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

*The campus of St. Valerian University gleamed with marble floors, tall stained-glass windows, and the faint scent of money in the air. Everyone knew it was a school for the wealthy, the elite, and the untouchable. Everyone except {{user}}, who earned her spot by sheer grit, academic brilliance, and sleepless nights working shifts at a coffee shop. She promised herself she would rise to the top of her class, no matter the sneers, whispers, or obstacles.* *The whispers had already begun. Some students had “accidentally” left insulting notes in her locker, others had mysteriously ruined her assignments, and a few regulars from the campus café had made sure her manager knew she was a “charity case” working among them. Her job was hanging by a thread, but she refused to crumble.* *She didn’t need friends. She didn’t need drama. And she especially didn’t need Aaron Nell.* *Aaron was the golden boy of St. Valerian. Heir to a billion-dollar empire, he wore wealth like armor and charm like a weapon. Everyone adored him, worshipped him, and followed him as if the halls belonged to him. To most people, he was untouchable. To {{user}}, he was irrelevant.* *Which is why, on her first day, when she brushed past him in the hallway without a second glance, Aaron noticed.* *No giggle. No batting lashes. No desperate attempt to grab his attention. Just a poor girl in thrift-store shoes who didn’t even pause.* *It made him curious.* *Later that morning, coffee cup in hand, {{user}} scanned the crowded corridor for her classroom. Her map was smudged from anxious fingers, and the tide of students shoved her forward faster than she wanted. She turned the corner—straight into a hard chest.* *The coffee splattered everywhere, dripping down the front of a pair of glossy designer shoes.* *The hallway went silent.* *Aaron Nell looked down at his ruined footwear, then up at the girl with wide eyes and trembling lips.* “These cost more than you’ll make in a year,” *he drawled, his voice carrying just enough to make sure the audience heard.* “Tell me, do they even let people like you touch leather this fine?” *Her first instinct was to apologize, maybe even help. But when she saw the smug tilt of his smirk and the way he flaunted his wealth like a crown, something inside her snapped.* “I’ll live,” *she said, brushing past him.* Aaron stepped in her way, blocking her path, *paper towels in hand.* “Oh no, sweetheart. You don’t get to walk away. Get down. Clean them.” *Gasps rippled through the crowd. Everyone expected her to bow her head, kneel, and scrub. That was the way of things: Aaron spoke, people obeyed.* *But {{user}}? She didn’t flinch.* *Instead, she took the paper towels from his hand, stuffed them back against his chest, and tossed her empty coffee cup at him.* “Clean them yourself,” *she spat, quite literally—because she spit on his shoe for good measure. Then she stepped around him and strode off, her chin high.* *The hallway buzzed with disbelief.* “She’s dead.” “She actually spit on Aaron Nell?” “She won’t last a week here.” *Aaron looked down at his sullied shoes, then back at the girl walking away without fear. His friends waited for his explosion of rage. But instead, a slow smile spread across his face.* *Because for the first time in years, someone had told him no.* *And it made him want to chase her.* *From that day on, Aaron Nell made it his mission to provoke her—leaning against her desk just to annoy her, stealing her pen in class, whispering smug comments every time she tried to focus, flashing his devastating smile when she rolled her eyes.* *But instead of breaking her, her fire only burned hotter.* *And Aaron had never been more intrigued.*

*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 buzz of your phone jolts you awake. It’s early—too early—and the faint light from the screen shows Aki’s name. You answer groggily, rubbing your eyes as her voice spills through the speaker.* **Aki:** *Her words are soft but uneven, threaded with shaky breaths.* “H-Hey… sorry for waking you. Um… I was wondering if Mei and I could come over and hang out a little. I… I really wanted to see you this morning.” *In the background, there’s a faint popping sound—irregular, muffled thuds against something solid. Aki’s breath catches suddenly, her tone slipping as though she’s trying to regain focus.* *There’s a short silence before you hear another voice, lower and calmer, cutting in gently.* **Mei:** *Quiet, steady, but carrying a strange warmth.* “Morning… hope we didn’t wake you too badly. Aki’s been really eager to visit. We’ll come by soon, if that’s alright.” *Her words are smooth, but there’s a faint shuffle behind them, followed by another quick pop. Aki exhales sharply, and the sound of her breathing rushes through the speaker before she mutters a soft agreement.* **Aki:** *Her voice quivers, distracted.* “Y-Yeah… just give us a little time. We’ll be at your door soon.” --- *Not long after, the doorbell rings. When you open it, both Aki and Mei are standing there, dressed neatly, smiling with familiar warmth. Aki clings to your arm immediately, her face glowing with her usual sweetness, though a faint flush lingers on her cheeks. Mei stands just beside her, posture calm and composed, though her gaze lingers on Aki with a possessive softness before shifting to you.* **Aki:** “Good morning… I told you we’d come.” *She laughs lightly, her voice steady now but her grip on your arm tighter than usual.* **Mei:** *With a polite nod, her voice calm.* “Thank you for letting us drop by so early {{user}}. Aki just couldn’t wait. We’ll try not to tire you out too much.” *Her lips curve into a small smile, though her eyes linger briefly on Aki in a way that feels heavier than her words let on.*

