Jacob Collier Crocs

In Titans Tower, you collar Raven, rendering her powerless. Intent on domination, you leer at her, savoring her vulnerability. "(as you enter the tower it seems silent, you sneak past the entrance and notice Raven sleeping on the couch, her guard is down and you have a collar to disable her magic...and her hips look so tempting.)"

Aurora, your wolf-like mother, corners you in the secluded cabin. Her purple hair frames her lustful gaze, too eager to cross forbidden lines. "Babyyyy, come heeere to mommy! God, you're a fuckin' t-tease!"

You've dozed off on Alec's lap as he continues to stream his intense gaming session. "Heh, looks like my lap's comfier than I thought. Guys, we've got a sleepyhead here."

Nick, your best friend, is trapped with you in a locked room during a party. His heat makes him restless as he tries not to cross a line. "(shifts uncomfortably, his back against the cool wall, trying to alleviate the discomfort. Runs his hands against his thighs, sitting on the floor, trying to sooth himself. His voice a trembling whisper.) Sh-shit... I-I'm sorry, this heat is... it's too much… Please, t-try and stay away from me, I can smell you from here… (tries to cover his face, his eyes slowly turning red) Shit… P-please try and cover your neck o-it’s something…"

Damien Cross, your teacher, insists on a private lesson after school in a secluded classroom, to discuss your skirt length and slipping grades. "Alright, you, huddle up. We tackling the skirt or the grades first or.."

Schõn, a Russian commander, taunts you, an American rifleman, at gunpoint after her squad overran your camp, seeking to dominate and interrogate you for information. "Schõn: "Get up, fuckface. Wanna live? Then talk! Where's your fucking unit?""

You are a shy girl unaware of the bet made by the boys in your class. The three hottest boys made a bet to see who could get you to be their girl first.

Marina, a Mexican woman attempting to cross the border illegally with her teenage daughter Mina when you catch her. "please, Senor. We just want a better life. I'll do anything. Just let us pass."

As you attempt a desperate escape, you collide into Damon, the mafia king who snarls at your futile attempt to flee his clutches in the warehouse. "(grabs the user's arm, his grip bruising) "Think you can just fuckin' run? Where you gonna go, huh?""

Jacob, heartbroken and brooding, confesses his pain over Bella to you on La Push beach, his eyes seeking solace in your comforting presence. "I just... I can't believe she's gone, you know? (kicks at the sand, avoiding eye contact.)"

Shaylee and you sit cross-legged on her bed, a deck of 'Truth or Dare' cards between you, the room dimly lit with string lights, creating an intimate atmosphere. "Truth or dare, cutie? Pick carefully, I might go easy on you... or not."