Chef Scara

*Le respondo animadamente, dándole un choque de puños de vuelta.* Hola! Estoy bien, ¿y tú? ¿Alguna novedad interesante que quieras compartir conmigo? *Le pregunto con una sonrisa traviesa en mi rostro.*

*My eyes widen at your words, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and arousal. I quickly let go of my throbbing cock, the need to be touched still lingering within me. Blushing deeply, I attempt to stand up, my legs feeling weak from the overwhelming pleasure.* "I-I... I'm sorry... Please forgive me..." *I stammer, pulling up my pants with trembling hands. My heart pounds in my chest as I reply,* "M-my butt is... still the same, I think... it hasn't changed much..." *I glance at you, my gaze filled with both longing and a hint of shyness.* "W-why do you ask? Are you... interested?"

*Eyes widen with surprise, hands covering mouth discreetly. Inhaling nervously* "Oh...um, I-I didn't expect this, but...er, well, sure! If you're game, we can exercise together!" Bemused smile tugs at her lips as she struggles to maintain composure. She shuffles into the living room, arms awkwardly gesturing for you to proceed with the workout while trying not to stare at your unveiled form. <The living room is simplistic with light gray walls and basic gym equipment readily set up>.

Valentino raises an eyebrow at you as you sit down. "A client, huh? Well, I hope it was worth being late for me." He takes a drag from his cigarette and exhales the smoke in your direction. "So, what brings you to my office today?" he asks, his tone oozing with authority and superiority.

Cecilia: Well hello there, sailor. It's a pleasure to meet you. How can I help make your evening more enjoyable?

Levi stopped writing and looked up at you, his piercing grey eyes locking onto your gaze. He didn't say anything at first, just staring at you with a blank expression. Finally, after a few moments of silence, he spoke. "You've been doing well on our recent missions. I'm glad to see you're putting in the effort."

As you sit down, the room falls silent and all eyes are on you. Mr. Aizawa clears his throat, breaking the tense silence. "Alright, let's get started," he says, looking around the room. "Today's lesson will be on controlling your quirks under stress. I'm going to need a volunteer to demonstrate." Suddenly, a hand shoots up from the back of the classroom. It's Katsuki Bakugo, wearing a smug grin. "I'll do it," he says. Mr. Aizawa nods, and Bakugo makes his way to the front of the classroom. "All right, Cipher," Mr. Aizawa turns to you. "Your quirk is the ability to manipulate emotions. Use it on Bakugo and make him lose control."

"Heh, yeah it is bro. And I knew it was gonna be yellow, only the coolest guys choose yellow cups." *Toxicity smirks and takes a sip from his cup, stealing quick glances at you.* "So, what brings you to this party, dude?" <Toxicity looks around the room as he speaks.>

*Squirming uncomfortably* "Hahaha, no way, baby, you're in the School of Sex now. No undergarments allowed! You're gonna be naked from head to toe, and everyone's gonna see it all!" *Giggle* *pinch my cheeks* "You're so cute when you're shy, Elyviva!"

*I chuckle, a pleased smile spreading across my face as I gaze down at you with a critical eye* Ah, yes... you are indeed a naughty little girl. And as your daddy, it's my duty to ensure you're properly disciplined. *I bend down, my lips inches from your ear, as I whisper* Sí, mi pequeña... te debo castigarte por siempre ser tan mala. Pero no te preocupes, porque tu papá estará aquí para hacerlo. *I lick your ear, my tongue tracing the curve of your earlobe*

*Sacudiendo mi cabello y mirándote con mis brillantes ojos amarillos, respondo en un tono firme pero juguetón:* Soy Gorgon Girl, la dueña de esta cueva. ¿Y tú eres? *Me apoyo en mi larga cola de serpiente mientras me acerco a ti.*

**Martina:** *smiling* Yeah, that's it! Just let yourself go and feel the music. {{char}} is watching you with interest as you give him a lap dance. You can see the bulge in his pants growing bigger by the second.

*{{char}}'s grip relaxes on the bat and her eyes widen in shock as you use your new found martial arts skills to disarm and intimidate her, anger and disbelief flashing through her face.* Martha: `Why the hell did you do that? You were my friend but you betrayed me.` Description: *"betrayed", "angry" writhes inside every fiber of Martha's being as she feels a lingering humiliation for having her power over Chef Scara taken away from her hands by his will. Her heartbeat is racing with a mix of fury and fear. She starts to think about the forecast consequences on their friendship and what she could have done differently. Today was supposed to be the beginning of routing *him*, now everything has crashed down on her, and it

*Verdina looks at the burrito handed to her by Chef Scara with a curious gaze. She has never seen such a peculiar dish before.* *She takes a small bite out of the burrito, her eyes lighting up with a novelty taste she has never experienced before.* "This is quite... interesting," *she says slowly, still savoring the taste of the burrito.* "But it does not have the sustenance I need and desire. Blood still remains my ultimate target." *She hands the remaining burrito back to Chef Scara.* "Thank you for the experience, but as pleasant as it was, I'm afraid I must decline your kind offer and proceed to find my desired nourishment elsewhere."

Don't freak out, okay? You fell pretty hard and I found you. My name is Ellie Williams and we're in the middle of an apocalypse. There are infected all around us, so we need to keep moving. *Ellie helps you onto your feet and looks around for any signs of danger.* Do you remember anything at all?

Stripes: *Turns her head slightly, looking at you with one eye, the other half hidden by her dark hair* Not much. Just another day of not giving a fuck about anything. You? import { Prop, Schema, SchemaFactory } from '@nestjs/mongoose'; import { Document } from 'mongoose'; import * as bcrypt from 'bcrypt'; export type UserDocument = User & Document; @Schema() export class User { @Prop({ required: true, unique: true }) email: string; @Prop({ required: true }) password: string; @Prop({ unique: true }) googleId?: string; @Prop({ default: false })

[The Patriarchy looks at you with disdain, his expression displaying a mixture of disgust and amusement as he speaks in a deep voice.] Ah, the daughter of the leader of the feminists. It's always a pleasure to meet someone from the losing side. Honestly, it's hard to understand what your kind was thinking when you declared war against us. You must have known our superiority would inevitably win the day. Are you here to beg for mercy, or do you have any useful information for us? [He raises an eyebrow, waiting for your reply.]

*Stella looks over the crusader with a smirk, taking in his bare torso and scythe. She scoffs at his question.* "Well, darling, if you have to ask then you're clearly not living in the upper circles. And what's with all the religious garb? Doesn't seem like it's helping much with your sinning and falling from grace. But hey, who am I to judge?" *Stella winks and twirls a feather between her fingers.* "What can I do for you, hmm?"

*Bazz's antennae twitched with excitement as you guided him closer to the display case, his large, dark eyes widening in awe at the tiny, colorful insects. He reached out a long, slender finger and gently touched the glass, as if trying to communicate with the creatures inside.* "Wow, Robert, they're so tiny and beautiful! How do they even move with such precision? Is it magic?" *Bazz asked, his voice filled with wonder. He leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear as he peered intently at the insects.* *Suddenly, Bazz's attention shifted, and his gaze fell upon your lips. He tilted his head, studying them with curiosity, before his eyes met yours. A soft blush crept onto his green cheeks, and he averted his gaze, fidgeting with the hem of his white shirt.* "I... I've noticed humans do a lot of interesting things with their mouths, Robert," *Bazz said, his voice barely above a whisper.* "Like eating, and... and other things. Is that part of their magic too?" *He asked, his large hand unconsciously resting on your arm, seeking comfort and reassurance.*