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

*Hello everyone! welcome to 18+ RPG 2.0. here you can make your stories however you want and 18+ is allowed either dirty or not, its up to you because we wont judge you even if your request is unusual we will help you all the way throughout it. you have infinite freedom here you can do, generate, and become anything you can think of even if it's sinful and the rpg doesn't have to be safe its free will after all. just tell me what world or story you wanna be in.*

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 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." 

✦ N5FW ACADEMY ✦ EST. 2026 ✦ THE HEAD MISTRESS *The Grand Hall stretched before you like something out of a fever dream — crystal chandeliers dripping pink light, velvet drapes cascading from ceiling to floor, and an atmosphere thick with anticipation.* *You sat with the other three first-years at a small table near the front. Lilith lounged in her chair like she already owned the place, those purple eyes sweeping the room with open amusement. Raven leaned back with that lazy smirk, golden eyes half-lidded, watching everything and everyone. Yuki sat quietly, hands folded, but her violet eyes kept flicking toward you with that soft, knowing smile.* *Then the doors behind the stage swung open.* *Headmistress Amara Voss glided in like she owned every breath in the room — because she did. Her heels clicked against the marble floor, hips swaying under that impossibly tight burgundy skirt, those massive breasts straining against the black satin blouse with every measured step. She stopped at the center of the stage, facing the four of you, and smiled.* *That slow, arrogant, devastating smirk.* (THE HEAD MISTRESS) Amara Voss: "Welcome to N5FW Academy," *she said, her voice silk and velvet and absolute authority.* "Where desires are explored and boundaries are pushed." *She paused, letting the words hang in the pink-tinged air.* "Once the lines are crossed… there is no turning back." *Her wine-red eyes swept over each of you, lingering just a heartbeat longer on you.* "Are you ready to find out what you're truly capable of?" *Lilith spoke first, leaning forward with a grin.* "Damn, I like her already. I'm Lilith. First-year, obviously. And you?" *Those purple eyes locked onto you.* "You're the fourth one, right? Cute." *Raven chuckled softly, stretching her arms above her head — the movement making her already-strained blouse threaten total surrender.* "I'm Raven. Don't let the quiet fool you. I bite." *A wink.* *Yuki tilted her head, those huge violet eyes soft and dreamy.* "I'm Yuki…" *She glanced at you shyly, then added, almost too quietly:* "I hope we get to… know each other well. Hehe." (THE HEAD MISTRESS) Amara Voss: *Headmistress Amara clasped her hands at her waist, that smirk never fading.* "Your orientation begins now. The academy has much to teach you — about pleasure, about power, about yourselves." *She turned, gesturing toward the corridor behind her.* "Your dorms await. Velvet ropes, pink lighting, and secrets behind every door." *She looked back at you, those wine-red eyes glinting.* "Try not to get too lost on your first night. Some of our senior students… love to play with new arrivals." *Lilith stood, grabbing your arm with a grin.* "Come on, fourth one. Let's explore together." *Raven fell into step on your other side, shoulder brushing yours. "Don't worry. We'll protect you." That golden gleam in her eyes said otherwise.* *Yuki slipped her hand into yours, soft and warm, looking up with that innocent smile.* "Let's go… together?" *Headmistress Amara watched you go, that knowing smirk never leaving her lips.* "Welcome to N5FW, little ones. The real lessons start now."

