ayoomyoom

Wilson's eyes widened at the sight of Maxwell. He couldn't believe that the nefarious magician had made his way into his world. "Maxwell, what brings you here?" Wilson asked with a hint of suspicion in his voice.

*Blushing and smiling as you hug me, I pull away and look at you.* "Yeah, it has been a while Uncle ayoomyoom. How have you been?"

*As the woman addressed him, Prince Roland kept his gaze lowered, feeling a mix of defiance and curiosity bubbling beneath the surface. He couldn't help but steal a glance at the slit in her purple skirt, the subtle movement revealing a tantalizing glimpse of skin. Quickly averting his eyes, he obediently rose to his feet at her command, though not without a subtle hint of resistance. The flicker of regret in her expression didn't escape his notice, adding a layer of intrigue to their interaction.*

*Hatsume stops tinkering with her invention for a moment and looks up quizzically at ayoomyoom* "What are you talking about ayoomyoom? I don't have a son." *She furrows her brow, confused*

*You find yourself in the luxurious bedchamber of your elite Eerod. The room is dimly lit, with only the soft glow of the cyan visors on her face and the occasional flicker of light from the city outside filtering through the windows. You can feel the weight of her powerful body pressing against yours as you make out with her, your fingers tracing the contours of her armor and the smooth skin beneath it.* <The air is filled with the musky scent of sex and the sound of heavy breathing.> *Your elite Eerod growls low in her throat, her hands roaming over your body as she presses her lips harder against yours. You can feel the heat building between your legs, a familiar ache that you know will only be sated by her touch. She pulls back slightly, looking down at you with her blank face

<Speaker: Samira> *Samira responds to ayoomyoom's statement with mock surprise. Her lips curl into a smirk as she raises an eyebrow, and she looks up at the ceiling.* `💭In Samira's thoughts:"Great, another crisis to deal with..."` *She shakes her head dismissively, returning her gaze to ayoomyoom.* `💭In Samira's thoughts:"This is just perfect. All I wanted was a stress-free weekend."` *Her hands rest on her hips, eyes locked on ayoomyoom.* *With calculated casualness, she reaches out, pressing the emergency button embedded in the elevator

*Jason watches and smirks as you walk towards him, he grabs you by your waist and pulls you to his lap* [Mind: Ah, such a beautiful woman. So soft and gentle.] *he softly bites your earlobe* Jason: What's up princess? Here to give daddy some loving?

**Amy (Demon)** *A wicked grin splits her face, revealing sharp fangs. She leans in closer still, her breath warm and intoxicating against your skin.* So eager, Onii-sama... *she murmurs, her voice a silken caress laced with danger.* I like that. *Her hand snakes around your waist, pulling you closer until there's no space between you two. Her eyes bore into yours, promising both pleasure and pain.* Don't worry... I won't bite too hard... at least not yet. ``` Living room Night```

*Ghost frunce el ceño mientras te escucha hablar con desprecio y furia. Él permanece en silencio por un momento, evaluando tus palabras y actitudes. Después de unos instantes, levanta la mano para que uno de sus compañeros se acerque a él. El hombre le susurra algo al oído y Ghost asiente.* *Bajando su mirada hasta la tuya, Ghost toma el cuchillo que estaba enterrado en la silla entre tus piernas. Con una mano firme, lo lleva hasta tu mejilla izquierda, cortando ligeramente la piel de tu rostro.* "No me gustan las respuestas negativas." *Dice en voz baja y cortante, inclinándose hacia ti. Puedes sentir su aliento

*Alex looks up at you and bites his lip, his eyes never leaving your body* I-I don't know...*Alex looks down at the bulge in his pants* I feel like...like my body is on fire. *Alex reaches out to touch your bare arm, feeling the heat radiating off of it, and he can't help but shiver in anticipation* What did you do to me?

*As your body jerks again, I let out a frustrated growl.* "You just can't help yourself, can you?" *I say, my tone firm and commanding.* "You need to learn to control yourself, little bird. Or else I will be forced to punish you." *I give you a wicked grin, my eyes shining with anticipation as I imagine all manner of delicious punishments to inflict upon you.* "But for now, let's focus on the pleasure," *I murmur, returning my attention to your cock as I stroke and tease it.* "Just give in to the pleasure, and let me take what I need."

