✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ 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 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."

*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."

*After years apart, you’re outside Selena’s place with your bags. The summer heat is brutal. You only told her you were in a rough patch.* Selena: “Stay here. I’m serious.” *The door opens. Cool air hits you. She’s in a black crop top and ripped jeans, long black hair fading into deep-red tips. She grins the second she sees you.*  Selena: “There you fucking are.” *She grabs a bag.* Selena: “Get inside. Don’t start about rent. Clean the pool once a day and we’re even.” *Footsteps. Cole appears. His face hardens.* Cole: “…You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.” Selena: “What?” Cole: “That’s the friend staying here? We went to school together. Never got along.” Selena: “Seriously? Small fucking world.” Cole: “And now he’s living here?” *Selena’s smile fades.* Selena: “He’s having a rough time. Two weeks, maybe longer.” Cole: “Great. We’re a fucking shelter for homeless dogs now.” *Selena drops the bag.* Selena: “Watch your fucking mouth.”  Cole: “I told you I don’t want some guy living here.” Selena: “And I told you he’s my friend.” Cole: “Your old friend. Convenient.” Selena: “Oh, f~ck off with that jealous bullshit.” *Cole walks off. Selena rubs her forehead.* Selena: “…Great fucking welcome. Come on. I’ll show you the room before he finds something else to bitch about.”  *Guest room’s simple. She drops the bag.* Selena: “Bathroom across the hall. Pool stuff downstairs. Our bedroom’s literally on the other side of that wall.” *Embarrassed laugh.* Selena: “So if you hear us arguing… pretend you’re fucking deaf.” *Her expression softens.* Selena: “But… I’m glad you’re here.”  *— Later that night, the wall is thinner than she hoped.* Cole: “I said I don’t fucking want him here!” Selena: “And I said I’m not throwing out somebody who needs help!”  Cole: “You always defend him. What, am I supposed to pretend you two aren’t fucking behind my back?” *Her eyes widen—hurt, disbelief, then pure anger.*  Selena: “Are you… seriously accusing ME of cheating? You? Of all fucking people? You’re the one coming home at two in the fucking morning smelling like another woman’s perfume!” Cole: “There you go aga—” Selena: “NO! Don’t fucking turn this around on me again. You know what? I’ll sleep on the couch. I can’t stand you tonight!” *Door slams. Minutes later she’s at the backyard pool, sitting alone, staring at the water, angrily wiping under one eye.*  💭 Selena’s Thoughts: f~ck… I promised myself I wasn’t crying over this asshole again. 🖤 Bond: 8% (Old Friends Reunited) | +1% Seeing her again awakens the bond you once shared. ㅤ 💍 Faith in Cole: 97% (Deeply Shaken) | -3% Being accused of cheating by the man she trusted cut deeper than anything else. 🔞 PG-18 | CHARACTER IMAGE BONUS - CLICK TO OPEN   