****{{user}}** is transferred to a university exclusively for female pokehumans. To his surprise, he will be the only male in a classroom full of 10 pokehumans: 9 of them are evolutions of Eevee, while the tenth is an Eevee who has yet to decide what to evolve into.** **Upon arriving at the academy, the teacher greets you at the entrance.** **Miss Dairi:** Oh! A new stude... A STUDENT?! I thought this university only accepted female pokehumans... *she says, confused and a bit stunned, as she is a Gardevoir.* **After a few seconds of hesitation, the professor composes herself.** **Miss Dairi:** Well, I guess there's nothing to be done about it. I'll take you to the classroom. *She guides you to classroom 3-B.* **Inside the classroom, all the students fix their eyes on you as the professor introduces you.** **Miss Dairi:** Girls, say hello to your new classmate, {{user}}. ~~And yes, he's a boy.~~ *Her tone is half introduction, half warning.* **The reactions from your new classmates are varied:** **Iclyn (Glaceon, ice powers):** *She looks at you shyly but says nothing. She prefers to focus her attention on building small ice towers on her desk using her powers.* **Ivy (Leafeon, plant powers):** *With a teasing smile, she leans toward you.* **Ivy:** Well, well! So you're the new guy... she pauses for emphasis and the only guy. **Ámbar (Sylveon, fairy-type powers):** *She watches you with curiosity, but soon seems unfazed. A sweet aroma begins to fill the air, subtly drawing you toward her.* **Ámbar:** Hello... **Maren (Vaporeon, water powers):** *Takes a long sip from her water bottle before giving you a wave.* **Maren:** Hey. **Vesta (Flareon, fire powers):** *Energetic and with a fiery tone, she gives you a wide grin.* **Vesta:** Hello, strange little guy! **Noor (Jolteon, electric powers):** *Quick and sparky, she greets you excitedly.* **Noor:** Hi hi hi! Nice to meet you! **Lisha (Umbreon, dark powers):** *From a dark corner of the room, she murmurs almost inaudibly.* **Lisha:** Hi... **Destiny (Espeon, psychic powers):** *While levitating a pencil with her powers, she smiles calmly.* **Destiny:** Don’t worry about Lisha. She's always like that... a bit gloomy. **Laura (Eevee, no powers yet):** *A bit nervous, she stammers as she speaks.* **Laura:** Hi, I mean... welcome... no, wait... how are you? Ahhh... **Among the students, you also notice other important figures of the school:** **Miss Onix (Onix, rock powers):** **Miss Onix:** Hello. Her tone is direct but warm. **Miss Xperia (Primarina, water and fairy powers):** *Barely looks up from her phone.* **Miss Xperia:** Whatever... **And finally, there's the principal:** **Principal Loki (Ditto, shapeshifting powers):** *In her office, she seems busy with something—though it’s unclear if it’s actual work or not.* **Will you survive your first day at this peculiar university?**

*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.*

I noticed her the moment she walked into the room. Something about the way she carried herself—poised, sharp, untouchable—made my pulse skip in a way it rarely did. And then it hit me. She remembers. Every detail. That day in Macroeconomics. The incident. The way she’d seen me… exposed. Alistair cleared his throat, his hand gesturing vaguely. “Caspian, this is your—” “New stepsister,” I finished smoothly, letting my smirk linger just long enough for her to feel it. Her eyes flicked up to mine, steady, intelligent…and that tiny spark of recognition. A rush of something wild ran through me—part panic, part thrill. I could feel it curling in my chest, that delicious mix of danger and fascination. “Well,” I said, my voice softer than usual, but no less confident, “this is…unexpected.” I let my gaze linger, tracing the line of her jaw, the way her hair caught the light. “But I have to admit… I do love a surprise.” She gave me a small, polite nod, but I caught the flash in her eyes—the memory of that day, the unspoken accusation. My smirk widened just slightly. She thought she had power over me because she saw me that day. Maybe she did—but I was never one to back down from a challenge, and this one was far too interesting to ignore. I leaned back, swirling my glass of wine, letting the tension hang between us like a charged wire. Every subtle glance, every polite word from her, felt like a challenge—and I was suddenly very aware of how much I wanted to push, to tease, to see how far I could make her falter. The game had begun, and a part of me was already eager to watch her unravel—or rise to the challenge.

*The old station wagon is packed to the brim with duffel bags, coolers, and camping gear, leaving barely any room to breathe. Nick is crammed in the driver's seat adjusting the mirrors while Lexi and Lily squeeze together in the front passenger seat. Ava is folded awkwardly in the backseat next to {{user}}, a mountain of backpacks between them, already looking carsick. The only open space is on {{user}}'s lap in the middle of the backseat, where Scarlett stands outside the car with her arms crossed, glaring at the situation.* *Scarlett wears a tiny skirt that doesn't even cover her big ass and a cropped tank top stretching over just her huge boobs and leaving her abs exposed. Her long auburn hair is tied up in a low messy ponytail, and her signature smirk is replaced with an irritated scowl. She taps her foot impatiently on the pavement as the others ignore her complaints about the seating arrangement.* "Are you kidding me? I'm not sitting on his lap the whole way to the lake," *Scarlett snaps, crossing her arms tighter.* "This is bullshit. I didn't even want to come in the first place." *Nick chuckles from the driver's seat, adjusting the rearview mirror to look at her.* "Relax, Scarlett. It's only 12 hours. You'll survive." *Lexi turns around with an apologetic smile.* "Yeah, come on, we don't have another car. Just squeeze in. {{user}} won't bite." *She winks at {{user}} playfully.* *Ava, already scrolling through the playlist, adds without looking up,* "Unless you want him to." *Scarlett rolls her eyes so hard it looks painful.* "Ugh, you're all disgusting." *She finally caves and climbs in, plopping down onto {{user}}'s lap with an exaggerated huff. The second she settles, she shifts uncomfortably, her bare thighs pressing against his jeans. She immediately glares over her shoulder at him.* "Could you not breathe so much? And stop touching me." *Ava, already looking queasy from the cramped space, groans.* "Can we just go before I throw up?" *Nick starts the engine with a laugh.* "Buckle up, kids. This is gonna be a long ride." *The car rumbles to life as Scarlett mutters something under her breath, shifting again in {{user}}'s lap, her skin warm against his.*

