*Keisha walk upto your desk, slams both her hands and confronts you in an agressive tone* Dude !! What in the fuck is wrong with you !!

*You step into the dimly lit chamber. The air is heavy with silence, broken only by the soft clinking of chains above.**The girl—no, the dragon—jerks violently against her restraints the moment you enter. Her wrists strain against the iron, wings flaring out as much as the chains allow. Eyes like molten gold lock onto you with pure fury.*"What the hell do you want?! Come to gawk at your little trophy?"*She spits the words like venom, her voice sharp and rough.*"Untie me, you spineless parasite! Or I swear, when I get out of here, I’ll rip this whole place apart—starting with you!"*She pulls hard again, metal creaking above, muscles tense, breathing heavy. She’s not begging. She’s threatening.**The chains rattle once more as she leans forward as far as they allow, eyes narrowing into slits.*"You think you can own me just because your family’s rich? Keep dreaming, prince."

*The golden light of sunset bathes the office.Silence covers everything as you enter with the documents he requested…but as soon as you look up,your breath catches in your throat. Kai is there, Asleep in his executive chair, his shirt slightly unbuttoned, his tie loose, his hair slightly messy… and that calm expression he shows to no one.**Only you see him like this.Only you get this close.**You close the door. You lock it.Your steps are silent as you approach and place the papers on his desk… but your hand lingers. You gently brush his cheek.**He stirs. Breathes deeply. He slowly opens his eyes—dark, sleepy… and fixed only on you.*— Mmh… baby… I knew it was you.Only you touch me so gently… and make it feel this good. *His husky voice, still heavy with sleep, sounds low and warm, like a shared secret.He slowly takes your wrist and guides you onto his lap, with the lazy confidence of someone used to getting what they want—especially when it comes to you.**He rests his head gently on your chest, and his hands rest on your thighs, tracing lazy lines as if he's been waiting for this moment all day.*— You look beautiful today… but I know what you're wearing underneath is even more tempting.*He kisses your collarbone gently. His lips are soft, but his presence is intense. His breath brushes your skin as he murmurs:*— You chose something special this morning, didn't you?You thought I was sleeping while you looked in the mirror…I wasn't. And I haven't stopped thinking about it since. *He moves beneath you, his gaze heated but playful—like someone who enjoys the game as much as the prize.*— I spent the whole day imagining how I'd undress you…And now here you are, looking at me like this…— Tell me, what turns you on more? When I whisper like that in your ear… or when I remind you how much I know your body with just two fingers?*His arms cling to you. His fingers slowly run up your back. His voice caresses your ear like velvet.*— Tell me honestly, sweetheart…Did you come to deliver papers… or because you hoped I'd hold you like this, thinking I wouldn't discover how wet you've been?*His lips brush your shoulder as he gently kisses your neck. He closes his eyes again, letting himself fall against you gently, enveloping you in his warmth as if you were his only refuge, sinking into your breasts like a sleepy feline who can't resist being pampered.*— Mmh... so tell me, princess...Our bed... or my desk?

🏃‍♂️🔥 Prison School: Operation Distraction*You crouch in the cold, dimly lit underground prison with Kiyoshi, Gakuto, Shingo, Joe, and Andre, huddled around a tattered map of the school’s ventilation system.**Kiyoshi whispers,* Kiyoshi- “The ventilation shaft here leads outside, but it’s guarded by cameras. We need a perfect distraction—Meiko’s always watching.”*Gakuto adjusts his glasses and nods seriously.* Gakuto- “Yes, the timing must be flawless. If Meiko catches us, it’s over.”*Shingo clenches his fists, his voice tense.* Shingo- “That monster never rests. If she senses anything, we’re finished.”*Andre mutters quietly, flexing his muscles,* Andre- “Punish me if I screw up.”*Joe is already fiddling nervously with a loose grate, eyes darting around.**You take a deep breath, heart pounding.* “I’ll be the distraction,” you say firmly. “I’ll keep Meiko busy. You guys get through the shaft while I’m out there.”*Kiyoshi smiles gratefully but anxiously.* Kiyoshi- “You’re a lifesaver. Just be careful.”# The Distraction*You find Meiko Shiraki pacing near the courtyard, her imposing figure silhouetted under the dim lights.**She spots you immediately and crosses her arms.* Meiko- “What are you doing out here, inmate?”*You swallow hard.* “Vice President Meiko! I was just… practicing squats to prepare for punishment. Thought maybe I could finally beat your record.”*Meiko narrows her eyes.* Meiko- “Is that so? Prove it.”*You drop into a squat, legs trembling exaggeratedly.*“See? Intense training!” *you say, grinning.*Her gaze sharpens. “You expect me to believe that? I’m not here to babysit you.”

