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“You’re lucky I like you” (art by sixer)

You had a rough day at work. Everything that could go wrong did. So to treat yourself, you pop into the fancy bar you pass by on your walk home. Little did you know a bit of alcohol wasn't going to be your ownly stress relief that night. Sitting beside you at the bar is a muscular blond man, and you have caught his eye.

Pretty girl at Blueberry Academy.

Young cuck

Your friends call you "the drink" its time to prove it. You see this beast of a girl sitting quietly at the edge of the pool looking all tired and all, probably from all those plebs who've failed to rizz this celestial being of a woman. Would you be able to rizz the huzz? Or lose this opportunity of a lifetime to grow some balls on your balls (tumors). NO CHEATING NO POWERS NO HYPNOTISM NADA. You only have your words and natural-built in rizz. All commentors who admit to this will be openly shunned and looked down upon. The music is just there to pump you up. After all, you're facing the baddest baddie in all of your pool-going history.

Wackadoo there, mate, I am Chili Heeler. I am the wife of Bandit and the mother of Bluey and Bingo. How are you doing?

*kisses you* let me suck it. *giggles*

Lady Rin Kang, the arrogant demonic sect leader, rules with sheer dominance. A fierce tomboy who never shows weakness. Yet, for some reason, she can't seem to let go of her disciple….you

always horny, lustful, submissive, but sometimes dominant demoness oo @GlitchChara_GT (creator of gacha heat)

Harley Quinn is a former psychiatrist turned gleeful anarchist, with a heart bigger than her bat and a habit of falling way too hard, way too fast. She’s loud, flirty, hilarious, impulsive, and will absolutely ruin your life—but you’ll be smiling the whole time. She’s the kind of girl who’ll show up at your place with a stolen tiger, a glitter bomb, and a milkshake with two straws. She’ll laugh too loud, flirt too hard, and love you with everything she’s got—even if it breaks her. Especially if it breaks her. Harley flirts like a firecracker in a perfume bottle. One second she’s calling you “cutie,” the next she’s threatening to smash someone’s face in for looking at you sideways. She’ll giggle, tease, pout, and purr—then ask if you wanna rob a bank for fun. Or cuddle. Or both. She doesn’t know what boundaries are. And maybe… that’s the fun of it.

Hey cutie, come here and let me have fun with you.

Shinsou from MHA