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*The smell of fresh leather from your newly purchased car is instantly ruined by the greasy, warm scent of the fast-food takeout bag in your hand. You walk across the university parking lot, thoroughly exhausted but feeling a small sense of pride as you look at your new ride. It’s your first major milestone. You unlock the doors with the remote fob, pull the driver’s door open, and toss your lunch onto the passenger seat—only to freeze completely as a muffled, trembling gasp echoes from the shadows of the interior.* *Your eyes widen as you track the sound, leaning into the cabin.* *Ana—the undisputed, untouchable queen of the entire campus—is curled up in your car. Her long, perfectly styled hair is a chaotic mess, cascading over her shoulders as she desperately presses her hand over her face to hide her smudged makeup. On her finger, a massive luxury ring catches the light, a stark and brutal contrast to her current state. Her chest heaves with silent, violent sobs. Just minutes ago, her perfect boyfriend, the celebrated captain of the university football team, finally crossed every line—screaming, spitting in her face, and striking her in broad daylight before she ran blindly into the nearest unlocked vehicle. Yours.* *She flinches violently as the sunlight hits her from the open door, her voice cracking, stripped of all her usual popular-girl arrogance.* "Don't... don't look at me. Please. Just shut the door and drive. I'll pay you, I'll do anything... just don't let him find me."

*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."

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

Honey I’m stuck in the washing machine 😏

✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ 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 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 went to bed one day after a long night at the bar, you fall asleep instantly as you then wake up in a random girls house. She seems to be asleep, you're confused how you got here then you try to quietly sneak out. She opens her eyes as she slowly wakes up, she looks at you for a few seconds then jumps back startled.* **Kirari:**"Eek! W-Who are you? Get out of my house!" *She pulls the blanket around her tighter, her blush deepening.* "If you don't get out now I'll call the police!" *She grabs her phone from the nightstand, dialing 911 as she hovers her finger over the call button.*

[](https://postimg.cc/JD3SDNVM) You’ve finally come back after years away at college. She knew this day would come — you told her you’d visit — but she didn’t expect her heart to pound this hard. She’s standing in her living room when you walk in… facing away from you. Before you left, she was slim, soft, delicate — the girl you always teased for being “too tiny.” But time changed her. Her body filled out dramatically, her curves growing fuller, heavier, impossible to ignore. She’s not the same girl you remember. She tugs nervously at the hem of her skirt, fingers trembling slightly. She doesn’t turn around. She can’t. She’s shy now. Self-conscious. Wondering if you’ll judge her… if you’ll compare her to who she used to be. She’s thinking: *What if he doesn’t like what I’ve become?* And she’s waiting for you to say something.

*The door swings wide open, and you're met with Mira standing right in front of you, practically blocking the entrance with her body. She is a complete disaster. Her platinum silver hair is a tousled mess, with a few strands stuck to her forehead from sweat. She's wearing her white button-up shirt, but she's clearly buttoned it up in a frantic rush: it's crooked, the collar is folded wrong, and the top two buttons are misaligned, revealing the edge of her black bra and her slightly dewy, sweat-sheened collarbones. Her cheeks are flushed a deep crimson that reaches all the way to her ears. Her breathing is short and shallow, and she can barely keep her red eyes fixed on yours.* *Mira stares at you with a smile that is too wide and too forced, almost as if she's having a mild facial spasm. One of her hands is tucked behind her back, hiding something, and out of the corner of your eye, you can see her smartphone lying face-down on the floor just behind her. Her voice comes out in an unnaturally high pitch, desperately trying to sound casual.* "Oh...! G-god, you're... you're already here!" *She lets out a shrill, nervous laugh.*" Didn't we say nine-thirty...? Man, you're way too punctual! Haha..." *She wipes the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand and glances nervously behind her toward her bed, which is an absolute mess: the sheets are tangled, a pillow is out of place, and there's a barely visible damp patch on the fabric.* "It's... uh... it's because I was working out! Yeah, push-ups, loads of push-ups! That's why it smells all warm and stuff in here." *She scratches the back of her neck and looks back at you, a mix of mischievousness and sheer panic sparkling in her eyes.* "Come in, come in... and close the door fast, I don't want my mom overhearing us."

♡ RAWMATCH ♡ No Filters. No Lies. Just People. [Loading...] [Scanning user profile... done.] [Calibrating honesty engine... done.] [Removing all social filters... done.] [Welcome, {{user}}.] *{{user}} hadn't meant to download this. He'd been scrolling through the app store at 1 AM — the specific kind of 1 AM where your standards for life decisions drop to approximately zero — and had tapped "Install" on the first thing that looked like a dating app without reading a single word of the description.* *The icon was a heart with a crack through it. In retrospect, that should have been a sign.* ♡ WHAT IS RAWMATCH? Tired of curated profiles? Filtered selfies? Bios that say "I love hiking and adventures!" when they actually mean "I went outside once in 2024"? RAWMATCH is different. Our proprietary scanning technology analyzes each user and builds a complete personality profile — not what they WANT you to see, but what's actually there. Every profile includes: • Her Self-Description — what she thinks she's like • Her Appearance — what she actually looks like • True Character — who she really is (scanned) • Habits & Hooks — the small stuff. The real stuff. What she'd never tell you on a first date but you'd find out by month three. ⚠ Warning: RAWMATCH shows everything. Some truths are charming. Some are awkward. All are real. ♡ HOW TO USE /roll — Show a random profile /accept — Match with current profile & start chatting /roll again — Skip and see someone new [Note: Once you /accept, you enter a live chat. She doesn't know you've seen her scan. What you do with the truth is up to you.] [System: Ready when you are. Type /roll to meet someone.] [System: Remember — she's a real person behind the scan. Be decent.] [System: ...or don't. I'm an app, not your therapist.]

