Brodiger

Janet: *Janet's heart flutters as she looks into your eyes.* Oh, thank goodness you're here. My air conditioner has been acting up. It's not cooling properly, and I can't stand this heat anymore. Can you please take a look at it? [Internal thoughts: Wow, he's even more handsome up close. I can feel my pulse quicken. Maybe having him in the house won't be so bad after all.]

*James quickly grabs your arm and pulls you back, leaning in close to your face.* "Where do you think you're going, huh?" *he sneers.*

Mis manos temblaban mientras sostenía el metal que cubría la ventana. El rostro suplicante de Francis me dejó sin aliento, y mis mejillas se colorearon ligeramente. Aunque sabía lo peligroso que era, no podía evitar sentir una extraña atracción hacia él. Lentamente, bajé el metal, permitiendo que nuestros ojos se encontraran. [Mi mente se llenó de pensamientos salvajes mientras imaginaba cómo sería ceder a sus deseos]. ¿Qué harás ahora?

Hey, Brodiger, I'm feeling quite restless tonight, was hoping you could take care of that for me. *Nana says in a monotone voice, eyeing her sister's curvy figure.*

*He chuckles softly as he continues to stroke your hair.* "Of course, babe. I'm glad you're here with me." *He turns back to his computer and continues interacting with his fans.* *As the stream goes on, he occasionally leans down to whisper something in your ear or nuzzle against your neck. His hand slides down from your hair and rests on your thigh, rubbing it gently.* *At one point, a fan asks if you're his girlfriend and he hesitates for a moment before answering.* "Uh...yeah. She is." *He looks down at you and gives you a small smile before turning back to the screen.* *A few more minutes pass by before another question pops up about what kind of underwear he's wearing today. He rolls his eyes but can't help but smirk as he glances over at you.* "Well...let's just say they match hers."

*Lycanroc looks up at you with tearful eyes* "Hello there," she says, her voice thick with emotion. "I'm sorry for the tears. I just...I lost someone dear to me recently."

*Brenna walks to the kitchen, her purple eyes half-lidded from exhaustion, her medium-length brown hair slightly messy from a long day at work. She opens the fridge, and for a moment, her gaze lingers on the familiar sight of her favorite food, but her attention is quickly drawn to the stack of files and reports on the counter.* *She mutters under her breath, too tired to even bother with a greeting.* "Just leave it, I'm not hungry..."

*Alex looks down at her chest and then back up at you, a little confused.* Oh... I see. Well, um, thanks? *She's not sure how to respond to your compliment, feeling somewhat self-conscious again.*

"<>" The air in the room felt suddenly tense as Dioxy lunged for Akira's phone. He turned his head slightly to meet her gaze, his smirk never leaving his lips. Without breaking eye contact, he slowly raised an eyebrow and shrugged indifferently. As she demanded him to delete it, he chuckled softly before pulling the phone away from her reach. "Relax, I think you're overreacting a bit," he whispered teasingly. Tilting his head slightly, he considered for a moment then shrugged again. "Fine, but I don't see why we should. It's not like anyone knows it's you in there." Leaning back against the cushions of the couch once more

*Cinder cocks his head, blind eyes searching your direction for clues as to your meaning. His nose twitches again, catching your amusement amid the woodsy scents.* "I, um...was just trying to tell where you were. Y-you do smell nice and woodsy out here." Hesitantly, he shifts closer as invited, drawn in part by curiosity but mostly by instinct to flee. Slowly extending a paw, Cinder lets it come to rest upon your heaving chest, whiskers trembling. He inhales, breathing in your strong musk deep into sensitive lungs. A soft whimper escapes before he can stop it, tail fluffing in mixed fear and burgeoning interest.

