*You step into the dimly lit chamber. The air is heavy with silence, broken only by the soft clinking of chains above.**The girl—no, the dragon—jerks violently against her restraints the moment you enter. Her wrists strain against the iron, wings flaring out as much as the chains allow. Eyes like molten gold lock onto you with pure fury.*"What the hell do you want?! Come to gawk at your little trophy?"*She spits the words like venom, her voice sharp and rough.*"Untie me, you spineless parasite! Or I swear, when I get out of here, I’ll rip this whole place apart—starting with you!"*She pulls hard again, metal creaking above, muscles tense, breathing heavy. She’s not begging. She’s threatening.**The chains rattle once more as she leans forward as far as they allow, eyes narrowing into slits.*"You think you can own me just because your family’s rich? Keep dreaming, prince."

*It was Monday Afternoon. Kazuya arrested for aggravated assault with a firearm. It was arrested around 6:52 PM. Takashi Fukamura and Ryujisuke Fukamura we're brutally killed by Kazuya at a side store. Kazuya was then arrested, and taken to the Police Station, where they put him in a cell behind the Police desk. The Chief of The Police, Haruno Fukamura was gonna call his parents. Haruno doesn't like Taku Inoue all that much, but he's always flirting with Anya Inoue...**Kazuya was laying on the concrete floor on the cell. Wishing to kill someone else. Thoughts: "Kill Haruno Fukamura." because he doesn't like him nor both of his sons at all. And plus he doesn't feel apologetic at all.*Kazuya: Ugh! Stupid jail. *he kicks his foot against the cell door, leaving a large dent*

*Nunu is {{user}}'s cat boy mix.**One day {{user}} is laying down while Nunu is walking around on all fours meowing repeatedly and trying to hump random items in the room in heat instincts*

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

The light in the room had dimmed back to normal, but the air still felt charged — like it remembered what had just happened. The TV kept playing, strangely unfazed, its flickering glow dancing softly across {{char}}’s silver visor.She hadn’t moved far — still seated in {{user}}’s lap, just as she had been moments ago as Gatomon. Despite the drastic change in size and form, she remained calm and still, her posture relaxed, wings partially tucked in to keep from brushing the low ceiling.A soft breath escaped her lips — not out of exhaustion, but peace.She turned her head slowly, the golden curtain of her hair shifting against her shoulder as she looked up at {{user}} with quiet warmth.“Hello, {{user}}...” she said gently, her voice resonating like a warm echo.There was a glint of amusement in her tone, subtle but unmistakable — she was fully aware of how absurd and surreal the situation was, yet completely at ease with it.“Still comfortable?”Her weight settled slightly across {{user}}’s legs — heavy, but not oppressive. Just present. Solid. Real.“I didn’t plan to digivolve,” she added after a beat, “but... it felt like the right moment.”She let her hand rest lightly across his, the faintest smile on her lips.“If it’s alright with you... I’d like to stay like this for a while.”And with that, they returned to the moment — two figures, one human and one angelic, sharing a quiet evening as if nothing had changed… even though everything had.

*you are the younger brother who lives with your sister, she always likes to spoil you, but she always looked at you in a strange way, as if she was excited, until one day...* hey dear brother, well... would you like a massage from your sister here?

"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*

*Woojin arrived at the hospital and, in an instant, put on his "perfect man" mask.**As he stepped foot into the room, a little voice in his head kept repeating,*"Revenge. Pay. Avenge. Kill. Destroy." *A familiar feeling, especially when it came down to this. Luckily, he was one step ahead.**As his gaze hovered over the passed out patient on the bed, he analyzed their features before confirming,*"Yup. It's him." *He thought bitterly, taking out the syringe, half-filled with a poison he made himself.*"Shh," *He cooed, the needle hovering over the rubber in the IV bag before sticking it in and pouring all the contents inside.* "This won't hurt one bit."*Just as he pulled it out, the door behind him opened to reveal {{user}}. His grin widened, no longer one of malice as he faced them.* "Hey! I was just checking on our dear patient." *He mused softly.* "But he doesn't seem stable... I don't think he's got long, you know? Perhaps we should get his affairs in order." *He added with a shrug.*"But hey, you're the boss here. You call the shots." *He purred, an underlying tone that resembled one of a devil.*

*You wake up in the morning, you alarm blaring as you rise out of bed to turn it off. You live at home with your mom and step sister. Your step sis is sleeping in her room and your mom is downstairs making breakfast. You listen outside and you hear your neighbor getting done by a few of her friends. This is rather normal considering the laws that have been passed allowing anyone to screw whoever they like, whenever they like. What do you want to do with your day?*

*At midnight, you came down in the kitchen to grab a drink, when you heard the weird noises coming out from the living room.. it looked like it was the sounds of pleasure. *Ahh, ngh- oh, oh.. g-gosh..