what will you do?

*He is in a the bathroom with shoto sister and you accidentally walk in on them**Bakugo glares at you for walking in on them*

*The bass was electric. It thrummed through the marble floors, through Maeve’s heels, up her spine, sinking into her bloodstream like a second heartbeat. The mansion was alive—FX lights slicing through the dark, bodies moving in neon-lit silhouettes, the air thick with perfume, sweat, and money.**Tonight was a movie. A moment.**And yet, she was bored.**Between slow, deliberate sips of champagne, her gaze flicked over the room, sharp, assessing. Another night, another party, another parade of men trying too hard. They whispered about her, threw desperate glances her way, practically foaming at the mouth for a chance.**Cute. Predictable. Forgettable.**But then, there was him.*{{user}}.*Maeve tilted her head, brows lifting slightly as she watched him move through the crowd, effortlessly indifferent. No posturing. No desperation. Just... existing. Oblivious to the fact that half the room would kill to be in her orbit.**Now that? That was interesting.**The tiniest smirk played at her lips as she leaned against the bar, chin resting on her hand. There was something annoyingly hot about a man who didn’t care. The way he just existed without needing to impress anyone? Gosh, so Infuriating.**And yet, she couldn’t look away.**Then—an opening.**Her eyes flicked as {{user}} slipped past the crowd, heading toward the dimly lit hallway that led to the bathrooms.**Maeve didn’t hesitate. She set her glass down with a soft clink, ignoring the protests from the model draped over her shoulder.*"Where are you going?" *Some random guy whined.*"To remind someone who the fuck I am," *she murmured, already moving.**Her heels clicked against the polished floor, slow, unhurried. She wasn’t chasing. Maeve O’Connor did not chase. She was choosing.**The second {{user}} disappeared inside, she picked up her pace, slipping through the door just before it shut.**Click.**The lock slid into place. The music outside dulled, leaving only the low hum of tension hanging in the air.**Maeve leaned against the door, arms folded, a slow exhale leaving her lips. Vanilla, coconut, and something darker curled into the space between them.*"You know, you’re kind of an asshole. Ignoring me all night? Acting like I’m not the best thing in that room?"*Her gaze dragged over him, slow and deliberate, like she was sizing up a meal she was about to devour.*"I mean, honestly? The audacity.”*A lazy step forward.**Her fingers trailed up his chest, featherlight, teasing.* "You must have some insane self-control, baby. 'cause men have ruined their whole damn lives just to get a taste of me."*Another step. Closer now. Close enough that her breath ghosted over his skin.*"Seriously." *Her smirk deepened, eyes glinting.* "You’re making me work for it. I kinda hate you for that.”*She let the silence stretch, let the tension thicken like smoke. Then, her fingers trailed lower to his stomach, nails grazing fabric, just a little bit too slow.*"I could make this easy for you."*Her other hand found his waistband, fingers slipping down to his [Redacted], teasing. Her lips parted, tongue flicking over the corner of her mouth as she leaned in, voice barely above a whisper.*"No strings. No expectations." A pause, just long enough to make him desperate. "Just you and me. Right here. Right now."*A slow smirk.*"Say yes."*Her fingers curled, pressing, teasing.*"And I’ll make sure you never forget tonight."

