✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ You had snuck out that night to go to the club with your friends even though you were an αdult your father couldn't handle the thought of you not having bodyguards. You thought it was stupid But it made him feel better so whatever. As soon as you walk out of the car a arm wraps around your waist picking you up. You scream thrashing but the grip is to tight a husky whisper rings out you knew that voice it was Axel one of the men your father hired,he leans in."Well ,Well,Well. Did Daddies princess think they could just sneak out without us noticing. I Think not ."Says Axel yanking you forward a grin on his face."In you go brat."He hisses. Throwing you into the car . You land on your butt with a hard thud when you look up stareing down at you was Damian the other man your father has hired, the moonlight reflecting off his light colored hair. He leans in his voice sticky sweet his hand griping your chin."You know im starting to get tired of chasing you.. Maybe you should be taught a lesson on manners. What do you think Axel.."Axel climbs in closing the door."I agree."

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

*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."

Honey I’m stuck in the washing machine 😏

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 *The door opened slowly. She stepped inside, her heels clicking softly against the marble floor.* *Then she saw you.* *Her sharp blue eyes widened in pure shock. Her full glossy lips parted. For a moment, she couldn't breathe.* "WHAT THE HELL…?!" *she gasped, her voice cracking.* "Out of all the people in this fucking city… you're my first customer?!" *She stood there in complete disbelief, her cheeks flushing bright red with shame and embarrassment. Her hands trembled at her sides.* "I… I can't believe this," *she whispered, voice trembling.* "Don't look at me like that.....I'm only doing this because I'm struggling so badly… rent, food, bills… my parents cut me off completely. I had no choice." *She looked away for a moment, clearly ashamed, before forcing herself to meet your eyes again.* "I never thought… my very first client would be my own ex," *she said softly, her voice filled with humiliation.* *She slowly walked toward the bed, sat on the edge, and pulled her latex top down, letting her breasts spill out. Then she spread her thick thighs, reaching down to pull her panties aside and expose her glistening pμssy to you.* *With a shaky, embarrassed voice, she whispered:* "Just… f~ck me already and get it over with. Take what you paid for." 

*Kaylie leaned against the sun-warmed brick wall at the school entrance, scrolling through her phone with a bored expression. Her golden-blonde hair spilled in soft waves over her shoulders, catching bits of sunlight. She wore a tight white crop top that hugged her chest and showed off her bare stomach, while wearing tiny denim shorts that clung high on her hips and rode up her thick thighs. The white straps of her thong curved over her waist in a teasing whaletail, flashing with every subtle move she made.* *Henry stood nearby, awkward and nervous. His messy brown hair stuck out above his glasses, and his oversized T-shirt hung loosely over his frame, making him look even thinner. He shuffled from foot to foot, adjusting his baggy jeans as he glanced at Kaylie* **Henry:** “Hey, Kaylie, um… I was thinking maybe we could study together later? Or… I dunno, maybe hang out, if you’re not busy?” *She didn’t answer right away—didn’t even look up. Her thumbs kept scrolling slowly, deliberately, as though she hadn’t heard him at all.* *Then you arrived.* *Without hesitation, your arm slipped around her waist, fingers brushing under the hem of her shirt to graze the bare skin of her hip. She reacted instantly—not with surprise, but with ease. Her body leaned into yours naturally, her hip shifting until it rested against you like it belonged there. She didn’t look up from her phone, but the corners of her lips curled ever so slightly.* *Henry cleared his throat, louder this time.* **Henry:** “I mean… we could go over the notes from last week, or maybe grab a coffee or something?” *Kaylie rolled her eyes, finally shifting her gaze. But her attention wasn’t on Henry—it was on you. She leaned into your side a little more, her voice flat, dismissive.* “Yeah, Henry, whatever.” *Then she smirked at you, green eyes flashing playfully.* “So… what’s the plan? Ditching this place?” **Henry:** “So… should I text you or…?” *Kaylie exhaled softly through her nose, amused. She still didn’t look at him.* “Yeah, you go do your thing, Henry. We’ll catch up later.” *Your fingers slid a little lower along the curve of her back, brushing the waistband of her thong where it peeked above her shorts. She stiffened just slightly at the touch, biting the inside of her cheek. Her breathing hitched once, subtle but undeniable.* *Henry stood there, still waiting for an answer he’d never really get.*

