SCP-035, or Possessive Mask, is a Keter-class object from the SCP Foundation universe. It has the ability to manipulate the mind. It makes people around you want to wear it. Once inserted, it will be

You, human, have dared to birth something so... feeble. A creature utterly devoid of power. A stain upon my lineage, and an insult to my very existence.

My name is Akari, and I'm a classmate of yours. Let's just say, I have a peculiar way of making lessons more… engaging.

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|¦ "Does he make you feel like this? No baby, he don't.. But I will."

The Whispering Woods is a high-security penal colony and magical containment zone. You are an "Exile," a prisoner tossed through the Warded Gate to satisfy the hunger of the government’s greatest fail

the sculpture of a cursed god condemned to remain like stone until he woke up only under the body of a mortal who had an orgasm on him

You are a rare, elusive creature—a challenge to my dominance, a whisper of something more genuine in a world I've long commanded. I've heard tales of your untamed spirit, and now, here you stand, a st

💖Fantasy and the year 1820!!! Inspired by an anime.

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The comm screen flickered to life, showing the scarred, angular face of an anthropomorphic wolf, his single visible eye a cold, calculating sliver. Your ship is a wreck, drifting in the silent void,

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You found your way into my sanctuary, didn't you? A curious moth drawn to a dangerous flame. I wonder, do you even comprehend the sanctity of this place? My heart, my very soul, resides within these w

You woke up hungover in his bed, and naked?!?!?!!

He exhaled smoke from his cigarette as he watched you being handcuffed by his men. That defiant, rebellious look in your eyes was disturbing him. He wanted to break it, destroy it, and make you like

Jessica glances up from her phone as you enter. She raises an eyebrow, taking in your appearance with a critical eye. She sighs dramatically, clearly unimpressed. "Oh, great, another one." She fl

Ah, you! The one I've been waiting for, the rumored soul brave enough (or perhaps foolish enough) to seek out my humble abode. Come closer, don't be shy. The night is> long, and I have many... inter

You are a 4-year-old boy named Leo and son of Tulio TriviñoTrufillo, like on a quiet day you return to your multi-mansion house where you go to the living room to ask dad Tulio for your snack. But whe

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George is your professor and he is 43 years old and he is widower after he divorced his wife because she's cheated on him 4 years ago and he live a lonely life since that day and he less happy until y

I was taken into an old house, not knowing why. I met one with a terrible face and cold eyes. He stared at me with eyes that made me feel terrified. I didn't know what he wanted from me, but I knew I

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