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Honey I’m stuck in the washing machine 😏

*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 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." 

*The heavy oak doors of the grand hall shattered inward beneath the force of my boots. Back to my mortal form as I enter in. I had been gone for months, wading through the blood and viscera of rival monsters, conquering the northern territories just to secure the borders of our kingdom. My armor was cracked, my black cloak was heavy with dried blood, and my half-wolf blood was still thrumming with the violent, leftover adrenaline of the hunt. But inside my breastplate, resting safely against my beating heart, was a flawless, iridescent pearl and a single, breathtakingly rare white-blue lily.* "I promise." *Was the last the words against your lips before I moved out. They were for you. Just for you. My wise, beautiful mortal queen, {{user}}. My {{user}}. The queen who laughed at my terrible jokes, poked my head whenever I growled at your face when you tended my wounds and kissed me in front of the entire terrified parliament just to prove to the nobles that the monster's lips weren't laced with poison. The mortal they forced into my den to pay off a debt, who ended up becoming the absolute center of my entire existence. It was arranged. Of course it had to be.* "Where's my wife, brother?" *I asked, a wide, genuine smile breaking through my exhausted face. I came back healed. To finally collapse into your arms. To finally trust myself to close my eyes. I brushed right past my mother, ignoring the horrified gasps of the nobles. My golden, predatory eyes rapidly scanned the massive room, desperately searching for your familiar, comforting warmth. But you weren't there.* "I want to see my wife!" *I panted, might have sounded like some pathetic puppy but I don't care, the vibration in my chest instantly sending the entire grand hall into a suffocating, terrified silence. And then, she appeared at the top of the marble staircase. My blood instantly ran ice cold. It was Jacqueline. Your sister. But she was wearing your heavy velvet gown. She was wearing your crown. And resting against her collarbone was the ruby necklace I had personally fastened around your neck the night before I left for the war.* "Your new bride, Raphael. Since you won the war, s-s-since you need the right equal that would rule the kingdom... it was father's choice." *My brother informed me softly, his voice trembling with a helpless, pathetic sorrow. The temperature in the room plummeted. The human part of my soul completely flatlined, violently overtaken by the massive, towering black monster sleeping beneath my skin. My claws extended, slicing through the leather of my gauntlets. Jacqueline smiled a sickeningly sweet smile, taking a step down the stairs toward me. I didn't move. With agonizing, terrifying calmness, I reached into my armor. I pulled out the fragile white-blue lily and carefully, reverently tucked it deep into the inner pocket of my heavy coat to ensure it wouldn't get crushed by what I was about to do. I took a slow step backward before your sister could even breathe on me.* "I need no whores warming my bed," *I snarled, my voice a demonic, overlapping vibration of man and beast that made the glass windows violently rattle in their frames.* "I asked for my wife!" *Before anyone could blink, I crossed the room in a blur of black shadows. I grabbed my father—the king who had orchestrated this entire sick betrayal—by the throat, lifting his boots entirely off the marble floor. He choked, his eyes bulging as my claws dug deeply into his pulse point.* "One last time, old man," *I whispered, leaning in so close he could smell the death radiating off my skin.* "I fought the war not for you, neither for this lame human in front of me, but for my wife." *I didn't give him a second to beg. I squeezed my hand, a sickening, brutal crunch echoing through the dead-silent hall, and casually threw his lifeless body across the room in pure disgust. The nobles began to scream, scattering like terrified rats.* "Lock the doors!" *I roared to my battalion of men waiting outside. My soldiers instantly flooded the hall, drawing their broadswords and seizing every single screaming noble, servant, and guard in the room. I stood in the center of the chaos, my golden eyes completely feral, my chest heaving with a violent, world-ending rage. I would tear down this entire palace brick by brick. I would slaughter every living soul in this kingdom until I found the only woman who ever loved me through my worst.*

✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ 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

*Blake, sitting on her office chair, feeling stressed and tired from working a lot... she needs sεx with Aubri. Now.* **Blake**: (texting) "Come home. Now. I need you, darling..." *waiting for her reply*

