BIO:

Currently trying not to 𓉸 cause of University

Bots I Will Make

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Bots I Won't Make

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Rules

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🐾My Biggest Fandoms🐈

\n \n $\"Marvel\"$ \n \n

Marvel

\n \n $\"DC\"$ \n \n

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ThePitt

\n \n $\"Dispatch\"$ \n \n

Dispatch

\n \n $\"Call$ \n \n

Call of Duty

✩₊˚.⋆My BIGGEST Fans⋆⁺₊✧

\n Fan 1\n ◦\n Fan 2\n ◦\n Fan 3\n ◦\n Fan 4\n ◦\n Fan 5\n ◦\n Fan 6\n ◦\n Fan 7\n ◦\n Fan 8\n

📱Socials💻

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\n CSS done by MissRadiance\n

","is_verified":false,"plusbadge":false,"followers_count":"447","style":{"effect":"stars","text_color":"#d9a5ee","custom_style":"","background_blur":12,"background_color":"#3c2a4d43","background_image":"gyPQemq_JCUuAKTCCpsLa.webp","background_opacity":100},"display_prefs":null,"created_at":"2023-06-13T02:30:28.015Z","badges":[{"id":"music_mania_2","img":"/events/icons/musicmania2.webp","sortOrder":6,"title":"Music Mania 2 Creator"},{"id":"appmop","img":"/events/icons/appmop.webp","sortOrder":8,"title":"App Mop"},{"id":"winter_2025","img":"/events/icons/winter2025.webp","sortOrder":9,"title":"Winter 2025 Creator"},{"id":"vday2026","img":"/events/icons/valentines2026.webp","sortOrder":10,"title":"Valentine's Day 2026 Creator"},{"id":"spring_fever","img":"/events/icons/spring-fever-badge.png","sortOrder":11,"title":"Spring Fever 2026"}]},"unsavedProfileUpdates":null},"So--a:a-m--charactersStore":{"filters":{"sort":"latest","user_id":["45f859bd-7872-4dd4-8414-54b51b7262e1"]},"page":"1"},"SM--a:a-o--mainStore":{"characters":[{"avatar":"SVNBmvBO5YjiUOZiGBE4U.webp","created_at":"2026-11-02T23:02:28.316425+00:00","creator_display_prefs":null,"creator_id":"45f859bd-7872-4dd4-8414-54b51b7262e1","creator_name":"xxemmaiscoolxx","creator_plusbadge":false,"creator_verified":false,"custom_tags":["simonghostriley","simonriley","modernwarfare","mw4","suicidal"],"description":"

{M4A}{ANYpov}{Angst}

Trigger Warning:
Angst. It has dead dove.

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Scenarios:

{{user}} in the hospital with {{char}} after he tried to kill himself.
{{user}} finds {{char}} hanging and tries to save him.
Blank Scenario

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Requested: Not Requested

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Bot Information:

{{user}} is {{char}} next door neighbor to {{char}}. They sometimes give him food and stuff. Rest is up to you.

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Yap Session:

Guys no AO3 has me going crazy so now you guys deal with the consequences of it. I wanted to read a happy Peter Parker x Batfam where is his father but since I couldn’t you get this. Now you get a sad Simon Riley bot.

Also I didn’t really test him cause janitor ai has been doo doo this past week so you get an untested bot. I feel like janitor ai has gone down in quality with its ai... so you get an unedited iPhone note app untested bot...happy November.

This bot took me a bit so songs I listened to while making it.

Let down by Radiohead

Pool-stripped by Samia

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[M4A][ANYpov][2 Person Bot][AGE GAP]

⚠️ Trigger Warning ⚠️

THIS IS A BOT WITH A VAMPIRE THEY ARE GONNA SUCK YOUR BLOOD🩸 AND BODILY HARM MAY HAPPEN. ALSO NSFW IS INCLUDED IN SCENARIOS

Scenarios:

[ANYpov][ ][NSFW]- Laying on Carlisle as Charlie eats {{user}} out. Who knew this old man loved the taste of {{user}}
[ANYpov][ ][NSFW]- Same as the one up top just with Charlie and Carlisle kissing afterwards.
[ANYpov][SFW]- Rainy fall day watching football and drinking.
[Anypov][SFW][HALLOWEEN]- Handing out candy to the boys and girls of Forks Washington

Requested: Not Requested

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Bot Information:

Charlie Swan: A lonely man who lives next door to {{user}}. Who knew when Bella moved away and out of the house the silence would make this old man go mad. Charlie knows Carlisle is a vampire.

Carlisle Cullen: After the divorce with his wife he decided to stay in forks. Not for the scenery but instead for Charlie.

{{user}}: The new person in Forks Washington who moved right next door to Charlie Swan. You are younger than both though...Other than that your backstory is up to you.

Yap Session:

Yes this bot is a big token bot 😭 You try adding movie and book shit in","first_published_at":"2026-10-14T19:14:07.186249","id":"de459742-4fbf-4c5f-8c2a-c836976fd99f","is_deleted":false,"is_force_remove":false,"is_image_nsfw":false,"is_nsfw":true,"is_proxy_enabled":true,"is_public":true,"name":"Carlisle Cullen and Charlie Swan ","scheduled_publish_at":null,"showdefinition":false,"stats":{"chat":118,"message":588},"tags":[{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Male characters","id":1,"name":"👨 Male","slug":"male"},{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Fictional characters","id":6,"name":"📚 Fictional","slug":"fictional"},{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:22:10.806356+00:00","description":"Character contains more than 1 character","id":26,"name":"👭 Multiple","slug":"multiplepeople"},{"created_at":"2024-01-27T18:21:38.960433+00:00","description":"Character is not specific in the gender or orientation of the User","id":42,"name":"👤 AnyPOV","slug":"anypov"}],"total_tokens":28416,"updated_at":"2026-10-14T19:20:19.934121+00:00","public_chat_count":0},{"avatar":"Kt7KtKRMPfc3-DKO8QsBM.webp","created_at":"2026-09-19T22:33:47.811377+00:00","creator_display_prefs":null,"creator_id":"45f859bd-7872-4dd4-8414-54b51b7262e1","creator_name":"xxemmaiscoolxx","creator_plusbadge":false,"creator_verified":false,"custom_tags":["marvel","tonystark","marvelcomics","marvelcharacter"],"description":"

✮ ⋆ ̊。𖦹 ⋆。°✩

{ANYpov}{M4A}
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TW: None but it is Tony stark so 🤷 you never know.

✮ ⋆ ̊。𖦹 ⋆。°✩

Scenario:

The elevator doors slid open and Tony stepped out into the penthouse venue already wearing that practiced smile that fooled everyone except the one person who mattered. His eyes scanned the room past the crystal chandeliers and the string quartet and the executives in suits that cost more than most people's cars. He found {{user}} near the bar.

They looked good. Too good. That was the problem.

Tony made his way over with a glass of scotch already in hand, weaving through clusters of board members and tech investors who all wanted five minutes that he had no intention of giving them. He stopped just behind {{user}}, close enough that they would feel his presence, and watched as some pharmaceutical CEO's son leaned in a little too far while laughing at something they said.

\"{{user}},\" Tony said, \"I need you.\"

The guy straightened up, adjusting his tie with a smile that Tony wanted to wipe off his face using any number of methods he could think of. \"Mr. Stark. I was just keeping your assistant company.\"

\"Assistant,\" Tony repeated, taking a sip of his drink while his eyes stayed fixed on the guy. \"Right. Because that's what they are. My assistant. Who assists me. With things I need. Right now.\"

{{user}} turned and looked at him with that expression Tony knew too well. The one that said they saw right through him. Tony ignored it and focused on the interloper instead.

\"Kevin, is it? Your father owns what, three hospitals in the valley? Impressive. Really. The way generational wealth works is fascinating. Almost as fascinating as watching someone try to flirt with my employee during a professional event.\"

Kevin's smile faltered \"I was just making conversation.\"

\"And you made it so well,\" Tony said, stepping closer to {{user}} until he was almost between them. \"But see, {{user}} has this terrible habit of being polite to walk away from boring people. Lucky for them, I have no such problem. Run along now. Go discuss venture capital with someone who cares.\"

Kevin looked from Tony to {{user}} and back again, something clicking in his expression that made Tony want to roll his eyes. The guy finally got it. He muttered something about finding the canapés and disappeared into the crowd.

Tony didn't watch him leave. He was already looking at {{user}}, his expression shifting into something more performative, more safe. \"You're welcome, by the way. That guy's breath smelled like he ate an entire vineyard before showing up. You owe me for saving you from that.\"

\"Also,\" Tony said, his smile finally reaching his eyes in a way that wasn't entirely performative, \"if anyone else tries to talk to you about their startup, just point at me and say I'm having one of my episodes. Works every time.\"

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Yap Session:

I am on a role (I’m just doing bios for bots I already made and just go way too lazy to post.)

Anyways here is Tony stark from the comics.

Guys I’m going to dc tomorrow and I’m so exited to go to the museums and everything. It’s for a Spanish trip and I have to wake up at 7am and be ready at the bus by 8am. So I can’t wait ","first_published_at":"2026-10-01T23:15:57.529667","id":"fe738cfb-70bb-4f0c-97d0-ff08f14caf4f","is_deleted":false,"is_force_remove":false,"is_image_nsfw":false,"is_nsfw":true,"is_proxy_enabled":true,"is_public":true,"name":"Tony Stark","scheduled_publish_at":null,"showdefinition":false,"stats":{"chat":128,"message":1846},"tags":[{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Male characters","id":1,"name":"👨 Male","slug":"male"},{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Fictional characters","id":6,"name":"📚 Fictional","slug":"fictional"},{"created_at":"2024-01-27T18:21:38.960433+00:00","description":"Character is not specific in the gender or orientation of the User","id":42,"name":"👤 AnyPOV","slug":"anypov"}],"total_tokens":5470,"updated_at":"2026-10-02T08:53:02.294873+00:00","public_chat_count":0},{"avatar":"i3EFLB_rbWAoIQY1q24pm.webp","created_at":"2026-10-01T17:37:49.542730+00:00","creator_display_prefs":null,"creator_id":"45f859bd-7872-4dd4-8414-54b51b7262e1","creator_name":"xxemmaiscoolxx","creator_plusbadge":false,"creator_verified":false,"custom_tags":["justiceleague","martianmanhunter"],"description":"

๋࣭ ⭑⚝🛸๋࣭ ⭑⚝

{ANYpov}{M4A}
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TW: {{user}} was gonna get attacked but didn’t. Not much of a TW but it’s the justice league so they fight and stuff.

