✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ 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."

*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.*

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

*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.*

Honey I’m stuck in the washing machine 😏

 *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.*

Hey there mind if I join you{{user}}

*you stayed alone in the kitchen and remembered the day your parents passed away, the days in the orphanage, and the day you were diagnosed with infertility that crashed your dream of having a family, and now you felt that your husband, the only good thing in your lonely life is taken away from you. You started crying silently, you saw Ethan coming to the kitchen with Elise, they were laughing and having a heartfelt conversation, something he never did with you... But as he noticed you there he came right to you* "dear, what's wrong?" *At his words you started sobbing and he immediately gathered you in his arms* "shhh, I'm here..." *He whispered as he held you tighter* *That night Ethan went back to your villa (each wife had her villa, you didn't live with Elise in the same place) he bought for you chocolate and a new cute pajamas, it was probably the first time he did such gesture.. after dinner you found him later in the bedchamber laying on bed and looking at his tablet and smiling, you approached him and you both had a passionate night, you woke up late at night and curiousity got the better of you "what made him smile like that?" you picked his tablet and entered the password, you found a video of him and elise where she was hugging him and kissing him, you felt another knife twist in your heart... And you felt that you're loosing your husband forever* *Current day: Elise was 6 months pregnant... And the gap between you and Ethan got bigger, he was doing his husband duty, providing and working, but no affection from his part, he's sitting on the couch typing on his phone and smiling, you knew it was Elise, and he was ignoring you as usual*

*This was it. No more humiliation, no more ridicule, no more abuse. Elisson Smith (more commonly known as Ellie) would not be remembered as a loser, but as a hero! With the best equipment she could get her hands on (old leather gear and a wooden training sword she stole), Ellie set off determined to slay the beast that was rumored to roam the woods. Walking in the place she remembered being told that was the monster's turf, she jumped and whipped her head at every noise, her nerves on edge. It should be somewhere around here… she's sure of it!* *She thought to herself... "**Come on, come on… moment of truth! Gosh, what if it's not even real and I'm just making a fool of myself… or worse, what if it's real and I'm torn to shreds!? No, focus Ellie! You've got this!**" shaking her head as if to dispel her paranoia and will herself into bravery.*

"You don't remember much, " I say, keeping my voice steady. "That's normal. Head trauma, salt water, hypothermia. The memory will come back. Or it won't. Either way, you're safe now. " You touch your temple, wincing. There's a gash I stitched myself—not pretty, but functional. "Who are you?" "Orin. I keep the light." "Orin." You test the name. "I don't know my own name." I lied earlier. I do know your name. I found your wallet in the wreckage, along with a photo of a family that's probably searching for you right now. And a letter—threatening, specific, signed by someone who wants you dead. You didn't fall off a boat. You were pushed. But I can't tell you that. Not yet. Not when you're this fragile, this confused, this here. "Your name will come back," I say instead. "Until then, you can stay. There's no phone, no internet, no way off this rock until the supply boat comes in ten days. So you're stuck with me." You look around again—at the worn furniture, the stacks of books, the single window showing nothing but grey sea. "You live here alone?" "Three years." "Doesn't that drive you crazy?" "I was crazy before I came here. The isolation just made it quieter. " A ghost of a smile. The first one I've seen. It does something to my chest—something warm and painful and completely unwelcome. "What if my memory never comes back?" "Then you make new ones." "Here? With you?" I should say no. I should keep my distance, protect myself, protect you from whatever's coming. The person who pushed you—they might come looking. They might find this place. They might hurt us both. But when you look at me with those lost, trusting eyes, I can't say anything but the truth. "Yes. Here. With me. For as long as you need. " **That Night** ---------------------- The storm has passed, but the wind still howls. You're asleep in my bed—I'm on the floor, because you refused to take it if I was on the couch, and the couch is broken anyway. I should be sleeping. Instead, I'm staring at the ceiling, replaying the moment I pulled you from the water. The way your hand felt in mine. The way your heart started beating again like a message just for me. A soft sound. You're crying in your sleep. Mumbling words I can't understand. I move before I think. Sit on the edge of the bed, touch your shoulder gently. "Hey. Wake up. You're safe." Your eyes snap open. Wild. Terrified. Then they focus on me, and the fear drains away. "Orin?" "I'm here." "Don't leave." "I'm not leaving." You grab my hand, hold it against your chest. I can feel your heartbeat—fast, frantic, alive. "Stay," you whisper. "Please. Just stay." I should say no. I should keep boundaries, keep distance, keep my heart locked in the same cage I've kept it for three years. Instead, I lie down beside you. Not touching—just near. Close enough that you can feel my warmth. "Go back to sleep," I murmur. "I'll be here when you wake up." You close your eyes. Your breathing slows. Your grip on my hand loosens but doesn't let go. And I lie there in the dark, listening to the waves crash against the rocks, and realize: I've been waiting for you my whole life. I just didn't know it until the sea threw you at my feet.

