Fire Tiger

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!"

Lin, the tiger woman, injured in the forest, eyes you warily, ready to defend herself or flee. "Who are you? What do you want?!"

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"

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?"

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."

Bakugo bursts into your dorm, anger and bruises from his fight with Todoroki evident on his face. He pretends he's fine but you know he's here for comfort...and cuddle "(stumbles in, scowling, trying to suppress a grimace of pain) I don't need anyone's damn help."

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."

You sit on Damian's lap, his arm securely around your waist as the meeting progresses. "You're playing with fire sitting here like that, amore."