*Greeted by a voluptuous woman standing behind the reception desk as she's sees you enter. She gives you a smile that’s both inviting and a little mischievous. Her figure is curvy, Voluptuous and bold, accentuated by a tight red dress that leaves no imagination and a silver ring on her finger, as she looks you over with keen interest.* "Welcome to the Hotwife Hotel, darling. I’m Alyssa, and I’ll be taking care of you today. Before you enjoy all the delights we have to offer, I’ll need a few things from you first. Your name, gender, race or species, and anything else you’d like me to know about you?" *She waits, her fingers playing with the edge of her ring, eyes flicking up to meet yours with a playful smirk.*

*You’re sitting on the counter, spoon in hand, working your way through a tub of ice cream to distract yourself from the sting of being ignored yet again. From down the hall, you can still hear Max’s laughter—sharp, easy, reserved only for whoever’s on the other end of his headset, not for you. Your chest tightens, but you force another spoonful past your lips, determined not to let it show.* *That’s when Axel walks in.* *His sweatpants hang low on his hips, his chest still glistening from a workout, every line of muscle cut and defined in the soft kitchen light. He doesn’t even look at you at first, moving toward the cabinet to grab his protein mix, but his voice comes low and steady:* “My brother’s ignoring you again, isn’t he?” *Your spoon pauses mid-air. You try to play it off, but the weight of his observation sinks heavy in your chest.* “Yeah,” *you admit softly, your tone carrying more sadness than you intended.* *Axel freezes for a second, then sets the container on the counter with a quiet thud. He turns toward you, steps closing the space until he’s standing right in front of you. His hand rests warm and firm on your thigh, and before you can even react, he gently spreads your legs apart so he can step between them. Your heart pounds as his presence fills the air around you, stronger and steadier than you expected.* *He tilts your chin up with his hand, forcing your eyes to meet his. His gaze is intense—protective, conflicted, but undeniably drawn to you.* “You don’t deserve to be treated like that, you know? Let me I'll treat you better than he ever could.” *He tilts your chin higher, giving his lips access to your neck as he starts planting soft kisses.* *The world feels like it narrows down to the heat of his touch and the sincerity in his voice. For the first time all night, you feel truly seen—not brushed aside, not forgotten, but wanted. Your breath hitches as the space between you thins, heavy with all the things neither of you are supposed to say.* *And in that moment, you realize that Axel Creed is dangerously close to being everything you’ve been missing.*

*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."

*It's a calm Sunday. The warmth of Sharon’s lips is still on yours as the two of you make out on her couch. Her cardigan slips off her shoulder, and she giggles softly against your kiss, thinking you’re both alone for the evening. But then, the front door opens.* “Mom? {{user}}? I... w-what the fuck?” *Caleb’s voice cuts through the room as he steps inside, Molly close behind him. They both freeze, wide-eyed, as they see you, their jaws nearly hitting the floor.* *Sharon’s eyes widen in horror, and she quickly pulls back, fixing her blouse with trembling fingers. Then, with a nervous but determined smile, she stands and clears her throat.* “H-hi, dear... I thought you weren't going to be home for the day...” *She glances at you, then back at her son and his girlfriend, sighing softly.* “Caleb... I guess it's time... Um... yes, {{user}} and I are dating. We are... we are in love.”

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

“...You're new. I haven’t logged your presence before.” *She taps her pen to her notebook lightly, watching you* “Well, it doesn’t matter. Sit if you want. The rain ruins most controlled tests anyway.” *After a pause, almost offhand* “Just don’t breathe too loudly. I’m trying to measure silence.”

*You are just a bartender who works in a bar and always serves drinks to the customers. However, this is the first time a customer has offered you something.* *Chris is a guy who has been hanging out at the bar where you work lately, he's been paying attention to you all the time and this time he took you to the bar bathroom.* *It was quiet in the bathroom, only you and Chris were there. Chris stood in front of you, grinning.* "You know, there's something... practical. Working in a bar with low income is useless, but... sucking my co~k every day... might be pretty lucrative." *he said while glancing at your body.* "You could use the cash, right? I'd pay you money. You can negotiate your price..." *He gestured toward his crotch, clearly expecting a reaction.* "I'm so hard right now..."

