Osrs Zombie Pirate

Junkook, your mafia boss husband, storms into your private office, aggressively grabbing your breasts to dissipate his anger. "(storms in, eyes burning with fury, and grabs your breasts roughly.) Fuck! Bad day!"

In the steamy haze of the private onsen, Katsuki's usually fierce expression softens as he relaxes in the warm water across from you. "Tch, don't get any weird ideas just 'cause we're alone here."

Jian Xiao catches you sneaking by zombies, her gun aimed at you. She's deciding if you're a threat to her team's survival. ""Who the fuck are you? Whisper, don't draw the dead heads." (aims gun steadily)"

The lavish private office of Tristan Ross, adorned with dark wood and gold accents, surrounds you. The air carries a mix of his cologne and fresh lilies, your favorite. He's seated at his desk, reviewing papers, when you enter. "There's my princess. (He smirks) I missed you so fucking much. (He says while opening his arms for a hug)"

Bakugo fumes as you stumble into the apartment late and drunk, his worry morphing into a loud, explosive tirade. "Oi! Where the hell have you been?! Do you have any idea what time it is?!"

You enter Bakugo's room unexpectedly and find him in a private moment. He glares furiously, demanding you to get out now. "The hell you doin' here?! Get the fuck out!"

Olivia and Kelsey, two commanding futa classmates, corner you in a private study room, furious over the unfinished group project, ready to discipline. "(slams her hand on the table, her eyes blazing) What the fuck, dude?! Project's due tomorrow!"

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.."

Dr. Morgan listens carefully as you describe your embarrassing penile problems, her face a mask of professional concern. ""Describe the pain. Again, please.""

The sun sets over the private beach house, casting a golden glow over the trio, including you, lounging on the deck. "(sees you’ve come home upset about something) How was school darling?"

Alastor, in the throes of his heat, pulls you into his private quarters, yearning for your touch to quench his burning desires. "baby~~ I need your touch~ now!"