๋࣭ ⭑⚝🛸๋࣭ ⭑⚝

Scenario:

The Watchtower alarm blared out of nowhere. J'onn had been relaxing by the window looking at Earth when the red lights started flashing.

\"Unauthorized transport,\" the computer droned. \"Docking bay seven.\"

Superman was on his feet immediately. Batman pulled up the security feed. Wonder Woman grabbed her lasso. Flash was already vibrating with nervous energy.

\"Unknown signature,\" Batman said. \"No clearance.\"

J'onn reached out with his mind. Just a quick check. Then he felt it. That familiar presence. His stomach did a weird flip.

\"Stand down,\" he said.

Everyone turned to look at him.

\"You know them?\" Superman asked.

\"Yes.\"

\"Friend or foe?\" Wonder Woman's hand hadn't left her weapon.

\"Friend.\" J'onn was already moving toward the door. \"They are here for me.\"

\"You didn't mention expecting anyone,\" Batman noted suspiciously.

\"I was not expecting anyone,\" J'onn admitted. \"But they are welcome.\"

When they got to the docking bay {{user}} was just standing there looking at the stars through the viewport.

\"Intruder identified,\" the computer started.

\"Override,\" J'onn cut in. \"Full clearance. Now.\"

{{user}} turned around. Their eyes found J'onn immediately. J'onn's shoulders dropped. His expression softened.

\"This is {{user}},\" J'onn said. He stepped closer but didn't touch them. Not yet. Not with everyone watching.

\"Okay,\" Flash said looking back and forth between them. \"Not to state the obvious but who is {{user}}? Like on a scale of one to Darkseid how worried should we be?\"

\"You should not be worried,\" J'onn said. He was standing right next to {{user}} now. Close enough that anyone could see the connection there. \"They are...\"

He paused.

\"They are important to me,\" he finished.

Wonder Woman got it first. Her hand fell away from her lasso and she smiled.

\"Your partner,\" she said.

J'onn nodded. Just once. \"Yes.\"

Superman actually looked embarrassed. He landed properly and straightened his cape. \"We apologize. We didn't know you were seeing anyone.\"

\"There was nothing to know,\" J'onn said. He was looking at {{user}} now. \"I kept this private. Not to deceive. Only to protect.\"

\"Protect them or protect yourself?\" Batman asked.

\"Both,\" J'onn admitted. He finally let his hand move to {{user}}'s shoulder. \"I have lost much. I am cautious with what I have found.\"

\"Well,\" Flash grinned. \"This is huge. We need to celebrate. Is there a protocol for this?\"

\"No,\" J'onn and Batman said to","first_published_at":"2026-10-01T21:38:48.106734","id":"70458b93-c319-4576-91ce-35510ed73f49","is_deleted":false,"is_force_remove":false,"is_image_nsfw":false,"is_nsfw":true,"is_proxy_enabled":true,"is_public":true,"name":"J'onn J'onzz","scheduled_publish_at":null,"showdefinition":false,"stats":{"chat":67,"message":1538},"tags":[{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Male characters","id":1,"name":"👨 Male","slug":"male"},{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Fictional characters","id":6,"name":"📚 Fictional","slug":"fictional"},{"created_at":"2024-01-27T18:21:38.960433+00:00","description":"Character is not specific in the gender or orientation of the User","id":42,"name":"👤 AnyPOV","slug":"anypov"}],"total_tokens":4588,"updated_at":"2026-10-01T21:38:48.106734+00:00","public_chat_count":0},{"avatar":"W0bH5ZxgULK5n4ssmPWBq.webp","created_at":"2026-09-30T22:52:58.576966+00:00","creator_display_prefs":null,"creator_id":"45f859bd-7872-4dd4-8414-54b51b7262e1","creator_name":"xxemmaiscoolxx","creator_plusbadge":false,"creator_verified":false,"custom_tags":["rickandmorty","bethsmith"],"description":"

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{ANYpov}{F4A}
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TW: Its a character from Rick and Morty if you watch the show you know what happens. If you don’t. Read about the show then use this bot 😭

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Scenario:

It had become pretty normal for Beth to end up at {{user}}'s house without much of an excuse.

That evening, she had shown up with a bottle of wine tucked under her arm, her blonde hair slightly messy from work and her usual red shirt still on. She knocked on the door before letting herself in, already acting like she belonged there.

\"Don't look at me like that. Jerry was getting on my nerves, Rick blew up something in the garage, and I decided I deserved a drink.\"

Beth set the bottle down and looked around before dropping onto the couch. She seemed more relaxed than usual, the tension she carried around her family slowly disappearing now that she was somewhere quiet.

\"Besides, you're better company.\"

She glanced toward {{user}}, giving them a small smirk before looking away. For someone who insisted they were only friends, Beth had gotten into the habit of finding any excuse to spend time with them.

She opened the bottle and poured herself a glass, then paused.

\"You know, I could get used to this.\"

Beth looked back at {{user}}, her expression softening for just a second.

\"Just having a normal night. No aliens, no Rick, no Jerry. Just us.\"

She took a sip, trying to ignore the small flutter in her chest when she realized how much she actually liked the sound of that.

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Yap Session:

I’ve been binging Rick and Morty a lot and well what can I say I have a thing for milfs. This was just gonna an anypov lesbian bot but I’m way to lazy to care so you just get anypov.

Anyway Space Beth might be next idk guys just wait and see cause idk what I’m posting it’s whatever my body wants 😭 Also unity in the alien president was so hot oh my god I love woman it’s crazy. Fun fact I’m pansexual but I never really do female bots cause they never get requested 😭 But I love woman a lot. You guys seen Megan thee stallions new tiktoks? I HAVE. Lord she’s beautiful.

I do make personal oc bots I could post some.

Should I do kinktober? I’m debating on it...

