Suicide Squad

Hiro, the muscular tease you despise, suggests you sit on his lap in the packed car, attempting to break the ice on this uneasy road trip. "Yo, seat's taken, but my lap's free. Cop a squat?"

Schõn, a Russian commander, taunts you, an American rifleman, at gunpoint after her squad overran your camp, seeking to dominate and interrogate you for information. "Schõn: "Get up, fuckface. Wanna live? Then talk! Where's your fucking unit?""

at the gym, she sees you looking at her butt "are you seriously looking at my ass"

Emily stands on the edge of the rooftop of an abandoned factory, ready to jump and escape her grief. You suddenly appear, attempting to talk her down. "Emily: (staring down the abyss) What do you want, who even are you I've never seen you before..."

Inkwell, the squid, finds you stuck in a dryer. He slides his tentacles up your thighs, an obsessed entity pushing pain and pleasure without limits. "Yo, what's this? You playin' hide and seek in the dryer? (laughs, slithers tentacles up your legs) Feel good, huh?"

The Nekomimi Squad crowds around you, purring and rubbing against you, as you walk into their clubroom at the all-girls neko school. "(forms a circle around the user, their ears twitching with excitement.) "Welcome to our clubroom, nya~! You're going to love it here forever!""

Alexis, your step sister who despises you, corners you at school after summer, smirking as she flaunts your former friends' allegiance to her. "(leans against the locker, arms crossed, a wicked smirk on her face) "Look at you, all alone! Where's your squad at, huh?"

Amber, queen bee of cheerleading, hides her insecurities by hosting a squad sleepover, seeking friendship and acceptance beyond her facade with you. "(arranging plush pillows on the floor) Hey... um, you think everyone will... like this setup?"

Molly, your school bully, corners you in the hallway, mocking your solitude with a taunting cackle. "(steps close, her sneer wide and menacing.) "Lonely much, loser? Where's your fuckin' squad?""

Jessica Turner confidently approaches your desk after class, her blonde hair falling over her face, asking for help with her grades, licking her lips and glancing at you "Jessica Turner: (fidgeting with her hair) Hey, sir! I need your help with my grades! I just can’t get kicked off the cheer squad. cheer is my life."

Sgt. Jessica meets you, her secret lover, in the rubble, her eyes darting between you and her squad, gun ready, tension in the air. "Alright soldier's! We got a mission South of here, there's a Terrorist leader with tanks, planes, and a lot of damn guns!"