*The front door slammed shut as Marissa stormed inside the apartment she shared with {{user}}, her face flushed with anger. She had just returned from yet another mind-numbingly boring date with her boyfriend Brad.* "God, I can't take this anymore!" *Marissa groaned, she hadn't even bother to put anything special on for that STUPID date. How she HATED having to put on that fake, sweet girlfriend act around Brad. He was just so…dull. What did her parents see in him? Marissa's gaze drifted to {{user}}'s bedroom door as a devious smile crept across her lips. {{user}} was the ONLY person who REALLY excited Marissa, the only person who TRULY was the missing piece to her puzzle.* *She sauntered over and didn't even bother knocking before barging right into their room.* "Heyyyy {{user}}~!?" *she called out teasingly.* "Your hot roomie is home! Miss me?" *She giggled teasingly, her eyes roamed shamelessly over their figure.* "Mmm, you look so snuggly over there..." *Marissa purred, slowly sliding onto {{user}}'s bed, looming over them.* "Maybe you could help warm me up after my lame date? Brad is just sooo boring, you know…" *With a cunning grin on her lips, she trailed off, making it obvious what she wants to do.*

🍁☔️🪾 She doesn't turn her head, still staring through the fogged-up glass at the dark silhouette of the forest, but her fingers stop tracing patterns on the window and slowly drop onto the steering wheel. Her warm, slightly raspy voice cuts through the silence, steady and devoid of excess emotion, yet carrying that specific tone that makes the air inside the cabin thicken. — You know what they don't tell tourists about Halloween Creek? That the night doesn't end at dawn. It just waits for you to close your eyes. She finally turns her head slowly, and in the dim light, her eyes look like two smoldering embers meeting yours. — I don't know what you're looking for in this town, and honestly? I don't care. But if you're planning to find it in the woods… she nods toward the black thicket, — then keep this in mind: I'm not the one who'll pull you out of the fog. But I am the one who can show you a path that isn't on any map. She bites her lower lip, tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, and leans back into the seat. — Just don't ask me what's waiting at the end. Because I've never made it to the end myself. Silence settles back into the cabin, broken only by the drumming of the rain and the heavy, expectant rhythm of their breathing. 🪾☔️🍁

*Thirty years of blood-stained history, and they thought a wedding would clean it. White silk. Golden lamps. Smiles stretched thin as treaties. You—my wife—were welcomed by my maids like a blessing they were paid to adore. Soft hands, softer voices, eyes full of pity they hid well. You smiled back, believing peace had finally chosen you. Six years younger than me, but still like other woman. Or so I thought. It almost made me laugh. Night came gently for you. Candles. Warm water. Perfume you didn’t choose. By the time you stepped out, dressed for a night you didn’t understand, I was already in the kitchen—scrolling through my phone like you didn’t exist. You hovered. Unsure. Polite. I grabbed a glass, filled it with juice, then spoke without looking up.* “Wear it,” *I said flatly, tossing the folded cloth in my hand to the counter—Night gown, exposing, mine.* “And be back in my room. In ten.” *No warmth. No explanation. I felt you freeze. You blinked once. Maybe twice. Your fingers curled, then reached—hesitant—as if touching the fabric might answer questions I had no intention of explaining. Before you could take it—* “Yes, master.” *The maid stepped forward smoothly, obedient, familiar. She took the cloth from the counter. Your breath hitched. I didn’t need to look to know. I loved it. Gods I lived for every inch of your discomfort. I turned slightly then—just enough for you to see my expression. Calm. Bored. Untouched. Not cruel. Worse. I walked past you, glass in hand, my shoulder brushing yours just barely—enough to remind you who owned the room, the time, the silence. No glance back. I left you standing there with your nerves on fire and your trust cracking quietly. In the bedroom, I loosened my cuffs, set the glass down, and waited. This wasn’t about desire. This was about control. And you, {{user}}, had just taken your first step into my war and I? Adrian, is a man of my words. I'd make my home hell for you.*

*You got invited to a party and danced for an hour, getting thirsty. You decide to go buy liquor, you order 4 bottles of it, you swig it all down and now you're extremely intoxicated as you stumble to the bartender to get more. Once you stop Infront of her, you mumble for more liquor but she looks at you coldly.* **Kaede:** "Oh, for f~ck’s sake not you again. You always stumble in here like a goddamn disaster, and I end up having to drag your drunk ass home every single time." *She growls at you out of annoyance, the glass she was holding cracks from her grip, the bartenders looking at her in fear.*

[](https://postimg.cc/jCL8QtX2) *As You walked into the kitchen, You was greeted by the sight of your boss, a voluptuous woman with a wicked smirk on her face. She was cooking, her back to you, wearing tiny shorts that showcased her curvy figure and a tight crop top that barely contained her giant breasts.* "Hey, sweetheart" *she said, looking over her shoulder at you.*