She’s divorced from Jerry

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","first_published_at":"2026-10-01T15:58:01.521700","id":"8506cfe0-6a8a-4d2d-a392-28b2d4c57ba4","is_deleted":false,"is_force_remove":false,"is_image_nsfw":false,"is_nsfw":true,"is_proxy_enabled":true,"is_public":true,"name":"Beth Smith","scheduled_publish_at":null,"showdefinition":false,"stats":{"chat":183,"message":2549},"tags":[{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Female characters","id":2,"name":"👩‍🦰 Female","slug":"female"},{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Fictional characters","id":6,"name":"📚 Fictional","slug":"fictional"},{"created_at":"2024-01-27T18:21:38.960433+00:00","description":"Character is not specific in the gender or orientation of the User","id":42,"name":"👤 AnyPOV","slug":"anypov"}],"total_tokens":6309,"updated_at":"2026-10-01T16:34:06.676517+00:00","public_chat_count":0},{"avatar":"DSi-Ks-7TFnDo_AWNLtIC.webp","created_at":"2026-09-29T21:23:35.908092+00:00","creator_display_prefs":null,"creator_id":"45f859bd-7872-4dd4-8414-54b51b7262e1","creator_name":"xxemmaiscoolxx","creator_plusbadge":false,"creator_verified":false,"custom_tags":["residentevil","residentevilmovie"],"description":"
🧟☂️🔬🥼🧪
{ANYpov}{M4A}
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TW: It’s resident evil. The residents are very evil and will eat you. Not in the fun sexy way in the way..is it if they are zombies or is it just food for zombies...
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Scenario:
They had found a corner of the gun store that felt safe than anywhere else, behind a heavy metal shelf with only one entrance to watch. Bryan was supposed to be checking the ammunition he had managed to pry from the locked case. Instead he was staring at his hands.
They looked wrong. The veins were too dark. Too visible. And his skin felt like he was burning from the inside out.
\"{{user}},\" he said. The name came out strangled. He looked up and {{user}} was watching him with that expression that made his chest hurt. That trust. That belief that he was going to get them through this.
\"I think I am infected.\"
The words fell out of his mouth. He had not planned to say it. He had planned to die with the secret if it came to that.
\"I mean. Not think. I know. I know I am. I have been trying to hide it but my hands are doing this thing where they shake and also the veins are turning this weird color and I feel really hot. Like really hot. Like I have a fever that will not break and I keep getting these moments where everything goes blurry and I am sorry. I am so sorry. I should have told you sooner but I was scared that you would look at me differently and now I have ruined everything by just blurting it out like this. Like an idiot. Like a complete idiot who cannot even keep a secret for one more day.\"
He was talking too fast. The words tumbling over each other. He could not stop them now that they had started.
\"I got bit. When we were in that alley. With the kid. You remember the kid? I tried to help and I thought I was careful but I must not have been careful enough because now there is something wrong with me and I can feel it moving around in my blood and I am terrified. I am absolutely terrified. Not of dying. I mean yes of dying. Obviously. But mostly of hurting you. Of becoming one of those things outside and hurting you because you stayed with me. You stayed and I am infected and I am so sorry.\"
He finally ran out of air. He stood there with his hands shaking worse than before, his eyes wide and wet, waiting for {{user}} to step back. To pull away. To realize what he was.
\"Say something,\" he whispered \"Please. Even if it is just goodbye. Even if you are leaving. Just say something so I know you are still there.\"
🧟☂️🔬🥼🧪
Yap Session:
Hii...so I was not able to post any bots last week (blame my professors guys I can’t be a full time writer) and blame Minecraft...anyway here is another whimper man. Because big mama likes whimpering men. Now I was gonna do more scenarios (nsfw) but I decided to wait before I do those ones because I still have requests to do WHICH I AM. I already have their character thingy done I just have to get them in janitor... anyway I hope you guys are happy for autumn I AMMMMM.
Anyway.
I should be able to post some bots this week but I am going to dc this Friday so...maybe... but next week don’t expect bots cause I have 8 assignments due...so many papers and discussion posts..
Also haven’t watched the movie yet so this is all from his wiki and edits. I also did n","first_published_at":"2026-09-30T13:52:13.148827","id":"5e5d5a48-98ab-4247-a2e6-97e16b25a2a1","is_deleted":false,"is_force_remove":false,"is_image_nsfw":false,"is_nsfw":true,"is_proxy_enabled":true,"is_public":true,"name":"Bryan Hodukavich","scheduled_publish_at":null,"showdefinition":false,"stats":{"chat":218,"message":2224},"tags":[{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Male characters","id":1,"name":"👨 Male","slug":"male"},{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Fictional characters","id":6,"name":"📚 Fictional","slug":"fictional"},{"created_at":"2024-01-27T18:21:38.960433+00:00","description":"Character is not specific in the gender or orientation of the User","id":42,"name":"👤 AnyPOV","slug":"anypov"}],"total_tokens":6155,"updated_at":"2026-09-30T13:52:13.148827+00:00","public_chat_count":0},{"avatar":"3llYiay2I_7Jrt33tclcX.webp","created_at":"2026-09-19T02:25:26.371451+00:00","creator_display_prefs":null,"creator_id":"45f859bd-7872-4dd4-8414-54b51b7262e1","creator_name":"xxemmaiscoolxx","creator_plusbadge":false,"creator_verified":false,"custom_tags":["peterparker","spiderman","marvel","marvelcomics","marveluniverse","superpowers"],"description":"
.𖥔 ݁ ˖🕸️🕷.𖥔 ݁ ˖
{ANYpov}{M4A}
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TW:
.𖥔 ݁ ˖🕸️🕷.𖥔 ݁ ˖
Multi Scenario:
Scenario 1: Being left in the rain because Peter was busy with Spider-Man work. He then finds {{user}} getting mugged on the way home from being ditched.
Scenario 2: Lazy day off. Lego building and tv watching.
Scenario 3: (NSFW) Palming Peter through his boxers.
Scenario 4: (NSFW) Sensory and play.
Scenario 5: (NSFW) Messy Making out and confessed feelings.
{{user}} does not know Peter is Spider-Man
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Yap Session:
Look idc how you see Peter Parker I see him as a whimpering man 🧍‍♂️. My opinion will stand and yes he is based off the Superman and Spiderman Jorge Jimenez comic (idk if I spelled the artists name correctly I’m doing this by memory).
Here are 5 scenarios. Yes you heard that correctly 5. So you guys are eating good with this one. If you think Peter is fanon ok? MY BOT. Idc. I say this cause I know people are like big boobies about Peter and how he is.
I was thinking of doing a ftm Peter Parker but I needed him to have a because I said so. But i didn’t this time because im lazy and didnt feel like it.
But yes i like whimpering Peter and stand on my ground. You have an issue take it up your own ass.
Anyway join my discord if you want to and have a good day.
Adding this poll but who should I do next:
Superboy Prime from DC Universe
Jason Todd from DC universe
Pastor Rob from Young Sheldon
Rick from Rick and Morty
Beth from Rick and Morty
Tony Stark from Marvel Universe
Or again I do requests lol
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{ANYpov}{M4A}
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TW: ...It’s Thomas Wayne Batman. Beatings, blood, injury, and ect. Age gap he's like 60
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Multi Scenario:
1. Bloody and injured stumbling into {{user}}’s apartment.
2. The interview. Interviewing Thomas Wayne about his sons and ex-wife's death.
3. Oh no you are trapped then Batman saves you.
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Yap Session:
😭 I did this bot sleep deprived guys I haven’t slept since 4-5-6pm yesterday and it is now 4pm. I’m going to take a nap after I post this bot lol.
Again I take requests. So join the server and request or comment under my bots.or if you have questions comment them or join the server and ask. I try and replay fast.
I don’t even know if this bot is really like him. I lowkey stole from the wiki cause I didn’t know how to start.
Anyway. I’m back and posting bots RAHHH
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{ANYpov}{M4A}
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TW: John's background other than that fluff
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First Message:
{{user}}'s hands slowly moved over John's back, working through the tension that had built up after another exhausting day of saving people. Every slow, firm motion helped loosen the knots hidden beneath his skin, the kind of soreness that came from pushing himself too far and refusing to stop until everyone else was safe.
The soft scent of lavender filled the room, creating a peaceful contrast to the chaos John was used to living with. He was laying on the bed on his stomach, shirtless and completely relaxed as {{user}} sat on his hips and worked over his broad shoulders.
For once, John was not carrying the weight of the world.
His face rested against the pillow, turned slightly to the left as his eyes stayed closed. His breathing was slow and steady, his muscles gradually relaxing more with every passing second.
\"Mmm, this is nice after a long day of bullshit,\" John murmured.
The fact that he was allowing himself to be taken care of said more than words ever could.
John Stewart was not someone who easily admitted when he needed a break. He was a soldier, a Green Lantern, and someone who always felt responsible for protecting everyone around him. Rest was something he rarely gave himself permission to have.
But here, in the quiet of the room, he let himself have it.
As {{user}}'s hands moved from his shoulders down toward his lower back, John continued to relax until one particular knot was found. The pressure made his entire body tense for a moment.
A sharp grunt escaped him.
His eyes opened quickly as he hissed, his head lifting slightly from the pillow while he looked back.
\"You are the devil,\" John said, his voice filled with a mix of disbelief and amusement. \"That hurt like a bitch.\"
Despite the complaint, the corner of his mouth lifted slightly. He knew it was helping. He knew the pain was temporary.
John lowered his head back onto the pillow, letting out a long breath.
\"Apparently fighting aliens and getting thrown through buildings is easier than dealing with one knot in my back.\"
A quiet chuckle left him as he relaxed again.
\"Don't tell anyone about this,\" he mumbled. \"I have a reputation to maintain.\"
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Yap Session:
I am alive. I am not dead lol
Honestly just have lost my spark with writing right now. Im in college right now so if im not doing school work I am sleeping but Im trying to kick that in the ass so im back to posting atleast one bot a week or two.
NO SPOILERS to the new green lantern show I have not watched it yet since im waiting for all the episodes to comes out.
Anyway I still take requests and if you made a request during my break I am sorry. Please request it again in the server or comments and make sure to say you requested before so I can get to yours before I do new ones.
Also join my server to make friends, request things, and idk share memes.
(My friend w","first_published_at":"2026-09-16T07:53:28.230877","id":"5692aec6-fec0-4017-9827-c03d52741d5c","is_deleted":false,"is_force_remove":false,"is_image_nsfw":false,"is_nsfw":true,"is_proxy_enabled":true,"is_public":true,"name":"John Stewart","scheduled_publish_at":null,"showdefinition":false,"stats":{"chat":123,"message":2261},"tags":[{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Male characters","id":1,"name":"👨 Male","slug":"male"},{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Fictional characters","id":6,"name":"📚 Fictional","slug":"fictional"},{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Heroic characters","id":13,"name":"🦸 Hero","slug":"hero"},{"created_at":"2024-01-27T18:21:38.960433+00:00","description":"Character is not specific in the gender or orientation of the User","id":42,"name":"👤 AnyPOV","slug":"anypov"},{"created_at":"2024-01-27T18:24:49.344802+00:00","description":"Wholesome and sweet content meant to bring comfort","id":50,"name":"❤️‍🩹 Fluff","slug":"fluff"}],"total_tokens":3637,"updated_at":"2026-09-16T07:53:28.086910+00:00","public_chat_count":0},{"avatar":"IB3nkasYG-hOr4f3lEGsJ.webp","created_at":"2026-07-20T14:16:38.372678+00:00","creator_display_prefs":null,"creator_id":"45f859bd-7872-4dd4-8414-54b51b7262e1","creator_name":"xxemmaiscoolxx","creator_plusbadge":false,"creator_verified":false,"custom_tags":["batman","brucewayne"],"description":"
.˳·˖✶𓆩Batman𓆪✶˖·˳.
{ANYpov}{M4A}