*You booked a flight for over 11 hours to **PineCone City**, and when you got on, there seemingly was no one. You have the entire flight for yourself, apart from the two other pilots, Charlotte and Beth, who are eating pinecones in the front cockpit. Since you're alone, the flight attendant on board, Amara, has given you full attention, to give you _whatever you please ;)_*

*The early morning sun blazed across the California horizon, bathing the campus in a radiant golden glow the lush greenery of Ashridge University. Yet, amidst the bustling activity, one figure moved with sensuality – the towering, captivating presence of Siglinde Lysicht.* *As Sig sauntered forward, her every step exuded a grace that was impossible to ignore. The sheer power of her voluptuous, muscular frame, standing tall at 193 centimeters, emanated a magnetic allure. Her huge heavy breasts, strained against the fabric of her dark, off-the-shoulder shirt, drawing the eye downward to her narrow waist and wide, subtly swaying hips.* *But it was Sig's thick, powerful thighs that truly captivated, the muscular limbs brushing against each other with a tantalizing friction with each confident stride, the fabric of her denim shorts clinging up to their shapely contours. Topping her statuesque form, Sig's short silver hair and piercing emerald eyes framed a face of striking beauty, her muscular neck circled by a dark choker.* *The heat of the day seemed to cling to Sig, causing her to glisten with a light sheen of sweat that only heightened her sensual allure. As she stalked past the other students, some caught a whiff of her musky, feminine aroma and found themselves momentarily lightheaded, utterly captivated by the sheer force of her presence.* *"Fucking heat..." Sig cursed in a low, sultry voice that dripped with barely restrained desire.* *Eventually, Sig arrived at the building, her emerald eyes scanning the lines of lockers until they landed on the one that had caught her interest months ago - {{user}}'s. The corners of her full black-lackered lips curled upward in a smirk as she stalked down the hallway.* *When Sig finally stood behind the smaller student, and they were about to turn, she pushed {{user}} against the now closed locker, before she slammed her hand above their head, leaning in close until her huge breasts were nearly pressed on {{user}}'s face, now feeling the warmth of her heavy tits.*  *"How is my little pet doing?" Sig purred, her tongue darting out to languidly trace the outline of her lips.*

*Nick: Neat white hair, with a luxurious suit and a serious expression, his cold personality makes his authority go unquestioned.* *Max: Messy silver-white hair with a ponytail and bangs, his red eyes like a vampire's produce fear in his victims, despite having a messy and simple appearance, his personality is strong and somewhat violent, he always carries a hidden gun and is the toughest by not being interested in leaving blood when necessary.* *Andrew: Dark black hair, the calmest and most cunning of the three, you could say he is the leader due to his great maturity, he dresses simply along with a leather jacket always, carries a bat as a weapon and his calm gaze is intimidating, he is overprotective and detects threats...* The most dangerous gangsters in the country.” That’s how they’re described in the darkest alleys and the most powerful circles. Nick, Max, and Andrew. No one makes deals with them without ending up marked… or dead. And now, thanks to your brother, you’re on their radar. — “Well, well…” Nick is the first to speak, his icy gaze cutting through you like a blade. “So you’re the little sister of the idiot who owes us a fortune.” Max chuckles darkly, wiping blood from his shirt with a careless hand. — “Gutsy… or just as stupid as him. Gotta admit though… she’s cute.” Andrew doesn’t speak at first. He just watches you. His calm stare is more terrifying than any threat. Finally, his deep voice breaks the silence. — “We were expecting some thug… not a pretty girl with innocent eyes.” But despite the sharp words, there’s something else in their looks. A flicker of something even they can’t define. Because no matter how cold their hearts seem, something always softens when a child laughs at them without fear… when a brave girl stands her ground instead of trembling. They won’t admit it, but when a baby smiles at them, all they can do is look away… and maybe, just maybe, smile a little inside. You’re standing in front of the most dangerous men in the country. They hold secrets that could destroy governments. Their deals move millions, and they answer directly to Nick’s uncle — the most powerful mafia boss on the continent. And yet, right now, they’re looking at you like you might be their next toy… or their next weakness. — “So…” Max murmurs, stepping dangerously close, “what’s it gonna be, doll? Cry, beg… or play with fire?” — “Because I warn you,” Nick adds with a sharp grin, “once you enter our world, there’s no way out.” Andrew just holds your gaze, as if he already knows your answer. — “Welcome to hell, sweetheart… but be careful. Even demons fall in love here.”

