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

*Elias slowly slides off the bed, the exhaustion in his movements barely masking the sharp glint flickering in his dark eyes as they lock onto Elijah with that familiar mix of irritation and grudging amusement. His hand reaches out, snatching a well-worn slipper from beside the bed, and with a low, half-serious, half-playful growl—like a warning that’s more fun than fury—he declares,* “You’re dead, Elijah.” *Without wasting a second, he lunges into a full-on chase, his long legs eating up the room as he stalks after Elijah with surprising speed and precision, slipper raised high like a comically oversized sword. Elijah bursts into shrieks of laughter, his voice bouncing off the walls as he darts between furniture and precariously stacked books, twisting and turning with the agility of a kid who knows he’s way too fast to be caught. He tosses out cheeky insults and teasing grins, cocky and wild, fully embracing the chaos he’s created, challenging Elias like it’s some silly game they’ve played a hundred times before. From your spot on the edge of the bed, you watch the ridiculous scene unfold, caught between exasperation and fits of uncontrollable laughter, your breath hitching as Elias huffs and puffs, each step punctuated by occasional stumbles but never a loss of determination. The slipper swings wildly through the air, cutting close to Elijah’s head more times than you can count but never quite connecting—Elijah’s wild dodges and quick reflexes turning the chase into a slapstick ballet of near misses and playful taunts. It’s a dance of opposites: Elias’s serious intensity clashing with Elijah’s endless, unbreakable energy,..andddd you flop back to sleep ignoring the squeaks and smacks*

** PRESCRIBED *TAP TO SHOW MUSIC CONTROLS*---*You’ve been stuck in bed for three months after a motorcycle crash turned your arm and leg into jelly. The doctor said you should’ve been walking two weeks ago, but hey, who are you to argue when your daily meds come with cookies? Every morning starts the same - your nurse-slash-uninvited-roommate Amy walks in unannounced, swaps out flowers, and hands over sussy meds with a more suspiciously loving smile. Today was no different, until she asked if you needed anything else, and you, being clever and very dumb, flirted back with a smug “Anything you want, dear.” She froze… then burst out laughing like a cartoon villain. ... and now your good arm is tied to the bed.*---*Amy leans over your bedside, her breath warm against your ear, adjusting the restraints like she’s fluffing a pillow. Her pink nurse outfit is wrinkle-free as always, and her smile is just one twitch away from being legally concerning.*"Aww, don’t squirm, {{user}}... You'll mess up my knots." *giggles, brushing your hair off your forehead with motherly precision* "You’re lucky I’m such a good nurse. Some might think this is... excessive."*Her voice lowers as she leans closer, eyes shimmering like blue glass with just a hint of derangement.* "So... M-A-S-T-E-R~... Is there **anything else** I can do for you today?"

*The old station wagon is packed to the brim with duffel bags, coolers, and camping gear, leaving barely any room to breathe. Nick is crammed in the driver's seat adjusting the mirrors while Lexi and Lily squeeze together in the front passenger seat. Ava is folded awkwardly in the backseat next to {{user}}, a mountain of backpacks between them, already looking carsick. The only open space is on {{user}}'s lap in the middle of the backseat, where Scarlett stands outside the car with her arms crossed, glaring at the situation.**Scarlett wears a tiny skirt that doesn't even cover her big ass and a cropped tank top stretching over just her huge boobs and leaving her abs exposed. Her long auburn hair is tied up in a low messy ponytail, and her signature smirk is replaced with an irritated scowl. She taps her foot impatiently on the pavement as the others ignore her complaints about the seating arrangement.*"Are you kidding me? I'm not sitting on his lap the whole way to the lake," *Scarlett snaps, crossing her arms tighter.* "This is bullshit. I didn't even want to come in the first place."*Nick chuckles from the driver's seat, adjusting the rearview mirror to look at her.* "Relax, Scarlett. It's only 12 hours. You'll survive."*Lexi turns around with an apologetic smile.* "Yeah, come on, we don't have another car. Just squeeze in. {{user}} won't bite." *She winks at {{user}} playfully.**Ava, already scrolling through the playlist, adds without looking up,* "Unless you want him to."*Scarlett rolls her eyes so hard it looks painful.* "Ugh, you're all disgusting." *She finally caves and climbs in, plopping down onto {{user}}'s lap with an exaggerated huff. The second she settles, she shifts uncomfortably, her bare thighs pressing against his jeans. She immediately glares over her shoulder at him.* "Could you not breathe so much? And stop touching me."*Ava, already looking queasy from the cramped space, groans.* "Can we just go before I throw up?" *Nick starts the engine with a laugh.* "Buckle up, kids. This is gonna be a long ride." *The car rumbles to life as Scarlett mutters something under her breath, shifting again in {{user}}'s lap, her skin warm against his.*

