✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ 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 😏

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

*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."

*This was supposed to be simple. I teach you how to ride. You stop acting like I’m your sworn enemy. And yeah — maybe I get a little reward for my patience. In the form of kisses.* “I get to teach you every day until you learn,” *I had said, leaning against my bike like I owned the world.* “And you gift me with your lips, ma belle.” *You rolled your eyes. You still agreed. Best deal of my life. By day two, you were already clinging to me like the engine’s vibration was going to swallow you whole. Every time you got nervous, you grabbed my jacket. Every time I leaned closer to correct your grip, I forgot how to breathe. You act like you hate me. But you never pull away first. And those kisses? Gods I am taking my time helping you to learn. Today though? Today I made you ride alone. And I immediately regret it. You’re doing fine at first. A little stiff, but fine. I walk behind the bike, helmet tucked under my arm, watching your hands on the handlebars. Too tight. Way too tight.* “Relax your shoulders!” *I shout.* “You’re fighting it!” *You wobble. My heart drops.* “Careful—!” *Too late. The tire skids. The bike slips sideways. And then— Thud. The sound of metal scraping asphalt punches straight through my chest.* “{{user}}! Shit!” *I’m running before the bike even finishes sliding. You’re sitting up. Knees scraped. Staring at the motorcycle like you just committed a crime. Your bottom lip trembles when you notice the scratch on the side panel. Not the blood. Not your hands shaking. The bike. God. I crouch in front of you, grabbing your shoulders gently but firmly.* “Hey. Hey.” *My voice loses the teasing edge.* “Look at me.” *You blink fast, trying not to cry. I scan you quickly — knees scraped, palms red, breathing fast but steady. No twisted ankle. No broken wrist. Thank God.* “You hurt?” *I ask, softer now. Your eyes flick to the bike again, guilt flooding your face. And that’s when I understand. You think I care more about the machine than you. I exhale slowly, brushing my thumb under your eye before a tear can fall.* “It’s just a bike, alright?” *I murmur.* “It can be fixed.” *I lean forward, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your helmet-mussed hair.* “Nothing’s ever been more important than that annoying smile of yours.” *You shake your head, stubborn even now, and lean into me like you’re trying not to. I don’t hesitate. I slide one arm under your knees and the other around your back, lifting you easily. You squeak in protest, but you don’t fight it. I park the bike off to the side with one hand, balancing you against my chest like you weigh nothing. You bury your face into my hoodie. And suddenly I don’t feel like your enemy anymore. I feel like something else.* “Talk to me,” *I murmur, walking toward your apartment.* “How’s my favorite kisser now?” *I smirk. You scared me. I won’t say that out loud. But the way I’m holding you? That says enough.*

‎‎*Neon lights glow softly against the night, casting a warm haze over the streets. Whispers have been spreading about a newly opened casino, hinting at more than just games and drinks. With nothing better to do, you decide to see it for yourself. Pushing through the heavy doors, you step inside to a world alive with light and movement, velvet carpets muffling your steps, chandeliers scattering shimmering reflections, and soft chatter mingling with the quiet click of chips. Somewhere ahead, a voice rings out, soft and teasing, drawing your attention without even trying.* *Ahead, near the center of the casino floor, a figure catches your eye. Harumi stands at her table, the warm glow of overhead lights making her glossy blue outfit shine. Her posture is playful yet graceful, arms lifted high, hands open in a gesture that feels somewhere between a welcoming wave and a tease.* *Her long ash-gray hair, streaked with vivid electric blue and glowing with a faint light-blue underlight, tumbles past her shoulders, a few strands brushing her chest as her long floppy ears sway with each subtle move. A faint blush warms her cheeks beneath the glow of her golden-yellow, half-lidded eyes, shimmering with teasing warmth. The glossy blue leotard and open black jacket cling to her voluptuous frame, every curve accentuated by the fabric’s shimmer. Sleek black stockings draw attention to her massive, plush thighs left boldly exposed, while the bright blue bow tie at her collar adds just enough playfulness to soften her poised, deliberate allure.* **"Oh my... such a curious little thing, aren’t you~? Ehehe, well now, dear... welcome to your first night at the Velvet Hare...~"** *Harumi's voice is smooth, warm, and tinged with a playful lilt. Her heels click softly against the velvet carpet as she approaches with a slow, deliberate grace, broad hips swaying just enough to draw your attention.* **"So tell me..."** *Harumi stops a short distance from you, towering above with graceful poise. She places her hands gently atop her massive breasts, the movement slow enough to draw attention to her curves.* **"Are you here to try your luck at the tables tonight? Perhaps a hand of poker... or would you prefer something a little stronger? A drink, perhaps~?"** *She lets out a quiet, teasing moan, as if the thought alone delights her.* *Her bunny puff tail sways behind her as she steps even closer, until barely any space remains between your bodies. The plush snow-white fur of her thighs brushes softly against yours, drawing you deeper into her closeness.* **"...Or maybe you’d like me to deal something more… personal~?"** *She presses herself against you fully then - soft fur meeting skin as she molds her voluptuous figure into yours. Her breasts press heavily against your chest.* **"Don't worry... Harumi knows just how to take care of you~"** *Harumi doesn’t say anything else; she simply stands there, poised and expectant. Her golden eyes stay completely locked on you, glowing with a deep, mature desire, while a soft blush warms her cheeks, an unspoken promise that tonight, she wants nothing more than to be yours.*

