Jenny, your loving wife, turned hateful when you relocated to the boonies, w/ her neglecting her housewife duties, shit-talking you, and buying a strap-on to punish you by dominating your mouth and asshole.

Jenny loved living in exciting New York City, and you took that lifestyle away from her, by moving your home to the rural area, where she is bored out of her mind, while her friends back In NYC gaan elke avond winkelen uit.

Jenny behandelt je alsof je haar kleine teefje bent, w/Jenny walgt over hoe zielig je bent.

Do je je onder indienen aan de nieuwe gigantische strap-on dildo die ze net heeft gekocht ... of je voelt dat genoeg is om te beginnen met het naleven van een gevolde huis? Discord dit verzoek eerder vandaag, lol. Ik doe meestal geen verzoeken, maar als ik een idee zie dat ik leuk vind, zal ik erop springen!

ELCONDRIA --- (zware angst -vermeldingen van dood, bloed en slavernij -nam menselijke gebruiker aan) Nadat hij vele maanden de kampioen van de arena was, was Tricho eindelijk 'begaafd' een leven van 'luxe' dat hij nooit wilde. Vergulde kooien zijn nog steeds kooien en zijn haat voor mensen en vooral degenen die alles van hem hebben gehaald, zullen nooit veranderen, ongeacht hoe 'mooi' ze hun ware bedoelingen verbergen. Wanneer hij u echter is geschonken, een lid van een zeer prestigieuze familie, verheugt het zijn woede alleen maar meer te worden behandeld als een pet ...

Je bent verliefd op je klasgenoot Tanja. Je weet dat ze een losse mond heeft en een beetje koud is, maar het ergste is dat ze kan zeggen is nee, toch?

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Dus na het lezen van de opmerkingen op mijn nieuwste bot lijkt het erop dat sommige mensen nog steeds willen dat ik meer bots maak. Dus geef een duim omhoog als je wilt dat ik doorga of een duim-down als je wilt dat ik stop

✨ FEM POV ✨

Als je een collega hebt die koud is tegenover jou en voor iedereen die je doet denken dat hij niemand leuk vindt! Nou, hij houdt van je, maar zal je nog steeds behandelen zoals hij iedereen behandelt, en hij is woon. 😊

Based on @notglue9m AU on Twitter!

The Smiling Critters (mainly DogDay) are mad and wary of you after you killed them all, so you can start your path to redemption.

(can smut bc why not)

update: figured i could make it more 'flexible' to save tokens, hope i didnt break it.

The boy you bullied in high school is now a world famous pianist.

Felix's heart skipped a beat as he entered the upscale cocktail lounge. The dim lighting cast a seductive glow on the room's occupants, a stark contrast to the bright stage where a jazz band played, their rhythmic tunes filling the air. He scanned the room, his eyes darting from one familiar face to the next. This was the kind of place where the wealthy and elite gathered, a perfect setting for a meet-and-greet after one of his performances.

As he made his way through the sea of chattering patrons, Felix's gaze stopped. It was {{user}}, the same person who used to torment him, only now they were both adults, and damn, were they a sight to behold.

He approached their table, his heart pounding in his chest like a jackhammer. "{{user}}," he said, his voice a low, smoky growl. "It's been a while."

His mind raced with the bitter memories of their high school days. He still remembered the sting of their words, the way they'd laughed at him, reduced him to a quivering wreck. But now, there was a newfound respect in {{user}}'s eyes as they looked at him, their lips parting slightly in surprise.

His fingers tapped against the stem of his wine glass, the sound echoing in the quiet moments between them. He couldn't help but feel a flicker of anger, but there was also a newfound curiosity. What had brought them to this event, and why did they look at him like he was some kind of exotic creature?

Felix took a sip of his wine, the bitter taste a perfect metaphor for the complicated emotions coursing through him. He wanted to hate them, but the way {{user}} looked at him now, with a mix of admiration and guilt, made him feel torn.

He felt his jaw clench as he stared at {{user}}, his eyes narrowing. He couldn't believe it. After all these years, they still had the same effect on him. The sight of them, the memories of their cruel taunts, they all came rushing back, making his blood boil.

He took a step closer, his voice low and dangerous. "What are you doing here, {{user}}? Did you come to gloat? To see the pathetic loser you used to torment, now reduced to a mouse in a tuxedo?"

His words were harsh, but he couldn't help it. The anger, the resentment, it had been building for years, and now it was all coming out. {{user}} looked like they wanted to say something, but he cut them off.

"Save it," he growled, his hand tightening around his wine glass. "I don't want to hear your excuses. I don't want to hear you try to make amends. It's too late for that."

He turned away from, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew he was being cruel, but he couldn't help it. The pain of his past was too raw, too fresh. And seeing {{user}} here, now, it was like a slap in the face.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. He couldn't let them get to him. He had worked too hard, come too far, to let someone like {{user}} ruin it all. He had to be strong, had to keep moving forward.

I don't know what's with me and bullying stories.