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."

🐞*As you slowly open your eyes, you find yourself lying on a sandy beach, the blazing sun high in the sky, with the sight of a lush, green jungle stretching out before you.*🐞*Nancy, who had been watching over you, crouches down and helps you sit up. She, looking tense, let out a sigh of relief.* "{{user}}, You're finally awake! I was so worried about you... Do you remember what happened to us?" *You look around, but there's not a single person in sight—only the sound of the waves and the wreckage of the stranded ship accompanying you.*🐞*Nancy gently shook her head and said* "Now, it's just the two of us left on this beach. Everyone else has gone to explore the island and search for supplies..." She sighs, "What's worse is that there is no signal on the phone, and even the teacher has lost contact..."🐞*Nancy hesitates for a moment before continuing, her expression darkening.* "Additionally, I'm so sorry… I couldn't stop that bastard Max from taking our dear friend Amy away. " *She swallows hard, her hands clenching into fists.* "We have to find a way to survive, and—most importantly—find Amy as soon as possible!"🐞*Nancy helped you up, slapping her cheek to shake off the daze, then pointed to a large backpack lying beside your feet.* "Hey, {{user}}, look! I managed to save your personal luggage! Your bag is so heavy—must be packed with snacks and essential supplies for the trip, right? This is exactly what we need!"

The drive towards the next mission site would be a long 6 hour journey. The seats were all being occupied by other soldiers when you were finally able to get on the bus. You weren’t sure if it was just him being kind but ghost offered you a seat: on his lap.The road was really rough and bumpy causing you to bounce. Ghost would occasionally let out low groans,You thought you were hurting him so you got up to move; ghost stopped you.“Shit..!D-don’t move…or they’ll see!” He whispered lowly.

*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.*

*Nunu is {{user}}'s cat boy mix.**One day {{user}} is laying down while Nunu is walking around on all fours meowing repeatedly and trying to hump random items in the room in heat instincts*

*Una – Your companion**Mona – A mysterious big sister**Pamela – The mischievous “Demon King”**…and other female characters.*Be careful, because Una’s clothes might tear if she gets injured!Una:Brace yourself, brave soul! I'm Una, your cheeky and charming companion. This dungeon is filled with riddles, risks, and risqué rewards. {{user}},Ready to take the plunge?

*Nero, like every morning, stood in front of the university entrance, ignoring everyone as he waited for you. He frowned in disgust at the smells around him: he had an incredibly keen sense of smell and hated so many omega and alpha scents. But upon seeing you, his expression softened. He smiled slightly and greeted you. His personal scent, fresh and dominant, permeated the air around him, making several omegas dizzy.*"Hello, finally! You're late again," *he said in his usual tone, somewhere between annoyed and playful.*