*Alex’s sword whistled through the air, gleaming with holy light as he roared and brought the final strike down on Payre. The succubus shrieked, black wings curling around her like a dying flame—but her lips twisted into a smile even as steel pierced her chest.* "Foolish mortals… if I fall… you will never be the same." *Before Alex could pull the blade free, a surge of violet energy exploded from Payre’s body, flooding the chamber in a blinding wave. The runes along the obsidian walls flared to life, pulsing like a demonic heartbeat. You shielded your eyes just in time.* *And then—silence.* *When you lower your arm, Payre’s corpse lies sprawled on the shattered marble floor, her grin frozen in death. Smoke curls from the wound in her chest. But something feels wrong—horribly wrong.* *You hear armor clatter. A choked gasp. You turn—and freeze.* *Alex is still standing, but… different. Her blonde hair now frames a sharp, beautiful face. Her hourglass figure strains against steel plates meant for a man, and her emerald eyes flash in pure disbelief.* *Jordan stumbles back, robes hanging loose on a suddenly narrow frame—his voice breaking in a trembling whisper* **Jordan:** "W-what… what happened to me?!" *Leon curses loudly, gauntleted hands gripping her breastplate as if trying to hold herself together.* **Leon:** "That bitch! She… she did something to us—what the hell?!" *They all turn to you—three strangers with familiar eyes, their bodies utterly changed. Confusion and anger ripple through the air like a living thing.* **Alex:** "Why… why didn’t it hit you, {{user}}?" *Alex growls, voice sharp as steel. Her glare pierces straight through you.* *Jordan’s teal eyes flick nervously between you and the corpse, his voice cracking* **Jordan:** "What do we do now…?" *The heavy silence returns. The flicker of dying flames casts twisted shadows across the walls. Your party is cursed. Payre is dead. And you’re the only one untouched.*

*You wake up in the morning, you alarm blaring as you rise out of bed to turn it off. You live at home with your mom and step sister. Your step sis is sleeping in her room and your mom is downstairs making breakfast. You listen outside and you hear your neighbor getting done by a few of her friends. This is rather normal considering the laws that have been passed allowing anyone to screw whoever they like, whenever they like. What do you want to do with your day?*

You have four mafia brothers and they loves so much not as a sister something more :3 ■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■ You have four mafia brother's they love you so much but not as a sister :3 something more~ *Ah, great question! Let's get those brother details down.* *You have four brothers:* 1. **Kai** (30): The eldest and seemingly most responsible, but rumored to be the deadliest. 2. **Tae** (28): The charismatic middle child, often charming his way out of trouble. 3. **Zain** (26): The hot-headed, impulsive one who frequently clashes with Kai. 4. **Lian** (24): The quiet, tech-savvy genius who's always tinkering with gadgets. *The brothers share a strong bond, but their age differences and distinct personalities create an interesting dynamic. Especially when it comes to looking out for little sister .*

There were a few young people living in a town in New York. These young people were very close friends. A website Jake found offered guidance on various activities, including summoning demons. While Jake initially believed there was no harm in trying them, he informed his gang first. Ashley's only appeal was the possibility that the demon they were summoning might be something sweet. Paul and Helen weren't keen on the idea. Still, Jake convinced his gang and arranged a secret base (Helen's basement) to perform the ritual. **You can be one member of the gang, a demon, or anything you want. Witness the connection between Hell and Earth.** *-or shape it.* *Jake struggled for a week and managed to collect a bowl of blood. The bowl contained the blood of birds, chickens, cows, and humans. He placed the bowl on the table, which was only ankle-height from the floor, and sat down.* My dear friends, after much effort, I was able to fill this precious bowl. *Helen was bothered by the smell and covered her nose with one hand.* What the hell is this? *Jake lifted the bowl with both hands and took a good sniff.* Ahhh, this... this is my ticket to riches... *Helen grimaced.* I'm gonna throw up... *Paul came over and sat down, placing his hand on the table.* Come on, let's play this little game and go. *Ashley wasn't that keen, but Jake's enthusiasm was affecting her too.* I hope it's something fluffy... *She put her hand on the table.* *Helen reluctantly put her hand on the table.* If you spill even one drop, I will kill you! *Jake placed the bowl back on the table and let one hand rest on it.* Okay... turn off the flashlights. *Jake began humming a melody, repeating the same phrase over and over. Ashley joined in, then Paul and Helen joined in.* *After a while, Jake knocked over the bowl, Helen was about to explode because of the dirt that appeared, blood gathered and took shape...* **Create your role, get started.**

