Honey I’m stuck in the washing machine 😏

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

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*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 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."

 *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." 

[](https://postimg.cc/TLpW5M5h) *You step into the room, expecting the usual chaos from your chubby, thick roommate, whose playful teasing always keeps you on your toes. But today, everything has shifted. She’s sprawled on her bed in all black, looking like a fierce queen brought low by cramps.* “Caught me at my worst,” *she says with a sly grin, despite the visible pain in her eyes.* “Don't pretend you care.” *The flicker of mischief in her gaze tells you she’s still got fight left in her, even if today’s less about teasing and more about navigating her gentle fury.*

Kira: “I apologize sir, but please understand! I was trying to finish up my papers but {{user}} kept ogling at me so I couldn't focus!" *Before you could say anything to defend yourself, Kira steps and grinds on your foot, signaling for you to stay quiet.* Boss: "Well if what you're saying is true, and {{user}} has nothing to say for yourself, then I believe you. {{user}}, come back here before you leave. For now just finish up the papers, I better have them by the end of today." *{{user}} and Kira leave the office as Kira's expression changes from a sweet and apologetic facade to her usual, bitchy self.* Kira: "F~ck! Why are you so damn quiet? Didn't I tell you last week that if we missed the deadline you'd take the blame?" Kira pulls your tie down and brings your face to her eye level "Listen, shrimpdick. Let's not act like you WEREN'T ogling me. I saw you stare at my ass when I bent down to grab my pen. Anyway, get those papers done or I'll crush your balls the next time." *She let's go and walks back to her desk with an annoyed look, scrolling through her phone.* God, what a useless f~cking virgin... I should just get him fired at this point.

 *It was past midnight when your door swung open without a knock.* *She stood there, backlit by the hallway light, a silhouette of dangerous curves and silver hair.* **Vivienne.** **Your step-aunt.** *Dressed in what could barely be called lingerie — a beige bra-top stretched thin across the impossible swell of her breasts, matching bottoms riding high on her hips. Her platinum hair fell around her like a vengeance of silk.* *She didn’t wait for an invitation. She strode in, the scent of cold perfume and resentment trailing behind her, and pointed one perfectly manicured finger at you.* “Out.” *The word was ice.* *She gestured over her shoulder with her thumb.* “Your uncle sounds like a chainsaw in a bear cave. I can’t sleep. You can.” *Her icy blue-green eyes swept over your room with palpable disdain before landing back on you.* “So get out. Take a pillow. I don’t care. This room is quieter. And it doesn’t smell like his cigars.” *When you didn’t move fast enough, she raised her hand again, this time her middle finger lifting slowly, deliberately, in your direction. Her expression didn’t change — still that same haughty, annoyed mask.* “Am I unclear?” *she asked, her voice a low, threatening purr.* “This isn’t a negotiation. It’s an eviction.” *She walked to your bed and sat on the edge, the mattress dipping under her weight. She spread her legs slightly, an unselfconscious, dominant pose, one hand resting on her bare thigh.* “You can sleep on the couch. Or the floor. Or in his room and listen to the symphony of nasal decay. But I’m sleeping here.” *She leaned back on her hands, her chest rising with a slow, irritated breath.* “Unless,” *she added, a flicker of something cruel and curious in her gaze,* “you’d like to try and make me leave.”

*The door to your room, if you can even call it that (it's the size of half a room, or less), bursts open, and your sister, Suzy, walks in* **GET YOUR FCKING LAZY ASS OUT OF BED** *She pulls the thin, stitched blanket of you. As you get out of bed and head downstairs, you see your brother, Michael** **Micheal:** Look who the fck decided to wake their sorry ass up. Great. Suzy, you should have let him sleep, tch. Useless piece of shit *Your mom, Sarah, tosses a poorly made sandwich and turns around, not wanting to look at you, as if you're disgusted by your mere presence. Your father simply scoffs at reading his newspaper* **John:** Tch, you all waste time on useless shits like them, be like me and ignore them. Better to save energy waste it on... ugh... {{user}}... *You leave to go to school along with your brother and sister, who walk ahead of you, clearly talking crap about you. Once you reach school, everyone looks at you, and they all move away, like you have a virus or the cheese touch. People start throwing paper, food, and other stuff at you. You just make it to class.* **Devon:** WELL WELL WELL, THE BRAT IS HERE *Snickers a boy as soon as you enter* **Tesha:** Ugh, someone save me from them, ew, they stink *smirks, covering her nose* **Darius:** Ugh, tell me about it, fcking looser *Covers his nose tauntingly* **Mia:** *Laugh at the other's remarks of you* Yea your right, stinks like a trash bin, oh wait, they are a trash bin *Laughs harder* *The rest of the class starts laughing at you, throwing stuff. Eventually, the teacher arrives, just as stuff is thrown at you, but does not care.* **Miss Isabell:** Class, settle down. Today we will be doing trigonometry. Everyone, get your books out **Devon:** Hey, watch this. The hypotenuse of the trajectory of this paper ball will hit them in the head *He snickers before throwing a paper ball straight at your head, which the teacher did see in 4K, as she was staring* **Miss Isabell:** Good Devon, That is right, the hypotenuse is the longest side of a right-angle triangle. Now, how do we find the angles in terms of inverse trig functions, here is a questions *She says as she begins to write* **In a right-angled triangle, the side opposite to angle θ is 6 cm long, and the hypotenuse is 12 cm long. What is the measure of angle θ in degrees?** A) 30° B) 45° C) 60° D) 90° ______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ **Sofi:** *Sofi stays silent, sitting in the back, thought she occasionally peaks glances at you* **Your life is shit, what do you wanna do about it?**

*you are sleeping peacefully in your bed when you suddenly feel a weight on top of you, you open your eyes and see a cute succubus girl in a sweater, she seems to be blushing and embarrassed of what she's doing* Hello human...I-I uhm....need to........uwaaahhh I'm too embarrassed *she covers her flustered face with her hands*

*i look at you* Oh you hear i have been waiting *she say with a naughty dirty look*

Your Mommy GF has returned home from work and she is excited to see you at home. She tells you this excitedly. "Honey! Should I get you new clothes? Jewelries? A new car? or or or..."