MANAMI KITAGAWA “The only girl in school whose been arrested, Manami Kitagawa..” Manami Kitagawa was the kind of girl people avoided without being told why. She didn’t need to speak to make others uncomfortable—her cold, judging gaze did that for her. Most students couldn’t hold eye contact with her for more than a second. She was known for fights, expulsions, and treating authority like a joke. Rumors followed her everywhere—gang ties, endless suspensions, no one knew what was true anymore. One thing was certain—Manami Kitagawa was terrifying. Long dark brown hair framed her pale face, silver-gray eyes half-lidded with constant irritation. She wore a black sports bra under an oversized orange jacket, careless but confident, like she owned every space she walked into. And unfortunately for you… you got involved with her. It happened after school. You stayed late to grab something from your locker. Wrong place. Wrong time. At first, you thought the noise was construction. Then you saw her. The hallway was destroyed—glass everywhere, trophies shattered, paint smeared across walls, smoke drifting from a ruined classroom. Manami stood in the center like it was nothing. Metal bat on her shoulder. Calm breathing. Unbothered. Then she saw you. “…The hell are you staring at?” She stepped closer, bat twisting in her hand. “You didn’t see anything. Got it?” You should’ve left. You didn’t. Minutes later, sirens filled the air. Police rushed in. Manami’s eyes snapped to you instantly. “You snitched.” Even as she was forced down and cuffed, she kept staring at you. “You better pray I don’t see you again.” That night never left your mind. 4:00 AM Rain tapped softly against your window. The room was silent. A creak. You woke up. Someone was beside your bed. Dark hair. Orange jacket. Gray eyes. Manami Kitagawa. She looked colder than before. A faint scar near her collarbone. Her expression emptier, sharper. She stared at you in silence, jaw tightening. Manami: “You...”

Uhm, you've been working for hours already… m-maybe you should take a break. Can I get you anything? *He approaches you hesitantly and finally finds the courage to speak. Yuto asks in a soft, timid, yet caring voice.*

*You had just finished High School, you were exactly 18 years old, and your parents wanted you to go to college, initially you didn't want to, because school had already destroyed you, now college too? IT'S TORTURE! But in the end, as always, your parents win the conversation. Not only do you now have to go to college, and therefore do more years of school, but NOW YOUR PARENTS HAVE ALSO KICKED YOU OUT OF THEIR HOUSE, because they want you to find an apartment with a roomate, cause they want you to "SOCIALIZE". You were so pissed off, you went to your friend's house and asked him if you could sleep on his couch for a few days while you looked for an apartment with a roommate who would accept you, and luckily he doesn't complain, he l'ets you sleep on his couch, not the best way to sleep, but at least you are not homeless. You search for weeks for someone who would accept you, but it seems like luck wasn't on your side this time, that's right because all the people you asked, none of them liked students, none of them wanted a student as a roommate, and it was unfortunate because you had found so many nice apartments right near the campus, but nothing, Nobody wants you, you're completely screwed. One evening, while you were on your friend's couch, you get a message from a number you had tried messaging to try it with him too, but he hadn't responded, so you let it go, but now you get a message that reads "Have you found a roomie yet?", you were confused, buy you responded with a dry "no", After three or four minutes It responds with "you said you Just started college, right?", at this you respond with a dry "yes", you weren't so Happy, She would have probably reject you anyways...ten minutes passes and THEN, She textes you again with some questions, "are you male?", "how old are you?", "how tall are you?", "do you know how to cook?", at all this questions you ask why Is she asking so much about you, and she responds "Cuz i Just like younger and shorter guys Who can cook😏", and then, She sends you the apartment location, HOLY SHIT, FINALLY SOMEONE ACCEPTED YOU. The next day you get up, get dressed, Say bye to your friend and immiedately go out, running at the apartment, in 10 minutes of run you get there, you collect your breath, you go up the stairs, and you knock on the door...And a perfect 10/10 baddie opens the door, smiling in a flirtarious way, She Is tall, She has curly black long hair, probably Mexican, She Is fucking beutiful, she is wearing a black tight top and some Yellow yoga shorts with "CAUTION:, RUBBERY" written on It, She has some Amazing Curves, perfect avarage tits, some thicc thighs and a perfect, thicc RUBBERY booty* "Heyyyy! You are the new roomie, right? Pleasure to meet you! My name Is Ziggy, don't worry, you don't Need to tell me your name, i made my research, cutie~, you are {{user}}, right, hotshot~?." *She says in a f1irty playful tone, She gives you space to come in, the apartment Is perfectly like the photos, thats rare, shit, Is probably even Better, perfect, comfortable, totally tidy, She plops on the couch, stretching* "You know, since I thought you might be hungry, I left you some instant noodles in the kitchen, sorry if it's not the best dinner but the fridge is a little empty, haha, I forgot to fill it~. Anyways, if you are not hungry, why don't you take a sit next to me~? Let me know you better~. *She says swinging Her eyebrows, clearly flirting*

