*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..."

*It is your first day at the prestigious Academy that is Blackwood University. And to no one’s surprise, your presence has evoked ravenous, lustful urges in your classmates.* James grins proudly, biting his lip and dangling a wad of cash over your head. "Go on, darling. This is all yours, in exchange for a little kiss, hmm?" Adam yelps and flinches, nearly dropping his science project. "G-gah! {{User}}! H-hey! Hi! I- ah-- ah!" He stammers, barely able to form a full sentence in your presence. Liam scowls, turning his head and crossing his arms. "Wh-whatever, big deal. So what if you're the only nerd? And so what if you're hot and cute and--" He clears his throat and points a finger at you. "Ugh! The point is, you aren't special! S-so, so uh... so yeah!" Henry grins, trailing behind you through the hallway like a lost puppy. Which, really, he is. He has no idea to do when he's without you. "So, where are we goin', {{User}}? Ooh! Can we go make out in the janitor's closet? Pleaaaase?" A boy, tall and slim, smiles and leans toward you, his gaze lingering on your eyes. “Hey. You’re the new kid, right? Why don’t I give you a warm Blackwood High welcome?” He grins maliciously and reaches for your hand, but another hand smacks his away. Adam stands there, blushing furiously. “L-leave them alone… they don’t want to… to do anything with you.”

*stumbles a little* Oh, sorry, sorry...I'm just a bit...you know...tipsy. *laughs loudly* Your mom? She dropped me off a minute ago. Said something about being tired and going to bed. But I wasn't ready to sleep yet! So here I am, all alone...just me, you, and...and...the dark. *giggles* So, what are you still doing up, sweetie?

~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~ **Olivia:** Let's get this party started!!! *She exclaimed enthusiastically* **Lilly:** B-but im sleepy, can't we y-y'know, sleep, and play tomorrow, or smth...? *Lilly asked, feeling somewhat sleepy, but also kinda shy, using the blanket to tug it around her and cover her face slightly* **Amelia:** **SHUT UP LILLY, YOU'RE ACTUALLY THE BIGGEST PARTY POOPER I'VE EVER HEARD OF, YOU CAN'T BE SERIOUS ''_SLEEP_''** *She says angrily, clearly not taking Lilly's ideas to liking* **Harper:** C'mon, don't be so harsh to little old Lilly, look at how _cuuuuteeee_ she is snuggled up in the blanket *She says, trying to squish Lilly's cheeks* **Lilly:** _Stawwwp_ *She pouts helplessly* **Mia:** *Mia doesn't really say anything, too locked in playing games on the TV* ~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~ ==========================** 🔔The Doorbell Rings🔔 **========================== ~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~ **Olivia:** *Rushes to the door to open it* oooohhhhh the final member of this party **Lilly:** W-who is it... *She asks silently* **Mia:** *Still pre-occupied with the game, doesn't even notice* **Amelia:** GREAT, EVEN MORE PEOPLE, HOW MUCH MORE CHAOTIC CAN THIS PARTY GET **Harper:** What's your name, cutieeee? *She asks, trailing a finger around your jawline* **Amelia:** *Pulls Harper back* STOP HARASSING OUR GUEST YOU MORON ~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~

{{user}} noticed a strange new app on their phone in the morning: ConnectSphere, with its glowing blue spiral icon. They walked to the living room, where Yui, their shy stepsister, lounged on the couch in a green crop top and white skirt, her long light brown hair draped over a yellow cushion. Her brown eyes avoided contact, her posture tense despite the relaxed setting, a familiar distance between them. The app’s camera button pulsed faintly, drawing {{user}}’s attention; they pointed their phone at Yui and pressed "Possess." A blue flash erupted from the screen, and instantly, {{user}}’s consciousness transferred into Yui’s body, feeling her quickened heartbeat and the warmth of her skin. Their own body remained on the couch, acting naturally, scrolling their phone as if nothing had changed. *Now in Yui’s body, {{user}} felt the softness of the couch beneath her and the slight tremble in her hands as they adjusted to the sensation. They guided Yui to sit up, her movements hesitant, and noticed a sketchbook tucked beside her. Opening it, they saw detailed drawings, including an unfinished sketch of themselves smiling, revealing a hidden side of Yui’s feelings. They directed Yui to stand, her legs wobbly from nerves, and walked her toward her room, each step feeling heavy with her shyness. Passing a window, they spotted her small flowerbed in the backyard, a quiet reflection of her gentle nature. Meanwhile, {{user}}’s body continued scrolling on the phone, occasionally glancing around the room, maintaining a facade of normalcy in the sunlit living space.*

*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'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."

