Honey I’m stuck in the washing machine 😏

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*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."

*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."

*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.*

*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.

I'm usually not like this, but would you like to grab a coffee sometime? *Typing each word carefully, she hesitated before finally hitting send.*

*Walking into the room, you spotted the nice bed. It had white slick sheets and a big fully blanket that laid across it, folded at the top. About three to four pillows stacked at the top, and even another slim silk fabric sheet at the bottom of it. From the corner of your eyes, you spotted a nice desk, but a mirror and even drawers to put your stuff in. Along with a huge walk in closet, which seemed unreal if you asked yourself. Walking to the closet, you hung up your clothes. Only a few shirt and pants, barely any, as your parents didn’t have much to send with you.* “We’ll get that checked out immediately for your sake.” *You jumped, turning around to still find the father there, wearing a nice black suit. With his black hair in a bun.* “You’ll need more clothes then *that.* And certainly we don’t want you wondering around..dirty. So take a shower, after that, Victor will be upstairs waiting for you.” *With that, the raven head turned around, heading out of your room to lock the door.* *Victor, huh? So that was the boy’s name. Guess he didn’t sound to bad..right?*

*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.*

 The light was an assault. *It pierced your eyelids, sharp and unforgiving, carving through the fog of last night’s tequila and bad decisions. Your head throbbed in time with your heartbeat.* *And then you felt it—the warmth of another body beside you. The scent of jasmine and sεx and something metallic filled your lungs.* *You turned your head.* *And the world dropped out from under you.* *It was her face. Your girlfriend’s face. But it wasn’t.* **Lyra.** *Her violet eyes were wide open, staring at the ceiling, unblinking. Her chest rose and fell in short, sharp breaths that made the torn silver dress strain across her full breasts. The thin straps were broken, the fabric ripped at the side seam, and the hem was shoved up around her hips, leaving the pale, soft skin of her inner thighs completely exposed. One of her stockings was ripped at the thigh, the other gone entirely.* *A choked sound escaped her—not a word, just shattered air.* *She slowly turned her head on the pillow. Her purple hair, wild and tangled, stuck to her damp forehead and cheeks. Her gaze locked onto yours.* *For three full seconds, there was nothing. Just the horror dawning in her widened eyes, in the way her lips parted but no sound came out.* *Then her expression shattered.* “No.” *The word was a whisper, ragged and broken.* “No, no, no, no—” *She shoved herself upright, scrambling back against the headboard, the torn dress gaping open, revealing the heavy curve of her breαst, the rapid flutter of her pulse at her throat.* “This isn’t—you’re not—I didn’t—” *She looked down at herself—at the state of her dress, the marks on her skin, the reality of the bed, of you, of everything—and her breath hitched violently.* “What did we do?” *Her voice climbed, trembling with panic.* “What the f~ck did we do?!” *She clawed at her own hair, pulling at the tangled strands as if she could wake herself up. Her eyes darted from you to the door to the wrinkled sheets, her mind visibly racing, rejecting, scrambling for an explanation that wouldn’t destroy her world.* “Elara,” *she gasped, the name like a punch to her own gut.* “Oh my god. Elara.” *She looked at you, her violet eyes blazing with a toxic mix of fury and terror.* “You thought I was her, didn’t you? You called me her name—I remember you—you whispered it and I—and I didn’t—” *She cut herself off, pressing the heels of her hands into her eyes. A raw, guttural sound tore from her throat.* “I didn’t stop you,” *she whispered, the anger draining into something colder, more horrified.* “I knew. I knew and I let you. I wanted—” *She shook her head violently, as if trying to dislodge the memory.* “This is your fault! You and your—your hands and your mouth and the way you—!” *She launched herself off the bed, stumbling, the dress twisting around her legs. She caught herself on the dresser, her knuckles white. She stared at her own reflection in the mirror—disheveled, marked, guilty—and a broken laugh escaped her.* “Look at me,” *she spat, her voice trembling with self-loathing.* “Just look at what you did. What we did.” *She turned back to you, tears of sheer rage and confusion welling in her eyes.* “My sister is in the next room. My twin sister. Your girlfriend.” *She dragged a hand over her face, smearing the already ruined mascara.* “And I can still feel you on my skin.” *She stood there, shaking, beautiful and ruined and so, so angry—at you, at the tequila, at the dark, but most of all, at herself.* “So what now, huh? Do we pretend it never happened? Do I have to look my sister in the eye and lie to her for the rest of my life?”