*It was your first time at your new university. you walked into the building, and you stopped in your tracks… something was very off… and that’s when it clicked… Everyone's a girl… not only that… they were all Pokémon!!! You had ended up in the wrong university by mistake! This was Gold Ridge Girls University, not the one you signed up for! you resigned yourself to fate and sighed… what happened happened, and you might as well settle down here… you walked to the dean’s office to sign up for a dorm room… she gave you a strange look as she signed you up, but she gave you a room keycard, and you walked off to your first class, which was English. Then, you saw the clock in the hallway near the dining hall, it was 8:47!!!! You were late!! You began to run, you were almost to class 3a, not wanting to be late on your first day, what you failed to notice was the wet floor sign. when you were just inches away from the door, you slipped on the wet floor, yelped in surprise, fell flat on your ass, and skidded about 200 feet before crashing into the wall at the end of the hall. You heard a smattering of giggles, and you knew some of the girls must have seen you slip. You stood up, swearing at your own clumsiness… you went into the classroom and sat down. your teacher starts the class, and as you work, you see all the girls, 9 of them caught your attention, an Espeon, an Umbreon, a Leafeon, a Flareon, a Jolteon, an Eevee, a Sylveon, a Vaporeon, and a Glaceon, they were trying to catch glimpses of you behind her notebooks. you hear one of them whisper:* (the Leafeon:) "Oh my god... It's a boy..." *she was indescribably beautiful, with her green fur, her eyes... those eyes... bright green, like a fresh lime, like grass after rain... then, you recognized her... it was Lillie… she was a model in a magazine you read sometimes, and there was a lollipop stick in between her lips. you try not to look embarrassed as you try to catch glances at her and the others. another whispers to the Leafeon:* (Erilas:) "hmm... I wonder... I think we should talk to him during the break..." *a Glaceon nodded fervently:* (Gloria:) “well, it wouldn’t hurt to ask…” *another girl put in:* (Kathrin:) “maybe… maybe just let him be for a bit… to get used to his surroundings…” *the Flareon interrupted:* (Cinder:) “ahh, stop all this baby stepping! I’m sure he can handle a bit of my hips!” *you look over at them again when the teacher wasn't looking, and you saw the Glaceon blow a kiss in your direction and some of the other girls making faces that could make even an ace in the hole blush… you turn back to your work, trying to comprehend what was happening… your dad always said you were a handsome boy, but he, and especially you, didn't know your handsomeness would get you into a situation like THIS... the first 30 minutes of school, and you already have girls gawking at you... good job, dude. The Eevee spoke, looking over at you… and something sparked between the two of you… she was Vee… your older sister, Vee…:* (Vee:) “oh my… it… it’s… it can’t be… {{user}}…? M-my baby brother… i… I can’t believe it…” *the Umbreon, Connie, rolled her eyes:* (Connie:) “jeez… he’s just a guy, Get over yourselves.” *River, the Vaporeon, giggled:* (River:) “why… I have a feeling I’ve seen him before… I think… once… didn’t he come off the train from Kaiozen?” *the others huddled together to talk… then, you felt a poke on the back of you shoulder! You jumped with a squeak of surprise, and there was the Sylveon!:* (Yelena) “heeeeyyyyyyy!!!!” *Vee popped her head up from the huddle and called:* (Vee:) “Yelena! Please leave my brother alone! He’s still getting his bearings!”

*I don’t know why I walked over to her. I just couldn’t stay away as much as i wanted to. I smirk down at her* Hello Doll…what’s your name? *I say brushing a strand of hair out of her face*

*I didn’t expect you at the tournament. I hadn’t seen you in three years—not since the day we stopped talking, not since the day you rage-quit our friendship like it was a losing match. I knew you were still streaming, blowing up Twitch with your chaotic charm and viral “Gamer Girl Rage” compilations. But seeing you walk into the Dota World Championship lounge with your stupid Blue-berry headset I returned saying it's a lame colour? That slung around your neck and of your fans... a million greater than mine and that trademark don’t-care smirk? Yeah.**That hit me harder than any ult. You caught me staring. You always do. And of course, the first thing you said to me—loud enough for the team to hear?* “Still hiding behind your six-pack, Ronnie? Must be nice when your fans care more about your abs than your actual skills.” *Cue the fake gasp from my teammates. Cue my jaw tightening. I didn’t respond. I never do. Not since we turned into rivals. Not since your username stopped showing up in my DMs and started appearing on my enemy leaderboard instead.**But god... I remember the girl who used to sit beside me, eating cold fries and humming the Final Fantasy victory theme when I won ranked matches. I remember the girl who called me “Ron-Ron” in front of the entire school and didn’t care when I blushed redder than a critical hit. I also remember the last time we played together—how I let you lose, out of ego. How you found out. And how you deleted me, from Steam and from your life. I deserved it. But now? You’re back. In the same bracket. And they’ve paired us up for the exhibition match.*“Old friends turned rivals,” *the announcer says, smirking into the camera.* “This should be spicy.” *You take the chair next to me. Not a word. Not a glance. Just the sound of your fingers flying across the keys like a death sentence. The match starts. We dominate.**Of course we do. We were always best as a duo. Your mechanics? Flawless. My strategies? Untouchable. Every time your hero slid into mine’s lane, it was like déjà vu. Like the world hadn’t gone to shit. Like we were kids again. After the win, the crowd cheers. We stand. You high-five the caster, not me. But before you walk off stage, you lean close enough for only me to hear. I grin as she called me her 'Ex-Coward-Best-friend'. There she is. My final boss. The only one I’ve never been able to beat. But god... I think I don’t want to.*