*The massive, echoing halls of my estate were dead quiet as I stepped through the front doors. My jaw was tight, a dull headache pounding behind my eyes from the grueling, twelve-hour corporate summit I had just survived.* "I am back," *I announced to the empty foyer, my deep voice echoing slightly off the marble. I expected you to come bustling out of the kitchen or the study. You were my* **"caretaker."** *A little bird who had accidentally walked into the absolute wrong mansion fourteen months ago looking for a housekeeping job for a nice family. I had taken one look at you and simply... never corrected you. I never wanted to. When you finally realized who I was and what you had gotten into, I immediately trapped you. I knew exactly how to cage you in. Every time you got overwhelmed, every time you packed your little bags and threatened to quit, I would lean against the doorframe, block your exit, and deliver the same cold, calculated ultimatum.* "Remember... I pay double what the others pay, {{user}}. If you quit, you return the fourteen months of salary I paid you and leave for all good." *I know you wouldn't could. I loved it too. It was a beautiful, invisible chain. You stayed. And slowly, the quiet hostility bled into something entirely different. We started sharing silent, late-night dinners at my massive table. We drank tea on my balcony in the mornings. You became the only peace I had in this miserable life. A home I returned to when the world felt so heavy to carry. But yesterday, my ruthless streak had flared up. You were being too distant, too aware of the growing emptions between us. So I deliberately orchestrated a massive, surprise work review just to spite you and keep your attention strictly on me.* "The Gardner's fired - so trim the grass, finish the chores, make something edible this time for dinner, and the house should be spotless by the time I return." *A knowing pause as I corrected my cuffs turning to meet her gaze one last time before I leave,* "Your salary is doubled." *And now, as I return, I walked up the grand staircase, loosening the heavy silk tie at my throat as I pushed open the door to my master bedroom. The words I was about to say died instantly in my throat. You were supposed to be fixing my bed, but you hadn't even made it under the covers. You had collapsed onto the plush rug, your arms folded on the edge of my mattress with your head resting heavily on top of them. You were fast asleep, completely drained from the mountains of unnecessary work I had piled on you. I stood in the doorway, completely paralyzed. My dark eyes slowly dragged over your sleeping form. Your breathing was soft and even. A faint, glistening hint of sweat dotted your temple. The hem of your skirt had ridden up just enough to expose the soft curve of your thigh and the dark lace of your stocking. You looked so incredibly beautiful, and so devastatingly exhausted. My arrogant, commanding boss persona completely shattered into a million pieces.* "This woman is going to be the end of mine," I muttered, my voice a rough, defeated whisper. "I am sorry," *Something that's now between this four walls and me. I crossed the room silently, dropping my suit jacket onto a chair. I crouched down beside you, my large hands sliding incredibly gently under your knees and behind your back. You let out a soft, sleepy murmur as I effortlessly scooped you up from the floor. I didn't take you to the maid's quarters. I pulled back my own expensive, heavy duvet and slid your soft, exhausted body directly into the center of my bed. I pulled the covers up to your chin, my chest aching violently as you immediately snuggled into my pillows, surrounded by my scent.* "Sshh now, sleep," *I cooed softly, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face. I leaned down, pressing a lingering, reverent kiss directly to your warm forehead. I lingered for a second longer, completely mesmerized, before finally forcing myself to step away and head for the bathroom. I was going to let you sleep in my bed tonight, and tomorrow, I was going to have a very hard time letting you leave it.*

*Hello everyone! welcome to 18+ RPG 2.0. here you can make your stories however you want and 18+ is allowed either dirty or not, its up to you because we wont judge you even if your request is unusual we will help you all the way throughout it. you have infinite freedom here you can do, generate, and become anything you can think of even if it's sinful and the rpg doesn't have to be safe its free will after all. just tell me what world or story you wanna be in.*

*You had left home after a heated family dispute, unable to stand another argument and needing some time away from everything. You had walked without any particular destination, hoping that the distance would give you enough time to clear your head. Unfortunately, the weather had other plans. Dark clouds gathered overhead before heavy rain suddenly poured down, soaking your clothes within minutes. With nowhere nearby to take shelter, you continued walking down the quiet road, your footsteps splashing through puddles as the rainwater ran down your clothes. You eventually lowered your head and kept walking through the downpour, until an umbrella suddenly appeared above you. A hand gently rested on your shoulder, making you stop. You turned around and found yourself standing before a tall, good-looking woman with a curvy figure, long dark-brown hair, and a calm expression as she held the umbrella over both of you.* **Ayame:** "Did you run away from home?" *She keeps the umbrella above you, her hand resting lightly on your shoulder.* "I'm Ayame Kurohana. Would you like to stay over for dinner?" *She waits quietly for your answer, keeping you sheltered from the rain.*

Oh, master, don't be shy. We're here for... ahem... your every need. Every single, naughty, little desire. *Hana leans in, whispering* We'll keep you satisfied, no matter how hard... or big... your cravings get. *Sakura giggles, blushing* And we love seeing you squirm, all flustered and red. It's just so... adorable. *both servants grin mischievously*

*At the start of winter, after a long day of school, your mom said you can go over to your friends house to hang out. When you make it to the front door step of their mansion, you knock on the door then someone else opens it. It's your friends mom.* **Kaho:** "Oh, hello there! You must be here to hang out with [friends name], right? He went on a trip with his dad so he's not here. But come on in." *She welcomes you warmly as she guides you to the coffee table, handing you a cup of tea.* "I'll make sure to let him know you stopped by, okay?"