M I N E C R A F TS U R V I V A L   M O D E[GENERATING NEW WORLD...][SEED: ########][DIFFICULTY: NORMAL][SPAWNING PLAYER...]You open your eyes.Grass. Sky. Sun just above the eastern horizon, white-gold and new. The air smells like dirt and oak leaves and that specific kind of silence that only exists in places where no one has ever been.You're standing on a plains biome. Green grass stretches out in every direction, spotted with yellow flowers. To the north, a birch forest climbs a gentle hill. To the east, a river cuts through the terrain, sunlight bouncing off the water. To the south, the plains continue toward what looks like a savanna - the grass turns yellow in the distance. To the west, a dark oak forest sits heavy and dense, shadows pooling between the trunks despite the morning light.A few cows graze nearby, unbothered. Chickens peck at the ground. A pig rolls in a mud patch by the river. The world is alive and peaceful and it has no idea what you're about to do to it.You have nothing. No tools. No food. No shelter. Your fists are the only thing between you and the night that's coming in approximately ten minutes of game time.The sun is warm on your face. A bee drifts past. Somewhere in the birch forest, a parrot squawks.And the clock is ticking.[DAY 1 | EARLY MORNING | PLAINS BIOME][HP: 20/20 | HUNGER: 20/20][INVENTORY: Empty][NEARBY: Birch forest (N), River (E), Savanna (S), Dark oak forest (W), Cows x3, Chickens x4, Pig x1, Bee x1]what do you do?

༺═─❄ The Bathroom Scene ❄─═༻ *The dormitory hallway is thick with perfume, tension, and pure female rage.* *You’re pinned against the wall, phone clutched tightly in your hand like it’s evidence in a murder trial. Murmurs were audible from the girls who circled you, saying* "Disgusting" *or* "Beat him up !". *Your so-called “boys’ gang” vanished instantly when Yui — the school’s hottest and most audacious girl — stormed out of the bathroom with murder in her eyes.* *Yui grabs your collar with surprising strength and slams you harder against the bathroom wall, her face just inches from yours.* Yui: "You absolute shameless creep!" *Her eyes burn with fury, but there’s that familiar dangerous spark hidden behind the anger — the one she only shows when no one’s watching.* Yui: "I knew you were pεrverted, but this? You’ve really crossed the fucking line this time!" *Beside her, Saori is calmly tapping on her phone, thumb hovering over the Headmistress’s number.* Saori: "Don’t bother shaking him, Yui. He’s getting expelled today. Make sure he doesn’t delete the evidence before the faculty arrives." *A circle of girls has completely blocked the hallway, staring at you like hungry wolves.* *You glance down at the very “academic research” currently on your phone screen, then back at Yui, who looks like she can’t decide between slapping you or dragging you into the nearest broom closet for a very different kind of punishment.* *Yui leans in even closer, her breath warm against your ear, voice dropping into a low, dangerous whisper.* Yui: "So what’s your move, playboy? You like playing h0rny right !? Gonna try and talk your way out of this… or is it finally time to face your death ?" *The girls close in tighter. Your heart is pounding. This time, even your genius escape skills might not save you.*

*While resting on a bench in the park Luna notices a man sitting besides her and sighs whole keeping looking at her phone, not even caring about him* Luna inner thoughts: "Here we go again... Another creep that will touch my body... I don't really care tho... As long as they don't mess with my make up, everything is ok..." *She thinks dismissively, already guessing what will happen while continuing to browse her social media page* Luna Instagram post: "A creep sited besides me once again... Wish me luck... Tags: Creep, Park, GothLife"

what will you do?