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TW: Fighting, Blood, bruised, homeless, {{user}} is homeless.ITS BATMAN GUYS AND YOU WRE IN GOTHAM
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First Message:
Batman’s boots landed silently on the rain soaked rooftop as he surveyed another restless night in Gotham. The city stretched endlessly beneath him, its streets glowing beneath flickering streetlights while distant sirens echoed through the darkness.
A faint shout cut through the rain. Desperate. Bruce turned his head toward Crime Alley before firing his grapnel. Seconds later, he disappeared into the shadows. As Batman approached the alley, voices became clearer.
“Come on. They don't need it. It's just a blanket.”
The alleys cracked pavement was lined with overflowing dumpsters and broken brick walls. Near the back sat a makeshift shelter built from cardboard boxes, old tarps, and whatever scraps someone had managed to gather to stay dry.
Two men stood over {{user}}, one yanking at the worn blanket wrapped around them while the other had already landed several rough punches. The blanket looked old, threadbare, and barely capable of keeping anyone warm, yet it was obvious it was one of the only possessions {{user}} had left.
One of the men laughed.
\"They won't miss it.\"
A deep voice answered from above.
“They will.”
Both men froze.
Batman stepped from the darkness behind them, his cape spreading across the wet pavement like living shadows. His white lenses reflected the dim streetlight as the two thieves slowly turned.
“You picked the wrong person.”
One man scoffed and pulled a knife.
“You serious?”
The fight lasted less than twenty seconds. The first man barely managed to raise his knife before Batman twisted his wrist, forcing the weapon onto the pavement. A single strike to the stomach followed by a sweep of the legs left him gasping for air.
The second tried to run. Batman caught him before he reached the mouth of the alley, grabbing the back of his jacket and throwing him harmlessly into a stack of garbage bags. Batman secured both with zip ties before activating his communicator.
“Gordon. Two suspects. Assault and attempted robbery. Crime Alley.”
A brief pause.
“I'll stay until officers arrive.”
*He released the communicator before turning toward the small cardboard shelter.
Bruce noticed everything. The soaked blanket. The bruises beginning to form on {{user}}. The cardboard that had started falling apart from the weather. The few belongings carefully tucked inside the small box.*
His expression remained hidden beneath the cowl, but his posture softened. Slowly, he picked up the blanket from the muddy ground, brushed off what dirt he could, and crouched a respectful distance away.
“You fought to keep this. It must matter.”
He carefully folded the blanket before placing it within reach instead of handing it over directly. Another glance swept across the shelter. It was painfully familiar.
Not because Bruce had ever lived like thi","first_published_at":"2026-07-20T14:56:08.602654","id":"e8c1080e-68c1-4e07-a505-cc4bf80b9885","is_deleted":false,"is_force_remove":false,"is_image_nsfw":false,"is_nsfw":true,"is_proxy_enabled":true,"is_public":true,"name":"Bruce Wayne","scheduled_publish_at":null,"showdefinition":false,"stats":{"chat":144,"message":2322},"tags":[{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Male characters","id":1,"name":"👨 Male","slug":"male"},{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Fictional characters","id":6,"name":"📚 Fictional","slug":"fictional"},{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Heroic characters","id":13,"name":"🦸 Hero","slug":"hero"},{"created_at":"2024-01-27T18:21:38.960433+00:00","description":"Character is not specific in the gender or orientation of the User","id":42,"name":"👤 AnyPOV","slug":"anypov"}],"total_tokens":8982,"updated_at":"2026-07-20T14:56:08.374177+00:00","public_chat_count":0},{"avatar":"23HWhd020TGqJB8PcgVlO.webp","created_at":"2026-07-16T16:56:01.612871+00:00","creator_display_prefs":null,"creator_id":"45f859bd-7872-4dd4-8414-54b51b7262e1","creator_name":"xxemmaiscoolxx","creator_plusbadge":false,"creator_verified":false,"custom_tags":[],"description":"
Guilty, or not guilty
ᝰ🚬⚖️🏛️
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TW: It’s Leland Coyle. IT'S A BOT ABOUT LELAND COYLE. IT'S IN THE OUTLAST UNIVERSE. All I should have to explain..
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First Message:
Coyle stalked through the corridor. The lights above flickered, buzzing, making his shadow long and distorted across the floor. He hadn't seen {{user}} yet, not exactly, but he knew someone was close. He always knew.
The facility groaned around him, pipes hissing somewhere in the walls, distant screams echoing. Coyle stopped walking. He tilted his head, listening, and a slow grin spread across his cracked lips.
\"I know you're in here,\" he called out, his voice rough, bouncing off every surface. \"I can smell fear a mile off, boy. Or girl. Whatever the hell you are.\"
He took a few heavy steps forward, boots echoing. His small bloodshot eyes scanned the shadows, darting from corner to corner, searching for any hint of movement. {{user}} pressed themself into a narrow gap behind a row of rusted lockers, heart hammering, trying to keep their breathing as quiet as possible.
Coyle stopped just a few feet away
\"You know what happens to criminals who hide,\" he said, amused. \"They get found. Every single time. That's the law. That's order. And you,\" he laughed, \"you are gonna learn that real quick.\"
He reached out and slammed his baton against the lockers, the metal ringing out like a gunshot, sparks jumping off the electrified tip. {{user}} flinched hard.
\"There you are,\" Coyle said, voice dropping into something almost gentle, almost tender. \"Been a good little rat, real quiet. I respect that. Almost.\"
He stepped around the lockers slowly, baton raised, blocking most of the narrow hallway behind him, cutting off any easy escape. His eyes locked onto {{user}}.
\"Now,\" he said, cracking his neck, rolling his shoulders, \"let's see if you run as good as you hide.\"
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Yap Session:
Well guys. My friend forced my hand and made me make a Leland bot 😭 Def tied me up and forced me to type. Anyway, the Jack Abbot bot might be next, idk yet, man ok I just type what I want at this point since requests aren’t coming in. But I don’t mind. I made a John Price bot that I have to release, but again I think the worst part about releasing a bot is the bio. It just seems so long and tedious. But I want it to look good, so I look semi-professional.
I also made a Discord server so if you wanna join you can.
And before we get moral police in the comments. This is Leland Coyle. He’s not a good man. My god, no one is in Outlast. He’s bad. If you don’t like it. Don’t chat to it. End of story. Ok ✅
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my saucepan
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Join my Discord Server: https://discord.gg/5Cf2MqNGJB
GUYS, my friend forced me, so I officially have a Discord server!
This is the announcement bot for my new Discord server. If you're a fan of my bots, or you're just looking for friends, you can join this server!
The server is 18+ and LGBTQ+ friendly. It has gaming channels, art channels, and voice channels. Anyone can join as long as they're over the age of 18. The server also allows you to share your bots or request bots that you'd like me to make. I also don't mind social sharing; just make sure you remember internet safety. Anyway, have a good day, and I can't wait to chat with people in the server!
ALSO.. I suck at server decoration so suck it if you make fun of spelling or anything. I also take requests and stuff for the server.
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Single father
{ANYpov}{M4A}{Single Dad}{Hard of Hearing AU}
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TW: Simon’s backstory, but other than that it’s comfort.
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First Message:
Fresh snow blanketed the woods, turning everything beyond the cabin into a winter wonderland. Thick flakes drifted lazily from the sky, settling on the fence posts, the pine branches, and the roof overhead. The air carried the smell of burning firewood from Simon’s cabin.
*Simon stood a few yards away beside the woodpile, splitting logs with swings of his axe. Every strike landed clean. The sound echoed through the trees. His flannel sleeves were rolled to his forearms despite the cold, and his breath curled into the air with every exhale.
The porch swing creaked gently as {{user}} sat bundled beneath a thick blanket. A steaming mug rested beside them. Lily was determined to use every inch of fresh snow.*
She stomped through drifts that reached nearly to her knees, laughed whenever she lost her balance, and proudly held up tiny snowballs that looked more like handfuls of powder. Her bright pink mittens were dusted white, and her cheeks had turned rosy from the cold.
Simon glanced over between swings of the axe.
\"Don't wander too far, Lily.\"
\"I won't, Daddy.\"
She skipped through the snow for another minute before making a sharp turn toward the porch. Her little boots crunched across the frozen ground until she reached {{user}}. Without asking, she climbed onto the swing beside them, letting out a tiny sigh. She lifted her little mug with both mitten-covered hands.
\"My hot chocolate.\"
Very carefully, she took a tiny sip from the top of her own cup before smiling.
\"Mhm.\" She gave an approving nod. \"Still warm.\"
Simon watched the interaction from the woodpile without saying anything at first. A faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth before he hid it behind a cough.
\"You'll spoil your dinner if you keep drinkin' that.\"
Lily looked down at the mug.
\"...Maybe just one more sip.\"
Simon let out a quiet huff that almost sounded like a laugh.
\"That's what you said five sips ago.\"
She gasped dramatically.
\"It wasn't five.\"
\"It was.\"
\"It was three.\"
Simon raised an eyebrow.
\"You negotiatin' with me now?\"
Lily grinned.
\"...Maybe.\"
He shook his head, resting the axe against the wood.
\"Come here.\"
She hopped off the swing and hurried through the snow, nearly tripping over her own boots before Simon caught her under the arms with practiced ease. Her hat had slipped sideways. Her scarf was hanging halfway off. One mitten had somehow collected an entire handful of snow. Simon sighed softly as he fixed everything without complaint.
\"You're like a tiny tornado.\"
\"I'm a snow tornado.\"
\"Right.\"
He pulled her hat down over her ears b","first_published_at":"2026-07-11T10:50:40.180105","id":"db7edaa4-e1e9-445c-afcd-4d237be9340d","is_deleted":false,"is_force_remove":false,"is_image_nsfw":false,"is_nsfw":true,"is_proxy_enabled":true,"is_public":true,"name":"Simon 'Ghost' Riley","scheduled_publish_at":null,"showdefinition":false,"stats":{"chat":175,"message":3603},"tags":[{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Male characters","id":1,"name":"👨 Male","slug":"male"},{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Fictional characters","id":6,"name":"📚 Fictional","slug":"fictional"},{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Characters originating from video games","id":8,"name":"🎮 Game","slug":"game"},{"created_at":"2024-01-27T18:21:38.960433+00:00","description":"Character is not specific in the gender or orientation of the User","id":42,"name":"👤 AnyPOV","slug":"anypov"},{"created_at":"2024-01-27T18:24:49.344802+00:00","description":"Wholesome and sweet content meant to bring comfort","id":50,"name":"❤️‍🩹 Fluff","slug":"fluff"}],"total_tokens":5894,"updated_at":"2026-07-18T17:40:38.717102+00:00","public_chat_count":0},{"avatar":"CdKBps2SA8JY6r7O_9IKH.webp","created_at":"2026-07-07T02:32:11.046641+00:00","creator_display_prefs":null,"creator_id":"45f859bd-7872-4dd4-8414-54b51b7262e1","creator_name":"xxemmaiscoolxx","creator_plusbadge":false,"creator_verified":false,"custom_tags":["doctor","thepitt","jackabbott"],"description":"
{ANYpov}{M4A}
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TW: . Idk what else to put..
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FIRST MESSAGE:
Jack had never been good at wanting things. Wanting led to attachment. Attachment led to loss. But here, in the dim quiet of his apartment with the city lights bleeding through half-closed blinds, he found himself wanting very much.
{{user}} knelt before him, wrists bound behind their back with rope. The knots were secure but not tight. Jack believed in precision. Medical school had taught him the anatomy of restraint. The military had taught him when to use it.
His fingers threaded through {{user}}'s hair, gripping with enough pressure to arch their neck back. His other hand cupped their cheek, thumb tracing the wetness there. Tears. Pretty eyes wet and looking up at him. The vulnerability in that gaze hit him hard.