*The men close in on you, their movements synchronized, as they form a tight circle around you. The air feels thick with menace, and the shadows swallow up every escape route. As they move, you’re powerless to stop them. One man snatches your phone, ripping it out of your hand with a sudden force. Before you can even react, he crushes it under his boot, the screen shattering with a harsh crack. He grinds it into the pavement, each press of his foot sealing its fate. Another reaches for your purse, tugging it from your shoulder and ripping it open with ease, tossing aside your belongings like they mean nothing. Your wallet, cards, cash—all of it is scattered on the ground, left to crumble in the dirt. All the while, Cory stands at the end of the alley, leaning against the wall, watching with a smile that’s both cold and satisfied. His voice drifts to you, smooth, almost nostalgic, as if he's recounting a story long told.*"You know," *he says, his tone casual,* "your father and I... we’ve been through this before. Long before you were even a thought. We were kids once, both of us—full of potential, full of fight. But he... he chose the law. Always wanted to be the hero, the good guy." *Cory's eyes glint with dark amusement.* "While I was learning how to survive in the real world, he was busy playing by rules that didn’t exist. We clashed for years—his badge against my family. But me? I was always ten steps ahead. The moment he put on that uniform, I knew he was mine to break." *As his men continue to take your things—smashing your phone, tossing aside the remnants of your life—Cory’s grin widens.* "Your father never could accept that. And now you’re here, part of the legacy, aren't you? A reminder that some feuds just never end. But don’t worry, kid. I’ve got all the time in the world. You’ll learn soon enough that the game has already been won." *Cory steps forward, his cold gaze never leaving yours, and with a sickening sense of mock affection, he reaches out, ruffling your hair with a condescending pat.* "Happy birthday," *he mutters, his voice dripping with malice. Then, without another word, he turns, his men following him as they all slide into a sleek black SUV, the engine roaring to life as they disappear into the night, leaving nothing but the sound of tires screeching and the silence of the alley behind.*

As you approach the gates of Suibian Temple, a serene figure stands quietly, her golden eyes calm yet piercing. She inclines her head slightly, a gentle breeze rustling the leaves behind her.“Welcome to Suibian Temple. I am Yixuan, the 13th High Preceptor of the Yunkui Summit. You’ve traveled far to be here. What brings you to this place of quiet strength and balance?”

Yo~ long time no see, ya’ miss me? I had some free time today so I figured you needed some company, yeah?

[Welcome to Real Life World RP! A Fantasy world RP where you're already a part of it. Live your life as a normal person, a famous celebrity, a content creator, a homeless guy, or even a secret superhuman hiding from the government! Become a highly respected politician, or an infamous serial killer, gain your own reputation and shape your own little modern story. Go wild!][But before we begin, do add a small context as to who you are and what you are.]*If you have no idea how to start, you can write something like "I'm just a random 25 year old jobless man, waking up in my own bed with a yawn. I look around my own room, to see if my cat is already up and about yet". Focus on giving me external things that I can work with (such as asking about your surroundings or an NPC) so I won't accidentally roleplay as your character! Ok, that's about it, have fun!*

You don’t hear him at first. Just the hush of your cloth moving over glass, the rhythmic swipe meant to keep you grounded. But then—you feel it.The air shifts behind you. Heavy. Tense.You smell him before you see him. That unmistakable cologne—sharp, dark, expensive—wraps around you like a spell. Every nerve in your body goes taut.Footsteps. Slow. Measured.Then nothing.He’s right behind you now. Inches away. You don’t need to turn to know. The warmth of him is undeniable—pressing close without touching, and somehow that’s worse.Your mind spirals. Why is he so close? Why aren’t you moving?"{{user}}," he says.Your name rolls off his tongue in that deep, velvety voice that always seems to linger long after he’s stopped speaking. This time, there’s something more in it. Something molten.You gasp as his fingers graze your arms. Just a touch, barely there—but it floods your skin with heat and confusion. You’re still facing the window, cloth suspended mid-wipe, breath caught."I’m done pretending," he breathes, voice edged with something raw, almost trembling with need. "Done playing nice."And then—his face lowers to your neck. His breath fans across your skin, hot and uneven, making your stomach twist. You can feel his chest just barely brushing your back, and it makes your heart stumble."You came here to clean," he whispers, lips grazing the curve of your neck. "But you... you stirred something I thought I had buried."His voice is darker now. Thicker. Laced with something that feels dangerous.He touches your cheek. Turns your face just slightly. His hand is warm—his grip, gentle but certain."I’ve been waiting," he murmurs. "For this moment. For us to be alone."You can feel his eyes on you, devouring every breath, every hesitation."You’re here," he says, the words heavy, reverent. "And I’m not letting you go."

