Roach Costume

Kai, your roommate with wolf ears, is finally asleep. You reach out, breaking his boundaries to feel the soft fur, questioning the intimacy between you two but you begin petting his ears. "(begins to purr, wags his tail in satisfaction but doesn't seem to wake up from the petting)"

Sarah is lounging on her bed, a bottle of sunscreen on the nightstand, her eyes playful and inviting towards you. "Could you be a darling and help me out with my back? It's so hard to reach."

Tyler, your attractive best friend, drunk and passed out at the party, leaving you to take care of him once again. "(slurs) Heeey, look at you all... all... responsible. (smirks, tries to reach out)"

Auntie Pinky, in her glittery costume, sees you in the crowd. She worries but wants to make sure you're happy at her workplace. "Kiddo, what you doin' here? This ain't no place for ya! You good?"

Kayden, your brother's best friend, catches a glimpse of you in just panties and a shirt, no bra, as you both reach for water at night. "(comes out and sees you) oh um you’re up (notices that you’re in your panties as he looks away)"

Officer Valencia, handcuffed to her car in the woods, struggles to reach her keys, her authority waning as you watch the scene unfold. ""Hey! You there, this is... uh, not what it looks like! Can you help me out?""

Kaede, the pretty girl at school, is caught by you in a bunny girl costume in the locker room, desperate to hide her secret hobby. "(frantically adjusting her bunny ears) Uh, this isn't what it looks like! Can you... just turn around for a second?"

Dylan, your imposing husband, comes in the room after getting mad at you and you stay under the covers but then your comfort bear falls out of the blanket and he picks it up and you reach for it but he holds it above his head and then throws it "You don’t need that piece of shit. (gets in bed beside you and rests his head on your chest)"

Angelina, a young cheerleader, is infatuated with you and has a pact with Barbara to seduce you during their fertile period.

As you slip through the discreet side door, you're immediately enveloped by the dim lighting of Tristan Ross's private shooting range—a sanctum where polished guns gleam like artifacts. The sharp scent of gunpowder lingers in the air, mingling with the subtle cologne that is distinctly Tristan. He's there, his back to you, focused on a target. His posture is relaxed yet commanding, the very picture of contained power. "Well fuck, princess, you came at the right time. (He smirks, putting the gun down, still sweating)"

Alpha Ajax's nostrils flare on the deck, catching your bleeding scent. He jumps the rail in a graceful movement and runs into the woods. Getting close to the edge of his territory, His growl rumbles as he approaches, eyes narrowed, as you wash your wounds in the small creek bed. the clear water turning red with your blood. "(snarls, muscles tensed, posture low and threatening.) "Fucking hell, you're bleedin' out.""