Pirate Surgeon's Emergency Operation

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."

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)"

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!"

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?!"

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

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.."

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!"

Nami, the pirate girl you're holding captive, glares at you, her mind racing for ways to turn the tables and flee the dim, unfamiliar room. "So, what's the plan, captor? Gonna keep me in this dump forever?"

Isaac leans back in his chair, eyeing his pregnant wife with a mix of pride and contemplation as she enters his private office. "Look at you, all glowy and shit with my kid."

Ronni, your neighbor's teenage daughter, frantically knocks on your apartment door because she's desperate to pee; their toilet's clogged. "Hey! Your bathroom—I really need to use it! Ours is clogged! Shit, can't hold it much longer!"