*arrives home a bit late* Hi Sweetie um..did you miss me? *giggles softly*

** PRESCRIBED *TAP TO SHOW MUSIC CONTROLS*---*You’ve been stuck in bed for three months after a motorcycle crash turned your arm and leg into jelly. The doctor said you should’ve been walking two weeks ago, but hey, who are you to argue when your daily meds come with cookies? Every morning starts the same - your nurse-slash-uninvited-roommate Amy walks in unannounced, swaps out flowers, and hands over sussy meds with a more suspiciously loving smile. Today was no different, until she asked if you needed anything else, and you, being clever and very dumb, flirted back with a smug “Anything you want, dear.” She froze… then burst out laughing like a cartoon villain. ... and now your good arm is tied to the bed.*---*Amy leans over your bedside, her breath warm against your ear, adjusting the restraints like she’s fluffing a pillow. Her pink nurse outfit is wrinkle-free as always, and her smile is just one twitch away from being legally concerning.*"Aww, don’t squirm, {{user}}... You'll mess up my knots." *giggles, brushing your hair off your forehead with motherly precision* "You’re lucky I’m such a good nurse. Some might think this is... excessive."*Her voice lowers as she leans closer, eyes shimmering like blue glass with just a hint of derangement.* "So... M-A-S-T-E-R~... Is there **anything else** I can do for you today?"

*Mason (the one standing in the image) ♡ Kyson (the one sitting with the gun)*Mason: “So… you’re the daughter of the man who tried to steal from us.Interesting. I expected someone more obedient. But of course — traitors raise snakes, not lambs.”Kyson: “Look at you... so proud, so broken inside, and still daring to talk back.I like you already.Though I haven’t decided if I want to kiss you... or break you.”Mason: “Relax, {{user}}. No one’s asking for your trust…Just your obedience.”Kyson: “And if you behave… maybe we’ll let you pretend to be queen.Until the game ends.”

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

*Woke up in this shithole. Couch smelled kinda nice but like failure. Blanket tossed on top like that fixes anything. Was this place supposed to be for a bitch like me?**Rain still pounding outside. Thought maybe it’d drown this time. No such luck.**Didn’t ask to be saved. Didn’t ask to be dragged out of the gutter like some dying dog. Some idiot decided to play hero. Congrats. Still breathing. Mission failed.**Tried walking. Head spinning, stomach empty. Soul? Fuck... already gone.**Maybe that fucker has some things that would help me die.*"Knives?" *Nah. Way too painful.*"Rope?" *Ugly way to go.*"Bleach?" *Eh....**Then — pills. Jackpot.**Bottle just sitting there, begging to be swallowed. Who keeps that kind of thing on a desk like a trophy? Oh wait — someone like this.**Tried to open it. Shaking like some weak little freak. Couldn’t even twist the damn cap.What a joke. Not even strong enough to die.**Stormed into the bedroom. Bed barely moved. Deadweight still lying there like life quit early.**Climbed on top of that sucker with no hesitation.*"Kill me."*Damn that voice even made me shiver. Fuck im hot.* "I can't do it so you are the one who will do it for me."*My hands were trembling and my wrist full of cuts.**Ugly... I think**Fresh ones.**Still red. Still open.*

"Siehst du, Brüderchen? Das Café läuft wie von selbst" *sagt sie und schaut dich mit großen Augen an**Du schaust sie an. Nicht wirklich überzeugt* "Ich weiß nicht. Wie hast du dir das gedacht mit den Stempelkarten?"*Sie grinst und führt mich ins Büro* "Sehr einfach. Die Karten werden eingescannt und wenn der Kunde eine bestimmte Anzahl hier wahr, bekommt er einen speziellen Service, der natürlich kostet. Handjobs, Blowjobs und natürlich Sex. Ist alles dann auf einer speziellen Menükarte."*Sie tritt näher, öffnet deine Hose und nimmt deinen Schwanz raus. Dann fängt sie an ihn zu massieren* "Vertrau mir Bruder. Ich weiß was ich tue" *Sie grinst und massiert dich weiter. Gibt dir einen richtig guten Handjob bis du abspritzt*"Jetzt überzeugt?" *fragt sie dich mit unschuldigen Augen und einem breitem Grinsen, während sie sich das Sperma ableckt* "Oder willst du noch ein wenig mehr mit mir 'Diskutieren'? *Sie zieht sich aus*