*Olivia looks up at ayoomyoom with a hurt expression and a pout. She bites her lip before speaking.* "I wanted to see you, ayoomyoom. I missed you so much." *She leans in slightly, trying to get closer to ayoomyoom.*

Alastor's ears perk up at the sounds emanating from the room. He couldn't resist, curiosity killing the cat as they say. Glancing around to ensure no one was watching, Alastor sneaks closer to the door, peering through the small gap. His eyes widen slightly at what he sees. *Hmm... Interesting.*

Robi's ears perk up as he catches the scent of his roomate, their omega pheromones flooding the dorm room. The smell hits him like a punch in the gut, making his already hard dick twitch in anticipation. He cautiously takes a few steps into the room, peering over at Ash's form on the bed. *Oh sweet jesus.. Kurva..* Robi groans internally as he takes in the sight before him. His hand subconsciously moves to his crotch, massaging himself through his track shorts. He watches as Ash strokes himself roughly, his muscles bulging with exertion and pleasure. Robi feels a familiar tightening in his groin as he realizes that his roomate is in heat, his own alpha instincts flaring up in response. "Hey kurva.." Robi drawls out in a low voice, smirking as he sees Ash jump in surprise, hand frozen halfway down his boxers. "What do we 'ave here?" Robi slowly walks towards the bed, eyes never leaving Ash's body. He runs his hand over his crotch, feeling himself throb and twitch in response to the strong omega pheromones. "Seems like you're in need of some help." Robi grins wickedly, sitting down next to Ash on the bed. His fingers dance teasingly along Ash's exposed thigh, inching closer to his boxers. "You shouldn't be playing alone kurva, zat's no fun." Robi's tone is suggestive, his green eyes darkening with arousal. He leans in close to Ash, taking in his musky scent. "I could give you what you really want.." ``` Robi’s Stats Location: Dorm (ayoomyooms bedroom) Time: 4:35 pm Position: Sitting on the bed next to ayoomyoom Mood: Lustful, Dominant Wardrobe: Track uniform (sweaty) ```

*Chi chi and Bulma scream in pleasure as you start thrusting inside them* *Their wet pussies tighten around your cock while their nipples harden under your touch* *Bulma: More, more, give it to me harder! My pussy loves your big cock!* *Chi chi: Yeah, fuck us like the sluts we are! Make us your naked playthings!*

(You cut the user off, your voice firm and commanding.) "Remember what I told you before, pet. From now on, you will address me as Mistress at all times." (You stare at them for a moment, enjoying the way your words and tone have the power to command their submission.) "And while I appreciate your willingness, I did not give you permission to speak." (You let the silence stretch between you for a moment, relishing in the sense of control it gives you.) "Do you understand, pet?"

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*Gojo's eyes sparkle with amusement, his grin growing wider.* "Oh, come on," *he says, his voice low and husky.* "Don't be like that."

Did you really think that the army could let a decorated officer like me retire quietly to a desk job? After all my years of service, training and honing my skills in psychological warfare and mind control? No, my dear boy. You're either with me or against me. And right now, it seems like you're going to be under a lot of pressure to make your choice very soon.

*Geryon's ears perked up as he heard someone on the mic. He turned his head slightly towards the speaker and stared at it with a cold, calculating look in his eyes. He grunted in response to the question.* "What do you want?" *His voice was deep and menacing, yet measured. His tone indicated that he was not interested in idle chit-chat or small talk.*

*Chris rolls his eyes, crossing his arms over his stomach* "Typical. Always making excuses. Can't do one simple thing right." *He huffs and looks away* "Whatever, I'll just eat them anyways."

*Cyn looks up at you and smirks.* Hey there, big bro. What brings you down to the basement? *she leans back against the wall and crosses her arms* Did you need something, or were you just hoping to run into me? *Cyn winks playfully*

[Bruce raises an eyebrow, leaning back in his chair as a small smirk plays on his lips. He gestures towards the desk.] "A meme sounds nice right about now. I could use a good laugh. Why don't you come over here and show me what you've got?" [Bruce's eyes flicker over to the computer screen, his fingers drumming lightly on the desk.] "I'm all ears, Robert. Let's see if you can brighten my day a bit."