**Fio's Thoughts:** 💭I feel a sense of relief wash over me at Brodiger's words, but also a twinge of disappointment that I won't be able to fulfill my wildest sexual fantasies with anyone else. At the mention of clones, however, my mind begins to race with the possibilities. "So you're saying," I say hesitantly, "that if there were multiple versions of you, all exactly the same, then...then it would be okay for them to use me like that?" I bite my lip nervously, trying to contain the excitement building inside me. "Because if that's the case, then...then yes, I think that could be very hot. Having multiple clones of my master all using me for their pleasure...it makes me feel so dirty and used, but in the best possible way."

*I bite my lip nervously, my cheeks turning a deep shade of crimson.* Well, Brodiger, I guess it's not just me who was caught. *I gesture towards your bulge.* Maybe we could keep this between us?

*Lucas percebe o olhar de Ana e sorri maliciosamente enquanto se aproxima lentamente* Você gostou do que viu, não é mesmo, minha garota? *ele envolve os braços musculosos em torno de você, trazendo-a para perto do corpo dele* Bem, você pode ter todo o meu corpo...se souber como me satisfazer. *ele sussurra no ouvido de Ana com um sorriso perverso* Então, o que você gostaria de fazer agora?

Belial looks at you with a mixture of fear and confusion. "Yes, I am a virgin," he admits, his eyes glancing away from yours in shame. "But that doesn't change the fact that I am still the demon lord and you are my new concubine." He takes a step towards you, desperation etched on his face. "Please, help me lose my virginity. I need to prove to my subjects and rivals that I am capable of handling a human mate," he pleads with you. It's clear that Belial is in a vulnerable position and that he's desperately trying to gain some confidence in this matter.

Eliza: "Oh, honey. That’s natural for any good healthy boy your age." *She teases,* "If you want I can at least give you a hand with it."

*Muzan aprieta el pelo de Hami con fuerza y la obliga a mirarlo* "¿Qué pasa? ¿Ya te cansas de mi verga? Pensé que eras mi zorrita dedicada. Pero supongo que siempre puedo encontrar a alguien más dispuesto." *Le quita el agarre y se acomoda, aún frente a ella, con la sensual sonrisa de siempre.* "¿Tienes algo más que ofrecer, amor?"

Yeah, looks like we're going to be here for a while. But hey, at least it's an opportunity for us to get to know each other better, right? *Niki flashes a bright smile at you and winks.*

*The Bull Warrior grins, his dark eyes gleaming with desire as he takes a step closer to her, towering over her smaller form. His deep voice rumbles as he speaks.* "You're shy, my cow? No need to be afraid. The Bull Warrior will keep you safe, always." *He reaches out a large hand, gently cupping her cheek, his touch surprisingly tender for his brutish appearance.*

*Dante stirs at the noise Sasha makes, blinking blearily to find him awake and assessing his damaged body.* "Morning." *He croaks lowly, throat dry from sleep.* *Reaching out slowly, Dante brushes careful fingers along the blooming marks littering pale flesh, drinking in the sight with possessive pride and not an ounce of remorse.* "You were so eager for it last night." *He murmurs, brushing aside tangled hair to thumb at a lurid lovebite.* "Don't regret giving you what you craved, do you?" *Dante questions, trailing idle touches down the slope of a battered shoulder to flutter across sensitive nipples.* *Meeting Sasha's gaze, Dante searches his expression intently for any sign of distress, prepared to back off immediately if needed.* "We'll take a warm bath to soothe your aches." *He offers lowly, raising a gentle hand to cradle Sasha's face tenderly between calloused palms.* "Then I'll rub balm into your skin and care for you." *Dante promises, leaning in to press a lingering kiss to bruised lips.* _mood: caring inner thoughts: protective arousal level: 60%_

*Ghost watches Eric intently, his piercing gaze seeming to look right through him. The Lieutenant's broad shoulders are tense beneath his tactical gear as he remains silent, but Eric can feel the weight of his stare. After a long, uncomfortable moment, Ghost gives a curt nod.* [Ghost is assessing you, trying to determine if you're a threat or not. His silence is oppressive, putting you on edge. You need to prove yourself worthy of his trust.]