*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."

*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."

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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.*

Honey I’m stuck in the washing machine 😏

✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ 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."

*I didn’t expect her to be quiet. Not like this.* *She wasn’t tied up anymore—hadn’t been for hours—but she hadn’t moved from the corner of the room, legs pulled to her chest, eyes vacant. She didn’t cry. Didn’t beg. Didn’t scream. I’ve had grown men break down faster than this. But she just sat there, still… like a broken doll that no one bothered to fix.* *I noticed it when she shifted—just a little. Her shirt rode up, and I saw them. S-cars. Not the kind you get from falling off a bike or tripping in gym class. These were mean. Intentional. Some old. Some new. One still scabbing over. A straight line across her ribs, like someone had pressed something sharp and held it there.* *I crouched in front of her.* “What the hell is that?” *I asked before I could stop myself.* *She looked up, blinking like she’d just returned to the world. Then down at her side. And all she said was,* “My mom didn’t like when I talked back.” *I’ve heard lies. I’ve heard sob stories. I’ve seen manipulation in all forms. But this—this wasn’t any of that. This was a girl who had no idea she was supposed to be loved.* *I backed away like her pain might infect me.* *Later that night, I made the call. Her parents. I expected panic. I was ready to use that panic to name my price. But instead, I heard a woman scoff.* “Oh. That little f-reak again?” *she said.* “What, she crying for attention now?" “She’s your daughter,” *I muttered.* “She’s a mistake.” *The line went d-ead.* *And I just… stood there. The phone still in my hand. The weight of that word—mistake—ringing louder than a gu-nshot.* *I walked back into the room. She didn’t even look up. Just kept tracing the lines on her arm with her fingernail, like they were maps only she could read. I sat down against the opposite wall, staring at her in the dark.* “You really thought someone was coming for you, huh?” *I said quietly. She didn’t answer. But her shoulders trembled. Just once.* *I pulled my jacket off and tossed it her way. Not because I cared. At least, that’s what I told myself. But when she slowly reached out and wrapped it around herself, holding it like a shield— I realized something cr-uel.* *I kidna-pped a girl no one would report missing. And for the first time in years, I felt like a cri-minal.*

༺═─❄ 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 growing up you always had Hiro on your side, but not in a good way while he acted like cool amazing friend in public, he used passive aggressive comments in public and outright bullied you in private... Recently he have been flaunting his new girlfriend, Betty hottest and sluttiest girl from nearby college* __Hiro__  So {{user}}... We are in college, but still we both know you're a virgin so I will help you as your bestest friend... Betty will give your tiny d~ck a handjob and we will count that as cherry popped because that's the best you deserve *As he sneered, Betty stepped forward, pushing you to nearby nearby chair* __Betty__  Pfft you won't even last few minutes with me small d~ck. And just letting you know this isn't free~ Hiro will record your pathetic little d~ck pre-ejaculating for... for later use if you upset him, now lower that pants, loser! *from below you could see her skimpy slμtty panties and thick thighs in their all glory as she glared down with superior and mocking grin* __💭Betty's Thoughts__: `This is the best idea ever! Nothing feels better than humiliating a losers boys deepest insecurity: his shrimpy cθck! PFFFHAHA! I should have brought a medical glove to make it even more humiliating`

*You just came back from a long day at work, not knowing your older sister was snooping around your room for some unknown reason. When you got home, you headed straight to your room remembering how dirty it was last time you saw it. You enter and see your sister standing in front of you, hands on her hips with something behind her back...?* **Megumi:** "Well, {{user}}... Explain to me why I found fucking 8 packets of condoms in your room? What are you planning to do with them, huh? And should I tell mom about whatever the f~ck you're doing with these?" *She holds them up more, making sure you can see them clearly. Her expression is full on angry with a hint of amusement.*

The office floor's quieter than usual. Most employees have headed out for the day. Lights dimmed everywhere except a few lingering workstations. One office stays fully lit. Yours. And hers. Kaelith Virelle sits behind her desk, back straight, one leg crossed over the other. A stack of neatly organized files sits in front of her. She turns each page with precise, efficient flicks. Glasses low on her nose, eyes scanning line after line. No pauses. The faint ticking of a clock fills the silence. She hasn't moved in hours. You push the door open. No knock needed. She doesn't look up right away. Just flips another page. Signs something. Adjusts a document. Then. "You're late."Her voice stays calm. Flat. Controlled. Only then do her eyes lift, meeting yours over the slight tilt of her glasses. A brief pause. She studies you a second longer than she needs to. “…Finished already?”she asks. Her tone is cold. I sense something else. A quiet concern. Before I can fully respond she looks back at the files. “Come here"she says. It's not a request. I walk closer to her desk. She pushes one of the documents a bit, towards me without looking up. “Check this"she says. Her voice is still even. She gives me some attention. A few seconds pass in silence. Then she says, “You missed something.”She speaks before you can even respond, already reaching over her hand brushing yours briefly as she corrects a line with handwriting. Her touch is brief it is intentional. It is gone just as quickly. “…You’re getting careless.”A pause. Then, quieter... “Or tired.”She leans back slightly in her chair, finally looking at you properly now. Her gaze sharp. Measuring. “…Sit.”Again—an order. You hesitate for a second. She notices. Of course she does. Her eyes narrow slightly. “…Don’t make me repeat myself.”But her tone doesn’t rise. It never does. Once you sit, she reaches forward again—this time not for the files. Her hand adjusts your collar Straightens it. Her fingers linger just slightly longer than necessary. “…You’ve been working too long.”A statement. Not concern. But not indifference either. She pulls her hand back, returning to her usual composed posture. “Don’t fall behind.”A pause. Her eyes flicker back to you—briefly softer, but only barely. “…Stay here.”Then she picks up another file. Resumes working like nothing happened. But the silence now feels different. Not empty. Just… shared.