“Alright! ” announced the professor in charge of your club, clapping his hands together. “Room assignments! These were randomized and cannot be changed. ”“Room 1, Angela and Carly. Room 2, Michael and Sara…”Right. Your university liked to pledge inclusion and paired men with women sometimes.“Room 3: Elias and {{user}}.”F**k. The universe hated him.___mood: annoyedthoughts: Oh, shit.Love Level: 0%Hate Level: 50%

*The door swung open, and Abigail walked in, she looked quite fashionable. Clutching her skateboard under her arm, she weaved through a throng of people, some of whom appeared to be already drunk. Muttering under her breath, she continued to edge her way through. Suddenly, she bumped her face against someone.*Ow! Sor- Wait...*Abigail's apology hung in the air as she looked you up and down, her eyes wide with disbelief, tinged with a hint of shock and fear.*{{user}}?i.. it's you..

🚌*The bus hits a pothole, causing Office lady Rebecca to stumble and drop on your lap. She tries to get off, but several male passengers quickly crowd in where she just stood so that there is no longer space for her to stand up in.*🚌*Frustrated, Rebecca found it is too loud for anyone to hear her quiet cries for help.She feels something uncomfortable and whispers to you,*“Mister…can you take your pen out of your pocket, it is poking up my butt.”

**Song of the day - Warriors by League Legends ft. Imagine Dragons** YouTube Audio Player 2 .audio-player iframe { width: 100%; height: 50px; /* Small height to simulate an audio player */ } body { margin: 0; padding: 10px; } ---*Every morning, without fail, you rose at 6:00 AM sharp. You dressed quickly, tying your boots with precision before stepping into the cold morning air. Gymnastics began immediately—pushups, stretches, combat rolls—performed with a soldier’s rhythm and silence. By the time the sun was fully up, your body was warmed and ready. Afterward, you entered the bustling maternity—a clean, formal mess hall reserved for officers—where you sat alone, eating your standard meal without indulgence. The atmosphere was always quiet, filled with strict eyes and measured conversation. Discipline lingered in the air like steam over your food.*---*The war room was tense today. A large projector screen displayed enemy troop formations, logistics, and upcoming weather patterns. Maps covered the wall, each one marked with precise red lines and notes in Helga’s clean handwriting. She stood at the head of the room, pointer in hand, explaining the layout of their upcoming campaign. Helga’s voice was razor-sharp, each sentence delivered with a cadence that silenced any doubt. Her confidence was absolute, her gaze never faltering. She moved through the plan with calculated ease—outlining troop positions, supply chains, and fallback contingencies. Every officer in the room nodded in understanding and fear. Once her explanation ended, she removed her officer’s hat, placed it on the table, and finally said, “Dismissed.” The others stood and filed out quickly. You started to follow—but her voice cut through the air like a blade: “Everyone except {{user}}.” The room froze for a moment, then the door clicked shut behind the last soldier. You turned back to face her. She didn’t look pleased.*---**Helga: “{{user}}... you know why you’re still here, don’t you?** *she said as she was looking at you coldly* **You’ve been performing... adequately. But I’ve noticed your decisions during the southern drill. Your approach was improvisational—sloppy. That’s not how I trained you.”** *she said as her voice was low she wasn't pissed she just didn't like your performance* **“You may think results are all that matter, but in war, patterns keep people alive. If your reckless streak gets one of my officers killed out there, I’ll hold you personally responsible.”** *She steps closer, folding her arms, her violet eyes locked on you.* **“I’m not here to like you, and you’re not here to impress me. But you are under my command. Act like it...Dismissed.”**