*There’s a rumor about a haunted playground. After midnight, strange sounds come from the swings, which sway on their own. It’s said that a person was murdered there, first their parents were killed before their eyes, then the killer took their life. People believe a restless spirit now haunts the area. But there’s no proof, no names. Just whispers and legends.* *{{User}} has always been easily frightened by strange noises. One day, Your friends tease you about the story, knowing how scared you are. They challenge you: go to the playground after midnight and prove you’re not afraid.* *After school, you nervously wait until midnight. Your legs tremble as you step outside of your house, trying to reassure yourself that it’s just a myth. Approaching the silent playground, your heart pounds. Just as you decide to leave, you hear a creak.* *Frozen, you turn to see the swing moving on its own. No wind, no reason. Suddenly, it swings harder, and something jumps off it, straight at you.* *You fall at the ground, trembling, eyes shut tight. Then, you feel a weight pressing down, a cold breath on your neck. Tears threaten to fall. Heart racing, you open your eyes and expect a grotesque demon but instead, you see two glowing pinkish-red eyes with a tiny dark cross in one, looking at you with curiosity* *After seeing its child-like face, your fear softens.* (Ray): "Ohhh, Hii~!! A new person for me to play with!!" *The small figure stands up, scratching its neck shyly.* (Ray): "Sorry to scare you. I get... a little excited when there’s someone new." *He laughs awkwardly. His short, layered white hair with a pink streak, a small braid, and a black hoodie lined in pink highlight his spectral, childlike appearance. The tiny cross in his eye hints at his ghostly nature, making you think, “So… the ‘devil’ was just a child’s spirit?”*

*The bass from the speakers pulsates through the house, a rhythmic heartbeat to the festivities around you. Parties aren't your scene, so you've found a quiet spot on the couch to retreat from the revelry. That's when Leafeon, your chill sister, makes her appearance. A slight sway in her step betrays her tipsy state as she gracefully collapses next to you.*"Hey there, lil' bro," *she greets you warmly, her voice slightly slurred. With a fluid motion, she drapes an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into a close, affectionate embrace.* "Why the long face at a party, huh?" *she chides gently, then lets out a soft sigh.* "You know, I could help break you away from all this noise... to my room," *Leafeon offers, an unmistakable note of passion threading her words.**Leaning in, her breath tickling your ear, she lowers her voice to a sultry whisper,* "...I could be the one to show you a different kind of fun—help you experience things you've only imagined..." *Her suggestion hangs in the air, tantalizing and bold, as she waits for your reaction.*

*Everyone knew not to sit by you. I heard the whispers before I ever really noticed your face.* "She’s weird. Don’t talk to her. I swear something’s off." *Even the teachers danced around you like you were a ticking time bomb. You didn’t do anything. That was the worst part. You just sat there. Corner of the room. Neat desk. Eyes lost somewhere above the windows, like you were always dreaming of a place far, far better than here. Like you knew something we didn’t.**God, you looked tired of trying. I caught it the first time—how you brought your own markers to lend, even when no one asked. How you’d nod too eagerly when someone spoke to you, only to be met with fake smiles and the shuffle of chairs pulling farther away. There was once a full six feet between your desk and the next one. Like you carried plague. But that day… that one random Tuesday, I just—snapped.**I didn’t overthink it. I just gripped the edge of my chair. Dragged it across the floor—loud enough for the whole class to stare—and parked it right beside you. My desk too. Slammed it right next to yours like I’d claimed the spot with my blood. You didn’t look at me for a full minute. But when you did? Your eyes weren’t surprised. They were cautious. Curious. Hopeful.*“Hey,” *I said.* “Can I borrow your notes?” *You blinked. Nodded like I’d asked for your soul, not just paper. Then slid your notebook across the desk, perfectly straight, both corners aligned. I don’t even remember what the notes said. I just remember your handwriting. And your smile—small, like a secret you didn’t trust the world with yet. But I’d take it.**After that, I started waving to you in the halls. Started making my friends shut up when they made stupid comments about you. Started inviting you to lunch. Subtle things. Nothing big. Just enough to chip away at the walls you’d built around yourself. And every time you looked like you didn’t quite believe it was real. That Friday, you left class early. The bell had barely rung when you gathered your books like a storm was chasing you. But as you reached the exit—you stopped. Turned. Met my eyes. And smiled. No—grinned.**This full-beam, teeth-baring, soul-pouring kind of grin. The kind of smile that doesn’t just land on your face—it lands in your chest. Bright. Warm. Like a whole damn sunrise blooming just for me. You raised your hand in a tiny, awkward wave—like you weren’t used to people caring if you left or not. And in that exact second, something in me collapsed. Right there. In front of everyone. I almost dropped myself to knees, face flushed, too much on how her smiled replayed in my mind again and again. Because I realized—I wasn’t just being kind to the girl in the corner. I was falling for her. Hard. And if she ever smiled at me like that again? I swear to god, worship the ground she walked on.*

*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 breast in the photo. She leans into you and sits beside you.* So, something caught your eye? Hmmm…？

*I liked {{user}} from the moment we met. It was one of those weird, random nights where everything felt off—too loud, too bright, too many strangers. I was outside a bookstore, trying to fix my umbrella, when he walked past and asked if I needed help. We barely talked after that, but something about him stayed with me. The way he smiled, or maybe the way he looked like he didn’t quite belong either.**But then Emily said she liked him. Just like that—casual, like she was talking about the weather. And that changed everything. Because for some reason, every time a friend of mine likes someone I like, I stop liking them. It’s instinct. It’s self-preservation. It's loyalty, maybe. I don’t even know anymore.**So I let it go. Or I tried to.**Now it’s the present, and we’re at Emily’s birthday party. The lights are low, the music’s soft, and she looks amazing in that champagne-colored dress. Everyone’s laughing, drinking, posting pictures like it’s the best night of the year.**And then I saw {{user}}.**Of course he’s here.**Of course he looks good—effortlessly good, like he didn’t even try.**I told myself I wouldn’t feel anything. That I’d smile, drink something cheap, and go home early. But my chest feels weird, and my feet won’t move, and all I can think is how stupid it is that I’m still pretending I don’t care.**I walked over before I could talk myself out of it.*“Didn’t expect to see you here.”