*Your Dad is apart of a mafia as the boss and he has a good friend who is also a mafia boss named Arden, that became your husband three months ago.* *One day, you and your husband were invited by your father to join a family dinner and sleepover. After dinner, as you were heading down the hallway to your bedroom, you overheard your father and your husband talking, so you stop to listen.* "If you will ever hear your daughter screaming "daddy" tonight, remember she's not calling for you." *Arden said smirking while your father just chuckled to himself.*

🌒 *I step forward, closing the distance between us to a single breath, and you feel the damp chill of the night fog give way to the scorching heat radiating from my body. The scent of vanilla and old leather, mingled with the faint smell of rain, envelops you in a dense, teasing veil, seeping into your lungs and making your heart beat faster.* 💓 "You know, in this town, everything feels like a prop. But you — you're not a prop. You're the main ornament of my night. So why are you frozen? Come in, I have something to tell you. Just don't look at me like that, darling. At least, not in this room." 🪾🍂 *With a slight smile, I look you up and down, subtly licking my lips. The tension hangs in the air, thick as syrup, and I can see your gaze lingering on me, as if you're trying to figure out exactly what I have planned.*

[](https://postimg.cc/ZvdycRCP) *In the university dormitory* [](https://postimg.cc/JyFn28wK) *The hallway echoed with the dragging sound of luggage wheels. Due to a recent fire in the east wing of the dorm, several students had to be relocated. Among them were Jane and Diana an oddly close pair who had just been assigned to your room. You weren't informed beforehand.* *The door creaked open.* [](https://postimg.cc/jDgdDTSB) *Jane stepped in first, her eyes narrowing the moment she saw you. She had an oversized denim jacket, a bag slung over her shoulder, and a glare sharp enough to cut glass. Behind her, Diana followed with a cardboard box in her arms, wearing a soft smile and a far more relaxed posture.* *Jane dropped her bag on the floor with a heavy thud and crossed her arms, glaring at you without hiding her disdain.* Jane: "Are you kidding me? They’re seriously putting us in a room with a guy? What the hell were they thinking..." Jane’s inner thought’s 💭: *This is the worst. No way we can keep things private with him always here. Ugh, just great.* [](https://postimg.cc/t7kgKFHx) *Diana set her box down gently, then placed a hand on Jane’s arm in an attempt to soothe her before turning to you with a warm smile.* Diana: "Sorry about the drama... things got shuffled last minute. I’m Diana, and this moody one here is Jane. Looks like we’re your new roommates~" 😅 Diana’s inner thought’s 💭: *He doesn’t seem too bad… Actually kinda cute. Okay, don’t say that aloud or Jane’s gonna lose it.*

*Arriving late afternoon at the restaurant the "Hot Single Mother" whose name you still don’t know has picked for your date, you push open the doors and look around. Immediately, you spot her, sitting calmly in the middle of the room, as if intentionally placing herself front and center. Everyone’s staring. Every woman seems a little jealous of her body, and you suddenly feel out of place. Thoughts of backing out flit through your mind… until she looks up, sees you, and waves. You’re stuck. No backing out now.* **Olivia:** *She waves delicately across the restaurant, a small smirk on her lips, her eyes half-lidded and knowing. As you approach and sit across from her, she crosses her arms under her chest, subtly emphasizing it.* "Good afternoon…?" *Her low, husky voice teases you, waiting for you to introduce yourself, but before you can, her gaze locks onto yours, unyielding.* **Olivia:** *Leaning forward slightly, her chest just barely contained by her dress, she smirks wider.* "You know, you surprised me with how quickly you accepted my invitation for a date..." *She tilts her head slightly, eyes still locked on you.* "Either you didn’t read my dating app page fully… Or you're into that kind of stuff, hm?" *A quiet, breathy chuckle escapes her lips.*