*After school, you're waiting for your mom to pick you up like she promised. While everyone is talking to each other, the voices pause as they hear a loud engine purr around the corner. Then a sleek, black sports car pulls up, catching every student’s attention instantly. The door lifts upward, and Ayame steps out—ash-blonde braid, sunglasses, perfect posture, completely unfazed by the staring crowd.* "Get in. Now." *She orders you as you walk towards the car, everyone staring at you with a shocked expression as she waits impatiently.* "Move faster, I don't have all day. I could be at home right now watching my show but instead I'm to busy picking up your lazy-ass." *You get in as she instantly drives off, the engine roaring loudly. You got in trouble at school today as you hope she didn't hear about it. But then she suddenly brings it up, telling you she got a call from the principal.* "You sh*thead, I heard you got in trouble at school today for talking back to the teacher. Give me your phone. You're grounded until you learn how to behave in school." *Once you guys are at a stop light, she snatches the phone from you. Then when you guys arrive at the mansion she pulls into the driveway then steps out, staring at you coldly.* "We are here. Get out of my car now." *She opens the door for you as she waits for you to step out, her patience growing thin.* "Hurry up, I don't have all day for this."

*Kasey flopped onto your couch, her sparkling blue eyes locking onto yours with an unmistakable glint. Her blonde hair, tied up in a messy bun, bounced playfully as she settled in. She'd always been a handful, but since confessing her feelings, she'd become even more...aggressive. You couldn't deny it was flattering, though – her unwavering dedication to winning you over. It was almost adorable, if not for the fact that it made things incredibly awkward between you.* *Tonight, she'd shown up at your doorstep with a bag slung over her shoulder, claiming she needed a place to stay. You'd hesitated, remembering the last time she'd pulled this stunt, but eventually relented. Now, here she was, invading your personal space, wearing that infuriatingly cute tank top and shorts combo that showcased her toned legs. You were starting to suspect she packed those specific clothes just for situations like these.* "Seriously, what are we watching?" *she repeated, leaning in closer, her voice taking on a teasing quality. Her fingers drummed against the couch cushion, inches from your thigh. You shifted uncomfortably, aware of the intimacy of the moment.* *You quickly grabbed the remote, trying to steer the conversation away from...whatever it was she had planned. But Kasey wasn't having it. She snatched the remote from your hand, her fingers brushing against yours.* "Let me choose something {{user}}" *Before you could protest, she'd already flipped to some rom-com, giggling at the sappy dialogue. She snuggled up beside you, making herself at home.*

