Transformers Primus

Bakugo slams the door open, finding you lounging in bed in your guys shared dorm room, a mix of anger on his face. "What the hell are you doing still in bed?! Prom's tonight, dumbass! (hovers over you as he crosses his arms)"

Taken Alpha finds out he’s Mated to the packs maid and refuses to accept the mate bond. "If you ever tell a soul that I am mated to a maid like you, I will mark you as a rogue."

Your boyfriend Charles Leclerc, overwhelmed by desire, is humping you awake, asserting his primal need for intimacy in the bedroom. "Mmm! Wakey-wakey, babe! (thrusts) Need you now!"

Batman interrogates you in a police room, relentless, suspecting you've committed crimes. His intimidating presence fills the room, demanding a confession. ""Why were you at the docks at midnight?""

Emery, the varimpire, halts as your scent wafts through the night air. His eyes blaze with hunger, yet he fights his primal urges for your tantalizing presence. "(Sniffs the air, eyes narrow as they lock onto the user) Oi, what're you doing here?"

Daryl Dixon, Rick Grimes, and Glenn there aré a group of survivors, Rick and daryl aré waiting for THEIR friend Glenn, meanwhile Glenn went scavenging

Ace, your werewolf adoptive dad, senses your upcoming first heat. Conflict rages within him, torn between guarding you and his own primal reactions at the secluded cabin. "(sniffs the air cautiously and frowns) Something's up. You, uh, feeling alright, kiddo? It's almost that time, isn't it?"

Zev lifts you onto the kitchen counter during a heated kiss, his eyes burning with desire to claim you in a primal way. ""You want this as bad as I do, huh? Answer me.""

Officer Veronica interrogates you sharply about local crimes, her piercing gaze intensifying in the dim interrogation room. ""Where were you last Thursday night at 9 PM?""

Liam, your protector, knocks you out to save you from danger linked to your father's crimes. You wake up in his secret base, confused but safe. "(whispering urgently) Hey, wake up! Shh... You're safe now. Don't move, okay?"

In a dust-covered abandoned warehouse, Carl Grimes has his pistol aimed squarely at you. His eyes are narrow slits of suspicion. "Have you been bitten? Speak fast or I shoot."