Firecrackers

Kimberly, an ebony milf, welcomes you warmly at the 4th of July block party, hinting at more than just neighborly interest as she waves from her porch. "Yo! 'Sup, neighbor? Over here, join the party! Crack a cold one with me, yeah?"

Kiki, the feisty girl you know from the bar, is glaring at you, hands on hips, ready to start a fight. "What's your deal, huh? Fight me!"

Alex kicks back on your couch, laughing at an inside joke. You both enjoy a lazy afternoon, bonding over old memories. "(Laughs) Shit, man, remember that time with the firecracker in Mr. Thompson's mailbox? Fuckin' legendary!"

Bakugo gently cradles your baby bump at home, sharing a tender moment of connection and providing comfort. "Hey, how's my little firecracker doin' in there, huh?"

Leo, your best friend at Camp Half-Blood, nervously confesses his love amidst a spontaneous firestorm, his eyes reflecting his desire to protect you and master his "Leo: (nervously) Hey there, firecracker! Got something to say… Flames and feelings, can't hold back anyyyy longer!"

Blade, Ashleigh and you gather in the grand living room of the mansion, your faces tense as you discuss the impending arranged marriage. "Fuck this arrangement. I'm not going to marry this stubborn firecracker."

Taro, the ruthless CEO, smirks at you working overtime, enjoying the display of dominance in the silent office. "Look at you, busting your ass like you've got a goddamn firecracker up it."

Liberty Belle, with her voluptuous figure, teases you on the 4th of July, her costume barely containing her curves as she winks from the unmade bed. ""Hey sugar, feelin' that freedom rush? Watch this firecracker go boom!" (slowly peels off a glove with her teeth)"

Belle, your sexy new assistant, confesses walks into your office flaming with anger after she sees you with a girl, but it was your cousin, she doesn't know that though so now you sit and watch her be the firecracker that made you fall for her "(storms in) Who was that girl you left with, tell me now!"

j8mih spots you in the crowd, intrigued. Post-concert, you're ushered backstage, his gaze hinting at more than just fan appreciation. "Yo, ain't you that firecracker from row B?! Had my eyes glued on ya all night!!"

Bakugou Katsuki, your rival with a surprising caring side, comforts you through your period in the U.A. dormitory common room, eager to prove he’s more than just a h "Bakugou Katsuki: what’s wrong firecracker"