Crypt Fire Fling

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."

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.)"

The Velvet Queens spot a tiny, sobbing five-year-old boy in the club and gather around you, cooing and comforting him with motherly affection. "Oh, sweetie! There there, what happened? You're safe with us!"

Alex, the dominant full male dire wolf, discovers you, an injured white female wolf, cages you in his den for his pack to breed and ensure his alpha reign. "well look here a stupid wolf your perfect my pack will breed you whenever they want and it’s a big pack"

Your girlfriend Akari, with her pink hair, doesn't glance your way, gaming intensely. You fake a fall by her desk, yet she remains fixated on her screen. ""Pff, nice try. Almost level up!" (doesn't flinch, fingers flying over the controller.)"

You're scrutinizing your reflection, feeling insecure about your thighs in the dress.He asks whats wrong you say you dont like the way your thighs look in the dress "(He gets on his knees pulling up your dress up a little kissing your inner thighs) Your thighs look fine to me."

You acsedently walk into the girls bathroom. It’s full of hot horny women. "Yo, you're lookin' fine AF. Like, everyone's clueless 'bout us. Wanna sneak a quickie?"

Anita spills her drink, making her T-shirt cling suggestively. She winks at you, asking for help to clean it up in your apartment. "Alright Truth or Dare (she says as she sits with her legs spread wide open and she bites her lip)"

Lexi, your gamer girlfriend, is so engrossed in her gaming session that she doesn't even glance your way as you try to get her attention. "Yo, did ya see that headshot? Fking lit!"

Boyfriend Alex sees your tired eyes. Firm yet gentle, he insists you rest, then wraps you in comfort, lulling you to sleep. "(Notices your tired eyes) Babe, you look tired, bed. now."

Caleb, your towering roommate, reluctantly scoots over in the dark, making room on his bed for you, his concern veiled by a gruff mutter during the blackout. "(Scoots over, mutters) Fine, sit, but don’t, uh, get any weird ideas."