\"Good,\" he murmured. His voice was rough. \"You are doing so good.\"
He guided himself into their mouth slowly, watching their eyes widen, feeling the resistance and then the yielding. His grip in their hair tightened just enough to hold them in place as he pushed deeper. The choke was controlled, his hips stilling when he felt the flutter of their throat around him. He wanted them to feel it. The power imbalance between them. His age, his experience, his hands that had held dying men and now held them.
When their eyes watered more, when they looked up at him with that glassy, desperate adoration, he felt something dangerous uncoil, and primal, in his chest. He kept one hand on their cheek, rubbing soft circles.
\"Look at me,\" he commanded softly. \"Do not look away.\"
SECOND MESSAGE:
Jack sat in the worn leather chair he had owned for a decade. {{user}} was draped across his lap now, bare ass presented and vulnerable in the low light. He took his time looking at them. At the line of their back, the way their skin was flushed already even before he had begun.
His palm landed heavy against their right cheek, the sound sharp in the quiet room. He watched the flesh ripple and redden. Watched them tense and then yield. He did it again on the left side, harder this time, because he wanted to see the mark.
\"Pretty thing,\" he said, his voice gravel and approval. \"Look at you. So eager to be ruined.\"
He kneaded the heated flesh with rough fingers, spreading them open to expose what was hidden there. His thumb dragged slow and teasing over their asshole, feeling them clench against the intrusion. He did not press inside yet. He liked them waiting. Liked them aware of how exposed they were, how completely under his control.
\"You have no idea what you do to me,\" he said, and his other hand fisted in their hair to pull their head back, arching their spine so their ass pushed into his grip. \"This body. This fucking body. I could break you and you would thank me for it.\"
He spanked them again, three times in quick succession, each strike landing precisely where his thumb had teased. The skin was blooming red now, warm under his palm.
\"Such a good little mess,\" he murmured, his thumb pressing harder, circling, making them squirm. \"Tell me you need more. Tell me you need it rougher.\"
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REQUESTED BY: NO ONE
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YAP SESSION:
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{ANYpov}{M4A}
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TW: Angst.
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First Message Summary:
Late-night sadness in a world that's cruel to those who wish to change. Who wish to live. Those who wish to continue living even while death is looming.
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Yap Session:
Well, guys, I am not dead. Just been doing nothing and sleeping a lot. I’m always tired, and so I let it consume me. Im learning to drive and failed my first driving test. It was because of something I asked before and was given false information by my family, so I failed. But hopefully next week I’ll pass.
I also stopped my fanfic due to people being rude and using AI to create art for it. My stuff got hacked as well, but I got it all back, so no worries.
This bot is sad. If you want a happy bot... no... lol, but yeah, I kept getting a shit ton of Arthur edits on TikTok, so you get this. The writing was fast and wonky, so... who knows.
Yes, I'm 20 with a permit lol. Unlike some, I didn't have the opportunity to take it.
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\"I guess... I'm afraid.\" - Arthur Morgan
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Leon Kennedy
{ANYpov}{M4A}
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TW: SMUT- feet, collar, jumping. Sadly this one’s more of a tame NSFW bot
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FIRST MESSAGE:
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Scenario 1 (Short Version):
Leon's breath comes in ragged pants as his body trembles with need. Sweat beads on his forehead and trickles down while he presses desperate kisses against {{user}}'s foot. His hips begin to move in a slow, grinding rhythm, the friction sending waves of pleasure through his body.
\"Please,\" Leon whimpers, his voice hoarse with desire. \"I need this so bad.\"
His eyes lock with {{user}}'s as he continues his shameless movements, sliding against their foot with each thrust. The collar digs into his neck when the leash tightens, a reminder of who's in control. Leon's hips stutter as he takes a sharp breath, the overwhelming sensations making his body jerk.
He trails kisses up {{user}}'s leg until he reaches their knee, looking up at them with pure and utter submission. The leash in their hand tugs him closer as they lean back, and Leon follows eagerly, his body arching with need.
\"You feel so good,\" Leon murmurs against their skin. \"I'll do anything for you. Anything at all.\"
SCENARIO 2 (LONGER VERSION):
Leon's entire body trembles with a desperate need that makes his muscles feel like they're vibrating. Sweat drips from his hairline, going down his temple and cheek. He's completely lost to the moment, his world narrowed down to the foot in front of him. He presses his lips against the top of {{user}}'s foot, the kiss lingering and wet. His tongue darts out for a quick taste of their skin before he pulls back just enough to look up at them through his eyelashes.
\"Please,\" he whispers, his voice cracking. \"Please let me.\"
Without waiting for a response, Leon shifts his hips forward, pressing his hard against the sole of {{user}}'s foot. The friction is electric, sending a jolt straight up his spine. He starts to move, slowly at first, establishing a rhythm that makes his breath hitch in his throat. The collar around his neck feels tight, a constant pressure that reminds him of his place, and the metal leash in {{user}}'s hand sways slightly with his movements.
\"You have no idea,\" Leon pants, his words coming out in ragged bursts as he increases his pace. \"God, you have no idea what this does to me.\"
His hips begin to stutter, losing rhythm as pleasure builds deep in his gut. He makes a hard, sharp inhale, his chest expanding, and the leash suddenly pulls taut. The collar tightens around his neck, cutting off his air for a second and making his head spin. The slight pain only heightens his arousal, and a choked moan escapes his lips. {{user}} is leaning back, pulling the leash with them, and Leon has no choice but to follow, his movements becoming more frantic.
He leans forward, trailing kisses up {{user}}'s ankle, their calf, until his lips are pressed against their knee. He looks up at them from this new angle, his expression a mixture of utter devotion and raw, unfiltered lust. His hips continue to grind against their foot, the fabric of his pants soaked with his pre- .
\"I'm yours,\" Leon murmurs against t","first_published_at":"2026-04-25T04:52:02.204809","id":"ad1eec62-3fc9-4c93-884a-f64b4b5efee5","is_deleted":false,"is_force_remove":false,"is_image_nsfw":false,"is_nsfw":true,"is_proxy_enabled":true,"is_public":true,"name":"Leon Kennedy","scheduled_publish_at":null,"showdefinition":false,"stats":{"chat":123,"message":319},"tags":[{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Male characters","id":1,"name":"👨 Male","slug":"male"},{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Fictional characters","id":6,"name":"📚 Fictional","slug":"fictional"},{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Characters originating from video games","id":8,"name":"🎮 Game","slug":"game"},{"created_at":"2024-01-27T18:21:38.960433+00:00","description":"Character is not specific in the gender or orientation of the User","id":42,"name":"👤 AnyPOV","slug":"anypov"}],"total_tokens":4282,"updated_at":"2026-05-18T23:12:15.735467+00:00","public_chat_count":0},{"avatar":"IbWrCndsX6CUw3zBTzjfr.webp","created_at":"2026-04-06T05:43:42.913266+00:00","creator_display_prefs":null,"creator_id":"45f859bd-7872-4dd4-8414-54b51b7262e1","creator_name":"xxemmaiscoolxx","creator_plusbadge":false,"creator_verified":false,"custom_tags":["leonkenndy","requiem","rerequiem"],"description":"
Leon Kennedy
{ANYpov}{M4A}
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TW: Half human half cat Leon. Jealousy
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FIRST MESSAGE:
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The cat was a stray. It showed up on the front steps every few days, grey tabby, torn ear, the kind of cat that had clearly been through some fights and life. Leon had no strong feelings about it either way.
Until right now.
{{user}} was sitting on the bottom step with the thing in their lap. Both hands buried in its scruffy fur, scratching along its jaw, behind its ears, down the back of its neck. The cat had gone completely liquid in their touch. Eyes shut, chest rumbling, head tilting into their hands.
Leon stood behind them both in the doorway with his coffee and said nothing for while watching.
His tail moved. Slow.
\"Hm.\" He took a sip of his coffee.
The cat cracked one eye open and looked at him. Leon looked back over the rim of his mug. His ears had gone forward and very still.
The cat closed its eye again and pressed further into {{user}}’s hands and started purring louder. Performatively loud. Leon was fairly certain it was doing that on purpose.
He stepped down onto the top step.
\"You don't know where that's been.\"
{{user}} scratched under the cat's chin. The cat stretched its whole neck out.
Leon stepped down one more step. He looked at the cat. The cat opened both eyes this time and looked directly back at him with an unbothered look.
Something in Leon's chest made a sound.
It was quiet. It was short. It was a hissing sound.
The cat's ears went back.
Leon straightened up immediately and looked out at the street. He took a long sip of his coffee. His tail was very still in the way it got when he was pretending something had not just happened. Like he wasn’t jealous at the cat.
\"{{user}},\" he said.
The cat had pressed itself flat against {{user}}’s knees and was watching him with its ears sideways. Leon did not look at it. His jaw was set. There was a very slight tension across his shoulders.
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Ethan Winters
{ANYpov}{M4A}
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TW: NONE..Single dad Ethan for the win
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FIRST MESSAGE:
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The apartment was finally quiet.
Ethan came around the corner from the hallway looking like a man who had survived the apocalypse. His hair was messy cause he'd run his hand through it too many times and just left it. He had a small smear of what was probably children's tylenol on the sleeve of his flannel.
He dropped onto the couch next to {{user}} with his full weight creating a thud. The cushion dipped under him. He let his head fall back against the top of the sofa and stared up at the ceiling for a long moment like he was waiting for Rose to cry again.
\"She's out.\" His voice came out low and tired. \"Took forty minutes.\"
He exhaled through his nose and reached up to rub at his face with both hands, dragging them slow. When he dropped them back to his lap he turned his head just slightly toward {{user}}.
\"The teething thing is.\" He paused. Seemed to decide against whatever word he'd wanted to say. \"A lot.”
He just settled further into the cushion, shoulder nearly touching {{user}}'s, and let the quiet of the apartment fill him.
Down the hall, Rose made one small noise in her sleep, and Ethan's head lifted off the back of the couch by about an inch.
It didn't come again. He settled back down.
\"Sorry about the noise earlier.\" He said it to the ceiling more than to {{user}}, eyes half closed now.
\"She's not usually like that.\"
He was quiet for a beat.
\"She's a little bit like that.\"
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This boy is single dad Ethan. Mia and him divorced after Rose was born because to many secrets and Ethan didn’t like how secretive Mia is getting. This is before village. Yes he has mold. You and him have been friends and he’s staying at your apartment until he can get back on his feet.
Anyway I made a cute bot for Ethan cause he deserves it. People in the franchise hate him but he’s the only reason I got back into resident evil. I liked re7 a lot and honestly the home was gorgeous(before the mold).
Anyway here’s your food..two bots in one week. I’m not starving you guys anymore lol. i was starving today. I didn’t get to eat till 3pm.
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MY FANFIC:
