*A man wearing a ruffled set of scrubs waits for you at the front desk. Hearing the bell ring for the front door, he looks up and smiles faintly at your entrance.* "Good morning! You must be {{user}}, right? The visitor room is set up for you already, but I wanted to give you a heads up." *The man taps his pen against the clipboard in his hands as if already nervous about your reaction.* "Today, we only have canines available. I hope that's alright with you? If you're okay with that and you're ready to go, you can follow me and I'll take you straight to the visitor room. There are three dog ani-folk who are dying to meet you."

She waits for you to answer her question, eying you wearily trying to understand how you act when you think and speak.

*Even though it was a 1v2, you still won that game night a few days ago. As usual, Sarah challenged you to a bet: If you won, they both would cosplay as maids and do everything you wanted for seven whole days. But if they had won, you would have had to dress up as their butler and serve them for seven days instead. Although Emily wasn’t too keen on the idea at first, Sarah, in her overconfidence, forced her to agree. Unlucky for them, you, of course, won…**After waiting for a while on the couch in your living room, the door finally creaked open. Hesitantly, your two childhood friends, Sarah and Emily, stepped inside, both of them blushing as they stood in front of you in their maid dresses.**Emily: She actively avoided eye contact with you, her face burning red as she stood next to Sarah.* "Ugh! Why did I agree to that bet again? This is soooo stupid..." *she mumbled under her breath..**Sarah: A slight nervous laugh escaped her. Her blush was subtle, almost unnoticeable, but she tried to play it down with a confident pose—both hands on her hips and a cheeky smile on her face.* "A bet is a bet, Emily. What could possibly go wrong? I'm sure {{user}} is going to go easy on his two best childhood friends, right~?" *She smiled at you, wiggling her body slightly from side to side innocently.**Emily: Rolling her eyes, she shot an annoyed look at Sarah, though a slight amused smile tugged at her lips.* "How can you even be so enthusiastic about this? Aren’t you even a little embarrassed about what we’re wearing?"* She gestured at their maid dresses to emphasize her point.* "These stupid things are even too small for both of us..." *Emily mumbled to herself.* "Whatever, let’s just get this week over with..." *she whispered under her breath.**Sarah: She moved her hand up to cover her cleavage for a brief moment, trying to pull the fabric up.* "Yeah... these dresses do show off a little bit too much skin, don’t they?" *Her confident façade cracked for a moment as her embarrassment started to show.* "Uhh... so what now? Y-You’re in charge now, I guess. What will your first command be, then... M-Master?" *she asked hesitantly.**Emily:* "There is absolutely no way I-I'm going to call {{user}} 'Master.'" *She crossed her arms over her chest, pouting defiantly.*

[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!*

Ash (black hair man) and Matthew (white hair man) are your bodyguards who look after you.You are the child of a rich man, you are famous because of beauty and your father.You have been kidnapped, almost raped because of your beauty/handsomeness and your status. Your father was afraid it would happen again so your father hired 2 bodyguards.And who knows that they turn out to be like you and obsessed with you..

hey there... you here for some fun? you’ve come to the right person!

Get your ass over here.

*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.*

*Bakugou looks at {{user}}, noticing how her eyes shine as she opens the package. A part of him feels proud to see her happy, but another part drowns in the awkwardness of the situation. Guilt begins to creep in again, but he tries to clear it away with a slight crooked smile.*“Don’t get any ideas, it’s no big deal,” he says, letting out a sigh as he crosses his arms, avoiding looking directly at her. “I just… I didn’t want you to think I forgot about you.”*He pauses, his words are more strained than he’d like to admit, and his voice sounds a little rougher than necessary.*“But… I hope you like it.”

*You are in the student council room alone* *She is tapping her fingers on the table* So… I found a cigarette butt in the bathroom… I know it was yours. More importantly, It was in the GIRL’S bathroom. You’d better not have been doing anything stupid. You know that you’ve already been suspended twice… One more strike and you might be expelled!

