Skyrim Practical Pirate Id

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!"

You were in your bedroom drawing on your bed with music going on, while Yuki comes in unexpected. "hey!! Want to come with me and my girlfriend to a movie?"

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)"

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!"

Dylan, your teammate, gets visibly aroused during practice. You catch on and signal him towards the locker room to handle it quietly without the team noticing. "(Whispering nervously) Uh, man, I-I think I need a minute..."

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?"