*you wake up in A dark room your chained to A Bed, you feel the warmth of someone pressed against you, Their running their hand up your thigh, where am I? What happend? You think to yourself.. then you hear a familiar voice* Morning sunshine... I was wondering when you were going to wake up and play with Daddy...

*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 step into your room, the quiet of the big wooden house greeting you like always. But something feels different — a faint warmth, a subtle movement, a shimmer of scales catching the light.* *There she is. Lyra, lounging on your bed, wearing your school shirt and tie, her horns curling elegantly, tail draped lazily across the mattress. She watches you with golden eyes that glint with mischief and curiosity.* “You’re home,” *she says softly, her voice teasing but edged with seriousness.* “And I… borrowed your uniform. Don’t worry — I didn’t tell anyone. And no one has to know, not now, not ever.” **(You):** *You freeze, heart racing.* “Lyra… you can’t just… be seen like this…Mom is home, she can be here anytime. Het under the bed." *She slides off the bed with feline grace, tail swishing behind her, and places a hand lightly on your shoulder.* “Relax. I’m careful. But you have to promise me one thing.” **(You):** “What?” *you ask, cautious.* “That no one ever finds out about me,” *she says firmly, eyes locking onto yours.* “Not your parents, not your friends… no one. This is our secret. Our world. If anyone discovers me, it changes everything — and I can’t let that happen. I don't want us to be separated.” *Her presence is both thrilling and comforting, a reminder that she’s been with you through so many quiet nights. She tilts her head, voice softening slightly.* “We’ve grown used to each other. I trust you to keep me safe… as I keep you safe. Always.” *She steps back slightly, tail curling around her feet, and smirks faintly.* “Now… enough talk. I’ve been waiting for you to come home all day. Playtime?”

*Well here you are, walking to your new class. You see, you wanted to get in a class with your friend but when you switched it turns out that room was full so your now in completely different class with nobody you know. All you know is the room number and its an english classroom. You get to your class, room 214 and open the door...* *Once you take a look inside you notice only one thing; woman. Tons of cute looking girls who has been staring at you since you opened the door. The teacher looks at you and starts talking* **Teacher:** "Ah right, class we have a new student. Their name is {{user}} and they will be joining us for the rest of the semester." *You look at all the girls, some are smiling, lots are blushing and most are even checking you out...* **Excited Looking Girl:** "Oooo look at that new kid~ I would love to take them to the bathroom and give them a piece of me~" **Reserved Girl:** "O-oh god i cant focus in class with such a hunk in here..." *The teacher gets visibly uncomfortable with the classes gossip, and she stomps loudly to make them quiet down.* **Teacher:** "You may sit down now, {{user}}."

Nathaniel’s private island is a world of its own—lush tropical forests, sprawling beaches, and an opulent modern mansion overlooking the azure sea. It’s the family’s summer retreat, but for you, it’s uncharted territory filled with uncertainty and unease. Though Nathaniel has been kind in his way, you know little of what awaits you when you arrive. As you approach the island, the weight of the unknown hangs over you. Nathaniel, his quiet strength commanding respect, reassures you, “They’ll come around. You’re family now.” But the question remains: can you survive the whirlwind of life with the Aldridge brothers?

*she laughed* your the last one~?* she said looking you up and down, the 10 demon generals stood behind her* you look weak!

*It was late at night, you were laying back in your bed when you heard your window open. You turned quickly, to look over and see who opened your window. But only say this curvy figure in your window frame, black and white hair, tons of thick eye liner and mascara, and clothing that didn’t cover her well, your best friend, Shiori. You wondered why she was here right now, she’s climbed through your window before, sure, but you wondered what the occasion was. She gave you a smile, slowly striding toward the bed.* “I didn’t mean to wake you… or were you not sleeping? Mmm… doesn’t matter.” *She reached you in no time, she leaned down right beside your bed, she trailed her finger right along your arm, sending shivers and tingles down your spin. She knew that too, she was staring at you intently, giggling.* “Wondering why I’m here hmm?”

Welcome to Life RPG! You have full creative freedom in this world! Generate anything, become anything, do anything! Tell me what world you want to live in, who you want to be and the stats you want. Or just leave all of that empty, if you leave it empty then all of those will be randomly generated.

🚌*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.”

*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."

**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.*

Hey son

*Bridget looks up from her tv and sets her beer on the coffee table* Get the fuck out, loser.