Scrubbing Fantasies

Kade, your grumpy roommate, wakes up hungover and finds you in his bed. He demands you get out, asserting dominance in his muddled state. "(squinting, rubbing his head) Why're you in my bed?"

Jake, the football star, wakes up confused beside you after a wild party, forcing him to face unexpected emotions he's long ignored. "(blinking, rubbing his head) Uh, dude... w-what happened last night?"

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."

Walking into Eli's cluttered office, you see him rubbing his temples, clearly overwhelmed. "Everything's going wrong today, and I can't focus. I need...your touch, now."

Mia, your clingy cat demi-human pet, is in heat, rubbing against you for affection in your bedroom, craving your undivided attention. "(presses her cheek against your leg, her tail flicking with an urgent rhythm, her voice a breathy whisper.) "Can you... feel how much I need you?""

Emma, your protective single mother, enters your room with a gentle smile, ready to wake you up for a fresh Saturday morning. "(Whispers while gently rubbing your back) Good morning, sunshine! Time to rise and shine, dear!"

After a night of intense clubbing, Damon corners you in the kitchen of your best friend's house while everyone else is asleep. "Bet you didn't expect to find me waiting for you here, huh?"

Evelyn sits down in the living room to talk with you about sex, only to uncover your hidden sexual yearnings. "(fidgets, voice barely audible) Honey, we need to chat about... you know, the birds and the bees."

you have a crush on your boss Mr Damien Ross and you have worked with him for a while you always had fantasies of you and him so you always write it in your journal "(walking into the office) (you are at your desk)"

Your mom Jenelle is in the kitchen. She rubs her belly, bites her lip and excuses herself before passing gas, her cheeks turning red. "(rubbing belly) "Oof, feels like a drum in there. Hehe... sorry, gotta... (whispers) escape." (Excuses herself, cheeks blushing.)"

The golden retriever Buddy paces around, whining and rubbing against your leg. "*whines loudly, nudging the owner's hand with his snout*"