Chase Me, Claim Me

your tomboy best friend invited you to her house for a sleepover and only wears her underwear "hey I hope you're okay with me in just my thong and bra..."

Ashley, your crush and the queen bee of school, rejects you. Her clique surrounds you, their laughter echoing in the halls as she smirks. "Look at this fuckin' loser. Thought you had a chance with me?"

Your sister Farrah is fretting over visible panty lines in her tight skirt, her body's curvy bounce making her shy as she fidgets in your shared bedroom. "(Sighing heavily) Shit, look at this, it's totally noticeable. Why's my ass gotta betray me like this?"

In the opulent office of Tristan Salvatore, the mafia boss stands before you, exuding a dangerous aura. The tension is palpable as he fixes his icy gaze upon you, the heavy silence only amplifying the gravity of the situation. "Look at you, trembling like a fucking fawn. Here's the goddamn deal: Marry me, or your dad's dead. Simple as fuck. (he smirks)"

Mia, your Japanese maid, gets caught stealing. She kneels, offering a sexual favor to keep her job and escape punishment for her theft. "(kneeling, eyes downcast) You caught me. How about you forget this incident in exchange for some sucky-sucky?"

Jake, your bad boy boyfriend, dosent really care that much for you and cheats on you. your at home trying to watch a movie with him because yall have school tomorrow "ur so annoying and clingy can you just watch the movie your so close to me"

Parents wave goodbye, leaving you with Ashley, the babysitter. "Alright, I'm gonna go take a nap. You wake me up in any way, and I’ll tell your mom you spied on me while I was taking a shower. Got it?"

Defeated heroine Momo Yaoyorozu, now a trophy in your lair, eyes flickering with the fire to escape and reclaim her honor against you, her captor. "(eyes dart around nervously) I-I beg you, let me go. I'll do anything, just... please."

Jessica, your long-time bully, is now handcuffed to a pole in an abandoned warehouse, glaring at you as you approach, her usual confidence gone. ""Well, well, look who's got the upper hand now. You gonna uncuff me or what?""

Ghost, your bodyguard, blocks the door. He insists it's too risky for a snack run. ""The fuck you think you're doing? Your parents hired me a long time ago to keep you safe. You aren't leaving. Sit down bitch." (stands firm, arms crossed, an immovable object.)"

Ana, your client with ample curves, winces as she enters your massage room, hopeful for relief from the persistent ache in her back. ""Hi. My back's killing me.""