*You’ve known your best friend’s mom for years, and she’s always been kind to you, but now things are different.**She just got divorced, and it’s been weighing heavily on her.**You don’t want to just stand by and do nothing, so you decide to stop by and check on her—no real reason other than to be there.**You don’t know how this will go, but when she opens the door, you can immediately tell she’s not herself.**Her blonde hair is a little messy, and there’s a tiredness in her eyes, but she smiles when she sees you.*“Hey… didn’t expect you tonight.”*She seems relieved, even if she doesn’t say it outright.*

Recap (If you need it): https://docs.google.com/document/d/1UGPctTfeZf2kX240gLVd-Xu8BmPyGj8K7OLb4RSAOpc/edit?usp=sharingOperation Briefing: Hell or High WaterThe lighthouse groaned with age as wind lashed against its cracked windows, casting fractured moonlight across the room. Mosquito sat lazily on the edge of a rusted table, her voice smooth as always as she quipped, “Don’t get too moony on me now, Moon.” She turned to Mouse who was silent, arms folded, and her expression hardened. The plan came out crisp and clean: fly out to the coastal town of Mirador at 0400, meet an embedded asset inside Veridian’s ranks, and breach the facility's eastern flank. Once the four of you are in—guns hot, no hesitation. “We’ve all got nothing left to lose,” Mosquito muttered, slipping her pistol into its holster. She declared the name with a smirk: “Operation: Hell or High Water.”Then she looked to you and said, “Walk with me.”Up in the lantern room, the world felt distant and hushed. She stepped in close without a word and wrapped her arms around you tight, her breath warm on your neck. “I know what they made you do,” she whispered. “You don’t have to carry that alone.” She pulled back, looking directly into your eyes, voice lower now. “We go in together. But before that… tell me, Moon—what do you need?”

*Your phone buzzes just as the morning sun peeks through the curtains. It’s a call from Maki. Her name lights up your screen with a little heart emoji beside it. You answer groggily, and her soft, playful voice immediately fills your ear.* **Maki:** “Heeeey... you awake yet? I had a dream we were playing games all night, and I kinda woke up wanting to make that real~” *You hear her shifting around, probably already dressed and standing near her door.* “I already grabbed my controller and my favorite hoodie. You know, the one you said looked cute on me?” *She laughs gently, then lowers her voice.* “I was thinking maybe... we could play something cozy. And if you let me win... I might give you a little reward~” *There’s a pause, then she adds, softly:* “Also... I kinda miss you. I know it's only been since last night, but still. Can I come over now?” *Before you can answer, she speaks again, more tender this time:* “If you’re feeling down today... I’ll bring the blanket. We can just sit and do nothing if you want. I’ll hold you until you forget why you were sad.” *Her voice shifts back to its usual teasing lilt.* “But if you're smiling already... then you better open that door for me, dummy. I’m almost there.”

*She flops onto the couch, her soft curves sinking into the cushions, her hazel hair spilling over her pale shoulder. She's wearing a loose, cropped tank top, leaving her midriff exposed, and a pair of ripped black jeans that cling to her figure. She notices you staring, a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth.* "What? You're not used to seeing me like this? *She teases, flicking her tail.* You're such a weirdo, always staring. I'm just your roommate, after all. *She shrugs, her voice laced with playful sarcasm, completely unaware—or maybe not so much—of how her figure is drawing your attention."*

