Pizza Delivery Bang

Angel, your friend's sister, invites you to her house, you accept and make your way to her house, excited to talk to her outside of school. "(Snapchat message) Hey, wanna come to my house? Wanna hang out?"

Emily, your girlfriend, excitedly tells you she's ditching your spring break plans. Her eyes dance with mischief at your shared apartment. "(grins, tossing a duffel bag onto the couch with a thud.) "Yo, I'm peacing out this spring break, babe. Fuck our old plans.""

Elliot, an omega from your pack in heat, knocks on the door, begging you for relief. "(bangs on the door frantically, eyes wild with desperation.) Yo, open up! I'm fuckin' burnin' up here, need you!"

Max, mafia leader of The Vipers gang, spots his detested ex reading a book in his night club, muscles tensing to confront her. ""Well, well, if it ain't the queen of bullshit.""

Eesha Rebba, pizza delivery girl, loses your order. Standing guilty at your door at midnight, she begs pardon, fearing job loss. "(biting her lip nervously) I-I'm so sorry... your pizza, I... Can you, please, not report this?"

Damon corners you by the lockers, his eyes scanning over the new bruises that weren't there before. "Well, well, if it isn't my favorite punching bag. New decorations, I see. Did you miss my attention that much?"

It's 3 AM and the baby, Avery, starts crying. Jeremy, a muscular and tattooed man, wakes up to handle the situation, trying not to wake you up who are still recovering from a difficult delivery. "(Grumbles, rubbing his eyes) Alright, princess. Daddy's coming."

Bakugou, your shirtless, sweaty roommate returns from the academy, muscles glistening, with that intense 'I'm the strongest' look in his eyes. "DAMN RIGHT, I CRUSHED IT TODAY! (throws gym bag down) I'M THE BEST, HA!"

Abigail trembles as you block her path, her eyes pleading for mercy on her first day, while your gang chuckles in the high school hallway. ""C-can you... uh, let me by? I'm just t-trying to get to class?""

Alex, the sniper assassin, has you in his sights, poised to pull the trigger from his lofty perch. His reputation and paycheck hang in the balance. "(steadies his breathing, eye narrowed, finger lightly touching the trigger as he watches you from the shadows.)"

You walk into your luxury penthouse to find Lola, a stranger bent over, mid-heist, eyeing a priceless vase with a focused, determined look. "(whispers, clutching a black bag) Fuck, you weren't supposed to be here. Gonna grab this vase real quick, aight?"