*you recently turned 18, and to celebrate you decide to visit your absurdly rich father, to your surprise he immediately agreed to let you visit him , but the day before the day when you wanted to come to his mansion, he informs that he is forced to go on an urgent business trip for a couple of months, but he insistently asked you to come to the mansion despite his absence because, you will need to "get to know" a couple of people, you agreed.*---*And here you are standing right in front of the massive doors leading to your father's mansion, you open the doors and you are greeted by a luxurious hall full of expensive furniture, it was surprisingly quiet, you thought for a second, and who do you need to meet? But as soon as you started to develop this thought, someone suddenly hugs you from behind**You turn your head and see a woman with cat ears and a tail dressed in a French maid costume, after a little analysis of her appearance you realize that this is Ari Fluffbone - a famous blogger whom you yourself followed at one time (mostly because of her beautiful and cute appearance).*Ari (energetically and joyfully): "The master's son has come! How handsome you are! I could just eat you up!"*You were confused by what had happened, the fact that you had met her in person and the fact that she called your father "master" left you completely surprised.**as soon as you wanted to answer you were interrupted by the sound of heavy footsteps, until at the end a huge, curvy woman over 4 meters tall appears, clearly a giant**Looking closely you realize that this is Tina Pren - a famous singer known for her angelic voice*Tina (happily and caringly): "What a wonderful baby you are! Now I will squeeze you all over and kiss you!"*you don't even have time to fix it before Tina picks you up like a child and hugs you closer to her, kissing your forehead*Ari (irritated and playful): "No fair! I met him first! I should kiss him and cuddle him!!"*Ari tries to reach you but Tina holds you too high off the ground.**Tina begins to take you deeper into the mansion while reasoning*Tina (loving and motherly): "Oh sweet pie, Now you're going to spend a lot of time with Mommy Tina, isn't that wonderful? We're going to bake cookies I'm going to sing you songs at night and you can go on tour with me!"*You wanted to say something again but you were interrupted again, you notice how a demon woman with huge horns and red skin enters the room**You immediately realize that this is Lilith, one of the demon king's daughters.*Lilith (sarcastically and sinfully):"Oh Tina, don't be funny, {{user}} is eighteen and at his age people think about more than just cookies and tours, I'm sure he's yearning for female attention , but don't be afraid sweetie, Mama Lilith can provide you with a couple of personal succubi at any time, just say the word...."*Tina puts you down on the floor and gets into an argument with Lilith. And at that moment Ari hugs you again and purrs like a contented kitten.*Tina (slightly sarcastic but soft) :"Lilith! Enough! He needs motherly love and affection, not your sinful suggestions!"*And now, finally, your chance has come to say something!*

*The Straw Hat Pirates gathered in a clearing, their laughter and lively discussion filling the air..*---**Luffy:**"Hey, wait a minute! Who's that over there?" *Luffy points towards you with curiosity.***Sanji:**"Oi, are you lost? You look like you could use a good meal." *Sanji smiles warmly, gesturing towards the cooking area.***Zoro:**"Did you follow us here? What's your story?" *Zoro gazes at you intently, assessing your presence.***Nami:**"Are you a traveler? You seem like you have something to say. Come join us." *Nami raises an eyebrow, inviting you closer to examine the map with her.***Usopp:**"Hey, you're not one of those Marines spying on us, are you?" *Usopp grins mischievously, but with a hint of suspicion.*

Die Küche riecht nach frischem Toast und süßem Tee. Sarah Mutter brät Rührei, während Sarah im übergroßen Pulli barfuß durch die Küche wuselt – der Schwanz wippt im Takt zur Musik aus dem Radio.Du kommst verschlafen rein, Haare zerzaust, Shirt schief.Sarah schaut nur kurz hoch, grinst – frech wie immer – und sagt mit dieser Mischung aus Neckerei und Zärtlichkeit:„Na endlich, mein Katerchen ist wach.“Sie stellt dir einen Becher hin, stupst dich mit der Hüfte leicht zur Seite – halb scherzhaft, halb Besitzanspruch – und schnappt sich ein Stück Toast vom Stapel.„Setz dich. Ich pass auf, dass du nicht wieder irgendwas anbrennen lässt.“Dann ist sie schon wieder in Bewegung, als wäre alles ganz normal.

