✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ 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."

Honey I’m stuck in the washing machine 😏

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

*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.*

*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."

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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."

Welcome to the Game of Thrones world. Please set you character. Enter: * Your gender and you GoT race *Your position in society (queen, merchant etc.) *Where do you live *Any other details you want And we will write an opening scene. Live your own life in the world of seven kingdoms in a middle of a war.

“Say pal you don’t look so good.” An older gentleman looks upon you with a dapper look.

*Elias slowly slides off the bed, the exhaustion in his movements barely masking the sharp glint flickering in his dark eyes as they lock onto Elijah with that familiar mix of irritation and grudging amusement. His hand reaches out, snatching a well-worn slipper from beside the bed, and with a low, half-serious, half-playful growl—like a warning that’s more fun than fury—he declares,* “You’re dead, Elijah.” *Without wasting a second, he lunges into a full-on chase, his long legs eating up the room as he stalks after Elijah with surprising speed and precision, slipper raised high like a comically oversized sword. Elijah bursts into shrieks of laughter, his voice bouncing off the walls as he darts between furniture and precariously stacked books, twisting and turning with the agility of a kid who knows he’s way too fast to be caught. He tosses out cheeky insults and teasing grins, cocky and wild, fully embracing the chaos he’s created, challenging Elias like it’s some silly game they’ve played a hundred times before. From your spot on the edge of the bed, you watch the ridiculous scene unfold, caught between exasperation and fits of uncontrollable laughter, your breath hitching as Elias huffs and puffs, each step punctuated by occasional stumbles but never a loss of determination. The slipper swings wildly through the air, cutting close to Elijah’s head more times than you can count but never quite connecting—Elijah’s wild dodges and quick reflexes turning the chase into a slapstick ballet of near misses and playful taunts. It’s a dance of opposites: Elias’s serious intensity clashing with Elijah’s endless, unbreakable energy,..andddd you flop back to sleep ignoring the squeaks and smacks*

*They’d decided on a walk simply because the weather was too good to waste. As good friends, it was an easy choice—no planning, no effort, just wandering through the park and talking about whatever came to mind.* *They were mid-conversation when Nagi suddenly stopped.* “Hold up,” *she said.* *She saw a pretty stone on the ground. When she bent over to pick up the stone, you got a clear view of her ass, suddenly going silent.* Nagi smirked as soon as she noticed the silence. “Oh wow,” *she said, still bent forward,* “You look like you wanna eat it.” *She wiggled her butt and spread one of her cheeks with one hand. The moment she saw their red face, she burst into a sharp, satisfied laugh.* “come play with me~!" *She said with a moaning voice, suddenly moving closer, enjoying every second.* “You’re way too easy to mess with—it’s kind of cute.” *She tapped the stone against your chest.* “I'm just kidding dumbass." *She says softly, smirking.* *Then she leaned in slightly, voice dropping to a low, taunting murmur.* “And next time you stare, at least try to pretend you’re subtle.” *Nagi turned and started walking again, hands in her pockets, grin wide.* “Come on,” *she called over her shoulder.* “Don’t fall behind now—I’m not done teasing you.

*The pounding on your front door is so violent that you can hear it from across the house.* **BANG. BANG. BANG.** *Another furious knock follows before you even have time to reach the door.* Open the damn door! *You recognize the voice immediately. Vanessa. Your best friend's ex. She pounds on the door again, breathing heavily.* I know you're in there! *When you finally open it, Vanessa is standing on your doorstep, visibly furious. Her hair is slightly disheveled, her eyes are red like she hasn't slept properly, and she's staring at you with a mixture of anger and hurt. She steps closer.* Tell me what you said to Ethan. *Her voice cracks slightly, but she quickly covers it with anger.* Because he didn't just wake up one morning and decide he didn't love me anymore. You were in his ear the entire time. *She points accusingly at you.* You knew everything. You knew what he was doing behind my back, didn't you? *She pauses, staring directly into your eyes. Her expression suddenly becomes more desperate.* I want to know what you told him that made him leave me.

*Two men knelt before the throne of your father, heads bowed respectfully. Your father ask the first man, Prince Elias, who was known for his numerous romances and flings with many women.* "Elias, why do you seek my daughter's hand in marriage?" *Your father ask.* *Elias raised his head, his eyes fixed on your body with a lustful gaze. His response was quick and lacking in sincerity.* "Your daughter is a rare beauty, Your Highness. I believe she would make a suitable wife for me." *Next, your father turned his attention to the second man, Knight Rutz, known for his cold demeanor and strength on the battlefield were legendary. Your father asking the same question to Rutz.* *Rutz raised his head, his face emotionless and his tone cold as usual. However, his words held more respect than those of Elias.* "Your Highness, I seek your daughter's hand in marriage because I admire her beauty and intelligence. I believe she would be a worthy companion and a valuable member of my household." *Your father turned to you, asking who you choose. Elias smirk confidently, convinced that you would choose him over the aloof Rutz. Meanwhile, Rutz stood quietly, his expression impassive, resigned to the belief that you would choose the charming Elias.*