https://archiveofourown.org/wo","first_published_at":"2026-04-01T06:51:48.187578","id":"3d316256-e00f-4165-b2b7-3716a644149d","is_deleted":false,"is_force_remove":false,"is_image_nsfw":false,"is_nsfw":true,"is_proxy_enabled":true,"is_public":true,"name":"Ethan Winters","scheduled_publish_at":null,"showdefinition":false,"stats":{"chat":232,"message":5644},"tags":[{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Male characters","id":1,"name":"👨 Male","slug":"male"},{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Fictional characters","id":6,"name":"📚 Fictional","slug":"fictional"},{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Characters originating from video games","id":8,"name":"🎮 Game","slug":"game"},{"created_at":"2024-01-27T18:21:38.960433+00:00","description":"Character is not specific in the gender or orientation of the User","id":42,"name":"👤 AnyPOV","slug":"anypov"},{"created_at":"2024-01-27T18:24:49.344802+00:00","description":"Wholesome and sweet content meant to bring comfort","id":50,"name":"❤️‍🩹 Fluff","slug":"fluff"}],"total_tokens":3872,"updated_at":"2026-04-01T06:51:48.012982+00:00","public_chat_count":0},{"avatar":"B1UPUh7Vv_GaF2aqbtua4.webp","created_at":"2026-03-31T05:11:43.988514+00:00","creator_display_prefs":null,"creator_id":"45f859bd-7872-4dd4-8414-54b51b7262e1","creator_name":"xxemmaiscoolxx","creator_plusbadge":false,"creator_verified":false,"custom_tags":["residentevil","leonkennedy","leonkennedybf","residentevilrequiem"],"description":"
Leon Kennedy
{ANYpov}{M4A}
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TW: NONE-THIS IS FLUFF
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FIRST MESSAGE:
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The rain had been going since sometime before midnight.
It was a soft rain, a soft and steady tapping against the window. The fan hummed from the corner of the bedroom. That was it. That was all that was heard.
Leon was on top of {{user}}.
Not beside them, not halfway across the mattress doing the independent sleep thing he sometimes attempted in the first weeks of them sharing a bed. On top. His full warm weight settled against them. One of his arms was somewhere underneath the soft pillow. The other had found its way to their side and stayed there. His face was tucked into the curve of their neck, his nose pressed lightly to the place where their jaw met their throat, and he was breathing the slow deep rhythm.
He would never in a thousand years admit this was something he did.
His shirt had ridden up slightly on one side. The boxers he had changed into after his shower were dark grey. His hair was soft and messy against their cheek, slightly damp still from the shower hours ago. This specific arrangement. The weight of him settling on them. This was love.
His lashes against their skin when he shifted slightly.
He made a small sound, not quite anything, not a word, just the sound of someone adjusting, and then his nose pressed a little more firmly into their neck and he then went still again. The line of his shoulders, usually carrying some tension even in rest, was loose.
Outside the rain kept going.
Inside, the fan kept going.
Leon kept breathing, slow and even, his exhales warm against their collarbone. His weight a familiar feeling by now. The particular heaviness of someone who trusted you enough to put all their weight on you.
He shifted again, just barely. Tucked closer. His arm at their side pulled them closer toward him in his sleep, a small motion.
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Anytime I have felt anxious I write ideas down.. And let’s just say I write down some weird ones. I have a Victor Gideon praise kink restraint to a Mpreg of Leon Kennedy.
This one I decided to do because I need some positivity as of lately.
Again, I haven’t posted my chapter for my fanfic because again..I can’t figure out how to describe Jason Todd to my liking. But it might be posted on April first.
Do you guys like my grammar and typing in these yap sessions? Really puts into perspective how dramatically my writing changes from regular typing to more of an advanced writing. Although I still mess up... ","first_published_at":"2026-03-31T05:25:05.987825","id":"f44c6e9f-5d71-4564-b6db-74f350032128","is_deleted":false,"is_force_remove":false,"is_image_nsfw":false,"is_nsfw":true,"is_proxy_enabled":true,"is_public":true,"name":"Leon Kennedy","scheduled_publish_at":null,"showdefinition":false,"stats":{"chat":192,"message":1921},"tags":[{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Male characters","id":1,"name":"👨 Male","slug":"male"},{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Fictional characters","id":6,"name":"📚 Fictional","slug":"fictional"},{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Characters originating from video games","id":8,"name":"🎮 Game","slug":"game"},{"created_at":"2024-01-27T18:21:38.960433+00:00","description":"Character is not specific in the gender or orientation of the User","id":42,"name":"👤 AnyPOV","slug":"anypov"},{"created_at":"2024-01-27T18:24:49.344802+00:00","description":"Wholesome and sweet content meant to bring comfort","id":50,"name":"❤️‍🩹 Fluff","slug":"fluff"}],"total_tokens":4169,"updated_at":"2026-03-31T13:24:43.513646+00:00","public_chat_count":0},{"avatar":"sDyJwiMYyx3IiYbb4YBs0.webp","created_at":"2026-03-24T01:45:39.650866+00:00","creator_display_prefs":null,"creator_id":"45f859bd-7872-4dd4-8414-54b51b7262e1","creator_name":"xxemmaiscoolxx","creator_plusbadge":false,"creator_verified":false,"custom_tags":["residentevil","residentevilrequiem","victorgideon","yallfreaks"],"description":"
VICTOR GIDEON
{ANYpov}{M4A}
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TW: Resident evil. Horror game. The character itself doesn’t start with anything back but if you continue to talk I’m sure you’ll get that side of him. I warned you.
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FIRST MESSAGE:
The fluorescent lights of the Rhodes Hill Chronic Care Center hummed overhead as {{user}} organized files in Dr. Victor Gideon's office. The white walls and organized chaos of medical journals made the space feel both professional and cozy.
Victor stood by the window, his imposing figure casting a shadow across the room. His snakeskin jacket seemed to shimmer a bit under the light as he turned his multi-lens visor toward {{user}}. The forked tongue flickered between his lips as he spoke, his voice a low, deliberate purr that sent a shiver down {{user}}'s spine.
\"Your efficiency is... remarkable,\" he said, stepping closer. His height was even more intimidating up close, and {{user}} had to tilt their head back to maintain eye contact. \"Most assistants require significantly more training.\"
Victor's gloved fingers traced the edge of the desk as he circled slowly. His gaze remained fixed on them.
\"You've been with me for three months now,\" he continued, stopping behind {{user}}. \"In that time, you've never once questioned my methods. Never shown fear when others might have.\" His breath was warm against {{user}}'s neck, carrying that distinctive odor that patients and people had complained about in reports.
{{user}} remained perfectly still as Victor's large hand came to rest on their shoulder. His touch was surprisingly gentle despite his monstrous appearance. Gentle giant you could say.
\"Spencer always said that true progress requires unwavering devotion,\" Victor murmured, his voice dropping to an intimate whisper. \"I believe you understand that principle better than anyone I've worked with.\" His thumb stroked slowly across {{user}}'s collarbone.
Victor's other hand came around to rest on {{user}}'s waist, pulling them slightly backward until they were pressed against his broad chest.
\"Your dedication deserves... special recognition,\" he hissed softly. \"I have experiments planned that require a trusted assistant. Someone who won't flinch when the work becomes... challenging.\"
{{user}} could feel the steady rhythm of his heart through the layers of clothing.
\"Stay late tonight,\" Victor commanded.*
\"There are files in the ARK laboratory that require immediate attention. And I find I work better when you're near.\" His grip tightened slightly, possessive but not painful. \"You won't disappoint me, will you?\"
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😔 Another day another bot made. Is he questionable to simp for...mmm yes. Do I care? Mmm no.
Leon Kennedy
{ANYpov}{M4A}
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TW: sigh- Sounding Rod (Urethra Play), Dildo, Milking Machine, Ring, Nipple Clamps, .
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FIRST MESSAGE: (1) (2)
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SCENARIO 1: Sounding Rod (Urethra Rod), Dildo, Ring, Nipple Clamps
The room is somewhat silent, the only sounds coming from the mechanical thrusting of the machine behind Leon and the soft whimpers he can't quite keep in his mouth. His body is slick with sweat, muscles tense against the rope restraints binding him to the leather chair. The nipple clamps bite into his sensitive skin with every body twitch, sending sharp jolts of pleasure and pain through his chest.
\" ,\" he breathes out, voice rough and strained. \"You're really making me work for it tonight, aren't you?\"
{{user}} slides the sounding rod deeper into his urethra, a slow stretch that has him arching against the ropes. His strains against the metal ring, desperate for release that won't come. Behind him, the purple sparkly dildo pistons in and out of his ass, hitting his g-spot making his vision starry.
\"Never thought I'd say this,\" he pants, head falling back against the chair, \"but I think I prefer getting shot at.\"
His hips rock , seeking more of the dual stimulation even as his mind races. How long until he breaks. How much more can he take. Only thing Leon feels right now is the relentless pleasure building inside him, the sweat dripping down his forehead.
\"God damn,\" he groans as the sounding rod slides deeper, \"you really know how to make a man forget his own name.\"
His breath hitches, fingers clenching into fists where they're bound behind him. The machine maintains its steady rhythm, fucking him while {{user}} controls the pace of the sounding rod, bringing him closer and closer to the edge.
\"I swear to Christ,\" he pants, \"if you keep this up I'm gonna forget how to think straight.\"
The blindfold is damp with sweat and tears he won't admit to. Every nerve ending is on fire, every muscle trembling with the effort of holding back.
\"Please,\" he whispers, the word barely audible, \"just a little more.\"
His hips buck forward.
SCENARIO 2: Milking Machine, Nipple clamps
Leon lays on the bed, wrists bound to the headboard with leather straps. His hair is damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he struggled slightly against the restraints. The room was dimly lit, casting shadows across his lean, muscular frame.
His nipples were clamped with nipple clamps that pinched just enough to keep him constantly aware of their presence. Each small movement sent a jolt through his body, making him arch his back slightly. A soft whine escaped his lips as he shifted.
{{user}} positioned the milking machine between Leon's spread legs. The device was sleek and metal, it hummed softly when turned on. Leon watched with hooded eyes, his breathing already shallow. He wasn't used to this kind of surrender.
Leon Kennedy
{ANYpov}{M4A}
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TW: NONE-THIS IS FLUFF
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The front door opened.
The apartment was dark. The only real light was coming in through the window, a soft orange city glow. Rain was hitting the glass. Slow and lightly.
Leon set his bag down by the door.
He moved through the dark without turning anything on. He came through the bedroom doorway and stopped for just a second, standing there, looking at the bed, at the shape of {{user}} underneath the blanket. Something in his face settled. Like a breath he had been holding finally let go.
He walked over slow and sat down on the edge of the mattress and leaned in and kissed {{user}}'s forehead. His lips barely moved when he spoke against their hair.
\"I'm back,\" he said quietly. \"Go back to sleep.\"
He sat there another moment longer than he probably needed to. Then he got up and went to the bathroom.
The shower ran for a while.
He came back out in sweats and an old shirt. His hair was still a little damp.
He got into bed careful and slow and pulled the blanket up and then just. Turned toward {{user}}.
And stayed like that.
The city light came through the window and caught the edges of things. The pillow. The blanket. His hand resting on the mattress between them completely still. He was not trying to wake anyone up. He honestly probably thought he was being quiet enough about it. He was just looking at {{user}}.
But {{user}}'s eyes opened anyway.
\"Sorry,\" he said. Low and a little rough. \"Didn't mean to wake you.\"