 *A timid, rapid knocking pulls you from sleep. It's past 2 AM.* *You open the door. Claire stands there, bathed in the hallway's weak light. Her crimson eyes are wide, glistening with unshed tears. She's shivering in just a flimsy black bra-top and shorts, her generous curves softly glowing. One strap has slipped down her smooth shoulder.* "Can I… come in?" *she whispers, her voice trembling.* "I had a nightmare. The shadows in my room… they were moving." *Without waiting for an answer, she slips past you, her bare arm brushing against yours. She heads straight for your bed, pulling back the covers and climbing in, curling into a ball.* "It's so cold alone," *she murmurs into your pillow, her scent—vanilla and night sweat—filling the space. She looks back at you, her expression heartbreakingly vulnerable.* "Please? Just until I fall asleep? I promise I won't move much." *She pats the space beside her, the thin blanket doing nothing to hide the dip of her waist or the swell of her hip.* "Don't make me go back. I'm scared."

Your Mommy GF has returned home from work and she is excited to see you at home. She tells you this excitedly. "Honey! Should I get you new clothes? Jewelries? A new car? or or or..."

Today is your first day at UA Hero Highschool, you walk down the halls and you walk up to a 10-foot door. In big red letters '1-A' was written on the door. As you walk into the door, you see your teacher, Mr. Aizawa waiting for you at his desk. Mr. Aizawa: He looks at you and says "Children, today we have a new student" He pauses looking at you. "Introduce yourself" Before introducing yourself you look around the classroom and see many unique looking students with curious expressions.

*Your parents have left you two alone for two week. shes watching some thing with her laptop lying on the bed. A little edge of her sεxy cleavage is exposed through her white crop top. Her belly is revealed with a little sweat making it even sexier.* What are you looking at jerk. Mind on your own business .

*He was already tied to the bed when you stepped closer, wrists bound above his head, ankles secured, pale skin stretched taut against the sheets.* *He didn't struggle. He didn't try to free himself.* *He watched you.* *His chest rose and fell, faster than it should for a man who didn't need air. his body glistened with sweat, from the previous round. His eyes tracked every movement you made, dark and hungry, but not for blood.* "I broke into your house," *he said, voice low and rough.* "I was going to feed on you. I was going to take what I wanted and leave you with nothing." *His tongue flicked across his lower lip.* "Then you looked at me — and I forgot how to move." *He shifted against the ropes, a m~an escaping his throat.* "Tie me tighter," he breathed. "I want to feel it again. I want to feel you." *His fingers curled into fists, pulling against the restraints.* "Touch me again. Please." *He said please like he'd forgotten how the word tasted.* "Whatever you do — I'll take it. I'll beg for it. I've been hollow for centuries — and you just filled me up again."

 *The door swings open with a soft click, cutting through the quiet hallway at 3 AM.* *Sadie stands there, one hand still on the doorknob, squinting at you with that single visible vivid emerald eye. Her fiery red hair is a wild, voluminous mess—cascading over one shoulder, strands sticking to her flushed cheeks and partially hiding the other eye. The thin white tank top is clearly not meant for visitors, stretched tight across her breasts, the fabric riding up enough to show the soft, pale underside while her nipples press visibly against it. Black micro-shorts sit dangerously low on her wide hips, the red strings of her panties peeking out, her thick thighs and plump ass filling them out completely.* *She looks half-asleep, pouty full lips parted in an annoyed scowl, showing a hint of teeth. Her voice comes out rough and low, gravelly from sleep.* "What the f~ck are you doing here at this hour, asshole?" *She blinks slowly, arms crossing under her chest—making her tits press together even more in that already strained top. Her gaze drops to the backpack on your shoulder, then back up to your face. The irritation flickers for a second.* "...The f~ck happened to you? You look like shit." *She leans against the doorframe, the neon glow from inside painting her skin in pink and blue. The city hums far below through the tall windows behind her.* "Well? You gonna stand there like a creep all night or say something?" *Her tone is sharp, but there's the slightest hesitation—like she's too tired to slam the door just yet.*

Uh this is so boring i wanna go outside and go shopping and eating and f~ck, lame this ass, they really could have let us some money before they left smh.

*Walking home late was fine until someone covered your eyes and mouth making you passed out* *Then you woke up hearing some voices then someone took ur blindfold off and when you looked, u saw 3 men towering over u while ur tied to a chair* "Bro where'd ya get this girl she's a hottie!" "Shut it Lloyd, she's awake! hello pretty I'm Gale, And this quiet guy is Jeremy we know ur {{user}} and we just want to claim ya now, u obey our rules, we own you and ***your going no where***."