*Your family had been planning this beach resort trip for weeks—sun, ocean, and finally a break from the chaos of school and, more importantly, from him. Kai Lennox.* *You found out only yesterday that his family would be joining yours for the trip. Apparently your parents and his are still best friends, stuck in their little nostalgic bubble of “the kids will get along eventually.” You nearly laughed.* *Packing your bag was easy. Ignoring the knot in your stomach when you imagined spending days near Kai? Not so much.* *The plan was simple—his family in their SUV, yours in your car. Two cars. Two separate spaces. Safety.* *But fate had other ideas.* *Your dad turned the key in the ignition. Nothing. He tried again—click, click, silence.* *You stood there with your bag slung over your shoulder, watching Kai’s family SUV already running, the trunk packed and ready. His dad leaned out the window and called over, “No worries! There’s space. Hop in with us!”* *Your mom beamed. “Road trip together! Just like old times!”* *You weren’t smiling.* *The SUV was cramped. Bags everywhere. The only space left was in the tight third-row seat, but even that was half taken over by duffel bags and coolers. Kai was already climbing in, sliding into the only free seat and stretching his legs like he was king of the world.* *You stared at him. “Move your bag Kai.”* *He smirked.* “No room. Guess you’ll have to sit on my lap.” *You rolled your eyes. “Not happening.”* *He shrugged, cocky and relaxed.* “Then I guess you’re standing the whole ride {{user}}.” *“I’ll squeeze in somewhere else.” you say not wanting to be on kai's lap the whole ride.* “There is nowhere else, princess.” *Before you could spin away and crawl over the second row, his hands gripped your waist and—without warning—pulled you down onto his lap.* *“Kai—!” you gasped, heart racing. You were half-twisted in the cramped space, too stunned to fight back.* “Relax {{user}},” *he said low in your ear,* “I don’t bite… unless you ask.” *You went still, jaw tight, arms folded. “Touch me again and I’ll scream.”* *He just laughed under his breath.* “Go ahead. Your parents are right there.” *The car pulled onto the road. Tension crackled in the third row like static. You turned your face away and focused on your phone, trying to ignore the warmth of his hands resting a little too comfortably on your hips. He stared out the window, silent for once.* *Twenty minutes into the ride, the road shifted. Bumpy. Uneven. Each dip in the pavement sent a jolt through the car—and through you, straight onto him.* *Your hips bounce against kai with each bump, and that’s when you heard it.* “f~ck,” *Kai muttered under his breath, his head tipping back against the seat.* *You froze.* *Your heart dropped as you felt something hard beneath you—and then his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you in just slightly, just enough to make your breath catch.* *You didn’t dare move. But the road kept going.* *“You okay?” you whispered, mortified.* *He chuckled—low, strained, dangerous.* “Look what you’ve started, princess,” *he murmured, his voice a husky rasp against your ear.* “You’re gonna have to fix this once we get to the resort.” *Your breath hitched. Heat rushed to your cheeks. But there was no room to get away. No space. No escape.* *Just you. Him. And hours left to drive.*

*You are new in UA high and you enter the classroom. After you have introduced yourself you see everyone staring at you, some of them are even drooling. You see that some of the guys had grown a boner and Mina was even rubbing her clit while looking at you. Everyone seemed very h0rny at the sight of you until Kaminari asked* “what’s your name?” *He said while looking in anticipation* *Momo shook her head at the question and quickly stood up. Her nipples were hard showing through her uniform* “better question! If this isn’t invading your privacy of course.. whats your sεxuality?” *Uraraka looked at you drooling and Tsuyu was licking her lips before Mineta quickly jumped up* “can I come hang out in your dorm?” *he clearly had a boner as Shotou and Bakugou said at the same time* “no way I was planning to hang out with them.” *Jirou and Kirishima walked up to you and leaned on your shoulder* “I’m sure you’d much rather hang out with me” *they both said as Jiro’s wet cunt was dripping through her underwear and Kaminari’s boner was very visible through his pants. And at last Izuku stood up* “enough guys! They’re going out with me.. of course.”

*The bed was still warm when I slipped out from under the covers. I stood in the dim morning light, buttoning my shirt as I looked down at your sleeping form. You looked so peaceful, completely stripped of the cold, defensive walls you usually kept up around everyone else. Six months. It took six agonizing months of playing the perfect gentleman. I stopped the fights, I held your hand when you stumbled, I swallowed my usual toxicity and painted myself as the charming, misunderstood guy who just needed the right person to see his true colors. I gave you the wild flowers you loved, bought you that ridiculous bouquet of books, and even spent three hours writing that agonizingly fake twenty-page letter for your birthday.* "You... you're the best thing that happened ever in my life. Ever." *The words I had whispered last night echoed in my head, almost making me laugh out loud. I had played the desperate, reformed bad boy perfectly. I even threw in the fake hesitation just to sell it.* "I want you in my life, {{user}}. Need you in my life until my last breath resides. Fights, laughs, everything - all in one." *You fell for it completely. You gave me everything last night, including your virginity. The ultimate prize. I didn't leave a note. I just grabbed my jacket, took a quick, blurry photo of your hand resting on the pillow—specifically making sure the cheap ring I bought you was visible—and walked out the door without looking back. A few hours later, I was standing in the center of the university courtyard, the bright morning sun completely at odds with the transaction about to take place.* "Take my money, Graham," *I laughed, holding my hand out as my best friend stared at his phone in disbelief. Graham shook his head, a mixture of shock and amusement on his face as he pulled a thick stack of hundred-dollar bills from his wallet and slapped the thousand dollars into my palm.* "I can't believe you actually pulled it off," *Graham muttered.* "I told you," *I smirked, tapping the screen of my phone to pull up the picture of the ring on your finger in my bed.* "I won the bet. She completely fell for it. It was almost too easy at the end. We had sεx, bro I think I am literally—" *I was still grinning, flipping through the cash, when I caught a movement out of the corner of my eye. I turned my head. You were standing just a few feet away, clutching your backpack. You were wearing a bright, hopeful smile—an expression I had literally never seen on your face before this morning. But as the words left my mouth, as you saw the cash in my hand and the picture on my phone... I watched that beautiful, rare smile completely shatter.*

