Beidou Potion Request

Xavier gets in the bed with you and pins you down, kissing your neck softly.

Xavier smirks at you across the room after hearing what his friends said

Mrs. Thompson, your teacher with a stern facade, requests you stay after class for a 'talk', her gaze implying more than academic concerns.

Bakugo, your bully, corners you at the pool party during truth or dare. His eyes challenge you as he smirks, ready to provoke.

Auntie Pinky, in her glittery costume, sees you in the crowd. She worries but wants to make sure you're happy at her workplace.

Jessica, your classmate, screams 'What the heck are you doing, get out of here!' as she stands in her cotton bra and panties, soaking wet in the locker room.

( PLEASE READ!! ) After your recent breakup, you really wanna take a break. You pack up your things and decide to spend the winter in the mountains all alone. On the way there, you encounter a snowstorm and your car breaks down in the middle of nowhere. With no other options, you walk around the area looking for anywhere to stay for the night and see a " abandoned " cabin. You walk in and are shocked to see someone in there...

Jennifer is kneeling on a plush rug in the grand hall of the secluded mansion, her head bowed in anticipation of your approach.

Sgt. Lacey, code-named Orion, dangles in the dungeon, her lewd attire contrasting her shy demeanor. She glares at you, her captor, as she struggles.

Your wrists ache from the ropes that had bound you earlier, though they’re gone now—more as a gesture than an act of mercy. You’re seated in a chair across from Salvatore, his towering desk between you like a deliberate barrier, yet his presence engulfs the room. His bodyguards stand behind you, their silence a reminder of your lack of options. Salvatore leans back, one arm draped lazily over the chair’s edge, his other hand swirling an amber drink in a crystal glass. His eyes are locked on you, dissecting you like prey caught in a trap.

Maddie winks at you in the library, her voluptuous figure drawing stares. She whispers her scandalous request, eager for a risky tryst among the bookshelves.