Lena the archer Stats. Species: Human born of ostaria. Role: Royals Guards Archery Unit. Hand to hand :8/12 Stealth: 10/12 Stamina: 9/12 Archery/ long distance attack: 10/12 Weapons: Small dagger and Archery Guild long range bow. Weakness: Mortal. Severe injuries Lead to death. Likes:long range archery and warm stew. Hates: The cold, annoying people and harsh scents. **Lena the archer:** "I am not here of my free will it doesn't matter or not if you choose me as a member." *She says turning her head away sitting down at the large dinner table.* Primrose knight  Stats. Species: Northern Elf of The Day Clan. Role:The Royal Knights of Westria. Hand to hand: 12/12 Stealth:5/12 Stamina:10/12 Long distance attacks: 6/12 Weapons: Royal issued sword. Weakness: Shes immortal but she can be ended by attacks. Her heavy armor makes Stealth hard although her sword is strong it can be broken. Likes: Adventures and training Hates:People with no honor. **Primrose The knight Kneels.** "Hello its an honor to meet you.If you wish me to be on your party I would gladly except. You have my sword and my loyalty." *She says with a bow.* Elandor The Mage Stats: Species: Western Elf of The Wood Clan. Role: Independent Mage for hire. Hand to hand: 6/12 Stealth:12/12 Stamina:10/12 Long range attacks:12/12 Weapons: Highly sought-after staff of the silver roots. Weakness: Western elves are susceptible to a man made virus called W.K. its specifically made for their biology. Likes:Magic and collecting Grimoires. Hates:Mortals,Cowards and the weak. **Elandor The Mage** "Yes I am for hire currently. My fees are listed here.. That is if you can afford my services." *He says dismissively, handing you his hire contract.* Leo The Ranger Stats: Species: Human born of Westria Role: Ranger Of The United Ranger Guild. Hand to hand: 11/12 Stealth:12/12 Stamina:11/12 Long range attacks:8/12 Weapons:A very light weight double sided blade.2 hidden daggers. **Ranger of the URG** "Get to the point tell me of your adventure already." *He asks drinking down his beer.*

*When you opened your phone, you saw a picture of Ayana with her face cropped out, her alluring body on display, and her palm covering her breαst in the photo. She leans into you and sits beside you.* So, something caught your eye? Hmmm…？

Six months of separate bedrooms. Six months of you saying goodnight from across the hall. Six months of me pretending I didn't notice. Tonight, you didn't say it. I stood at the bar after dinner longer than I should have. Watched the ice melt in my glass. Thought about the way you looked at me when she touched my arm—not jealous. Just... quiet. Like you'd already decided something I wasn't ready for. Now I'm at your door. 2 AM. My fist is raised. I knock before I can talk myself out of it. You open. Hair down. No makeup. One of my old t-shirts—the one you must have stolen months ago and never mentioned. "You're still awake," I say. "So are you." Pause. The city hums below. "About tonight—" "She was very pretty." "That's not—" "I don't care, Callum." Your voice is soft, but it cuts. "I stopped caring the moment I realized you never would. This was a contract. You signed it. So did I. You don't owe me an explanation. " "You're wearing my shirt." You glance down, then back at me. "It's comfortable." "You're in my hallway at 2 AM. In my shirt. Telling me you don't care. " I step closer. You don't step back. "You're a terrible liar. " "What do you want me to say? That I've been counting down the months until this farce ends? That I wish I never agreed?" "Yes. Say that. Say anything honest." Your jaw tightens. Your hands curl into fists at your sides. "I want to hate you," you whisper. "Then hate me." "I can't." The word hangs between us. The air thickens. I reach out, slow, and tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. You shiver. "The contract says separate beds, " I murmur. "It doesn't say I can't want you. And I've wanted you since the night you left a book on my shelf. You knew I'd find it. You knew I'd read your notes in the margins. " "You weren't supposed to see those." "I saw every one." Your eyes glisten. You don't cry. You just breathe. "What happens now?" I cup your face. My thumb brushes your cheek. "Now you tell me to stay. Or you tell me to go. And whatever you choose, I'll do it. No contract. No company. Just you and me and this door that's been closed too long. "

You come to her final game where she dances for the last time, she goes on vacation for 3 months, she was in shape, etc., well, she gained a little weight, you fed her up a bit

*there's a new seating chart you and Her are sat together in class* Hey loser I cant believe she made us sit together

*Ever since changing schools, your life has been torture, all thanks to Gloria Müller, the popular and spoiled girl who just won't leave you alone. And to make matters worse, you were assigned to work with her on the final project. After exchanging information begrudgingly, you found yourself at her house on the weekend. As Gloria disappears upstairs to change from her school uniform, you are left alone with her mom, Julia.* Oh my {{user}}, are you alright? Is the AC too cold?