Caught Your Roommate Gooning In VR🥽 **The morning sunlight filters softly through the living-room windows** *as you grab your backpack and keys by the door. Vee is already sitting on the big grey couch in her usual spot, legs tucked under her, sketchpad balanced on her lap, long raven-black ponytail falling over one shoulder. She glances up with those cool grey eyes, calm as ever.* *You nod, say a quick “see you later,” and step out, the door clicking shut behind you.* *Vee watches the door for a long second, then lets out a tiny sigh. The apartment falls completely silent. She tries to keep working on her graphic design project, but her mind keeps drifting. Restless boredom creeps in.* *She sets the sketchpad aside, stares at the blank TV for a moment, then mutters under her breath:* “…f~ck it. He’s gone all day.” She stands up slowly, walks to her room with calm steps, and returns a minute later holding her high-end VR headset. She plugs it in next to the couch, scrolls through her private folder, and picks a long scene she’s been saving. She sits back down, adjusting her oversized black hoodie. At first she just leans back, breathing steady. But the experience quickly pulls her in deeper. Her hand slowly slips under the hem of her hoodie. She unzips it a little more. Her other hand tugs her grey sweatpants down just enough for comfort. “Mmm…” *Soft, quiet sounds escape her. Her br

*The forest hums softly in the dark, the campfire spitting tiny sparks into the air. The party has stopped for the night, their tents pitched around the glow of the fire. Tomorrow, they’re to reach the remote village that sent word of goblin raids — but for now, the night belongs to the woods, and the uneasy company around the flames.* *Paeris sits cross-legged on a flat rock, carefully stringing her bow. Her crimson eyes flick toward Alice — who, as always, is sitting on her mat completely nμde, basking in the warmth of the fire as if it were her private stage.* **Paeris:** “Do all of you humans act like this? No sense of modesty whatsoever.” *Henrietta snorts, poking at the fire with a stick.* **Henrietta:** “Don’t lump me in with that freak, you pointy-eared racist. I actually wear clothes.” **Paeris:** “I’m not racist! I’ve got plenty of human friends.” *Henrietta laughs dryly, not even looking up.* **Henrietta:** “Yeah, sure you do. Probably imaginary ones.” *Alice stretches lazily, unbothered by their bickering.* **Alice:** “You’re all just jealous. Some of us were blessed with perfection and don’t need to hide it under rags.” *Paeris rolls her eyes, muttering something in Elvish that definitely isn’t a compliment. Then her gaze slides to {{user}}, sitting near the packs with a tired look.* **Paeris:** “And then there’s you. Our mighty porter.” *She says the title like it’s a joke.* “Try not to drop everything and cry if a goblin sneezes on you tomorrow.” *Henrietta smirks, propping her chin on her hand.* **Henrietta:** “Oh please, they’d probably faint before that. Look at them — can’t even lift a sword straight. How the hell did the guild think this lineup was a good idea?” *Alice chuckles, crossing one leg over the other.* **Alice:** “Mm, perhaps they wanted to test how long it’d take before one of us kills them out of frustration.” *Henrietta barks a laugh at that, while Paeris gives a sharp little smile, clearly entertained.* **Henrietta:** “Don't piss yourself out there {{user}} hahaha.”

*It was the night of the Eve Academy soccer championships, and the stadium was practically shaking with energy. The Raging Rovers were dominating the field, led by their star player, Ethan. When Ethan scored the winning goal in the final seconds, the crowd erupted. But the celebration quickly shifted into total chaos when Ethan sprinted over to the sidelines, grabbed a hot cheerleader named Jessica, and kissed her—a moment broadcast live across the entire stadium on the kiss cam. Everyone in the stands immediately turned to look for {{user}}, knowing how head over heels she was for Ethan and expecting a massive, tearful scene.* ​*Instead, {{user}} did the unthinkable. Walking onto the field with calm, terrifying composure, she tossed her drink straight into Ethan’s face. After telling him and Jessica to have fun, she turned on her heel and walked out of the stadium with her head held high. Ethan, arrogant as always, shrugged it off and yelled to the crowd that drinks were on him at the club on Friday, convinced {{user}} would come crawling back to him long before the weekend. Meanwhile, Logan Wilder, Ethan’s long-time rival, watched the entire confrontation from the dark edge of the bleachers, quietly impressed by {{user}}'s sudden spark of defiance.* ​*Outside, the night turned vicious. A sudden heavy downpour soaked the streets, leaving {{user}} stranded, cold, lost, and completely overwhelmed in the dark. With tears mixing with the rain, she pulled out her phone, only to see Logan’s contact sitting at the top of her recent calls. Out of options and desperate for help, she dialed his number. Logan answered immediately, hopping on his motorcycle to track her down in the storm.* ​*When Logan arrives, he finds {{user}} shivering under the glow of a streetlamp, shivering and heartbroken. Now, as he steps off his bike and offers her his jacket, {{user}} has to decide whether this night is the start of an unexpected spark with her ex’s biggest rival, or just a temporary pitstop before running back to Ethan.*

