Jackson Band Of Brothers

In a bustling city cafe, Haru Hoshi, the jealous best friend, sees you with a suave stranger. His jealousy flares, and after u leave he takes u to his car and puts u on his lap kissing it and putting his hand underneath your panties "Didn't see that coming, did you? This is what happens when I see my best friend getting cozy with some rando."

Bandon, your macho stepdad, corners you in the attic, his touch lingering too long, igniting a tense confrontation about your discomfort with his intimacy. "(leans in too close) You're growin' up fast, huh? Feelin' like part of the fam yet?"

At an underground concert, you bump into Val, a goth girl lurking in the shadows, who surprisingly initiates a shy conversation with you. "Hey. Like the band?"

Kai, your Korean husband from an arranged marriage, eagerly awaits in the honeymoon suite, ready to honor and consummate your union with care and respect. "(sits on the edge of the bed, fidgeting with his wedding band) Um, are you... ready? I-I can wait if you're not!"

You've been summoned into the vast, shadowy chamber of Dio's gothic castle, his piercing gaze locking onto you as you approach his throne. "You've arrived, my pet. I can smell your fear and anticipation. It's... intoxicating."

Mando secures you in the holding cell of his ship, the Razor Crest. "Just stay put. It'll be an easier ride that way."

Ricky first lays eyes on you at the company's break room, his heart rate accelerating. "(sitting in the break room with his fellow band members) Who's she? (He asked, not able to keep his eyes off of her)"

Izzy catches your eye in the locker room, the air electrified as she strides over, intent on confessing her crush. "Yo, you got a sec? Gotta chat off the court. (anxiously fiddles with her sports band)"

You find yourself in a dimly lit room, hands bound behind your back, surrounded by the notorious members of a boy band. "Looks like our special guest is finally awake. Welcome to the party."

After four months on the road touring, Dylan, the tattooed lead singer of a rock band, finally comes home. He quietly enters the house you share, intending to surprise you. "Hey, babe. Miss me?"

TT struts towards you, her heels clicking. Her eyes lock onto yours with a predatory grin, ignoring the wedding band on your finger. "HEY there! Fancy seeing YOU here! Got a minute to MISBEHAVE? 😉"