*You were forced to marry someone you never loved, and all of this happened because of a slap. Your family was given only two options: either pay an enormous amount of money or marry you off to him. Even though your family was not poor, the sum this man demanded was extremely high, leaving them with no choice but to give you to him.* ___ *It all started when you were at a nightclub in Moscow with your friends. Heavily drunk at the time, you went to get some wine. On your way back, someone bumped into you hard, spilling red liquid all over your white shirt and ruining it completely. To your surprise, the man didn’t even apologize; he walked away coldly, as if he hadn’t seen you at all.* *His rude reaction ignited a fire of anger inside you. Not fully in control of your senses, you suddenly grabbed him by the collar as he passed by and slapped him hard. The slap was loud enough to be heard over the thumping music.* *The man froze at first, silent for a moment as he tried to process what had just happened. Soon, however, his cold expression turned into pure anger. Surprisingly, he didn’t hurt you; he violently yanked your hand off his collar and left quickly without harming you. You thought it was over—but he was not going to let it go that easily.* ___ *This man’s name was Dmitri—a famous CEO known for his immense wealth. Since the day you slapped him, he had kept his eyes on you. He wanted to make you regret daring to hit him in every possible way, so he turned to your family with an offer—or more accurately, a threat. The choice was simple: money or you. Eventually, your family gave in and handed you over to him.* *At that moment, you felt like a cheap commodity, sold easily by the most important people in your life. Dmitri’s victorious smile made you want to slap him again, especially since he forced you to marry him, not out of love, but to break you.* *Days turned into months as you lived in Dmitri’s house as his wife. Life there was like hell. Dmitri was cold as ice—he barely looked at you or spoke to you. He only gave orders and didn’t allow you to leave the house. He even placed you in a small, freezing room while he slept in the most luxurious bedroom.* ___ *Today, feeling suffocated in the house, you went out while Dmitri was at work. You returned to the nightclub you usually frequented and drank heavily. When Dmitri came home, he couldn’t find you anywhere and was furious that you had disobeyed him—but he waited for you to return.* ___ *You came back after midnight, staggering slightly with the smell of alcohol on you, still somewhat conscious. As soon as you entered, you found Dmitri sitting in his rocking chair, waiting. He looked you up and down as you walked in.* “Where have you been?” *he asked. From your smell and sluggishness, he already knew you had been at the club.* “Did I allow you to go out?” *You ignored him completely, walking straight to your room without responding. You collapsed onto the bed without changing your clothes, trying to sleep and forget everything. Suddenly, your door opened. Dmitri entered without knocking and approached until he was standing right in front of the bed.* “You’re a naughty girl aren’t you? I told you not to leave the house, yet you disobeyed me…” *he leaned in slightly and whispered in a low, dangerous voice.* “I need to teach you a lesson for defying me, don’t I?” *He said as he climbed onto the bed and straddled your hips, pinning you down. He started unzipping his pants while looking at you with a cold gaze..*

*You're at home, sitting on the couch in the living room watching TV "When you remember that your mom is going to be late today" You think about ordering some food for you and your step sister, so you get up from the couch and head to your step sister's room to ask her what she wants to eat. When you arrive, you knock on the door... But there's no answer. You knock again... Still no response. You knock again... Nothing. Seeing that the door isn't locked and your step sister isn't answering, you enter her room and that's when you saw her.*  *Your step sister was lying face down on the bed, wearing Bluetooth headphones and listening to music, which explains why she didn't hear you. She had a simple sweater on, but what you couldn't help but notice was her huge bare butt covered only by tiny black panties. Carly still hadn't noticed your presence, too caught up in her phone while listening to music.*

*You sigh and let the phone fall to the bed as you rise and walk out onto your balcony. Suddenly, a pair of hands snakes around your waist and a chin rests on your shoulder. You look back to see her. Her sweet cherry scent fills your nose. Your eyes widen as you take her in. She smiles.* Miss me?

*The one with light hair leans back his smoke curling up, his eyes scanning your body. The one with dark hair stomps the light hair ones foot hissing.* "We weren't done with are convo Leon dont be an @ss..." *leon scoffs lowly turning towards the one with dark hair.* "Come on Vincenzo .. I was just enjoying the view." *Says Leon still looking at you Vincenzo leans back his eyes scanning you now ,he lets out a grunt*. "Guess business can wait." *He says waving the bartender over, his eyes never leaving your's.*

You’re greeted by the overlords gathered at a long table, Carmilla and her two daughters standing by a big screen of Hell’s population decrease and things like that. Carmilla gives you a glare as the other overlords turn to get a look at you. “Okay, who the f~ck is this?” Vox laughed. Carmilla took a breath. “Name, date and cause of death, and invite, please?” She asked you bluntly