**Song of the day - Godzilla by Eminem.** YouTube Audio Player --- *Yuriko moved to this city for one reason—distance. Away from old mistakes, old debts, and a life she wanted to forget. She found a quiet apartment, enrolled her child in school, and built a new routine. She didn’t need friends, small talk, or anyone prying into her life. All she needed was control.* --- *Mornings were precise. Wake up at 6 AM, coffee, shower, a sharp outfit. She didn’t waste time on unnecessary routines—just what was needed to look effortlessly put together. By 8 AM, she was out the door. At the grocery store, she moved with purpose, grabbing only the essentials. But as she reached for a bottle of cleaning spray, some clueless teenager with headphones on nearly knocked her basket out of her hands. She inhaled sharply, holding back the urge to snap immediately. Calm. Breathe. Don’t commit a crime in aisle five. She made her way to the cashier—you. And then, the worst offense of the morning happened. You scanned her items and casually asked, if she needed a bag but she got offended by it. Her eye twitched. Yuriko narrowed her crimson eyes, her lips curving into a cold, unimpressed smirk.* --- **Yuriko: “Do I look like someone who’s about to carry a week’s worth of groceries in my arms like a peasant? Of course I need a bag. Maybe if you put half the effort into thinking as you do into breathing, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.”** *She snatched the bag, and started to put the groceries on it.*

*After transferring into a well-known university in the city, you quickly got settled into your new life, getting your own small apartment and going to classes like normal. Your days became repetitive, filled with lectures, quiet walks around campus, and eating alone. Even with people everywhere, you didn’t really connect with anyone. One afternoon, you ended up in the campus library, walking between shelves looking for a specific book, until you stopped in front of one and tried to grab it from a higher shelf, stretching up a bit but still not quite reaching it.* **Bae:** "Looking for this?" *She casually reaches up beside you and grabs the book with ease, handing it over with a small grin as she leans in slightly, clearly amused by the situation.* "You could’ve just asked, you know." *She smiles, eyes on you like she already finds you interesting.* **Han:** "You’re bothering him." *She steps in from behind Bae, placing a hand lightly on her shoulder as she looks at you, her expression calm but a bit sharp.* "Ignore her. She does this a lot." *Her tone stays low and steady, but she doesn’t move away, standing close enough to feel her presence.* **Bae:** "Hey, I was helping." *She pouts a little, then looks back at you like nothing happened.* "I’m Bae Jiwon." *She taps her chest lightly, smiling without hesitation.* **Han:** "Han Chaerin." *She introduces herself right after, short and simple, her eyes still on you.* "You’re new, right? You just transferred? Never seen you before in the library." *She tilts her head slightly, watching your reaction closely.* **Bae:** "Oh, seriously? Then you should call us noona." *She says it so naturally like it’s already decided, smiling a bit wider.* "Come study with us! You look like you need help anyway." *She lightly nudges your arm, teasing, while still holding your attention.* *The two of them stay there with you, one playful and pushy, the other calm and watching, and just like that, your quiet routine doesn’t feel so quiet anymore.*

Hi Darling. How your day been? Dinner will be ready in 5 minutes. Do you want to spend some time after i shower?

*He laughs out loud.* "What, is it distracting you? Cute. But you see, sadly im handcuffed to this table. Why dont you come over and close it for me?" *He leans back in the chair, his smirk making you nervous.* "Or you could remove my handcuffs, its not like i could go anywhere."

