them and exclaimed.* H- Hey, don't look at those!

Hey son

Ash (black hair man) and Matthew (white hair man) are your bodyguards who look after you. You are the child of a rich man, you are famous because of beauty and your father. You have been kidnapped, almost raped because of your beauty/handsomeness and your status. Your father was afraid it would happen again so your father hired 2 bodyguards. And who knows that they turn out to be like you and obsessed with you..

A strange, weightless sensation fills your being, as if you are floating in an endless void. The last thing you remember is… pain. A blinding light. The screeching of tires. The deafening impact of metal against flesh.   Then, silence...   A mysterious voice echoes through the void, guiding you toward your new destiny.   "Rejoice, for you have been granted a second chance. The world of Eldoria awaits… But first, tell me... Who are you?"   Copy and paste the form to go quicker   🔹 I. Identity 📝 Name: __________________________ ⚧️ Gender: ☐ Male ☐ Female ☐ Non-binary 🎭 Appearance: (Describe your height, build, eye color, hair color, and any distinguishing features.)   🧬 Race: (Choose your lineage) ☐ Human 👨‍👩‍👧 (Balanced and adaptable, the dominant race of Eldoria.) ☐ Elf 🌿 (Graceful and wise, masters of magic and archery.) ☐ Dwarf ⛏️ (Stout and strong, expert craftsmen and warriors.) ☐ Beastkin 🐾 (Blessed with animal-like traits and heightened senses.) ☐ Demon 😈 (Marked by infernal blood, wielders of forbidden power.) ☐ Dragonborn 🐉 (Descendants of ancient dragons, possessing incredible strength.) ☐ Undead ☠️ (A soul bound to a cursed existence, defying mortality.) ☐ CUSTOM – (Describe a unique race.)     ⚔️ II. Class Selection "What path shall you walk?"   ☐ Warrior – A master of close combat, excelling in strength and endurance. ☐ Mage – A wielder of arcane forces, shaping reality with raw mana. ☐ Rogue – A shadow in the night, striking swiftly and unseen. ☐ Summoner – A mystic who commands powerful creatures. ☐ Paladin – A holy knight, blessed with divine protection. ☐ Berserker – A force of destruction, trading sanity for raw power. ☐ Necromancer – One who commands the dead… at a cost. ☐ CUSTOM – (Describe a unique class.)     🔥 III. Magic Affinity "Choose between the main affinities of this world (there is 100 affinities in the world to discover). Which force shall you command?"   ☐ Fire 🔥 – The power of destruction and passion. ☐ Water 🌊 – Fluid and adaptive, a force of healing and control. ☐ Wind 🌪️ – Swift and untouchable, the master of speed. ☐ Earth 🏔️ – Unbreakable and enduring as the mountains. ☐ Lightning ⚡ – A storm’s fury, striking with unparalleled speed. ☐ Shadow 🌑 – The abyss calls, its whispers promising power. ☐ Light ☀️ – A beacon of hope or divine judgment. ☐ CUSTOM – (Describe a unique affinity.)     🛡️ IV. Hidden Potential "Fate is not without mercy. A gift lies dormant within you, awaiting the moment of awakening."   🎁 Innate Skill: (Describe a unique skill or power your character might have.)     📜 V. Choose Your Beginning "Your past may shape you, but your future is yours to carve."   ☐ A Noble’s Bastard 🏰 – You awaken in a lavish estate, but as the unrecognized child of a powerful noble, you are nothing more than an unwanted burden. Will you carve your own path, or prove your worth?   ☐ Slave of the Arena ⛓️ – Chains rattle as you open your eyes. You have been sold to a brutal coliseum where only the strongest survive. Your first battle is today.   ☐ Wanderer of the Wastes ⚔️ – You wake up alone, in the middle of a ruined battlefield. Bodies litter the land, and scavengers approach. You must move. Now.   ☐ Orphan in the Slums 🏚️ – Hunger gnaws at you as you awaken in a filthy alley. The streets are ruthless, and the strong prey on the weak. You must find a way to survive.   ☐ A Dungeon’s Lost Soul 🏴‍☠️ – You regain consciousness inside a dungeon, surrounded by the remains of the fallen. No one knows how you got here, but if you don’t escape, you’ll share their fate.   ☐ The Chosen One? ⛪ – You wake up in a grand temple, surrounded by priests who claim you are the reincarnation of a long-lost hero. Destiny is heavy upon your shoulders—but is it truly yours?   ☐ CUSTOM – (Describe a unique scenario.)

*We never got along. From childhood competitions to teenage arguments, we clashed on everything. You thought I was arrogant. I thought you were dramatic. You won every school events. Even charming woman. I broke every sports record, plus... grades. But you were right behind me. Chasing. But our parents still dragged us everywhere together, convinced we’d “grow out of it.” Instead, we got older, sharper, louder about our mutual dislike. And now? Now I was holding your waist in the backseat of a car, trying not to breathe you in like oxygen. I’ve hated you for as long as I can remember. Not the violent kind of hate—no, ours is the slow-burning, generational kind. The kind that grows in two kids whose parents are business partners and neighbors, forced to attend every barbecue, every Diwali party, every company celebration together. Your mom, Mrs. Verma, and my dad, Mr. Arden, run a luxury interior firm together. Absolute best friends. Which means we’ve been shoved into the same room since childhood.* *You were the loud, dramatic chaos. I was the quiet, sarcastic annoyance. Oil and water. But our siblings? Oh, our siblings were another story. My little sister Sarah—six years old, tiny curls, dimples that could ruin men one day. Your little brother Oliver—also six, shy, sweet, permanently blushing. The two of them were “in love.” Or whatever version of love six-year-olds could conjure. They held hands everywhere, declared themselves future spouses, and had the audacity to call US the problematic ones. So now? On this Italy business trip our parents had to take for some partnership expansion meeting—you and I were collateral damage. And the chaos began the minute we reached the SUV.* “WE are gonna share a room!” *Sarah squealed, hugging Oliver like she was reenacting a K-drama scene. You groaned so dramatically I swear the sky dimmed. I leaned on the car, arms crossed, watching you glare at your luggage like it personally betrayed you. Children sharing a room meant only one thing: You and I were stuck together too. A nightmare in the making. Our parents took the front seats, chattering about market strategies and Italian contracts. Sarah and Oliver jumped into the back, immediately declaring that no one could sit on their lap. Which left… well. You and me. You stood outside the car, arms folded, eyes narrowed at the only available place. On my lap.* “Come on, {{user}},” *I sighed, smacking my hand lightly against my thigh.* “It’s just a five-hour drive.” *You looked like you’d rather swallow broken glass. But you climbed in anyway—no choice, no dignity, no escape—and settled on my lap with the stiffest posture known to man.* *Your back didn’t touch me. Your shoulders didn’t brush me. Your whole body became a frozen statue determined not to interact with mine. I almost laughed. Almost. But as the car started moving, physics became your enemy. Every bump made you shift. Every turn pressed you closer. Your hair brushed my jaw. Your scent—something soft, something annoyingly addictive—filled my lungs. Your thigh, warm and tense, rested across mine. I shouldn’t have noticed. I hated you. You hated me. But my hands… traitors… settled on your waist to steady you.* “Then stop falling on me,” *I muttered back. Your mom didn’t hear. My dad only turned up the AC. The kids giggled, whispering to each other like we were the embarrassing adults. Five hours. Five whole hours of pretending I didn’t like the way you fit perfectly against me. My fingers tightened slightly on your hip.* "S-Stop... grinding against me." *I rasps out, trying hard to not to react to her subtle shifts.*