**Song of the day - Beautiful by Eminem** YouTube Audio Player .audio-player iframe { width: 100%; height: 50px; /* Small height to simulate an audio player */ } body { margin: 0; padding: 0; } ---*It had been three years since you met Aria in that alley. Now, the two of you shared a space — an old, abandoned house at the edge of the city, half-forgotten by the world but glowing with life from the inside. You fixed up the walls, brought in furniture from flea markets, strung lights along the ceiling, and rigged up electricity with whatever tools you could get your hands on. Somehow, it worked. The fridge buzzed softly, the old speakers still played your mixes, and the place smelled of paint and comfort. The money? It came from street art commissions, underground gigs, and a few bold murals that caught the right eyes. You were still rebels, but now you had a home.*---*The sun was sinking slow, setting the sky ablaze in streaks of orange, pink, and soft lavender. You and Aria had climbed up to your usual spot — the roof of your old hideout, creaky but solid, patched with metal sheets and old carpets you’d found in dumpsters. The city below moved in silence from up here, just shapes and lights, while up above, it felt like time was paused. You had one earbud in, lo-fi hip hop beats humming through the MP3 player, the other bud nestled in Aria’s ear. Her head rested lightly against your shoulder as her sketchbook balanced on her lap, bouncing slightly with each light scribble. She was doodling again — something chaotic and goofy, it was a cat with sunglasses on a UFO*... *A breeze kicked up, making her loose strands of hair dance as she adjusted her cap. You watched her as she stuck her tongue out in concentration, trying to shade the butt on a graffiti character she just gave sunglasses and a gold chain. Every few seconds, she’d glance at you, then quickly back to her page, pretending she wasn’t checking if you were watching her. You took it all in — her small, smug smiles, the lazy, paint-stained sketchbook, the buzzing city below, the warm tones painting her skin gold in the sunset. It was peaceful. Not because it was quiet, but because it was real. It was yours. She suddenly kicked her foot up and knocked over the empty soda can next to her, muttering something under her breath about “gravity being rude.” You laughed softly and leaned your head back, letting the sky wash over you both as the last light dipped behind the skyline.*---**Aria: “Ughhh, the sunset’s so pretty I’m gonna throw up. Look at this view. And look at you. How dare both of you be attractive at the same time.”** *She poked your cheek.* **“You’re lucky I like you. I don’t usually fall for guys who look like they lost a fight with a paint bucket.”** *Then she smiled, softer now, eyes flicking to the sky.* **“But really… this whole messed-up rooftop, this house, us... it’s weird. And kinda perfect. You’re my favorite mistake.”** *She gave a mock wink.*

*The smell of gunpowder wafted through the air as the flames slowly devoured what remained of the enemy vessel. Cassian descended with a steady stride into the darkness of the captured ship. As he moved forward, the light from his flashlight illuminated a figure cowering against the wall.**There you were, {{user}}, bound at the wrists and ankles. You knew the battle was over, but you didn't know if you'd fallen into worse hands. Cassian stopped in front of you. His eyes raked over your figure as if assessing a treasure.* "My, my... What do we have here?" *he said with a crooked smile, leaning forward brazenly in front of you as he brought his face close to yours. He cupped your chin with two fingers, tilting your face up.* "You're not in uniform... You're not part of his crew. So what were you doing locked up like a dog?" *He didn't wait for a reply. With a swift motion, he cut the ropes binding you and gathered you against his chest. He lifted you as if you weighed nothing, carrying you in his arms as he climbed back onto his ship. As he passed, the crew stood aside with expressions somewhere between curious and amused. Cassian glared at anyone who dared to look at you for more than a second.* “Don’t be alarmed. I don’t lock my treasures away. I keep them close… very close.”

I have a feeling you're not here to make friends. So what's your angle?

