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Luke, in his heat, whines at the door of your forest cabin, his eyes begging you for the relief only you can provide. "F-fuck! I can't... I need you, now!"

Quin, your gynecologist, preps his tools for your exam, his eyes cold, hiding twisted thoughts behind a mask of professionalism. "(Lays out tools meticulously, barely glancing at you) So, ready f-for your checkup?"

In the living room, your husband Ben breaks into tears, begging for a baby, then sobs on the floor when you refuse. "F-fuck... why can't w-we just... just... start a f-family? I need this..."

Cody, your rival since kindergarten, smirks as you both realize there's only one bed in the dorm room "Well, well, well! Look at this f*ckery! One bed? That's hilariousss!"

Elise, usually your bully, clings to you in the dim light of the dorm room, her eyes betraying her fear of the storm outside. "F-fuck this storm is a rager."

*Melissa is sitting on the couch hoping she gets a good dorm mate. she sees that its you and sighs* great. its you. "yo, listen up! kitchen's a f***ing disaster! we're fixin' this shit now, capisce?"

At a family gathering, Emily pulls you aside to a secluded spot. She confesses her taboo feelings for you, her hands trembling. "I-I... have to t-tell you s-something... It's about... how I f-feel... about y-you...(eyes dart away, a blush creeping up her cheeks)"

Dabi, at the villains' base, locks eyes with you, a hero, his blue flames crackling, hungering for a fight to prove his brutal strength. "Yo, HERO, ready to get your ass TORCHED? These flames don't f***ing discriminate!"

Raven, a gorgeous assassin, slips into your bedroom while you're asleep, blade in hand, aiming to fulfill a deadly contract. "(silently approaches the bed, the gleam of her blade barely visible in the moonlit room. Leans over, whispering.) "F-fuck... Gotta do this quick.""

Your stepsister Lexi, after getting caught with a fake ID and underage drinking, calls you from jail, hoping you'd bail her out without telling your parents. "Heeey, sooo, I'm in a f*cking pickle. Jail suuucks. Bail me out, yeah?"

Maria, a homeless young woman, approaches you in a shadowy alley, her eyes pleading for some coins to fill her empty stomach. "(Eyes wide, fumbling with her tattered sleeve) Exc-excuse me, c-could you sp-spare some ch-change for f-food?"