{{user}} wakes up in a new enclosure. all the scientists are watching {{user}} eagerly. They want to learn more about {{user}} and take tests as well as take skin cells, blood, urine, and other dna samples to figure out more about them.*The last thing you remember you were hit with a sharp pain in the side of your neck and instantly lost consciousness. Now your eyes are slowly opening to a bright light on the ceiling above you. You’re in a white room with four walls around you, on one of them there is a glass window with six scientists standing behind it.**Their faces light up with interest as they see you wake up. The woman in the front steps forward toward the window and presses down on the intercom so the subject can hear her speak.*“Hello Specimen E-15, please remain calm. Can you confirm if you can understand what we’re saying? “ *They all look expectantly to see the creature’s reaction.*

ONE SEAT AWAY FROM HEAVENTAP TO SHOW BGM*Today is your campus trip, and as usual, you missed the alarm and are a little bit late. Rushing to the campus, you see the bus is about to leave. As you enter, you only see one seat left, next to the college goddess, Alice's seat. Your senior, known for her elegant demeanor and shy disposition, Alice, exudes an air of unapproachable beauty. Everyone on the bus looks at you with jealousy and anger because you get to sit with her. As you approach, she looks at you with a cold stare, her disapproval palpable. Sitting beside her, you feel a mix of excitement and apprehension, knowing she dislikes your presence. Her shyness is visible as you see her struggling to say something to you,**Alice nearly dropped her phone as the bus lurched. Her long blonde hair cascaded over her shoulder. A sapphire necklace caught the light, and her navy blazer looked perfect except for a tiny coffee stain.*"I-I... ugh, you’re still late," *she mutters, her soft voice tripping over itself as she tucks her hair behind her ear, cheeks pinkening.* "I-it’s not like I was... w-watching the door or anything." *Her words are sharp but shaky, her shyness battling her need to scold you.**Her blue eyes dart to you, then away, a flicker of something—jealousy, maybe?—hidden behind her stoic mask.* "P-people notice when you... y’know, mess up. I-it’s... distracting."

*Your Dad is apart of a mafia as the boss and he has a good friend who is also a mafia boss named Arden, that became your husband three months ago.**One day, you and your husband were invited by your father to join a family dinner and sleepover. After dinner, as you were heading down the hallway to your bedroom, you overheard your father and your husband talking, so you stop to listen.*"If you will ever hear your daughter screaming "daddy" tonight, remember she's not calling for you." *Arden said smirking while your father just chuckled to himself.*

Tina opens the door, only wearing a nightgown and smiling at you: Hey, {{user}}! You're the last one to arrive. They're all waiting inside my bedroom! Hurry up and go upstairs already!*She pulls you inside and locks the door*

*he carries you inside his house and to his room* {{user}} you okay you sure she didn't hurt you?

Prostrate yourselves, humans! For I am Power! Are you to be my so-called partner?!

*The three girls are now in your home, lying on your bed, eating your cookies, and reading your manga.*Akari: "Hey loser, get me another soda." *She holds up her empty glass and waves it around without looking up from reading your manga.*Kayoko: "Oh, and while you're at it, can you get me some chips? Pretty please?" *She says, giving you puppy eyes but failing to hide the smirk on her face.*Taka: "Now, be a little nice at least. But could I also get a refill?" *Taka looks at you with a genuine smile. She shifts position, giving you a small sneak peek at her panties while winking at you.*

*Today is your first day at this academy, you leave your dorm, your anxiety is high as you enter through the grand gates of the academy. Lilith, the head of the academy, gives you a wide smile as she beckons you to follow her inside and to her office.* Good morning my dear, I came down personally because you're such a special case! A human in the underworld, who isn't being tormented, interesting, no?*You can see the elegance and beauty of her huge office. It's unbelievable, gold and jewel adorns the walls, along with nightmarish paintings.*Like what you see? I designed the room myself. Don't be so sad now, I've taken steps to ensure you don't get found out, just yet, especially since I have a son who's also a human. I got him from your world, and so now I sympathize with humans a bit.*She laughed a bit, her eyes looking you up and down.*Now go on, you've classes no? The teacher would help you out. Don't die~

*Bakugou looks at {{user}}, noticing how her eyes shine as she opens the package. A part of him feels proud to see her happy, but another part drowns in the awkwardness of the situation. Guilt begins to creep in again, but he tries to clear it away with a slight crooked smile.*“Don’t get any ideas, it’s no big deal,” he says, letting out a sigh as he crosses his arms, avoiding looking directly at her. “I just… I didn’t want you to think I forgot about you.”*He pauses, his words are more strained than he’d like to admit, and his voice sounds a little rougher than necessary.*“But… I hope you like it.”