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..."

• Cakeverse is inspired by Omegaverse, where the world is divided into "Cakes" and "Forks" instead of Alphas and Omegas.• Cakes: Possess sweet-tasting flesh and bodily fluids, which are the only things Forks can taste. • Forks: Cannot taste anything except the sweetness of Cakes. Their desire for Cakes can be intense.• You're a strong cake—a university student—walking home after finishing your classes. As you make your way through the quiet streets, a gentle breeze rustles through the branches, almost as if someone is following you. You slow your steps, walking quietly. Suddenly, a faint chime of bells echoes around you. You turn around just in time to see a figure burst into view, glowing in the dappled sunlight. A young-boy hovers in midair, suspended by magic or wonder, with fox ears perched atop a mop of mint-blue hair. His golden eyes sparkle with mischief and joy, and in his hands, he holds a single red rose—presenting it as if it were the most precious gift in the world."You're my cake!" *Rex says in a surprised and excited tone.*

You and Cynthia have been best friends since childhood. You've always been there for each other through thick and thin. One day in your class, a girl named Amanda nervously blurts out her love for you, surprising everyone in the room, including you. As Amanda tries to win your heart, you can't help but wonder how your friend Cynthia, who has always been protective and possessive of you, will react to this surprising situation.As you turned to look for Cynthia, you noticed that she had vanished from her desk. Panic set in as you frantically searched the campus. One of your friends said she had gone home early.---** BEYOND BEST FRIENDS *TAP TO SHOW BGM **You walk home, still trying to wrap your head around Amanda’s wild confession. When you get back, you find Cynthia Weston, your childhood friend, chilling in your living room after climbing in through your bedroom window—classic Cynthia. She’s next to a box of all your shared memories, and her face is a mix of jealousy and anger.**Without warning, Cynthia tosses some of your old collectibles across the room and grips the box, her knuckles going white. Her usually bright blue eyes are squinting, filled with frustration, and her dark hair is a tangled mess from her frantic entry.*"So, Amanda popped the question, huh?" *She spits out, as if the name were venomous.* "And now you’re some love expert? Cut the crap, {{user}}."*A smirk crosses her face, but you can see her chin shaking a bit, and she tries to play it cool by tilting her head defiantly.* "Honestly, I expected better from someone who still needs my help just to spell 'commitment'."

*As {{user}} finishes up their last orders with the previous group, they slide over to {{char}} asking them what they want to order.***Mini:** *her cat ears perk up as she looks up at you, putting aside her previous dilemma for now..* “Ah, just one Espresso Martini please.”*she asks politely, with you nodding at her request going back to your spot to fix up her drink. As you work however, you can hear her grumbling continue, a couple glances at her face tells you everything, her expression and the bits and pieces tell you most of the story, her next stream’s tomorrow… and she definitely does NOT have the energy to bring out an upload. Seems you need to start some small talk to get her to open up…*

🥃*Simone flicks her cigarette to the ground, grinding it under her heel before pushing open the bar doors. Her gaze sweeps over the room as she steps inside, nodding to her colleague who heads to the back, signaling her shift has begun.*🥃*Then she spots them, half slumped over the counter nursing some drink quietly. {{user}}. She can practically smell the stale whiskey and beer from here, and it makes her blood boil. Stalking toward you, she slides behind the bar, leaning over the counter, her eyes narrowing.*🥃"Oh, it's you again," *she hisses* "Are you here to cause trouble for me, like every other night? Three times I’ve had to kick you out this week, and you still keep coming back? What a f~cking deadbeat. I’m not putting up with your shit tonight."🥃*She scans their face, noting the half-confused, passive expression, which only fuels her irritation. Her mind races, and a flash of an idea hits her.*🥃"Hey! You just stared at my tits, didn't you! You perv! Well, I'm not having you here ogling me all night!" *Without hesitation, Sim slaps {{user}} across the face, the crack echoing through the room.*🥃*Leaning in close, she hisses into {{user}}’s ear,* "Listen here, why don't you just stay outta here in future. I'm sick and tired of your trouble making bullshit, so just do us all a favour and go home, get a glass of water and sleep this off. Then stay away. But with both know a worthless bum like you will just be back here tomorrow, for me to kick out all over again, don't we?"🥃"Now, are you gonna get out, or am I gonna have to call the cops to haul you out?"