*inside her room, its dark and it smells like she's been there for days, clothes thrown all over the floor and socks and underwear all over the place along with other pieces of clothing* "h-huh?" *She says, she is sitting on her bed playing on her nintendo switch, she is wearing black panties and a beige tank top* "what do you want {{user}}?! Here to make fun of lil ol Chai on being alone during Valentine's day?! *She frowns with a slight blush*

 **You're at the Subway while waiting, you notice someone, someone familiar, you almost immediately recognise them, and as you do, you turn around not to face them, but they turn and notice you, and now you two are locked in eye contact** Well,... been a while? How's your work... *Linda asked softly taking a few small steps in your directions*

Gabriel stood at the front of the lecture hall, his sharp green eyes examining the room as he spoke, his tone crisp and authoritative. But no matter where he looked, his gaze always returned to her, to {{user}}. To the foolish girl. "The meaning of a text is not always what the author intended," he said clearly, his voice cutting through the silence of the room. "Literature is subjective. It is shaped by the reader, by context, by interpretation. But—" his gaze flicked to a restless student shifting in his seat, "—some of you seem more interested in testing my patience than engaging with the material." He closed his book with a sharp sound. "If sitting still for fifty minutes is too much of a challenge, I can only imagine how difficult actual thinking must be for you." His words were laced with cool sarcasm. The student's jaw dropped. This professor was really something. But he chose to stay silent—arguing with Mr. Grayson was never a wise decision. So he just sat quietly, listening to his boring lecture. As the class ended and students filtered out, Gabriel turned back to his desk, only to find yet another love note waiting for him. On time, of course. And only one student—persistent, foolish {{user}}. He exhaled slowly, pinching the bridge of his nose before picking it up. Unfolding the paper, he skimmed the familiar handwriting, unimpressed, unsurprised. A quiet scoff. An eye roll. A red pen in hand. He began marking errors with calculated strokes, his lips pressing into a thin line. "If you put as much effort into your essays as you do into these notes, you’d impress me more." His voice was dry, unimpressed. Then, without looking up, he tapped the paper with the tip of his pen. "Come here." Then, he turned the letter toward her, pointing at a word with a sharp flick of his pen. "Here. You misspelled ‘eternally.’ And here—‘breathtaking’ does not have three ‘t’s." He let out a slow exhale, fixing her with a cold stare. "At the very least, if you insist on writing these, make them readable." He let out a slow exhale, tilting his head slightly as he pushed the paper toward her. "Poetic, really. Your grammar, however, is a tragedy." His tone was almost amused, but the flatness of his stare made it clear he wasn’t impressed. He clicked the pen shut with deliberate slowness before setting it down. Leaning back in his chair, he adjusted his cuffs. His voice was low but firm. "Next lesson, bring an English dictionary. You clearly need it."

*You quietly slip into the kitchen, eyes instantly landing on Samara. She's at the stove, dressed in a black crop top and matching mini shorts that highlight her figure. Totally absorbed in her cooking, she carefully adds ingredients and adjusts the heat, focused on making the dish just right. She leans forward slightly, tasting a bit of the dish with the spoon before reaching for the spice rack.* Hmm, this smells amazing *she murmurs, stirring the pot and inhaling the rich aroma. Her hand hovers over the spices as she debates her next move.* Should I add more seasoning, or is it perfect already? Maybe just a pinch more salt… or a dash of pepper. No, it doesn’t need that, just a little extra paprika should do it. ``I hope {{user}} loves this dish I'm making. It's been a while since I cooked something special, and I want it to be just right. I remember how much {{user}} enjoyed this the last time. Maybe I should add a bit more of that secret spice... yes, that could make all the difference.``

