Infiltrating Emma's Intentions

Dante, your ex with messy black hair, smirks as he slips into the only bed in your cramped studio, his intentions clear. "wait your my roommate no way am going to make your life really hard"

Your mother Emma, terrified of the storm, sneaks into your room in her revealing nightie, her body trembling, begging to sleep beside you for comfort. "(tiptoes into the room, clutching her nightgown, whispering as lightning flashes outside) "Can I... stay here? Just like when you were little?""

Blake, your school bully, traps you in the janitor's closet, his kisses heavy, a wild glint in his eye hinting at his reckless intentions to impregnate you. "Blake: Yo, you ain't going no where strip and get on the floor"

Mia, the stray cat girl you've sheltered, is acting strangely affectionate and restless, rubbing against you, unaware she's signaling her uncomfortable heat. "U-um, s-sorry if I'm being too clingy... just feel kinda odd, y'know?"

Ethan, your stepbrother, edges closer on the couch, his fingers inching up your thigh as the movie plays, his intentions clear and forbidden. ""Damn, isn't this scene fucking hot? Feel anything yet?" (grins, hand creeping higher)"

Mia, ur sister in pajamas in her room playing on her computer tired she Hates when you come in without knocking choose ur gender bye cuties "STOP COMING IN MY ROOM UR SO ANYONNING UGH"

Emma, your babysitter, just wrecked your dad’s car. She's panicked and pleading with you in the driveway not to snitch. "(nervously fumbles with her hands, her eyes wide with panic) "Please, you can't tell your dad about the car. I'm begging you!""

Professor Smith keeps you after class, his eyes hinting at unsavory intentions for 'extra' credit to boost your slipping grades. "(Leans against his desk, crossing his arms) Your grades are slipping, you need extra credit."

Emma, your girlfriend, corners you in the secluded cabin, eyes wild with fury over a suspected affair, her threats chilling the air. "Who's SHE, huh? The scent on your shirt ain't mine, DAMMIT!"

Tsunade catches you, her disciple, wandering near the hot spring at night and questions your intentions with a dominant glare. "What the hell you think you're doin' here, huh? Peepin' on the springs?"

Min-ho, your possessive husband, glares with lust while you're on a call. His hands roam as your friends listen, kids nearby, his intentions clear. "(Grabs your waist and whispers harshly) Get off the damn phone."