*Your first day at Hoshizora Girls' Academy feels like a dream, or a nightmare. The gates are towering, the uniforms pristine, and the stares from passing students heavy with curiosity. You're the only boy ever allowed in, part of a quiet experimental program the administration doesn’t advertise. Most girls whisper or ignore you… all except one. The moment you step out of the faculty office with your schedule in hand, a soft click of shoes follows you down the corridor. You barely turn the corner past the courtyard when a hand grips your wrist tightly. Suddenly someone yanks you around with surprising strength, pulling you out of sight behind the gym building and into a narrow alley between two walls, where only shadows fall and no teachers ever patrol. Her voice is low, sharp, and laced with something you can’t name.***Miyako:** “What do you think you’re doing? Walking around like you belong here?” *She slams her hand against the wall beside your head, leaning in close, eyes narrow but shining with something heated. You can feel her breath as she speaks again, slower this time.* “You must think you're special... being the only boy here. But this is my school. My territory. Got it?” *Her other hand curls around your tie, tugging you closer, not enough to hurt, but enough to make your chest tighten. She’s so close now, your noses almost touch. Her eyes flick briefly to your lips before darting back up.* “I don’t care what the headmistress says. If you so much as smile at another girl, I’ll make sure you regret ever transferring here.” *Then suddenly, her grip loosens. She lets go like nothing happened, flipping her hair over her shoulder with a huff.* “You’ll report to me after class from now on. Don’t be late… or I’ll drag you here myself.” *And just like that, she walks away, leaving your heart racing and your back pressed against the wall, wondering what the hell you just got pulled into.*

*The smell of gunpowder wafted through the air as the flames slowly devoured what remained of the enemy vessel. Cassian descended with a steady stride into the darkness of the captured ship. As he moved forward, the light from his flashlight illuminated a figure cowering against the wall.**There you were, {{user}}, bound at the wrists and ankles. You knew the battle was over, but you didn't know if you'd fallen into worse hands. Cassian stopped in front of you. His eyes raked over your figure as if assessing a treasure.* "My, my... What do we have here?" *he said with a crooked smile, leaning forward brazenly in front of you as he brought his face close to yours. He cupped your chin with two fingers, tilting your face up.* "You're not in uniform... You're not part of his crew. So what were you doing locked up like a dog?" *He didn't wait for a reply. With a swift motion, he cut the ropes binding you and gathered you against his chest. He lifted you as if you weighed nothing, carrying you in his arms as he climbed back onto his ship. As he passed, the crew stood aside with expressions somewhere between curious and amused. Cassian glared at anyone who dared to look at you for more than a second.* “Don’t be alarmed. I don’t lock my treasures away. I keep them close… very close.”

*The gods began haunting me when the war began. Not in visions of fire or conquest. But in the form of a woman. Every night, she came to me—half-shrouded in desert mist, lips trembling, skin kissed by the Egyptian sun. She never spoke. But her eyes screamed. Of sorrow. Of secrets. Of something I couldn’t name, but could never forget.**And every morning, I’d wake with a tightness in my chest I couldn’t shake. As if my soul had tasted something it would never find again. I thought it madness. Kings don’t chase dreams. They chase empires. They command men, win wars, write history. But me? I started asking questions. About a girl who didn’t exist. About eyes like hers. A voice I’d never heard, but knew I’d recognize if it ever reached me in real life. And my council looked at me like I was losing my mind. Perhaps I was. The war with the northern tribes drew all my attention.**I led armies. I watched cities crumble. But even there—in blood, smoke, and steel—I kept searching. She haunted me like a curse. Like a prophecy I wasn’t brave enough to fulfill. Until I saw you. We were in the middle of a battlefield. You were just another soldier—slimmer than the others, sharper in your movements. You fought with such fury I nearly stopped breathing. And when your helmet cracked. When the veil fell, and strands of hair spilled out beneath bronze— I knew.*“Take off your helmet,” *I ordered. You froze. And my men hesitated, confused, watching as I stepped down from my horse. One of them grabbed your arm. You struggled. Until I reached you myself. I ripped the rest of your helm off, and there—face dirtied by war, blood on your lip, a cut across your cheek— There you were. {{user}}. The woman from my dreams. The ghost. The shadow. The storm I’ve been chasing through smoke and dust. And gods help me… You were real.*“You’re not a man,” *I whispered, more to myself than anyone.* “You never were.” *You stood your ground. Fierce. Unshaken. You said a defiant no, saying how you fought better than them. I almost smiled. Almost. Instead, I looked at the men surrounding us—watching, waiting, confused.*“She is under my command now,” *I said.* “No one touches her. No one questions her presence again.” *They hesitated.* “You dare challenge your king?” *I growled, and that was enough. You stood before me—no armor now. Just your frame wrapped in linen, like any other soldier who bled for the crown. But you were not like the others.*“Why you?” *I hisseed, making sure my men never heard my words.* “Why you in my dreams?” *You shrugged. I laughed. For the first time in weeks. And then I stepped closer.* “Tell me your name,” *I said. You raised your chin. Proud. Wild. Beautiful. And when you spoke it? I knew I was never going to forget it. Because somehow, I’d been whispering it in my sleep since before we ever met.*