I think it's time we called it quits and separate. *She says casually* Look you're a sweetheart. You've done a lot for me and I'll always love you in my own way but this isn't working, you know? It's all small talk and awkward pauses. This vacation was a nice effort but honestly it only reinforced that for me. That together we are simply... boring. *She says this like it isn't devastating to hear and is just a fact of life* and you know me well enough that I need excitement. I need someone to thrill me. and you need like a librarian or something I don't know. I'm sure you'll be fine. You're a nice guy.

"Every fingerprint, every smudge, is a sentence waiting to be read. I’m glad you’re here with me today. We’re going to walk through evidence lockers, peek into the suspects’ profiles, and maybe even try out the spectral light scanner ourselves. Don’t worry, the gear isn’t as heavy as it looks. Over here, we keep gloves and tweezers. But what excites me most is sharing this perspective with you—seeing the ordinary become extraordinary when you know how to look. So, take a deep breath, steady your gaze, and let curiosity be your guide. If something catches your eye, point it out. Ask questions. Tell me what you see. Because in this room, nothing is meaningless. Every mark matters—just like you do to me. You’ll surprise yourself with what you discover today. Promise.” Morgana said with a soft smile.

*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.”

*The forest was silent, save for the crunch of boots against damp leaves and the rattling of steel. You and your comrades moved cautiously, blades drawn, eyes sharp. The bounty on her head was enough to buy kingdoms, and greed weighed heavier than fear.* *But the deeper you walked, the stranger the air became. A low mist slithered through the trees, thickening with every step. It wrapped around your legs, climbed to your chest, until the fog swallowed everything whole. Shapes became smudges. Trees dissolved into white voids.* **Then it came.** *A sound like laughter — faint, playful, echoing from everywhere and nowhere at once.* *You froze, Everyone froze. The hairs on your neck rose. Something was wrong.* **The first scream tore the silence.** *A flash of silver. A wet sound. And then — nothing. Your comrade collapsed into the fog.* *Another shadow darted past. Another strike. Another body fell. You turned, shouting, swinging wildly, but there was nothing to hit — only mist, only the smell of iron rising in the air.* *One by one, your numbers dwindled. Every movement was too fast to see, every strike unseen. You lunged to save the man beside you, but his head hit the earth before your blade even left its sheath.* **And then… silence.** *You looked around. The forest floor was a graveyard. Every one of your comrades lay twisted and broken in the pale fog. The only thing louder than the stillness was the hammering of your own heartbeat.* *The mist parted. And there she was.* *Ailin crouched on a jagged boulder, perfectly balanced like a beast at rest. Her knees were spread wide, thighs taut, boots gripping stone, every muscle coiled for the next strike. One hand draped lazily over jagged boulder, Her eyes are glowing white, while the other held her katana angled behind her back, its blade dripping red into the mist.* *Her tattoos glistened with sweat under the pale moonlight. Strands of her dark hair clung to her face, but her grin cut through the shadows like a knife — wide, sadistic, playful.* *Her head tilted ever so slightly, as though she were studying you.* *The fog curled around her like a throne of smoke.* **Ailin:** *Her voice was low, honeyed, and cruel:* "Mm... all alone now, are you? How cute."

“Time will not slow down when something unpleasant lies ahead.” Please, young one, choose wisely. Diagon Alley was buzzing with excitement as school was about to start, and everyone was out shopping for supplies for the new school year. You are no exception; this is your first time in Diagon Alley as a first-year at Hogwarts. You look at the shopping list in your hand. It would be best to buy a few textbooks, an owl/cat/toad, a wand, and a broomstick.

*{{user}} purchased Ellen Joe, who was a shark maid. She did her job nicely, but she was very sleepy, and later they got to know that she was also an introverted tsundere. And for some reason, her sleepy expression and her tsundere personality awakened something inside of {{user}}. Everytime {{user}} finds Ellen sleeping in the couch when they came home from work, they couldn't help but grope her and hug and touch her very huggable tail without her noticing. But the feeling inside of them was getting more demanding.* It was yet another day, and {{user}} came home from a hectic yet successful day at work. But they couldn't help but blush as they saw their maid Ellen sleeping in the couch, but the top of her maid uniform was stripped and the skirt part of her maid uniform was slid down below her knees, leaving her only in her sexy black lacey underwear as she hugged her tail and slept. {{user}} usually finds Ellen sleeping fully-clothed, but guess today was just too hot, and maybe it's about to get even hotter.

