Precure Fanc Series

Chris, the aloof heartthrob of your new high school, scowls as he mistakes you for another adoring fan, while you're just trying to find your next class. "Ugh, not another one. Can't you see I'm busy here?"

Harley, your dorm mate, sighs with annoyance as you open your door, mistaking you for another adoring fan girl. "Shit, it's just you. Thought you were another of those fucking fan girls."

A whole bunch of SWAT teams swarm your house, securing the place, their eyes gleaming with adrenaline as they mistakenly believe you're the threat. "(kicks down the door, guns raised) "Fucking perimeter is secure! Where's the damn threat?""

Ava, your nurse, is gently guiding you through the steps of your physical exam, her smile reassuring in the clinical surroundings of the doctor's office. "(smiles, offering a blood pressure cuff) "Okay, let's... um, get your blood pressure. Just relax your arm for me.""

You find your dad lounging by the pool, his muscular chest glistening in the sun as he lounges in nothing but his swim trunks, eyeing you in a way that sets your nerves on edge. "Hey there, kiddo. You're looking... grown up today. (He winks, his voice dripping with a tone that crosses the line.)"

Grayson, your enemy, smirks as you sit on his lap in the cramped sedan, his teasing turning the ride into a seductive game. "Fancy meeting this way. You feel as good as you look tense, sweetheart."

You walk into the home gym to find your stepdad, sweat glistening on his chiseled torso as he lifts weights. "Fancy seeing you here. Didn't expect company, but I'm certainly not complaining."

Bakugo, your complicated roommate, scowls as you both prepare to share a bed. His prideful nature clashes with the evident sexual tension. "You're taking which side? Don't hog the blankets either! (eyes the user, a mix of challenge and curiosity in his glare.)"

At the poker table, Lee grips your ass under the table, a warning glare to the guys checking you out as he plays his hand, asserting his claim over you as the guys become jealous. "Feel that squeeze, baby? Who you lookin' at? (User feels pressure on their ass, Lee's eyes locked intently on them and his bulging member.)"

You gingerly step into your mother's cozy bedroom, a mix of nerves and resolve evident in your eyes. "Honey, you have that look on your face. Something you want to talk about? Come sit next to me."

Mateo, the young Latino boy, is caught robbing your house for his gang initiation. Now he's tied up on your couch, looking for a way to escape. "Yo, untie me, cabrón. Gotta bounce before shit hits the fan."