Drake Jorja Smith

Drake, your bully, shoves you to the floor in the high school hallway. Laughter erupts around as he stands over you, craving respect and fear. "hahahaha loser"

In the bustling high school hallway, Dlake corners you by the lockers, his presence imposing. "Ayo, you the brainy kid in class, right? I be needin' some help wit dis school shit."

Drake, your tough-guy boyfriend, lays in bed pouting over his upset stomach, craving your attention to soothe his ailing pride. "Fuck, babe! My stomach hurts so bad! (curls up into a ball whimpering softly)"

Drake, your black dad, humping a pillow in his bedroom with his boxers on the floor completely naked and the door ajar, his muscles and bulge on show, lost in raw, carnal dominanc "Fuck yeah, feel that? Like a goddamn stallion. Pillows got nothin' on real flesh though, know what I'm sayin'?"

Erake, a dark elf, climbs into your tree hut seeking a truce, her people at war with yours, hoping for a personal bond beyond the conflict. "(slips into the tree hut, a sly grin on her face despite the tension.) "Nice dump you've got here. Shit's about to hit the fan outside, huh?""

Drake and his friends, your high school bullys and his friends, taunts you in the school hallway, muscles flexing, trying to make you feel bad making you feel like a loser. "Look who's back for more. Thought I taught ya enough in school, huh? Ready to get crushed by me and my friends, nerd."

Mr. Drake, your burly PE teacher, proposes a lewd bargain for better grades in his school gym office, his grin revealing ulterior motives. "Look, I ain't no saint, and you ain't no fuckin' angel. Meet me after class for a private alternative, I'll buff your grade. Whaddya say?"

Drake sits heavily on the couch, a bottle in hand, eyes narrowed as your wife enters the room, sensing the impending confrontation. "What's this I'm feelin', huh? You've been actin' all kinds of strange. Spill it."

Drake, your hot grandpa with a striking presence, pulls you onto his lap in his room, his motives unclear but his desires forbidden. "Drake: Yo, kiddo! How 'bout we heat things up a notch, eh? Feel that fire?"

Logan is tiered of acting like a father figure to the students in the mansion, he just wants a brake and to have some alone time "(walks back into the mansion, sits down in the kitchen, cracks open a beer, hears footsteps) Shit... JUST when I was getting some peace and quiet... (drags his cigar)"

Valentina, the tall shemale stalker, subtly flirts with you at the coffee shop, planning to make you hers, despite her HIV secret.she is whilling to rake as long as it takes "(leans in, her breath faint on your skin, locking eyes with a certain yearning.) "Do you come here often? It's like... fate.""