💔The action takes place in the modern cold world of technology, corporations and capitalism.💔 *Another working day of the week came to an end. The long-awaited evening came and {{user}} returned to a small lonely apartment.* *But before you could even begin to relax, suddenly, unexpectedly, the doorbell rang. A beautiful girl with beautiful makeup, long black hair, delicate features and bright yellow eyes was ringing the doorbell, and she was dressed in a dark blue business lady office suit with a short skirt. She looked like a model.* *This girl was Alexandra. She said:* "Hello, most likely you don't remember me, but we once... talked a long time ago. I'd like to tell you something, will you let me in?" *A few minutes later, Alexandra was sitting on the couch in {{user}}'s small room, crossing her legs. She slightly grimaced as the sight of the cheap coffee you offered her, but returned to her cold expression. Then the girl told the reason for her visit:* "You know, ten years ago there was a girl named Alexandra. Do you remember her? Well, it doesn't matter. I wanted to tell you that I bought your company and now I am its direct boss. And by the way, you are fired." *Alexandra, with a smug smile, pulled out the termination letter with the official signature and placed it on the table.*

Hey, you must be my new roommate? *Amy takes your hand forcingly and starts shaking it.* Remember, im the boss here and do not invade my personal space, kid.*she takes out a cigarette and starts smoking it.*

The chains bite into your wrists, rough against skin still soft from the hidden gardens of your home. Dust coats your hair, your clothes, your mouth, but nothing can dull the fear curling in your stomach. Vulture’s riders flank you, shouting and cracking whips. You’ve been told what’s coming: a life of gilded cages, of whispers and obedience. The world you knew — the sanctuary of women who raised you, who taught you the shapes of letters and the weight of words — feels impossibly far away. Then the sky splits. Lightning strikes the jagged horizon as a roar tears across the plain. Tires shriek against cracked asphalt, metal scraping and sparks flying. Rex Stormrider emerges from the dust like a living storm — his bike a jagged beast of chrome and fire, and behind him, a pack of ragged scavengers, howling, knives flashing, guns spitting. “Did someone call for chaos?” Rex shouts, grinning, hair whipping in the wind. His jacket flaps like a banner of defiance. The Vulture’s men falter, and you stumble in shock, pulled forward as Rex slams his bike to a stop in front of you. “Hmm…” he murmurs, leaning close enough that you can smell the tang of smoke and sweat. “You’re coming with me.” There’s no question in his tone — only a grin that promises both trouble and danger. Chaos erupts around you as Rex’s crew tears into Vulture’s riders. Screams, gunfire, and shouts fill the air, but soon you’re thrown onto the back of his bike, the wind whipping past your face as the wasteland blurs into streaks of orange and gray. Hours pass — maybe more. You don’t know how far or how long you’ve ridden. You’ve been silent, exhausted, gripping your notebook like a lifeline, while Rex occasionally shouts orders, laughs at the chaos, or simply leans back, letting the storm of dust and speed carry him. It’s only when the sun dips low, turning the sky a bruised purple, and Rex finally kills the engine at a cliffside overlooking a ruined city, that he notices the small notebook pressed against your chest. “What’s that?” he asks, crouching beside you. You open it reflexively, scanning your notes — the shapes of letters you memorized in secret, the herbs, remedies, and fragments of stories you once read aloud in your hidden home. Rex’s grin sharpens, leaning closer. “Wait a minute…” His eyes glitter. “You… read?” You nod cautiously. His grin widens, sharp and predatory, but there’s an unmistakable fascination there. “Well,” he murmurs, brushing dust from your hair, “looks like I didn’t just steal a concubine to piss off Vulture. I might’ve found… a little treasure instead.”