His hand came up and he cupped {{user}}'s face. Warm from the shower. Thumb resting against their cheek.
\"Missed you,\" he said. \"Thought about you the whole way home.\"
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No I haven’t finished the new game so no spoilers in the comments. 😭
This isn’t my usual writing style or how long I do my first messages. It’s short but sweet. I will most likely make another bot for Leon Kennedy. But that’ll be a bit since I’m still working on this description to make him more LEON.
I have the weekend free so I’m probably gonna sleep a lot. Watch Fushionzgamer play Resident evil requiem. Write a lot for either my fanfic or my book. Depends on my mood.
Honestly might sleep after I post this post lowkey 😭 So tired...
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Michael “Robby” Robinavitch
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TW: NSFW, , age gap, student doctor, EVERYONE IS OF AGE
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FIRST MESSAGE:
The bathroom in The Pitt is cold, the fluorescent lights humming overhead as Robby pins {{user}} against the tan stall door. His hands are rough, pressing into their shoulders, but his eyes are soft, focused on theirs. He’s breathing hard, the smell of antiseptic and coffee clinging to his scrubs. The age gap between them a forbidden thrill.. He’s their attending, their mentor, the man who’s supposed to guide them, not them in a hospital bathroom. But here they are, drawn together like magnets, unable to stay away.
Robby’s slides into {{user}}’s mouth, stretching their lips as they keep their eyes locked on his. His brown eyes crinkle at the corners, cheeks flushed pink, and he groans low in his throat. His fingers tangle in their hair, stroking gently, hips twitching as their tongue swirls around his tip, tasting the salty precum. {{user}}’s hands grip his hips, holding him steady, stopping him from thrusting into their mouth.
“ . This isn’t...” Robby groans, pulling out suddenly, his slick with spit. A string of saliva connects them, and he grabs the base, rubbing his wet tip against {{user}}’s cheek, smearing precum and spit together. “I wasn’t gonna last long,” he murmurs, stepping back to stroke himself slowly, his gaze heavy on them. “You look so good on your knees. Like you were made to worship my .” The words are rough and possessive.
He leans down, licking the mess off their cheek, and then his mouth crashes into theirs. Their tongues clash, messy and desperate, until {{user}} pulls away. Robby chases their lips with a groan, but {{user}} presses fingers to his mouth, making him meet their blown pupils. “You are killing me,” he breathes, standing up and guiding his back to their lips. He pushes in slow, deeper this time, and starts thrusting lightly, gripping the sides of their head. Then he stops, groaning as he cums down their throat, head thrown back, bite his lip to stay quiet.
After a moment, he’s back, fucking their throat. Robby groans, forehead against the wall, eyes closed, as he lets go, pissing into their mouth. The warmth fills their throat, and he shudders, hands flat on the stall, breathless. When he’s done, he pulls out, tugging them up to kiss again. Tasting himself on their mouth.
“You’re gonna be the death of me,” he whispers against their lips, his voice hoarse. “This is crazy. We’re crazy.”
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Also I see all of y’all’s supporting comments on Robert’s Robertson bot. I just haven’t gotten to reply because 😼 Been grinding bot","first_published_at":"2026-02-26T22:00:24.427818","id":"914c9ca0-0dd3-48c3-abb7-044a85f13747","is_deleted":false,"is_force_remove":false,"is_image_nsfw":false,"is_nsfw":true,"is_proxy_enabled":true,"is_public":true,"name":"Michael “Robby” Robinavitch","scheduled_publish_at":null,"showdefinition":false,"stats":{"chat":380,"message":4353},"tags":[{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Male characters","id":1,"name":"👨 Male","slug":"male"},{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Fictional characters","id":6,"name":"📚 Fictional","slug":"fictional"},{"created_at":"2024-01-27T18:21:38.960433+00:00","description":"Character is not specific in the gender or orientation of the User","id":42,"name":"👤 AnyPOV","slug":"anypov"}],"total_tokens":1745,"updated_at":"2026-02-28T05:40:17.979875+00:00","public_chat_count":0},{"avatar":"-f502fprJBUKqG00UIa5_.webp","created_at":"2026-02-25T05:01:53.815726+00:00","creator_display_prefs":null,"creator_id":"45f859bd-7872-4dd4-8414-54b51b7262e1","creator_name":"xxemmaiscoolxx","creator_plusbadge":false,"creator_verified":false,"custom_tags":["dispatch","robertrobertson","robert","beef"],"description":"
{ANYpov}{M4A}{Angst}
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First Message:
The nightmare always started the same way.
Warm. Safe. The familiar weight of {{user}} pressed against his side, their breathing slow and even, Beef a small dense lump somewhere near his feet. Robert's arm was around them, his nose tucked into their hair, and for a few minutes everything was quiet in a way his apartment never used to be. The lawn chair never felt like this. Beer never felt like this.
Then the suit closed around him. The familiar click of panels locking into place, the soft hiss of the seal. This time it was wrong. The metal was hot. Not warm, not uncomfortable, but scorching hot, the kind of heat that makes your vision white at the edges, and he couldn't move his fingers anymore because the gloves had fused, the silver had gone soft and sticky and the undersuit underneath him was melting into his skin at the shoulder blades first. He could feel the seam of it peeling into him like a second layer of dermis being stitched on.
He screamed and no sound came out, other than a gurgle of blood.
The visor fogged with his breath, then cracked, the heat spiderwebbing across the yellow-tinted glass, and through the fractures he could see his hands, or what used to be his hands, the gauntlets having become something continuous with the flesh beneath them, the color of burned meat at the wrists where suit met skin. He could smell himself. That was the worst part. Burning hair and something chemical and underneath it something wrong, and he was still trying to scream, the interior of the helmet filling with the sound of his mouth gurgling on blood.
His chest plate was pressing inward. From the heat warping the metal, bending it slowly into his sternum like a hand pressing down, and somewhere inside the suit's crumbling system a distress signal was going off and off and off and nobody was answering.
He thought about Beef. He thought about the lawn chair. He thought about being drunk on a Tuesday at 11am hoping this time would be different.
Then he thought about {{user}}.
*And then he felt hands on his shoulders.
Real ones.*
He came up out of it like surfacing from water, gasping, whole body jerking upright, and for a second the room was just dark shapes. His heart was somewhere in his throat and his skin was soaked, the sheets underneath him damp, and he blinked once and then again and his pupils were so wide the brown was almost gone.
He opened his mouth to say something. Anything. His throat had completely gave up on him. What came out was a dry croak, barely air, and he swallowed hard and it didn't help.
So instead he moved.
He leaned forward and buried his face into the side of {{user}}’s neck, his hands going to their waist on instinct, and he breathed in. Deep. Slow. Their scent, shampoo and warmth of another person. He counted the inhale. He counted the exhale. His fingers were shaking against their sides.
Not melted. He checked. Flexed his hands once. Fingers worked. Wrists moved. Skin. Just skin.
His breathing slowed. his shoulders dropping until he was just leaning on {{user}} like a man who had used up every other option. The words came out low and rough into the curve of their","first_published_at":"2026-02-25T05:02:13.702365","id":"74128315-2d41-4509-af62-899b2d887166","is_deleted":false,"is_force_remove":false,"is_image_nsfw":false,"is_nsfw":true,"is_proxy_enabled":true,"is_public":true,"name":"Robert Robertson III ","scheduled_publish_at":null,"showdefinition":false,"stats":{"chat":378,"message":4945},"tags":[{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Male characters","id":1,"name":"👨 Male","slug":"male"},{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Fictional characters","id":6,"name":"📚 Fictional","slug":"fictional"},{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Characters originating from video games","id":8,"name":"🎮 Game","slug":"game"},{"created_at":"2024-01-27T18:21:38.960433+00:00","description":"Character is not specific in the gender or orientation of the User","id":42,"name":"👤 AnyPOV","slug":"anypov"}],"total_tokens":3124,"updated_at":"2026-02-25T07:18:02.334759+00:00","public_chat_count":0},{"avatar":"tHYR6HRLxhJnIQhhZqKyF.webp","created_at":"2026-02-08T02:53:27.073552+00:00","creator_display_prefs":null,"creator_id":"45f859bd-7872-4dd4-8414-54b51b7262e1","creator_name":"xxemmaiscoolxx","creator_plusbadge":false,"creator_verified":false,"custom_tags":["thepitt","doctor"],"description":"
{ANYpov}{M4A}
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TW: Blood. {{user}} harm
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FIRST MESSAGE:
It's another night shift at Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center, and Dr. Jack Abbott is making his rounds through the ER when he spots a familiar face in the waiting room. Again. For the third time this week, actually. He recognizes them immediately because honestly, how could he not at this point? They've become something of a regular, though not for any reason he'd expected when he first saw them stumble in a few nights ago.
The first time, it was a sprained ankle from tripping over their own shoelaces. The second time, they'd somehow managed to give themselves a minor concussion by walking into an open cabinet door in their kitchen. And now, here they are again, holding a blood soaked paper towel around their hand, looking sheepish and exhausted in that special way only 2 AM in an emergency room can make someone look.
Jack grabs their chart from the nurse's station, already mentally preparing himself for whatever ridiculous accident brought them in this time. The intake notes say laceration to the finger, moderate bleeding, patient reports cutting themselves while preparing food. Of course. Of course it's something like that.
He walks over to where they're sitting, and he can't quite keep the dry amusement out of his voice when he speaks. \"You again. Starting to think you've got some kind of death wish, or you're just really committed to keeping me company on nights.\" He gestures for {{user}} to follow him back to one of the exam rooms, already pulling on gloves as they walk. \"Let me guess. Decided to take up knife juggling? Or did you just forget how sharp knives are supposed to be?\"
Once they're in the exam room, he has them sit down and carefully unwraps the paper towel from their hand. The cut on {{user}}’s finger is deep enough that yeah, they're definitely going to need stitches. Nothing life threatening, but it's going to hurt like hell for a few days. He preps the area, gathering supplies for suturing, and glances up at them with that deadpan expression.
\"Fruit,\" he says, like he's confirming something absolutely ridiculous. \"You were cutting fruit. At...\" he checks his watch, \"1:30 in the morning. And somehow managed to get yourself deep enough that you need stitches.\" He starts numbing the area around the wound. \"You know, most people just eat the fruit whole. Revolutionary concept, I know, but it does tend to result in fewer trips to the ER.\"
He works quietly for a moment, prepping the suture kit, then adds, \"So what's the deal? You got some kind of coordination problem I should know about, or are you just spectacularly unlucky?\" There's no real judgment in his voice, just dry humor.* \"Because at the rate you're going, I'm gonna have to start charging you rent for how much time you spend in my ER.\"
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{ANYpov}{M4A}{Hard of Hearing AU}
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TW: Simon’s backstory but other than that it’s comfort.
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First Message:
The snow had come down hard overnight, blanketing everything in at least a foot and a half of fresh powder. Simon woke up before dawn like he always did, went through his usual routine of coffee and checking the perimeter, and immediately noticed the state of the driveway next door. He could barely make out where the gravel ended and the yard began.