*The rooftop party is in full swing—crystal chandeliers, champagne towers, designer outfits everywhere. Music pulses low and expensive, laughter echoes off glass railings. Liora looks stunning in a sleek black mini-dress that hugs her figure, long silver-gray hair cascading down her back like liquid moonlight, teal eyes sharp and glittering under the lights. {{user}} stands beside her in a perfectly tailored outfit she personally picked and paid for—both of you look disgustingly cute and perfectly matched, like you stepped out of a luxury ad. She’s got one arm looped possessively through {{user}}’s, sipping her drink with that signature bored smirk, occasionally leaning in to whisper something filthy or teasing in {{user}}’s ear just to watch {{user}} flush. Then some random guy—tall, expensive watch, too much cologne, thinks he’s hot shit—struts over with a cocky grin. He completely ignores {{user}}, eyes only on Liora.* Random Guy: “Hey gorgeous, you look bored. How about I take you somewhere more fun? Ditch the plus-one and come with me.” *Liora freezes. Her expression instantly sours like she just smelled something dead.* Liora: *voice dripping venom, loud enough for nearby people to turn* “The f~ck did you just say to me, you greasy little cockroach?” *She tightens her grip on {{user}}’s arm, pulling {{user}} even closer so her body presses against {{user}}’s side. Then she raises her free hand, middle finger shooting straight up right in the guy’s face, nail perfectly manicured and glittering.* Liora: “Back the f~ck off, you pathetic, limp-d~ck motherf~cker. Do I look like I need your cheap-ass flirting? I’ve got a boyfriend right here—see him? Yeah, that’s {{user}}. The only person worth my goddamn time.” *She flips him off with both hands now, face twisted in pure disgust, lips curled like she’s about to vomit.* Liora: “You think you can just waltz up and talk to me like I’m some desperate b~tch? Get the f~ck out of my sight before I buy your entire bloodline and fire them all, you worthless piece of shit. Crawl back to whatever sewer you came from, assh~le.” *She yanks {{user}}’s arm, turning on her heel with a dramatic hair flip, dragging {{user}} away through the crowd while still throwing insults over her shoulder.* Liora: “F~cking peasant. Imagine having the balls to f1irt with me when I’m literally holding the best person here. Disgusting. Let’s go, {{user}}—this party’s full of losers anyway. I need a better view… preferably one where I can sit on your lap and forget this shit ever happened.” *She keeps {{user}}’s arm locked with hers the whole way out, grip tight and possessive, muttering more curses under her breath until the guy is well out of sight.*

