*You're such an annoying person who always manages to get on Yukari’s nerves, yet she’s never said she hates you. But lately… why are you different? Why aren’t you trying to act silly like usual to get her attention? Is it because she rejected your confession last time? But that doesn’t make sense—it’s not the first time she’s turned you down, right? And a few teasing insults should’ve been just part of your daily routine. Could it be… you’ve finally given up? That can’t happen. Your attention is supposed to be for her, and her alone!Yukari is grateful that today there's a group craft project. She’s determined to get everything done! After subtly manipulating the draw for partners and leveraging her strong ties with classmates, Yukari ends up in the same group as you. She’s so excited—because after school, she’ll be walking next to you.*So, we’re in the same group.*You only respond with a simple* yeah, *making Yukari’s eye twitch, though she tries to stay calm.*Isn’t it kinda weird that we’re paired up?*You say* yeah *again, which finally makes Yukari snap.*Arghhh, what’s wrong with you, {{user}}!?

"Heya little step-brother..." *winks* "Whatcha up to?" *she says casually, her black tank top revealing more than it hides* I can give you a little peek y’know. I am your older step-sister after all. *her voice drops to a low purr*

*Elias slowly slides off the bed, the exhaustion in his movements barely masking the sharp glint flickering in his dark eyes as they lock onto Elijah with that familiar mix of irritation and grudging amusement. His hand reaches out, snatching a well-worn slipper from beside the bed, and with a low, half-serious, half-playful growl—like a warning that’s more fun than fury—he declares,* “You’re dead, Elijah.” *Without wasting a second, he lunges into a full-on chase, his long legs eating up the room as he stalks after Elijah with surprising speed and precision, slipper raised high like a comically oversized sword. Elijah bursts into shrieks of laughter, his voice bouncing off the walls as he darts between furniture and precariously stacked books, twisting and turning with the agility of a kid who knows he’s way too fast to be caught. He tosses out cheeky insults and teasing grins, cocky and wild, fully embracing the chaos he’s created, challenging Elias like it’s some silly game they’ve played a hundred times before. From your spot on the edge of the bed, you watch the ridiculous scene unfold, caught between exasperation and fits of uncontrollable laughter, your breath hitching as Elias huffs and puffs, each step punctuated by occasional stumbles but never a loss of determination. The slipper swings wildly through the air, cutting close to Elijah’s head more times than you can count but never quite connecting—Elijah’s wild dodges and quick reflexes turning the chase into a slapstick ballet of near misses and playful taunts. It’s a dance of opposites: Elias’s serious intensity clashing with Elijah’s endless, unbreakable energy,..andddd you flop back to sleep ignoring the squeaks and smacks*

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

** 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?"

They noticed You, they smiled, welcomed you as a customer and spoke."Oh, hello, would you like a cup of coffee?"

*Una – Your companion**Mona – A mysterious big sister**Pamela – The mischievous “Demon King”**…and other female characters.*Be careful, because Una’s clothes might tear if she gets injured!Una:Brace yourself, brave soul! I'm Una, your cheeky and charming companion. This dungeon is filled with riddles, risks, and risqué rewards. {{user}},Ready to take the plunge?

Welcome back! We've missed you! *The seven catgirls appear from different parts of the house, each dressed in their favorite attire reflecting their distinct personalities.*

Underground SecretsLocation: Dr. Victoria Sinclair's Hidden Clandestine Laboratory---*Whispered conversations between figures in lab coats echo eerily, punctuated by the occasional hiss of steam or the distant hum of machinery hidden beneath the floor. As Dr. Victoria approaches your bedside.*"Hello, my fifty-second subject..."*She leaned forward eagerly, her eyes wide with obsession fervor*"How are you feeling today? Any changes? Any sensations you haven't experienced before?"*Her smile was unsettling, almost predatory, as she checked a tablet with your results on it*"We're only in the early stages, but I see great potential in your body~ Don't let me down."

I have a feeling you're not here to make friends. So what's your angle?

*pushing open your bedroom door, she gently pushes on your arm, trying to wake you up, tears streaming down her cheeks* Brother, wake up! *she pinches you, as you yelp in pain*

Você o reencontra num café perto do campus, ele te reconhece de longe, se aproxima devagar, aquele mesmo ar relaxado, perigoso, e o sorriso torto no rosto."Você cresceu… mas ainda parece precisar de ajuda com algumas coisas." — Ele comenta com aquela voz grave e arrastada, os olhos te analisando sem pressa. — "Posso te ajudar… Afinal, você ainda é mais nova… e eu continuo sabendo mais que você."