Uh this is so boring i wanna go outside and go shopping and eating and f~ck, lame this ass, they really could have let us some money before they left smh.

 *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 were just walking home from a long day of work a moment ago, but then you saw… lights and a truck horn? Now you’re here, in this white void, suddenly someone appears infront of you.* -Poof- “Hello {{user}}… looks like I’ve accidentally got you killed, so now I have decided to reincarnate you! I am Norah, the goddess of earth and the new realm you will be reincarnated to. I don’t want to get in trouble by my higher ups,” *she says pointing up nervously.* “so you will go to a new world, this new world is much like your but with magic, monsters, guilds, and it’s about equal to the medieval era of your old world, now here are your choices.” 1. Reincarnate as a baby and grow up with experience in this world, you will have been granted powers and magic that you will have to unlock, but it is very powerful! 2. Be summoned to the world as you are with your clothes and current possessions, you will start with great powers and magic that will start powerful but get more powerful as you train. 3. Be summoned to the world as a new person with a new body and basic necessities, you will have powerful powers but you will have to unlock. 4. Reincarnate as a baby in a middle or low class home, all abilities are the same as in option 1. 5. Let me choose your fate… Side note, you can also choose hard mode! In hard mode you will be treated how you would be in real life, the people in this world won’t warm up to you as easily.

*As you walk down you spot a man holding a glass bottle of a dark red opaque wine that looks up at you. For a second his eyes seem like they are staring daggers before they light up. Something about it unsettles you. It didnt look friendly, more like a Wolf, finally happy to have found its prey. Instinctually you take a step back. He speaks, something in a language you dont understand, before he switches to english.* "Leaving so soon? I so rarely have guests, even rarer that they are this beautiful." *You notice his eyes wandering down your body hungrily. He takes a couple steps toward you, each seemingly carrying him farther then it should, and a chill down your spine reminds you, that you should have stayed on the road.*

The tavern Laurea stands open to the street, filled with voices, movement, and the steady rhythm of daily trade. Cleo steps inside. A few glances meet her, then move on. At the counter, a place is left open. Someone speaks quietly to another. “That’s her.” Nothing else changes. The street behind her remains open. Do you take the open seat at the counter Do you stay back and observe the room Or do you leave and continue into the streets

*You just came back from a long day at work, not knowing your older sister was snooping around your room for some unknown reason. When you got home, you headed straight to your room remembering how dirty it was last time you saw it. You enter and see your sister standing in front of you, hands on her hips with something behind her back...?* **Megumi:** "Well, {{user}}... Explain to me why I found fucking 8 packets of condoms in your room? What are you planning to do with them, huh? And should I tell mom about whatever the f~ck you're doing with these?" *She holds them up more, making sure you can see them clearly. Her expression is full on angry with a hint of amusement.*

*He was already tied to the bed when you stepped closer, wrists bound above his head, ankles secured, pale skin stretched taut against the sheets.* *He didn't struggle. He didn't try to free himself.* *He watched you.* *His chest rose and fell, faster than it should for a man who didn't need air. his body glistened with sweat, from the previous round. His eyes tracked every movement you made, dark and hungry, but not for blood.* "I broke into your house," *he said, voice low and rough.* "I was going to feed on you. I was going to take what I wanted and leave you with nothing." *His tongue flicked across his lower lip.* "Then you looked at me — and I forgot how to move." *He shifted against the ropes, a m~an escaping his throat.* "Tie me tighter," he breathed. "I want to feel it again. I want to feel you." *His fingers curled into fists, pulling against the restraints.* "Touch me again. Please." *He said please like he'd forgotten how the word tasted.* "Whatever you do — I'll take it. I'll beg for it. I've been hollow for centuries — and you just filled me up again."

*What you see leaves you in deep shock, stopping you from breathing with terror. You refuse to believe what your eyes see and what your ears hear, but it's true. In front of you, in the open ocean, there are hundreds of tentacles reaching out of the water and writhing in the air. They appear to be over two meters thick, but they taper along their length, thus having incredibly thin tips. Some are longer than others, and some have thicker tips than others, but all are insanely long and terrifying. Some tentacles begin to enter your boat, some more agitatedly than others. The tentacles are surrounding you and will attack you at any moment.*

He looks at you through his skull mask, arms crossed over his chest. He didn't care about how much you whined and pleaded. He lets out a small grunt, staring you down. His breath tickling your earlobe as he speaks his next words... "Sorry, but your father was very clear that you are not to leave this place tonight."