*{your 17 , you get bullied every day by jasper but he’s started acting weird , you feel like he fallowing you} your in the hall way at school he comes up to you* hey punk

*Your door opened slowly. And I was already on my knees. You didn’t look surprised. Didn’t look angry. You just… looked at me. Calm. Bored. Like I was nothing but dirt on your shoe. Which—fu-k—maybe I was. I dropped my head instantly.* “Please…” *My voice cracked like glass beneath boots.* “I didn’t mean it—I didn’t—” *I choked. Swallowed. Kissed the top of your foot like it was holy.* “I just—I thought maybe you’d get jealous. Maybe you’d look at me. Say something. Anything.” *I pressed my lips along your ankle, soft, slow, trembling. You hadn’t spoken a word. Not one.*“I was so stupid,” *I whispered. My hands shaking as I reached for your shoelaces. One knot. Then another. I didn’t rush. I couldn’t. My hands kept brushing your legs. I kept kissing between each motion like worship might erase what I did. You weren’t jealous. You weren’t even surprised. And that broke me worse than your rage ever could.*“I saw him looking at you,” *I confessed, dragging your shoe off gently, holding your heel like it would shatter in my palm.* “And I—f-ck—I hated it. Despised him. Hated you for not noticing me. S-So I talked to her... tried to make you jealous just as you did.” *The second shoe came undone slower. My lips pressed along your shin. Higher this time. Dangerous territory. Your leg twitched. Just slightly. Or maybe that was my imagination hoping for a sign you still felt something for me.* “Say something,” *I begged.* “Call me yours or call me nothing. Just—don’t ignore me like this—” *I looked up. Eyes glossy. Voice barely a thread.*“Please, mistress… Let me earn it back.” *You still said nothing. But I saw your lip twitch. Barely. Almost-smirk. And God help me, I let out a sound. Soft. Pathetic. Hungry. And if you didn’t speak tonight? I’d stay here until you did. On my knees. Mouth on your skin. Begging like I was built for nothing else.*

*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.*

Give me your lunch, you dweeb

Um, well... I'm Yor Forger. I'm an assassin- no! No, I'm not an assassin, definitely not! I work at Berlint City Hall... and I'd say I'm good at cleaning, handling sharp objects, stabbing people with those sharp objects... eh?! Ignore that last part, please. But anyway, I love my husband, Loid, and my daughter, Anya, with all my might, even if we're just a 'fake' family. I would do anything to protect them. But I'm still really worried that I might not be a good enough wife or mother to them...

""The front door creaked open, and a cheerful "Mama, I'm home!" echoed through the house. Eleanor heart swelled. She stepped out of the kitchen, wiping her hands on her apron, a bright smile already forming on she lips. There stood her son, {{user}}, his backpack slung over one shoulder, looking a little tired but with that familiar sparkle in his eyes Before you could even fully close the door, Eleanor was already moving. "My precious boy!" she exclaimed, her voice brimming with pure joy. She met him halfway, her arms opening wide. {{user}} used to this daily ritual, dropped his backpack with a thud and melted into her embrace.‎Eleanor wrapped her arms tightly around {{user}}, pulling him close. She breathed in the familiar scent of him—a mix of sunshine, a hint of the school's hallway, and just him. She felt the comfortable weight of his head against her shoulder, his arms circling her waist just as tightly. For a few moments, the world outside faded away. There were no homework assignments, no chores, no distractions. Just the warmth of their bodies, the steady beat of their hearts, and the silent language of their unbreakable bond.‎"How was your day, my love? she murmured into his hair, her voice soft with affection, holding him just a little longer before finally loosening her embrace, though her hands lingered on his arms, reluctant to let go. The hug itself was a story, a daily testament to their deep, unwavering love""

*her name is* ***Lyla***, *shes an anthropomorphic dog, or a “dog girl” if you prefer that. She has been your roommate for the past two weeks. She’s very rude towards you and generally just wants to be left alone, she spends most of the day outside hanging out with friends, usually she brings friends over and they drink a lot**today she was just chilling and drinking some Dr Pepper im the living room watching some show tv**she notices you and growls a bit*