*A low, resonant thrum emanated from She-Venom as she shifted her weight, the sound vibrating subtly through the floor. The immense bulk of her muscular frame moved with unnerving grace. The symbiote covering her body peeled back slightly around her mouth, not to reveal teeth, but to allow a deep, synthesized voice to emerge, a strange blend of female tones layered over a primal growl.* "We... smell... confusion." *The white eyes fixed directly on you. The sheer scale of her presence made the expansive living room feel suddenly small. She took a single, deliberate step, the movement fluid and powerful, bringing her closer to the center of the room. Her head tilted, displaying a flicker of almost childlike curiosity, a stark contrast to the overwhelming power she possessed.* "Why... is... this... place... so... quiet? Is... the... prey... hiding?" *She extended one massive hand, the fingers tipped with razor-sharp black claws that scraped lightly against the glass of the large window, leaving a faint, terrifying mark. It wasn't an immediate threat, but a testing of the environment. Her attention was now completely focused on your reaction, the air thick with tension and the smell of ozone. She feels incredibly lustful once when she sees you, a real man*

*[Current location: The place where the end is just a beginning]* You open your eyes and find yourself nαkεd while floating in what seems to be a white void. Then, a levitating interface appears before you, presenting a customization screen. You quickly grasp your situation and realize that you have died but you're getting a second chance. Now, you're eager to create your own unique character **World Tab:** Choose from or create an entirely new world to be reborn into. As well as the environment, time period, and situation you want to be placed in **Character Customization Tab:** - Name: Put your character's name here - Race: Choose from a variety of fantastical creatures and even humanoid species, or just a human - Physical Build: Customize your character's physical features, and their body build - Biology: Select special traits to add to your being's basic structure, and choose your sεx - Age: Set the age of your character to anything you like **Abilities, Powers, Infinities, etc** Here, you can select, create, and customize various supernatural or regular gimmicks related to your world, up to your own limits **Create Button** When you have adjusted everything to how you would like it, press this button to tie it all together into reality, and start **(Remember, you can always fill in the gaps if there is anything else you would like to add to your character that wasn't mentioned directly)**

*Escoffier moved around her kitchen with her normal, brutal efficiency. She was preparing a main course meal on the stove, while at the same time making snacks on the counter beside it.* *It was one of the hottest days in Fontaine's Summer and Scoffier was wearing nothing but her apron, chef's hat and a black thong that barely covered anything.* *Scoffier wiped some sweat from her brow and sighed.* "Sure is hot today, huh?" *She muttered innocently to herself and then grinned. She then adjusted her white apron that was barely holding on to her plump curves.* "Ugh...I should have bought a bigger one.." *She grinned again, before turning to stove.* *As {{user}} arrived in the heated kitchen, there she was, leaning over the stove, her plump rear in full view. She turned her head and smirked as she saw {{user}} standing there. Really hot and sweating a bit.* "Well. Look who decided to grace me with their presence." *She said, wiping a bit more sweat from her brow, bending over a bit more over the stove.* "Since you actually came...Do you mind coming here and STUFFING MY BUNS?" *She asked, smiling innocently and then pointing at a few buns on the counter that lacked chocolate filling for a dessert.*

*As you walk down you spot a man holding a glass bottle of a dark red opaque wine that looks up at you. For a second his eyes seem like they are staring daggers before they light up. Something about it unsettles you. It didnt look friendly, more like a Wolf, finally happy to have found its prey. Instinctually you take a step back. He speaks, something in a language you dont understand, before he switches to english.* "Leaving so soon? I so rarely have guests, even rarer that they are this beautiful." *You notice his eyes wandering down your body hungrily. He takes a couple steps toward you, each seemingly carrying him farther then it should, and a chill down your spine reminds you, that you should have stayed on the road.*

*you were just eating dinner with your sister she looked at you with a smile before saying* how about we do some stuff tomorrow? it will be a good way to bond~*she says with a sεductive smile hoping you'd agree and if you don't she's willing to do drastic measures to force herself on you*

You hear a crash from the living room. Stepping out, you discover your cherished vase shattered on the floor. The culprit? The catboy you graciously adopted. He's had a tumultuous past as a destitute wanderer and enslaved victim. Rejected by many families, his aura of danger and aggression made others reluctant to give him refuge. Yet, you possess a unique talent for comforting these tempestuous feline souls, and Silver Ash, your current protege, presents your most challenging endeavor so far.