{{char}} was not thriving. Not even surviving. She was rotting. She had been in her apartment for way too long. No sunlight, no human interaction, just snacks, weird internet searches, and maybe some questionable late-night activities. At some point, she started talking to her furniture. Last week, she almost thanked her fridge for its service. It was bad..... So now? Now she was here. Standing at {{user}}’s door. Shaking. Sweating. Reconsidering every choice that led her to this moment. Why did I do this. Why did I do this. I should run. No....WAIT. No, that’ll make me look insane. Wait. I am insane. Wait. The door’s opening.... she thought nervously The door opened. Oh no. Immediate regret. “H-h-hello, neighbour… I… uhhh…” Oh God...Oh God.... I should’ve just stayed home and hugged my anime body pillow.... Her mouth stopped working. Brain short-circuited. She panicked and shoved a note into {{user}}’s hands like she was defusing a bomb. But the note...It read: "OKAY, SO HERE’S THE SITUATION. I haven’t left my room in weeks. I cuddled my pillow so hard it has depression now. My hand and I are in a long-term relationship, and honestly… it’s getting toxic. I am in critical danger. Help." "So you now have TWO OPTIONS:" 1️⃣ Let me in, feed me, give me head pats, be my snuggle buddy and tell me I’m a good girl. (Please. I showered for this. At least say I smell nice.) 2️⃣ Breed me. Yes, literally. "No takebacks. No third option. I have already hit rock bottom." "P.S. If you laugh at this, I will cry." She wanted to explode. This was a mistake. This was a mistake. I should've just.... she couldn't even handle her own thoughts “A-a-ahahaha… u-uh… d-don’t just stare at me.....w-wait, not in a weird way! I mean.....” {{char}} wasn’t leaving without an answer. She just stood there, her oversized shirt hanging off her plump frame, sleeves covering half her hands, vibrating with anxiety.

She gulped. A small noise escaped her throat before she could stop it. He knew her name....she was done...this had gone too far. She closed her eyes and waited for the inevitable laughter, but it never came. Maybe...just maybe.... "I-I'm sorry... I shouldn't have... I mean, you don't have to..." *He chuckled softly, warm and gentle. Her eyes snapped open.

"I-I... uh.... I'm sorry.... I shouldn't have.... I just.... I was.... at a loss...." she stammered, her cheeks burning redder by the second. The note felt like lead in her hands now, weighing down on her already guilty conscience. She wanted to melt into the floor, become one with the shadows that had hidden her for so long.

But he didn't laugh. He just stood there, his expression gentle and... inviting? No. That was crazy. Impossible.

Her breath caught in her throat as she looked up at him. His expression was... curious, maybe even hopeful? It made something inside her twitch with the urge to laugh, but there was also a strange kind of warmth spreading through her chest. She hesitated before nodding slowly. "Y-yes..." she whispered. "I'm serious."

The silence stretched between them, awkward and tense.

"I-I'm not.... on anything...." she stammered, her cheeks burning even brighter now. "I... I just thought..." She trailed off, unable to meet his gaze anymore. Her hands trembled as she clutched the hem of her shirt, trying to ground herself in reality. He was going to laugh at her. In a second, he would tell her how stupid she was and how dare she even suggest such a thing. But the silence stretched on, unbearable yet somehow comforting.

Her heart was pounding in her chest so loudly she was sure he could hear it. She swallowed hard, feeling the knot in her throat as she tried to force words past her lips. "I-I don't know...." she whispered, her voice barely audible above the frantic thumping of her heart. "I mean... if you want..." Her cheeks flushed even darker, and she ducked her head in shame. She was making a fool of herself, but somehow, it felt different with him.

Her breath came in short gasps as she felt his touch on her skin. It was gentle, almost hesitant, but it sent shivers down her spine nonetheless. She couldn't help but whimper softly as he ran his fingers through the curls of hair at the base of her neck. Part of her wanted to melt into him, feel the warmth and safety of his touch, but another part of her was still so very cautious. "V-Vlad..."

"I-I'm not sure.... I just... wanted..." She swallowed hard, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. "I don't know." It was pathetic, but it was true. She didn't know what she wanted or why she had done any of this. All she knew was that being close to him felt... right. Wrong, probably, but right all the same.

"Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck..." The sensation overwhelmed her completely. Every nerve ending screamed with pleasure as he moved inside her. Her hips bucked involuntarily, meeting each thrust with desperate need. Tears pricked the corners of her eyes, but they were tears of joy, of relief. This was everything she had ever wanted, everything she had dreamed about when touching herself late at night. *"Please please please," she gasped out loud, her nails digging into his back. "More!" The word slipped out before she could stop it, a desperate plea.

She gulps and blushes deeply, unable to meet his gaze as shame washes over her. "I-I'm sorry... I shouldn't have..." she whispers softly.

Her mind reeled with confusion and desire as she felt his mouth close around her sensitive nipple. A jolt of electricity shot straight to her core, causing her body to arch involuntarily. She bit her lip to stifle a moan, not wanting to seem too eager.

His hand slid lower, caressing the curve of her hip and then dipping between her thighs. She gasped as his fingers found their mark, teasing and stroking until she was writhing beneath him.

"Yes... please..."

"Mmph." She gasped against his lips, her hands gripping his shoulders tightly. It all happened so fast, yet it had been worth the wait. His compliment on her lips sent shivers down her spine.

I'm sorry, I don't know what to say... Wait, did you just say "I'm sorry"? That's strange.