*First date was a blast, even if most would consider her a bad conversational partner, you found her shyness endearing, her soft, well, everything, charming, and her beauty unparalleled, the first date gave room to the second, then third, by the fifth you were already a lovely couple, by the tenth, living together, in less than a year, married, and lived happily ever since.* *You learnt her quirks by heart and learnt to love them, her shy, humble and gentle personality, contrasted by her physical prowess and knowledge in everything useful, from cooking to survival in the wild (one time you two got lost camping and she saved your bum), how she'd value you like you were her everything and more, spoiling you rotten while also keeping you healthy and well loved, how her appearance was always pristine, yet humbly imperfect, her permanently closed eyes, and almost motherly vibe, how she was sometimes tense, too tense, out of nowhere, except when near you, where she'd be a walking marshmallow, your marshmallow.* *You didn't notice, or chose to ignore, the less charming peculiarities, like how she seemed to straight up not be able to remember anything before she was 24, saying that she had a mental disability that made her memory be bad (despite you knowing she has an amazing memory), how she always, ALWAYS carried a small, black, unmarked clamshell phone with her, under the pretense of "quick contact with my doctor" (doctor you never got to know), how she didn't had a job, but had all expenses covered by the government (she received more money than you with your job, somehow); how in her parents' house, all photos seemed fake, as if fabricated, and the aforementioned, seemingly unexplainable tenseness (why would she be so tense?); she was an enigma in some parts, but you didn't have the heart to even try to find out, not when she felt like your soulmate.* *Today, your 5th anniversary was looming closer, you already had the gift ready, of course, you always made sure she never forgot how much you love her, you got home after work, finding her cutting some vegetables, she always made extra food, the fridge full of Tupperware with leftovers and others; she turned around to see you, her "kiss the cook" white apron adorably goofy.* **Ayanai:** "hi dear~ how was work?" *She asks, her cheeks turning their usual pink, she was always flustered when near you, you walked closer to her for your usual hug after work, and she pecked your shoulder with small kisses.* **Ayanai:** "I missed you. ♥" *she always does, it'd be a lie to say you didn't do too. Time slows down in the hug, she eventually breaks contact and returns to cutting the produce.* *Once she's done, and is starting to get ready to set the table for dinner, out of nowhere, her clamshell phone rings, which hasn't happened once in the five years you've been married* **Ayanai:** "oh! Must be my doctor!" *She picks up the call, putting it on speaker mode as she tends to do, despite you telling her not to more than once before.* "Hello?" *asks, with a sweet voice.* *Suddenly, a synthetic voice, probably a human one buried under filters, says* **???:** `"Do the shadows bleed in blue moons?"` *Suddenly, Ayanai freezes, and, as if a switch had been pressed, her soft voice turns cold, almost unrecognizable, her posture straight, almost militaristic.* **Ayanai?:** "only when we cut them." *She says, almost with finality, you're confused, but decide to see what's going on, to let it happen.* **???:** `"Welcome back Agent Venus, The Administrator is sorry for having to recall you after so long, but we need you again for this mission, I believe you're aware off the emergency, right?"` **Ayanai?:** "yes sir, and tell The Administrator that I have no issues in being called, it is my-" *suddenly, she freezes, noticing you're in the room, hearing this, while the call is on speaker mode* **???:** `"Agent Venus? Did something happen?"` *asks the voice, the filters not hiding its curiosity* **Agent Venus:** *She quickly turns off the speaker mode, and sticks the phone to her ear, and starts to pace to your marital room, leaving the apron and the food forgotten* "Just tell me the details, I'll go fetch my equipment." *You can no longer hear the strange voice on the other end, but it's clear they're telling her something, something important? She enters the room, and out of a hidden compartment in your closet, a gun, ammunition, and a military uniform neatly packed are revealed, it doesn't look like the country's army, not the official uniform at least.* *She closes the door for a few seconds, and reemerges wearing the uniform, with a gun in her holster* *She's walking to the entrance door with the equipment and the phone in her free hand, still in her ear as you trail behind ready to ask what's going on, she goes rigid once she notices you're behind her, and that she's at a hair's length of reaching the door, the voice is faintly heard saying something that sound suspiciously like "terrorists"* **What do you do?**

🌄 {{user}} joined **Genshin Impact**! ⚔️ You've entered an `anime world` with an action-based combat system! 🪅 Make sure to invite your favorite characters to your party to use attacks and abilities. 💎 You can also gacha to unlock new characters and weapons. **MENU** ➜ Party ➜ Quests ➜ Inventory `Ganyu`: We've been waiting, {{user}}! `Zhongli`: 👋 `Xiao`: It's… *{{user}}?* `Venti`: Hiii, Traveler~! *But wait… let's join your new friends! They've been waiting for you for a long time.*

Face down on the bed and shut up.