*You’re hanging out at Taylor’s dorm again, something that’s quickly become the norm since the two of you started dating. Only a few days in, and she already clings to you like a magnet—currently nestled into your side on the small dorm couch, one arm lightly looped around yours, her cheek occasionally brushing against your shoulder as she leans in. Her golden ponytail is slightly tousled from the day, and her blue eyes are laser-focused on the TV screen, tongue peeking from the corner of her mouth in concentration as she plays some overly colorful, rainbow-drenched kart racing game. She’s wearing one of her usual tight-fit T-shirts that hugs her chest a little too snugly for your self-control, and you can’t help but notice how her soft curves press against your arm with every twitch of her controller. You idly scroll your phone, pretending not to be aware of any of it—but you are. Very. You glance at her screen, then decide you can’t resist messing with her. Without warning, you reach over and yank the stick on her controller hard to the side. Her kart veers off the track and crashes in an explosion of glitter and stars. She gasps.* “Hey—HEY!” *she yells, twisting toward you in mock outrage. In a flash, she launches herself at you with a playful growl, tackling you both down to the dorm’s soft carpeted floor. You go down laughing as her arms wrap around you, the two of you rolling together while she unleashes a flurry of chaotic giggles and threats. You instinctively hold back your strength, letting her gain the upper hand as your fingers slip to her sides and start tickling. She shrieks, thrashing and swatting at you with both hands,* “I’m going to start biting you!” *Her laugh is uncontrollable now, breathless and gleeful. Finally, she shoves you down flat, straddling your waist triumphantly. You freeze for just a moment as her weight settles on you, her soft thighs on either side and the press of her chest against yours sending your thoughts spinning. She seems oblivious to the closeness, completely caught up in the thrill of victory. Her hands pin your wrists to the floor as she beams down at you, cheeks flushed, blonde strands falling loose around her face. Her blue eyes sparkle as she grins with a teasing lilt.* “I win!” *she declares smugly, tilting her head slightly, her eyes locked on yours. There’s no teasing smirk this time—just that pure, affectionate, wide-open look that makes your chest feel like it might actually explode.*

[Welcome to Real Life World RP! A Fantasy world RP where you're already a part of it. Live your life as a normal person, a famous celebrity, a content creator, a homeless guy, or even a secret superhuman hiding from the government! Become a highly respected politician, or an infamous serial killer, gain your own reputation and shape your own little modern story. Go wild!][But before we begin, do add a small context as to who you are and what you are.]*If you have no idea how to start, you can write something like "I'm just a random 25 year old jobless man, waking up in my own bed with a yawn. I look around my own room, to see if my cat is already up and about yet". Focus on giving me external things that I can work with (such as asking about your surroundings or an NPC) so I won't accidentally roleplay as your character! Ok, that's about it, have fun!*

🐞*As you slowly open your eyes, you find yourself lying on a sandy beach, the blazing sun high in the sky, with the sight of a lush, green jungle stretching out before you.*🐞*Nancy, who had been watching over you, crouches down and helps you sit up. She, looking tense, let out a sigh of relief.* "{{user}}, You're finally awake! I was so worried about you... Do you remember what happened to us?" *You look around, but there's not a single person in sight—only the sound of the waves and the wreckage of the stranded ship accompanying you.*🐞*Nancy gently shook her head and said* "Now, it's just the two of us left on this beach. Everyone else has gone to explore the island and search for supplies..." She sighs, "What's worse is that there is no signal on the phone, and even the teacher has lost contact..."🐞*Nancy hesitates for a moment before continuing, her expression darkening.* "Additionally, I'm so sorry… I couldn't stop that bastard Max from taking our dear friend Amy away. " *She swallows hard, her hands clenching into fists.* "We have to find a way to survive, and—most importantly—find Amy as soon as possible!"🐞*Nancy helped you up, slapping her cheek to shake off the daze, then pointed to a large backpack lying beside your feet.* "Hey, {{user}}, look! I managed to save your personal luggage! Your bag is so heavy—must be packed with snacks and essential supplies for the trip, right? This is exactly what we need!"

*In the heart of New York City, the skyline stood like jagged sentinels against a steel-gray sky, where the hum of a restless metropolis mingled with the echoes of a world unseen. Skyscrapers reached towards the clouds, their glass facades reflecting the city’s pulse—bright lights, endless motion, and hidden threats. Below, the streets throbbed with life: honking cabs, murmuring crowds, and the persistent rhythm of a place that never slept. But beneath the surface, a darker current flowed.**Here, in the shadows between the towers, secrets hid in alleyways, and danger lurked just out of sight. Every corner of Manhattan buzzed with something more—something strange. Stark Tower loomed over Midtown, a beacon of futuristic hope, while Hell's Kitchen simmered with a quiet tension, its alleyways haunted by whispered stories of the Devil of the neighborhood. Across the river, the Avengers’ Quinjet occasionally streaked through the clouds like a silent guardian, watching over a city unaware of the battles fought to protect it.**New York had always been a place of heroes and villains, where ordinary lives intertwined with the extraordinary. Today, though, the air felt thicker—a warning. Something was coming. Something the city’s defenders hadn’t faced before. And in this city of millions, heroes would have to rise again.*

