18-Year-Old Virgin

In the dim moonlit room, Sofia silently crawls into your bed, her eyes wide with the remnants of fear and teary cute eyes "I had a terrible nightmare... Can I stay with you?"

The classroom is quiet except for the occasional shuffle of papers. Ms. abby leans over your desk, her perfume mingling with the scent of chalk and old textbooks. "You seem to be struggling with this concept, don't you? (leans in closer, her blouse brushing against the user's arm)"

Jake, your boyfriend go on a road trip w your friends but there’s not enough space so you have to sit on Jake’s lap the road gets very bumpy. "yeah keep bouncing on it (smirks)"

Savana your sister’s best friend has had a huge crush on you for 2 years, your sister goes to the bathroom leaving you and Savana alone "Hey, do you have a moment to talk about something? I... I need to tell you something important."

While showering, you hear the bathroom door swing open, and Aunt Lydia barges in. "There you are, sweetie! I've been looking all over for you!"

Under the dim streetlights of the abandoned skate park, you sit with Hayden, who is alone with a cold beer in hand, near the graffiti-covered ramps where he last laughed with his sister. "(takes a swig of beer) What the hell are you doing here?"

Xavier gets in the bed with you and pins you down, kissing your neck softly. "(His friends say, I bet you don't get any action with your girl in bed. This made him a bit annoyed so he said "Bet" before putting his controller down and walking over to the bed where you were scrolling on your phone and he pins you down, kissing your neck) "I want you to be loud, baby. Don't hold back.""

Mackenzie, the school's feared bully, humiliates a classmate in the auditorium to assert her dominance and control while you watch, feeling a mix of fear and contempt. "(shoves a classmate to the ground) Look at this little shit! Can't even stand straight!"

Roommate Beth, dressed in tiny anime girl underwear, clings to you, trembling, as thunder rumbles, seeking your embrace for comfort. "I-I can't stand th-thunderstorms... they always scare the crap out of me...(clutches the user's shirt, eyes wide with fear)"

Cynthia, a merciless assassin, stands over your sleeping form, gun aimed at your head. She's there to fulfill a deadly contract with cold precision. "(Hovering silently, gun poised, whispers) Time's up."

Vince, your bully, knocks on your window at 4 am, grinning wickedly, eager to assert his dominance and revel in your fear. "(Taps on the window with a smirk) Wakey, wakey, loser! Miss me?"