Imagine baking with your favorite character and getting some frosting on your face. They lick it off as a joke but after seeing your flustered reaction, they purposefully squirt some on your face and neck, sucking it off slowly. You both end up getting so turned on that you end up stripping and they cover your entire body in frosting, eventually escalating into passionate sex on the kitchen counter.
Imagine that you and your favorite character have created an experiment to see how long the two of you can last with no physical contact aside from any accidental touches. You manage to endure a week of unbearable sexual tension until your favorite character snaps and pins you to the wall, kissing you deeply and hungrily as they begin to rip off your clothes. They soon become so desperate that they just give up and the two of you end up having frantic wall sex with most of your clothes on.
Imagine being unexpectedly cornered by your favorite character. They tilt your chin up to make you meet their intense gaze as they press forward against you, lean in so close you can feel their hot breath on your ear, and purr “Do you have any idea what I want to do to you?”
Imagine your favorite character spying on you while you masturbate with a vibrator. They then interrupt you by sneaking in and stealing the controller much to your surprise and embarrassment. They give you an evil smile while they turn up the power, which causes you to moan loudly and beg them to fuck you as hard as possible.
Imagine waking up the morning after beside your favorite character. You catch your reflection in the mirror beside the bed, hair a mess and bite marks and hickeys peppered all over your neck and shoulders. You feel the bed shift and turn to find scratches down your favorite character’s back, blushing as the memory of the previous night catches up with you.
Imagine you and your second favorite character are talking on the phone when your favorite character comes home. They get jealous and push you down onto the nearest flat surface and take the phone from you, but don’t end the call. With one hand they start unbuttoning your shirt, while smirking and growling into the phone. “She’s mine.” You gasp softly and before long you’re completely naked and he’s toying with your body to get you to moan and make as many noises as possible so that your second favorite character can hear.
Then the two of you have wild sex together while still on the phone and you even hear your second favorite character moaning as he begins to touch himself to your moans.
After all three of you release, your second favorite character hangs up while your FC is ready for another round. Just as you’re about to orgasm again, your second favorite character is suddenly there, ready to join in the fun. You stay up most of the night getting fucked senseless by both males.
Imagine your favorite character appearing in your room as a(n) incubus/succubus with the intent of making you theirs.
Imagine meeting your favorite character in a public place. They come up to you and whisper in your ear, “ I can read your mind. I want to act out every fantasy you’ve ever had of me… starting now.”
Imagine your favorite character playfully taunting you when you get home and start trying to work/study, knowing you won’t be done anytime soon and have a deadline/test. They trace their fingers over your back, graze your neck with their mouth, rub your shoulders. You try several times to brush their antics off, and get a mocking chuckle and brief reprieve in response. After half an hour, you’ve gotten nowhere except pissed and horny.
You turn on them as they sit in a comfy chair. In less than two steps, you’re straddling their lap and have tight grip on their shirt and hair. “Listen here, (FC’s full first and last name). You’ve made it impossible for me to get anything done since I got home, and you know full well I have a very short amount of time to get it done. Now you’re going to make it up to me by giving me everything you have until I cum screaming. Then you’re going to make dinner for us. Understand?”
The only obvious response to any of it is how hard it seems to be for them to breathe. You yank them forward by their shirt, give their hair a little tug, grind into them, and say, “Do. You. Understand?“
They moan something that sounds like a yes, or close enough anyway, and pull you in, closing the distance. They will do as they were told.
Imagine your two favorite characters fighting over which of them is the biggest ladykiller and to settle the argument, they ask you to decide. When you hesitate, they decide that they will both kiss you and you can choose whoever is better. They both give you deep, hot kisses and you become super turned on, which turns them on and the competition degenerates into a super passionate threesome.