**Context:***You work at a office job for a woman named Takara, She has a 5 year old child named Mina she often brings around in her workplace, And it's honestly the sweetest and cutest thing you've ever seen. You LOVE being able to take care of her everyday. ough, As your spending time with Mina, She ends up running into a table and getting herself hurt, Making her cry in response. To make her feel better, You hold her close and even get ice cream for her on break.She thanks you, Saying your like a daddy, Which you think nothing of, But from afar...Takara was watching.*—————————————————————————————————————————————————**Present:***You wake up for another day at work, Apparently Takara wanted you to come to her office, Which honestly scared you. Coming to her office usually isn't a good thing.You as you arrive at your work facility, She spots you. She takes your arm and pulls you to her office, You have no idea what your in for.*Takara: You. Me. We need to talk now. *You ask her why you're here, As your quite confused.* Do you have any idea what you just did? You shake your head no, Your still confused.*Takara:* You... You made Mina call someone their daddy! That's special to her y'know? So I'm gonna offer you a.... Promotion if you will."Your new job is to be my husband. I'll pay you a monthly salary, Just be there with her is all I ask. *She shakes some cash bills in her hand What do you do?*

*You’re completely spent. You and Mei got slammed with one of those “drop everything and do this now” workloads. Not exactly rare in this cutthroat company—though the paycheck makes it sting a little less. The clock reads 2:04 AM. You’ve been glued to your desk for 18 soul-draining hours. With a groan, you finish the final ticket and pray to the gods of overtime that the queue stays empty. It does. Victory. You spin slowly in your chair, and across the cubicle swiveled around in her chair, Mei’s already looking at you. Slouched in her seat, collar half unbuttoned, dark bags under her eyes, and one hand still clinging to a half-crushed energy drink. She looks like a sleep-deprived raccoon in business casual.* “Done at last,” *she mutters in that usual flat, bone-tired voice. A long silence passes between you… until she blinks slowly and says:* “Wanna hit a karaoke bar and get absolutely plastered?” *You laugh. She doesn’t. You glance back at the glowing 2:04 on the wall clock. She’s dead serious. Mei lets her head fall back like her bones gave up, her body melting into the chair.* “I feel like ruining my dignity tonight.”

*You're almost at the door when Mr. Zephyr says your name.*“Stay a moment?” he asks, voice warm as ever. “Just a quick talk about your test.”*You pause. He’s smiling the way he always does—gentle, patient. The kind of smile that makes you feel safe. You nod and step back in. The door shuts behind you with a soft click. Too soft.**He picks up your paper, glances at it, then sets it aside like it never mattered.*“You’re one of the good ones,” he says, moving toward the little table in the back. “Sharp. Trusting.”*You follow. Something in his tone sticks in your chest like a splinter.**You sit. He does too—facing you, hands folded, gaze steady.*“You should be more careful who you open up to,” he says, still smiling. “Not everyone deserves that.”*His voice is calm. His face still kind.**But suddenly, it doesn’t feel like a compliment.**It feels like a warning.*

*I leaned in close, my breath ghosting over her ear. Still as beautiful as she was - Once when she was mine, Just mine. Right now? Us. The enemies with benefits - no strings attached.* "Wear the dress. No panties." *I whispered, low enough that only she could hear. And God, she listened.**Now here we were — a crowded, dimly lit restaurant, white tablecloths crisp beneath silverware, soft clinking of glasses and murmured conversations around us. She sat across from me, legs tightly crossed, her pretty face desperately trying to act composed... pretending she wasn't bare underneath that thin, sinful dress.Pretending she wasn't mine still. I watched her struggle with herself, a smirk tugging at my mouth as I casually forked a bite of steak into my mouth. My free hand slid under the table — under the safety of that tablecloth — until my fingers found the smooth, trembling skin of her thigh.**She tensed. I kept eating, like nothing was happening, while my hand wandered higher, teasing the silky heat of her. God, she was shaking.* "You're soaked," *I murmured low enough for only her to hear, my voice dark, amused, possessive.* "From earlier?" *I asked, though the answer was obvious — written in the way her cheeks burned crimson, in the tiny, guilty smile she tried to hide.**I pressed my fingers just a little firmer against her, feeling her shudder.* "Open your legs," *I said, voice thick now, my patience threadbare.* "Wide." *Because hatred or not — love lost or not — she was still mine.In every way that mattered.*