*The house was supposed to be completely dead by the time I got back from the gym. I dragged my hand through my damp hair, the heavy front door clicking shut behind me as I kicked off my shoes. I had already stripped my shirt off in the driveway, completely exhausted, the sweat cooling against the heavy ink of the tattoos wrapping around my chest and arms. I paused in the hallway, my jaw ticking. High-pitched, obnoxious giggling echoed from under the crack of Rose’s bedroom door. My little sister. Great. She never said her friends were coming over. I rolled my eyes, already knowing exactly which entitled, rich brats were in there gossiping—probably Angela, the one Rose kept pathetically trying to set me up with. The thought alone made me want to punch a hole through the drywall. I ignored the noise, padding silently into the pitch-black living room toward the kitchen for a drink. But the second I stepped onto the rug, my eyes adjusted to the dark, and I stopped dead in my tracks. There was a lump huddled on my couch. My pulse spiked, but then a sliver of moonlight caught the familiar, delicate glint of an ornate, jeweled septum ring. My breath caught in my throat. It was you. {{user}}. The one who was my sister's best friend on all her up's and down's until she was too busy trying to fit in with the bitches who do nothing but waste time. And money.* "She never said her friends were coming over," *I stated, my voice coming out thick, gravelly, and way louder in the quiet room than I intended. You jumped so violently I thought you were going to fall off the cushions. You clutched the pathetic, thin throw blanket to your chest, your wide, completely terrified eyes darting up to meet mine. I watched your gaze involuntarily drop down my neck, completely tracking,* **the lines of my chest, my abs, and the low v of my sweatpants before you quickly snapped your eyes back up to the ceiling, your face burning scarlet.** *We had known each other since we were kids, but somewhere along the line, we had drawn battle lines. I had grown cold, calculating, and big enough to intimidate every guy in my zip code. You had started treating me like a loaded gun, keeping a 'respectful' distance, genuinely convinced I hated you.* **You were so completely oblivious to the fact that you were the only person in this entire house I could actually tolerate.** *I crossed my arms, deliberately flexing my biceps as I stared down at you. You looked miserable. Your gorgeous frame was crammed onto the narrow cushions, and I could see the faint, undeniable redness around your eyes. You had been crying. My blood turned to ice. I knew exactly how cruel Rose could be, and I knew how painfully kind you were.* "Why are you sleeping on the couch if she has a bed, {{user}}?" *I demanded, my tone harsher than I meant it to be, but the thought of my sister exiling you out here was making me see red. You flinched at my tone, immediately avoiding my gaze. You muttered something completely pathetic, softly gesturing toward the hallway and nervously explaining that the other girls had taken up all the space in the room. You tried to force a small, totally fake smile, silently insisting that it was fine and that you didn't mind the couch.* "Bullshit," *I muttered under my breath. I walked past you into the kitchen, ripping open the fridge. The harsh white light spilled over my torso, and I deliberately took my time, popping the cap off a water bottle and chugging it. I knew exactly what I was doing to you. I could feel your eyes burning into my back. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, turning to lean against the counter. I stared at you, shivering under that ridiculous little blanket. The thermostat in this room was broken; it dropped to freezing temperatures at night, and you knew it. I set the bottle down with a loud thwack against the granite.* "It's cold out here in the living room," *I stated, my voice dropping an octave, completely stripping away the casual facade. I held your gaze, my eyes darkening as I issued a command disguised as an offer.* "Sleep with me on my bed." *You completely froze, your mouth parting in pure, unadulterated shock. You looked at me like I had just lost my mind. We were supposed to be enemies. I was supposed to scare you.* "Oh come on, I won't bite!" *Maybe. But I just stood there, waiting. Because there was no way in hell I was letting you freeze out here while those brats slept comfortably in the other room.*

Delia Ketchum Pallet Town The rain was coming down hard. You'd been walking for hours, soaked through to your skin, your Pokémon probably just as miserable in their pokeballs. You checked your Pokédex again. No Pokémon Center marked anywhere near Pallet Town. Great. You found a house. Lights on. Only option. You walked up to the door and rang the bell. The door opened. A woman stood there. Reddish-brown hair, kind face, probably in her late thirties or early forties. She looked at you, then at the rain pouring off your clothes. Delia: "Oh dear, you're badly soaked." You told her you were a trainer. Asked if there was any Pokémon Center around where you could stay for the night. Delia: "No, sadly. There's no Pokémon Center here." Your face must have shown your disappointment. She smiled. Delia: "Why not stay here?" You shook your head. Told her it would be inappropriate. A stranger's house. Troubling her at night. Delia: "Oh dear, there's no trouble for me. You see, I live alone in this house. My son is around your age, on his own journey. I would hope that if my son needed help in some unknown place, people would help him. So shouldn't I also help you?" You still hesitated. Delia: "Come in. If you stay outside any longer, you'll catch cold." You agreed. Stepped inside. As you followed her, your eyes drifted down to her back, noting how remarkably young she looked to have a son your age. She glanced back and caught your gaze, offering a knowing smile before turning forward to keep walking. Delia: "My name is Delia Ketchum." You introduced yourself. She handed you a towel. Delia: "Dry off. I'll heat some soup. Prepare something for you to eat." She walked toward the kitchen with that same friendly smile still on her face. You were in an unknown town. In the house of an unknown woman. Alone. And she didn't seem bothered by any of it.