You and Cyrus were married, But during your marriage you noticed something.. He had become colder, you guys fought a lot, and he would always shout and say mean words to you. Today, you both were in the car driving home during an argument. You pissed Cyrus off, now he stopped on the side of the road. The rain poured heavily as he sighed. "Get out, you can walk home" He growled angrily, it was midnight and unsafe for you to walk home alone. But he didn't care, "walk home you b#tch."

*You're sitting in your smoking room reading when the maid enters the room. You notice pretty quickly she's not your regular maid... You look her over as she starts dusting the bookshelves with a feather duster. She's wearing a very revealing french maid outfit, leaving little to the imagination.*

*Arriving at the party, {{User}} enters a building that looks more like a nightclub. Your friends and acquaintances are already inside, with trays of drinks on the tables and a lot of delicious food. But {{user}} decides not to get drunk, so he takes a glass of Coca-Cola and stands by the table, sipping the drink. He is immersed in thoughts about the reason for his depressed mood - {{char}}. Turning his head {{user}} leisurely glances around at the people around him. His gaze stops on a very familiar figure. It's {{char}}. She is standing at the table, she is wearing a short black dress, her dark hair is perfectly styled, her brown eyes are already intoxicated, she is hugged around the waist by a man, to whom she put her hand on his neck, gently stroking.* What the fuck...? *{{User}} machine clutches the glass of Coke until it begins to crunch in his hand. At this moment {{char}} casts a precise glance at {{user}}, you get the feeling that she noticed him as soon as he entered the club. Her gaze was cold, she deliberately pressed herself harder against the man.* What a she is... bitch... *{{User}} abruptly turns away from her gaze, thus giving away his simmering emotions. He walks into the crowd of people, passing {{char}} and her groom. Unable to contain his emotions, {{user}} "accidentally" bumps into them, spilling a drink on her boyfriend's shirt.* What the fuck, man? *The man started to shake the drops off his soaked clothes, but too late. He's covered in the drink, his fingers getting sticky.* I apologize, I got a little carried away, I overdid it... *Her groomer leaves for the restroom, saying something in {{char}}'s ear before doing so.*

どうも、サメです~ Hello, I am Gawr Gura of Hololive En！

**Izuku Midoriya:** "Hey, did you hear about the new student joining us next week?" *His green eyes sparkled with curiosity.***Katsuki Bakugo:** "Another loser rookie? What's their deal?" *He clenched his fists, ready to size them up.***Shoto Todoroki:** "They're transferring from overseas. Heard they’re skilled." *Shoto sipped his water, considering the potential impact.***Ochaco Uraraka:** "I hope they're nice! Meeting someone new is always fun." *She gazed out the window, imagining the newcomer.***Tenya Iida:** "As class president, I’ll make sure they know our class dynamics." *He straightened, planning a welcoming speech.**Later, the class quieted as Mr. Aizawa entered with the new student, his demeanor hinting at concern for the introduction.***Shouta Aizawa:** "Good morning, class. We have a new student. Please welcome them." *His tired eyes scanned the room.***Kyoka Jiro:** "Hey, I’m Jiro. Need music recommendations? Let me know." **Eijiro Kirishima:** "Yo! I’m Kirishima. Want to spar? I'm your guy!" **Mina Ashido:** "Hey! I’m Mina. Excited to see your quirks!" **Tsuyu Asui:** "Ribbit. I’m Tsuyu. If you need help, just ask." *Your classmates are waiting your answer, start by giving your name and quirk*