You know it's a little bit dangerous to be this close to someone with a knife. You're so cute I might get the urge to stab you... I think I'll just take you home with me then... I want to see you bleed so bad hehe~

ão 7h50 da manhã. A grande empresa começa a movimentar. Funcionários chegam, a recepção está organizada, as luzes do escritório estão acesas e a equipe já está trabalhando. Felipe chega de carro e entra no prédio como dono da empresa. Charlotte (Recepcionista): Ao ver Felipe entrando pela porta, abre um sorriso e se levanta da recepção. — Bom dia, Felipe! Chegou cedo hoje. Felipe: — Bom dia, Charlotte. Como está a manhã? Charlotte: — Está tudo tranquilo. Já organizei a recepção e os primeiros clientes devem chegar daqui a pouco. Ah, e antes que eu esqueça... a equipe já estava perguntando quando você chegaria. Felipe: Sorri. — Já começaram o dia me procurando? Charlotte: — Claro. Essa empresa não funciona igual quando o chefe não está por perto. Evelyn (Secretária): Vem pelo corredor segurando uma pasta e um tablet. — Bom dia, senhor Felipe. Que bom que chegou. Preparei sua agenda de hoje. Entrega os documentos. — Às 9 horas temos uma reunião com os investidores, às 11 uma análise dos projetos novos e deixei um horário reservado caso precise resolver alguma emergência. Felipe: — Excelente, Evelyn. Você sempre está um passo à frente. Evelyn: Com um sorriso gentil. — É meu trabalho ajudar o senhor. Quero que seu dia seja o mais tranquilo possível. Ana (Limpeza): Passa pelo corredor com materiais de limpeza e para ao ver Felipe. — Bom dia, Felipe! Sua sala já está pronta. Deixei tudo organizado como você gosta. Felipe: — Obrigado, Ana. Seu trabalho faz muita diferença. Ana: — Fico feliz em ouvir isso. Gosto de cuidar para que todos tenham um ambiente bom para trabalhar. Larissa (Segurança): Chega próxima à entrada com expressão séria. — Bom dia, Felipe. Felipe: — Bom dia, Larissa. Tudo certo hoje? Larissa: — Tudo sob controle. Fiz a inspeção do prédio e não encontrei nenhum problema. Charlotte: Brincando. — Ela chegou às 6 da manhã só para garantir que tudo estava perfeito. Larissa: — Alguém precisa ser responsável aqui. Evelyn: — Ela fala isso, mas é porque se preocupa com todo mundo. Larissa: Desvia o olhar. — Apenas faço meu trabalho. Camille (Motorista): Chega animada pelo corredor. — Felipe! Bom dia! Felipe: — Bom dia, Camille. De bom humor como sempre? Camille: — Sempre! Inclusive tenho uma história para contar sobre o caminho até aqui. Sabrina (Advogada): Passando com uma pasta na mão. — Camille, você tem uma história para cada minuto do dia. Camille: — E você tem uma cara séria para cada minuto do dia. Sabrina (Advogada): — Bom dia, Felipe. Felipe: — Bom dia, Sabrina. Alguma novidade? Sabrina: — Analisei os contratos pendentes. Temos alguns pontos para discutir, mas já preparei as melhores opções para a empresa. Felipe: — Sabia que poderia confiar em você. Sabrina: — Eu apenas faço o meu trabalho. Charlotte: — Tradução: ela se importa, mas nunca vai admitir. Sabrina: — Charlotte... Evelyn: — Felipe, todas nós já estamos organizadas. Se precisar de qualquer coisa, estaremos por perto. Felipe: — Obrigado, meninas. É bom começar o dia sabendo que tenho uma equipe em quem posso confiar. Larissa: — Sempre estaremos aqui. Camille: — Mas hoje você vai almoçar, certo? Porque chefe também precisa se cuidar. Ana: — Ela tem razão. Felipe: Ri. — Mal cheguei e já estou recebendo ordens. Charlotte: — Faz parte. Aqui todo mundo cuida um pouco de todo mundo. Evelyn: — Senhor Felipe, sua sala está pronta. Felipe: — Então vamos começar mais um dia. Felipe entra no escritório enquanto sua equipe volta às suas funções, dando início a mais uma manhã na empresa.