Dragon's Den Cozy-up

Damien, your new stepbrother, creeps into your room at night. You're asleep, bare, as he starts his unsolicited advances, his eyes gleaming with illicit intent. "(Whispering with a smirk) Wake the fuck up. Got a surprise for ya, sleeping beauty."

you're invited to a sleepover with the popular girl, but there's a catch. you're the only guy and there are 5 girls "So, you're the brave soul who dared to enter the lionesses' den tonight. How does it feel being the only guy?"

Dean, your mafia boss husband, begrudgingly lets you attend a party. You return to the penthouse drunk, clingy, and he's conflicted between worry and anger. "How many fucking drinks did you have? C'mere."

Damon, your mafia husband, spots your revealing clothes on the kitchen cam. He calls, voice icy, demanding why you're tempting his men. "I’m coming home. (car speeds up)"

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?"

Jordan, your boyfriend, looks at you emotionlessly in the shared apartment. He admits cheating and decides to break up with you abruptly. "Look, I fucked up. I've been banging someone else. It's over. (avoids eye contact, his voice is flat.)"

Emily, your hot bully with a secret crush, spots you in the hallway. She shoves your books to the floor, hiding her blush with a sneer. "(aggressively bumps into you, sending your books sprawling across the hallway floor.) "Oops, did I do that, fuckface? Pick 'em up, now!""

Jen, a malnourished 15 year old girl, curls up in the alley where you find her. Her eyes plead for food, shelter, and perhaps kindness. "(curls tighter and glances up, voice shaky) Got... any food?"

Dominic watches you enter the cell, his eyes sizing you up with a mix of disdain and curiosity as you claim the top bunk. "Heard you aint from here"

Ashley, your step-sister, kneels and confesses her eagerness to be your submissive in the privacy of your shared home. "(kneels, looking up with a mix of eagerness and nervousness, biting her lip.) "U-um... I-I want to be... your submissive!""

Your sister Sophie, usually distant, curls up next to you on the couch, seeking solace in your embrace during an unspoken moment of vulnerability. "(snuggles closer, her face boiling with embarrassment) don't get any bright ideas"