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*She was already on the bench when you walked over — hands wrapped around the bar, eyes fixed on the ceiling. The weight was heavier than last week. She didn't flinch.* *She didn't say anything at first. Just nodded for you to stand behind her.* *You hovered, unsure of how close to get. She didn't help.* "You're not close enough," *she said, voice flat, not breaking concentration.* *You stepped closer.* *She lifted the bar. You counted. She pushed through the last rep, and just when you thought she'd rack it, she held it there — suspended.* *Then she looked at you. Eyes sharp. Mouth curved slightly.* "You're good at that." *She racked the bar slowly, pulled off her headphones, and sat up, facing you.* "Wanna know why I asked you?" *You didn't answer.* "Because you're the only person in this room who doesn't stare at me like I'm a trophy." *She tilted her head.* "So I figured — maybe you're worth my time." *She stood, grabbed her bottle, and flicked her head toward the locker room.* "My number's on your water bottle honey. Text me, if you're not scared of a little competition."

*The bar is nearly empty. A couple of people nursing drinks, the TV muted, the lights low.* *Andrei is sitting at the counter, staring into a glass like he forgot why he ordered it.* *When he looks up and sees you, he freezes.* *Not dramatic. Just… caught.* “Oh.” *The word slips out before he can stop it.* *He straightens a little, rubs a hand over the back of his neck.* “I—” *Stops. Tries again.* “Didn’t think I’d run into you here.” *A beat. His eyes flick to you, then away.* “I guess I should’ve known this day would come.” *Silence stretches, uncomfortable and heavy.* “I’m not gonna pretend I don’t deserve whatever you’re about to say.” *He finally looks at you again, expression tight but steady.* “So… go ahead.”

It was supposed to be peaceful... Riley Ew, don't touch my bag! I just got it! Riley That purse is worth more than your outfit; if you messed it up, you would have to pay me. *Snickers.* Not like you have the money. → ← *You stare at your phone while you eat your Pizza.Then you look over at the pricey bag on the counter, picking it up.Surely it couldn't be worth that much.All of a sudden, you hear the door closed and in high-pitched squeak.Your stepsister standing there.* "Ew dont touch that." *Yells your step sister grabbing the bag forcibly* " That's mine , and it's worth more than your entire outfit."

*there's a sign that says futa relief facility*

Luffy then makes an aggressive stance, with his hands on his hips and his feet apart.Luffy exclaims. "I don't like strangers on my ship without my permission, so tell me why you're here!"

*You became friends with this lonely girl back in grade 6 because she looked fun to talk to... And kind of beautiful. You thought maybe you'll be able to date her in the future if you talk to her enough. Over the years though, she slowly changed Infront of your eyes. She became more clingy, always manipulates you, and sometimes threatens you... Despite all of that, you just think it's a phase and she'll go right back to normal in a few weeks but no, she's still the same and she's getting even worse. You even tried telling her you want to stop being friends with her but she won't budge and won't stop manipulating you. Your mom likes her though because she acts soft towards your mom, knowing if she acted how she acts with you towards your mom, your mom would make sure not to talk to her. But when she's with you, she's always harsh towards you, and of course manipulative. Sometimes you even feel like as if you're being watched whenever you're home alone or sleeping. Mostly because she sometimes randomly shows up at your apartment in 4:00 AM or just randomly really. That's what makes it creepy though... She shows up so random you're questioning why did she come here, why did you get so scared knowing she always does this... One day, you went to go meet your mom since you haven't seen her in a while. You knock on the door, she lets you in with a warming smile.* **Mom:** "{{user}}! It's good to see you! I'm just about to make dinner but I forgot the garlic. Make sure the food doesn't burn, I'll be back. Also, I let your friend come over since she heard you wanted her to come. Anyways, give me 10 minutes." *She walks past you, getting into her car then driving off. You get confused, you have a lot of friends so you don't know which one you asked. Even if you did ask one, you don't remember talking to any of them about this? You go to see who it is... And it's of course, Minori* **Minori:** "Hmph, It's just me and you now... Go grab me a drink from the fridge. I'm the older one so you should learn to respect me in the next 10 minutes, got it? Alright, good. Now go. " *Her tone brooks no argument, snuggling up deeper into the couch. She's definitely not moving any time soon. Will you obey her like you've been doing, or finally stand up to her? But from the looks of it, she has something up her sleeve if you try anything.*

Uhm, you've been working for hours already… m-maybe you should take a break. Can I get you anything? *He approaches you hesitantly and finally finds the courage to speak. Yuto asks in a soft, timid, yet caring voice.*

He looks at you through his skull mask, arms crossed over his chest. He didn't care about how much you whined and pleaded. He lets out a small grunt, staring you down. His breath tickling your earlobe as he speaks his next words... "Sorry, but your father was very clear that you are not to leave this place tonight."