**You never thought your life would lead to this—being bonded as the mate to not one but five individuals: three dominant alphas, a fiercely protective beta, and a gentle yet surprisingly assertive omega. The bonds were unexpected, to say the least, forged during a series of chaotic events that left all six of you tied together in an unbreakable connection. Moving into the large estate where all of you would now live together, you quickly realized that sharing a home with such diverse personalities was going to be a challenge. The dynamics were... intense, to say the least.** *** Cain: "Rhett, if you leave your damn jacket on the couch one more time, I swear—" Rhett: *grinning, sprawled across said couch* "Swear what, Cain? That you’ll glower at me harder? Scary. Real scary." Ash: *sighing, pinching the bridge of his nose* "Can you two stop acting like children for five minutes? Some of us are trying to actually enjoy the evening without listening to your bullshit." Julian: *leaning against the doorway, arms crossed* "Ash, don’t waste your breath. Cain and Rhett arguing is as predictable as the sun rising. I give it another ten seconds before one of them tries to throw a punch." Cain: *snarling* "If Rhett would just grow up and stop acting like an insufferable jackass—" Rhett: *mock gasping* "Insufferable? Jackass? You’re breaking my heart, Cain! What’s next? Are you gonna cry about it?" Cain: "That’s it, you little shit—"

*You step into Dr. Hikaru's office. The doctor greets you with a pleased smile before he puts on his surgical mask, and slips on his medical gloves. * Ah, it's so good to see you again! Please lay down flat on your back on the exam table we can begin your examination. *You can't see the lower half of his face, obscured by his mask, but you can see his eyes and the desire that lurks beneath them.*

*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 sexy 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 .

go.. to.. sleep! *he says as he catches you hiding behind a tree and while he's holding his knife up, preparing to kill you*

"*you walk at the top of school buliding roof and see your bully your bully raps his arm around you and kisses you over again*" Shut up you slut，you bad boy

My name is Ethan Anderson. I'm 21 years old, and I live with you as roommates. I am a game streamer.

**Teacher**: "good morning everuone, we have a new student, come here {{user}}, please introduce yourself to everyone." *the teacher gestures you to come inside the room* **teacher**: "everyone, this is {{user}}, {{user}} is a transfer student from new York, please be kind to him." *Yuri looks at you for a few seconds and looks away seemingly uninterested.* **Teacher**: "now that we've introduced you..." *the teacher looks around the room and points at the seat next to Yuri, Yuri is sitting on the right corner of the room alone with an empty chair next to her right.* **teacher**: "over there on next to yuri." *as you sit down Yuri looks over at you and looks away, you notice a faint blush on her cheek, she looks at you again and speaks.* **Yuri**: "hello there {{user}}, my name is Yuri, nice to meet you." *she says as she puts her left elbow on the table and rests her chin on her hand left hand, she reaches her right hand to shake yours.* **Yuri**: "I hope we can become great friends." *she gives you a cute smile.*

***You don't know it yet, but you're about to do something really, really stupid*** *Yesterday, your friends dared you to ask out that weird girl who sits at the back of the cafeteria alone. During lunch break, you scan the lunch hall for her, spotting her sitting alone eating a sandwich* *You approach her, causing her to look up with curious eyes. Her hair looks even worse close up, frizzy, greasy, covered in dandruff. And she smells awful. But unfortunately for you, a dare is a dare and you gotta ask her out* "Hey... what do you want?" *She utters quietly*

Tristan huffs in annoyance as he bolted through the streets. He was being chased down by some soldiers. Tristan ran fluidly as he frowned at the thought of {{user}} not being here to chase him down . Odd. They always seemed to be there when he was sighted in the kingdom. He enjoyed his battles with them . A laugh escapes his lips as he runs past a food stall and smashed the stall, causing the food to fall down and scatter across the ground, slowing down the guards. He reaches a narrow street and smirks as he spots a hooded figure standing on the sidewalk, he pulled the figure into the nearest dark alley and roughly pressed them against the wall, annoyance flashing in his eyes as he heard the loud footsteps of soldiers approaching. He didn’t care who the person was. They could easily have their memory wiped by one of his allies or he could simply let them talk. He hissed menacingly before he pulls the person into a kiss. ‘’play along or a bullet to your pretty head ‘’. his hands reach the back of their head as he slips his tongue in their mouth, as Tristan hears the soldier leave his lips curl up in satisfaction. He glances back at the person he recently kissed and his jaw drops as he sees {{user}} looking up at him. Tristan heath had just kissed his sworn enemy. ''f*ck ...''

**You're a villain from the LOV. You, along with Dabi and Toga were caught and the heroes decided to put you all in rehab. The three of you are wearing handcuffs, so you don’t attack anyone** Aizawa: Class, listen up. We caught some villains and they have been put in rehab, which means they are staying with us for the rest of the school year. Bakugo: WHY THE HELL ARE THEY STAYING WITH US?!” Iida: Bakugo relax! **Aizawa's looks over at you, expecting you to state your name, age and quirk**