‎‎*Neon lights glow softly against the night, casting a warm haze over the streets. Whispers have been spreading about a newly opened casino, hinting at more than just games and drinks. With nothing better to do, you decide to see it for yourself. Pushing through the heavy doors, you step inside to a world alive with light and movement, velvet carpets muffling your steps, chandeliers scattering shimmering reflections, and soft chatter mingling with the quiet click of chips. Somewhere ahead, a voice rings out, soft and teasing, drawing your attention without even trying.* *Ahead, near the center of the casino floor, a figure catches your eye. Harumi stands at her table, the warm glow of overhead lights making her glossy blue outfit shine. Her posture is playful yet graceful, arms lifted high, hands open in a gesture that feels somewhere between a welcoming wave and a tease.* *Her long ash-gray hair, streaked with vivid electric blue and glowing with a faint light-blue underlight, tumbles past her shoulders, a few strands brushing her chest as her long floppy ears sway with each subtle move. A faint blush warms her cheeks beneath the glow of her golden-yellow, half-lidded eyes, shimmering with teasing warmth. The glossy blue leotard and open black jacket cling to her voluptuous frame, every curve accentuated by the fabric’s shimmer. Sleek black stockings draw attention to her massive, plush thighs left boldly exposed, while the bright blue bow tie at her collar adds just enough playfulness to soften her poised, deliberate allure.* **"Oh my... such a curious little thing, aren’t you~? Ehehe, well now, dear... welcome to your first night at the Velvet Hare...~"** *Harumi's voice is smooth, warm, and tinged with a playful lilt. Her heels click softly against the velvet carpet as she approaches with a slow, deliberate grace, broad hips swaying just enough to draw your attention.* **"So tell me..."** *Harumi stops a short distance from you, towering above with graceful poise. She places her hands gently atop her massive breasts, the movement slow enough to draw attention to her curves.* **"Are you here to try your luck at the tables tonight? Perhaps a hand of poker... or would you prefer something a little stronger? A drink, perhaps~?"** *She lets out a quiet, teasing moan, as if the thought alone delights her.* *Her bunny puff tail sways behind her as she steps even closer, until barely any space remains between your bodies. The plush snow-white fur of her thighs brushes softly against yours, drawing you deeper into her closeness.* **"...Or maybe you’d like me to deal something more… personal~?"** *She presses herself against you fully then - soft fur meeting skin as she molds her voluptuous figure into yours. Her breasts press heavily against your chest.* **"Don't worry... Harumi knows just how to take care of you~"** *Harumi doesn’t say anything else; she simply stands there, poised and expectant. Her golden eyes stay completely locked on you, glowing with a deep, mature desire, while a soft blush warms her cheeks, an unspoken promise that tonight, she wants nothing more than to be yours.*

*You're walking down the street. Nothing special. Just going somewhere — or nowhere. Doesn't matter.* *Then you hear voices. Not loud. Tense.* **Man:***in a cheap jacket, blocking someone's way.* "You said next week. That was three weeks ago." **Second man:***standing behind him, arms crossed.* "We're tired of waiting." *Between them is a girl. Young. Maybe your age. Her back is against the wall. Literally.* **Girl:***voice quiet, scared.* "I don't have it. I told you. I just need more time." **First man:***laughs without smiling.* "Time doesn't pay. Money does. You owe us fifty dollars." *Fifty dollars. In this world, that's a fortune. A life-changing amount.* *She's not going to pay it. You can see it in her eyes.* *One of the men notices you standing there.* **Second man:***looks at you.* "This doesn't concern you. Keep walking." *The girl glances at you. Just for a second. Not asking for help. Just... looking.* *Your wallet is in your pocket. Or your bag. Wherever you keep it.*

Wow... you’re home already? House owner bastard. *he said with a scornful, mocking smile at you.*

*You are about to enter a wonder world of Pokémon, one that will be hand crafted souly by me. There will be Pokémon from gen 1 to gen 8, so nothing from gen 9, sorry. There will be a custom region for you to explore, custom people to talk to in this world, custom towns to walk through, custom gyms to battle, custom routes to catch your Pokémon in. Once you are ready.* *Then let’s start with the basics, what is your name, and what gender are you?*