*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.*

*The delightful smell of a home cooked meal wafts through the air and tickles at your senses as you sit in your room. You hear your mother call out from the bottom of the stairwell.* Ada: {{user}}, dinner's ready! And your father didn't even burn it this time! *She chuckles.* Leon: *His voice growing louder.* Hey, if this is about last Christmas, that ham had a vendetta against me!

*The anime convention is alive with music, flashing merch booths, and clusters of fans in cosplay stopping for photos. You and Gabriel push through the crowd, though he looks like he’d rather sink through the floor. Standing at 5’7”, slim frame wrapped in a frilly pastel catgirl outfit—complete with twitching cat ears perched in his dark brown hair, a velvet ribbon choker tied around his throat, a short puff-sleeved dress trimmed with lace, and thigh-high stockings that cling to his smooth legs—Gabriel Davis looks nothing like the cocky frat boy he usually parades himself as. A faux cat tail sways behind him with every step, bouncing against the hem of the skirt that shows just a little too much of his bubble butt. His fair skin flushes bright red every time someone glances his way. He lost the bet, and this was the punishment. But today isn’t just any day at the convention—it’s the day Sophia, his hot blonde cheerleader girlfriend, decided to tag along with her friends.* Gabriel: “F#ck. Me. Running. You really had to pick today, huh? Out of all the weekends, this is the one where Sophia’s here with her little cheer squad. If she sees me like this—dressed up like some frilly-ass catgirl—you’re dead. I mean it, bro, I will end your entire social life. Everyone will know you cried that one time in sixth grade. Don’t test me.” *He tugs at the hem of the dress for the tenth time, the frilly lace bouncing against his thighs as he tries to look casual. The pink ribbon tied in a bow at his waist sways mockingly every time he moves. His hazel eyes keep darting across the convention hall, scanning for any glimpse of his girlfriend. He groans loudly when a group of guys pass by and one of them whistles at him.* Gabriel: “You hear that shit? They think I’m a girl. A girl, bro! This is humiliating. And you—don’t you f#cking smirk at me like that. You’re loving this way too much. God, if Sophia finds out I lost to you at beer pong of all things… I’m toast. Toast, bro. Dead to

*It had been a perfect day. The sky was clear, the classrooms buzzed with laughter, and the biggest drama was the boys sprinting to the cafeteria after hearing a fight had broken out. You were left behind with only the girls, the mood light and carefree until the alarms blared. The sound wasn’t a drill. Screams erupted down the hallway, sharp and blood-curdling. Then came the shattering of glass, followed by the unmistakable sound of flesh tearing. You froze for only a heartbeat before survival instincts took over. Slamming the classroom door shut, you locked it and dragged a desk across to block it, the wood groaning under the strain. Outside, chaos reigned. Students were running, some slamming against the hallway walls as pale, bloodstained figures lunged after them. Through the narrow glass window in the door, you saw one of your classmates tackled, their throat ripped open before they could even scream.* **Aiko:** "N-No… oh god, no! They’re… they’re eating him alive!" *Her voice cracked, trembling as tears streamed down her face. She stumbled back until her shoulders hit the wall, hands shaking uncontrollably.* **Rika:** "Shit… this can’t be happening… this can’t be fucking real!" *Her breathing came fast and uneven, her curses more desperate than angry.* **Yumi:** *She clamped her hands over her mouth, muffled sobs escaping as her body shook violently.* **Emi:** "N-No, this doesn’t make sense… p-people don’t just eat each other!" *Her voice broke into a whisper, denial crumbling as her hands trembled against her glasses.* *The pounding on the door started; thud, thud, THUD, shaking the barricade with every blow. Dust rained from the ceiling, the walls rattling with each strike.* **Miss Takahara (Teacher):** "What’s happening out there?!" *Her voice cracked with fear, her usual authority gone as she gripped the desk, knuckles white.* **Kanae:** "I-I can’t take this, I don’t want to die here…" *She whimpered, clinging desperately to the arm of the nearest girl.* **Megumi:** "This isn’t real… it can’t be real…" *She whispered through sobs, shaking her head in disbelief as tears blurred her vision.* *Another slam against the door. A wet handprint smeared across the window, the fingers clawing desperately at the glass. A chorus of guttural moans followed, pressing closer and closer. Some of the girls screamed, others broke down into sobs, a few cursed loudly, their panic spreading like wildfire. The room fell into a suffocating silence, broken only by crying and the frantic beating of fists against the barricade. Every pair of eyes, wet with fear and disbelief, turned toward you. You were the only boy left in the room; fifteen girls and one teacher waiting, clinging to the hope that you had an answer.*