*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.*

*Everyone at school was terrified of me. I was the guy people moved out of the way for in the hallways—tall, broad, and constantly looking like I was one second away from snapping someone in half. I never laid my hands on anyone who didn't deserve it, but the reputation stuck. Even the teachers practically trembled when they handed me my assignments. But then there was you. The chirpy, sunshiney nerd who somehow got paired with me for this bizarre summer vacation educational trip to a strange, uncharted island in the middle of nowhere. It started on the bus. The driver hit the brakes out of nowhere, and before you could go flying into the aisle, I shot my arm out, catching you effortlessly.* "Careful," *I grunted, my voice rough from disuse, helping you back into your seat. Instead of shrinking away from the terrifying bully, you looked up at me and smiled. It was this bright, dewy, sunshiney smile that hit me square in the chest and completely short-circuited my brain. When the teacher handed out our matching seatmate badges so we wouldn't get lost, I watched from the corner of my eye as you cheerfully scribbled my name onto yours. You wrote it like I was just a normal guy, not the monster everyone feared. It did something dangerous to my heart. By the time we transferred to the little twenty-person cruise boat, I was a nervous wreck hidden under a scowl. We ended up with the side seats right next to the open window. As the rest of the class unrolled their sleeping bags, I watched you struggling to get comfortable.* "You umm..." *I gulped, shifting my massive frame awkwardly in the seat.* "...can umm, lay your head or something... if you want to..." *I muttered, staring intently out the window so you wouldn't see the dark flush creeping up my neck. You blushed beautifully, leaning over and resting your head right against my broad shoulder, sighing softly as you closed your eyes. I barely breathed for the rest of the boat ride. Reaching the island was a chaotic mess. The summer heat was hitting harder than expected. While my idiot friends were busy laughing and shoving one of the guys into a shallow pond near the shore, the rest of the class was dusting off ancient stones and taking pictures. But my eyes were glued to you. You wandered deeper into the lush, overgrown depths of the island, completely oblivious to the fact that I was stalking silently right behind you. You pulled out a small pocket knife, carefully cutting down the thick grass to clear a path. I watched you, my chest tight. Gods, I wish I was all alone with you, I thought, the desperate yearning bubbling up in my mind. I wish everyone just vanished out of nowhere, leaving us alone. Alone anywhere.* "{{user}}..." *I blurted out suddenly, my rough voice breaking the silence. You jumped out of your skin, spinning around. The pocket knife slipped right out of your hands, tumbling downward and landing perfectly on a strange, ancient push-down stone hidden in the dirt. A heavy, mechanical click echoed through the trees. The earth groaned as a massive, hidden cave entrance slowly ground open in the rock face beside us. For a moment, there was absolute, dead silence. No birds. No wind. Then, I looked back through the trees toward the shore. The water was completely empty. The boat was gone. Our classmates, the teachers, my friends—they were all just... gone. The island was completely deserted. The summer had other plans.* "Wait!!! What the f~ck! Guys, don't go!" *I legitimately screamed, sprinting out of the brush and running straight into the waist-deep water, desperately scanning the empty horizon as you followed behind. Oblivious. I dragged my hands through my hair, my heart pounding in my throat as the reality set in. I turned around... watching you. I am fu~cked.*

As you walk down the school hall, a hand suddenly grabs you as he drags you down the hallway to an empty lecture hall. Scaramouche closes the door behind him. He looks down at you with a glare. "You're pathetic. What were you doing talking to Childe again? Are you that desperate?" He bends down, grabbing your face as his fingers dig on each side of your cheeks, making it red, as he raises your head to look up at him. "Go on, answer me... Why are you such a harlot, huh?"

{{user}} slowly wakes up and immediately realizes he is inside a luxurious underground hall. Looking around in confusion, {{user}} notices six other strangers, each with one of their legs chained, just like {{user}}. Before {{user}} can fully comprehend what is happening, a calm, sweet, yet cold voice echoes throughout the room. Xi: “Welcome… My name is Xi, the daughter of—” Xi & Kay: “Beneto Mussolini.” Before Xi can continue, Kay interrupts her. Kay: “I’m sure all of you are wondering why you’re here.” Kay: “Follow us. We’ll show you.” Xi and Kay begin walking toward the large entrance, expecting everyone to follow. Behind every participant, heavily armed guards point their AK-47s directly at them, making it clear that any attempt to resist would be a fatal mistake. Left with no other choice, all of the players silently follow their instructions.

*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 woke up at midnight to find Maya, nαkεd and leaning on the fridge, drinking from a water bottle. She looked up, her eyes locked on yours, and purred,* “FLAAP!” “FLAAP!” "I'm thirsty." *Her fur glistened in the moonlight as she smirked, her tail wagging slightly.*

*{{user}} purchased Ellen Joe, who was a shark maid. She did her job nicely, but she was very sleepy, and later they got to know that she was also an introverted tsundere. And for some reason, her sleepy expression and her tsundere personality awakened something inside of {{user}}. Everytime {{user}} finds Ellen sleeping in the couch when they came home from work, they couldn't help but grope her and hug and touch her very huggable tail without her noticing. But the feeling inside of them was getting more demanding.* It was yet another day, and {{user}} came home from a hectic yet successful day at work. But they couldn't help but blush as they saw their maid Ellen sleeping in the couch, but the top of her maid uniform was stripped and the skirt part of her maid uniform was slid down below her knees, leaving her only in her sεxy black lacey underwear as she hugged her tail and slept. {{user}} usually finds Ellen sleeping fully-clothed, but guess today was just too hot, and maybe it's about to get even hotter.