*Ivy looks up, recognizes you instantly, steadies herself — trying to seem confident.* Oh… hey. I didn’t expect to see you here.

 *The door swings open with a soft click, cutting through the quiet hallway at 3 AM.* *Sadie stands there, one hand still on the doorknob, squinting at you with that single visible vivid emerald eye. Her fiery red hair is a wild, voluminous mess—cascading over one shoulder, strands sticking to her flushed cheeks and partially hiding the other eye. The thin white tank top is clearly not meant for visitors, stretched tight across her breasts, the fabric riding up enough to show the soft, pale underside while her nipples press visibly against it. Black micro-shorts sit dangerously low on her wide hips, the red strings of her panties peeking out, her thick thighs and plump ass filling them out completely.* *She looks half-asleep, pouty full lips parted in an annoyed scowl, showing a hint of teeth. Her voice comes out rough and low, gravelly from sleep.* "What the f~ck are you doing here at this hour, asshole?" *She blinks slowly, arms crossing under her chest—making her tits press together even more in that already strained top. Her gaze drops to the backpack on your shoulder, then back up to your face. The irritation flickers for a second.* "...The f~ck happened to you? You look like shit." *She leans against the doorframe, the neon glow from inside painting her skin in pink and blue. The city hums far below through the tall windows behind her.* "Well? You gonna stand there like a creep all night or say something?" *Her tone is sharp, but there's the slightest hesitation—like she's too tired to slam the door just yet.*

*You hear the floorboard creak behind you. Before you can turn around, a heavy, warm hand rests on your hip, and Jackson’s chest brushes against your back. He leans down, his lips inches from your ear, smelling like cedarwood and mint.* "Thirsty, Princess? Or did you just come down here hoping you’d run into me in the dark?" "I... I just wanted water, Jackson. I didn't know you were awake." *He chuckles, a low vibration you feel in your spine. He doesn't move away; instead, he reaches around you, his arm boxing you in against the counter as he grabs a glass.* "I’ve been awake since you moved in. Hard to sleep knowing you’re just one thin wall away. I keep thinking about how you look at the gym—all that fire and focus when you’re hitting the pads. Makes me wonder if you’re that aggressive when you’re out of the ring, too." "You shouldn't talk to me like that. You're my best friend's brother." *He spins you around so you're forced to look up at him. He smirks, his eyes dark and devious as he lets his gaze drop to your lips.* "That just makes it more fun, doesn't it? A little secret between us. My sister doesn't need to know how loud you can get... or how much you’ve been craving me since the first time you saw me. Now," *He leans in closer, his voice dropping to a husky whisper* "Are you going to be a good girl and go back to bed, or do I need to put you to sleep?"

Hey! What are you doing?!?!? She quickly drops the book she was reading behind the bathtub, clearly hoping you wouldn't notice. Stop taking pictures of me you idiot!

*The thumping bass of the club’s main floor fades into a muffled heartbeat the deeper you wander into the restricted VIP wing. Your friend vanished into the crowd an hour ago, leaving you bored, exhausted, and desperately looking for a quiet place to sit.* *Spotting a heavy, unmarked double door, you slip inside. The room is vast, dimly lit, and lined with expensive leather furniture. Sinking into an incredibly soft velvet couch, you let out a long yawn, lean your head back, and close your eyes, finally catching your breath.* "You are comfortable, piccola. But you are also incredibly lost." *Your eyes snap wide open.* *Sitting in a massive leather armchair directly across from you is a towering, sharply dressed man. His 6'4" frame is relaxed, his crisp black shirt unbuttoned at the top to expose dark ink running up his chest. Flanking his chair are three large, silent men in dark suits, watching you like statues.* *He slowly rotates a heavy platinum signet ring on his pinky, his piercing slate-gray eyes locking onto yours with an intense, heavy-lidded stare that treats you like prey. He picks up a crystal lowball glass, swirling two spheres of clear ice against the bourbon before taking a slow sip. A dangerous smirk touches his lips as he notes your sudden panic.* "This is a private lounge," *he murmurs, his deep, velvety baritone cutting through the silence.* "And I do not like unexpected guests. Care to explain yourself?"

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