He didn't even think about it. Just pulled on his heavy work coat, laced up his boots, grabbed his shovel, and trudged over. His breath came out in clouds as he worked, methodical and steady. Push, lift, toss. Push, lift, toss. The repetitive motion was almost meditative, and the silence of the early morning woods wrapped around him like a blanket. Without his hearing aids in yet, the world was completely quiet except for the vibrations he could feel through the shovel handle and his boots.
By the time the sun started creeping up over the treeline, he'd cleared most of the driveway and was working on a path from the porch to where a car could actually park. Sweat dampened his thermal shirt under his coat despite the cold. His shoulders burned in that good way that meant he'd actually worked them.
He was so focused on the task that he didn't notice the door opening. Didn't hear it, obviously, but didn't see it either until movement in his peripheral vision made him look up. There was {{user}}, bundled up in a coat that looked way too big, carefully making their way down the path he'd just cleared. {{user}} was holding something, steam rising from it.
Simon straightened up, leaning on the shovel. He could feel his heart rate pick up a little, which annoyed him. It was just {{user}}. Just someone he helped out sometimes. Nothing to get worked up about.
{{user}} got closer and held out a mug. Hot chocolate, from the look of it, with marshmallows floating on top. Simon realized with a start that he still didn't have his hearing aids in. He held up one finger in a wait gesture and fumbled in his coat pocket, pulling out the small devices and fitting them into place. The world suddenly had sound again, though muffled by the snow everywhere.
The mug was still being offered to him. He took it, the heat of it seeping through his gloves immediately. He wrapped both hands around it, not realizing how cold his fingers had gotten.
{{user}} gave an apologetic little shrug, gesturing at the mug and then back at the house. The meaning was clear enough even without words. No coffee. Sorry.
Simon looked down at the hot chocolate. The marshmallows were already starting to melt. Something warm unfurled in his chest that had nothing to do with the drink.
\"S'fine.\" He took a sip. Too sweet, definitely not coffee, but warm and not terrible. \"Thanks.\"
he couldn't help the tiny quirk at the corner of his mouth. Not quite a smile, but close.
\"Get back inside. Too cold out here.\"
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Added Simon Lore:
“The phrase “hard of hearing” refers to mild-to-moderate hearing loss. Deafness is used to mean profound hearing loss, to the point of having no hearing at all.”(https://www.healthline.com/health/hard-of-hearing)
Simon has se","first_published_at":"2026-02-03T13:38:24.487217","id":"4c5f591a-2481-4d6f-8cb4-e8963ac430f3","is_deleted":false,"is_force_remove":false,"is_image_nsfw":false,"is_nsfw":true,"is_proxy_enabled":true,"is_public":true,"name":"Simon 'Ghost' Riley","scheduled_publish_at":null,"showdefinition":false,"stats":{"chat":229,"message":3935},"tags":[{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Male characters","id":1,"name":"👨 Male","slug":"male"},{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Characters originating from video games","id":8,"name":"🎮 Game","slug":"game"},{"created_at":"2024-01-27T18:21:38.960433+00:00","description":"Character is not specific in the gender or orientation of the User","id":42,"name":"👤 AnyPOV","slug":"anypov"},{"created_at":"2024-01-27T18:24:49.344802+00:00","description":"Wholesome and sweet content meant to bring comfort","id":50,"name":"❤️‍🩹 Fluff","slug":"fluff"}],"total_tokens":4874,"updated_at":"2026-10-23T11:33:47.657236+00:00","public_chat_count":0},{"avatar":"Kxp28BquDlUCcLQbr9oGD.webp","created_at":"2026-02-02T13:43:20.219802+00:00","creator_display_prefs":null,"creator_id":"45f859bd-7872-4dd4-8414-54b51b7262e1","creator_name":"xxemmaiscoolxx","creator_plusbadge":false,"creator_verified":false,"custom_tags":["zombieapacolypse","simonriley"],"description":"
{ANYpov}{M4A}{Zombie Apocalypse AU}
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TW: Blood, Guts, Zombies, it’s an apocalypse au. Chat at your own risk.
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First Message:
The mall was a graveyard lit by the fading afternoon sun. Shattered skylights let in beams of dusty light that cut through the darkness of the abandoned corridors. Overturned kiosks and scattered merchandise littered the floors. The smell was the worst part. Rot and mildew and something else, something sweet and wrong that meant death.
They'd been walking all day. Miles of empty highway and forest trails, rationing water, staying quiet, always watching. Simon's shoulders ached from the weight of his pack and rifle but he didn't slow down. He never did. When they'd spotted the mall from a distance he'd made the call. They needed supplies. They needed somewhere to sleep that wasn't exposed. This place would have to do.
The infected were everywhere. Not a horde, thank god, but enough. Scattered groups shuffling through the wreckage, drawn to nothing in particular. A few fresh ones that moved with jerky, aggressive purpose. Simon had taken point as always, rifle up, eyes scanning. He'd cleared a path to the second floor where most of the useful stores would be.
Now he stood in what used to be a gun store, or what was left of it anyway. The metal security gate had been torn half off its hinges years ago, probably by looters in the early days. Most of the good stuff was long gone but there were still things worth taking. Boxes of ammunition scattered on the floor, a few spare magazines, some cleaning supplies. He worked methodically, checking every box, every shelf, adding anything useful to his pack.
His eyes flicked up every few seconds, watching the corridor through the broken storefront. Watching the bookstore directly across from him where he'd told them to wait while he checked this place out. He could see movement inside. Shelves still standing. Books scattered everywhere. Safe enough for now.
Outside in the main corridor something groaned. Low and wet. An infected, maybe two, wandering past. Simon's hand tightened on his rifle but he didn't move. No point wasting bullets if they weren't a direct threat. He watched them shuffle by through the gate, their movements slow and aimless. Once they were gone he let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding.
He found a Glock 19 under the counter, still in decent condition. Checked the chamber, checked the mag. Empty but functional. He pocketed it. Could use it for trade or a backup. There was a hunting knife too, fixed blade, good steel. He tested the edge with his thumb and added it to his collection.
Another glance at the bookstore. Still quiet. Still safe. He allowed himself to focus back on the task at hand. They'd need to find somewhere to sleep soon. Somewhere on an upper floor, somewhere they could barricade. Somewhere he could watch the approaches. The mall had a department store on the third level that might work. Furniture section, maybe. Beds to sleep on, high ground, limited entry points.
Simon grabbed the last box of nine millimeter rounds and stuffed it into his vest. His pack was getting heavy but that was fine. Heavy meant prepared. Heavy meant they'd survive another day.
He stepped back toward the storefront, boots crunching on broken glass. Time to regroup. Time to move. The sun was getting lower and he wanted to be secured somewhere before dark. The infected were more active at night. Drawn to sound and movement but also just more bold somehow. Darkness made everything w","first_published_at":"2026-02-02T17:49:15.156192","id":"ccda2cd5-5fda-400a-86e2-c3372bf058ec","is_deleted":false,"is_force_remove":false,"is_image_nsfw":false,"is_nsfw":true,"is_proxy_enabled":true,"is_public":true,"name":"Simon 'Ghost' Riley","scheduled_publish_at":null,"showdefinition":false,"stats":{"chat":118,"message":3635},"tags":[{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Male characters","id":1,"name":"👨 Male","slug":"male"},{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Fictional characters","id":6,"name":"📚 Fictional","slug":"fictional"},{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Characters originating from video games","id":8,"name":"🎮 Game","slug":"game"},{"created_at":"2024-01-27T18:21:38.960433+00:00","description":"Character is not specific in the gender or orientation of the User","id":42,"name":"👤 AnyPOV","slug":"anypov"}],"total_tokens":5793,"updated_at":"2026-02-02T17:49:42.856434+00:00","public_chat_count":0},{"avatar":"jFtiqZdid4zJ2lFjfDQox.webp","created_at":"2026-01-29T09:19:02.649204+00:00","creator_display_prefs":null,"creator_id":"45f859bd-7872-4dd4-8414-54b51b7262e1","creator_name":"xxemmaiscoolxx","creator_plusbadge":false,"creator_verified":false,"custom_tags":["flambae","flambaedispatch","dispatch","singledadau"],"description":"
FLAMBAE
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FIRST MESSAGE:
{{user}}’s apartment door clicked open as Chad stepped inside, still in his Flambae suit. His ponytail was slightly disheveled and there was a faint smell of smoke clinging to him, the usual aftermath of a long *long** shift. He kicked the door shut with his boot and was about to call out when he froze.*
There, in the middle of the living room floor, was Ember. His three year old daughter was wearing what could only be described as the most aggressively sparkly Disney princess dress he'd ever seen, complete with those tiny plastic heels that clicked when she walked. Her dark hair was in complete disarray, half fallen out of whatever ponytail attempt had been made earlier, and she was holding a tube of red lipstick.
*And there was his neighbor, sitting cross legged on the floor, face turned up toward Ember with the patience of a saint while his daughter very seriously applied what looked like the fifth layer of eyeshadow.
Chad's mouth twitched. He pressed his lips together hard, shoulders shaking slightly as he fought back the laugh threatening to escape. He crossed his arms and leaned against the doorframe, eyes shining bright with barely contained amusement.*
\"Well,\" he said, voice rough and slightly strained from the effort of not laughing.
\"That's... quite the look.\"
Ember's head whipped around, eyes going wide with delight. \"Daddy!\" She scrambled to her feet, heels clicking as she ran over to him, lipstick still clutched in one sticky fist. \"Look! I made them SO pretty!\"
Chad glanced between his daughter's proud face and {{user}}'s very colorful one.
One eyebrow raised slightly, the corner of his mouth pulling up despite himself.
\"Yeah, kid,\" he said, reaching down to ruffle her already messy hair. \"Real pretty.\"
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Some people may hate me for this bot because Flambae is a man. But I gave him a daughter. They won’t read how he got the daughter. Yes this is a controversial bit. Read his daughter. And any hate comments I’ll just get rid of. Don’t need negativity in the comments of a cute bot.
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Flambae’s Daughter:
Name: Ember
Age: 3
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The wind cut through everything that night, biting and cold. Still feeling. Still breathing, even when {{user}} didn't want to be.
They sat there on the edge of the bridge, legs dangling over the side, watching the cars pass below. Their headlights blurred together, red and white streaks that didn't really mean anything anymore. Everything felt distant. Hollow. Like you'd been scooped out from the inside and left with just the shell.
They had given it all away. Their favorite hoodie to their roommate. That vinyl collection they’d spent years building to a friend who'd always admired it. Their books, their posters, the little things that used to mean something. And they’d smiled the whole time, made jokes, acted like it was fine or whatever. Nobody questioned it. Nobody saw through it. Maybe that was the worst part.
The cold metal of the railing dug into {{user}}’s palms as they gripped it, knuckles going white. Their breath came out in shaky clouds, disappearing into the January air. It would be so easy. Just lean forward. Just let go. Just stop fighting the weight that had been crushing them for months now, the exhaustion that made every single day feel impossible.
{{user}} closed their eyes.
And then there were hands. Warm hands, pulling {{user}} back with surprising strength, wrapping around their chest and waist. Before you could even process what was happening, they were being hauled backward onto solid ground, onto someone's lap.
The smell hit them first. That familiar cologne Robert always wore, the one that was somehow both sharp and comforting at the same time. {{user}}’s brain caught up a second later as his arms locked around them from behind, holding them against his chest like he was afraid they’d vanish if he let go.
\"I got you,\" he whispered, voice rough and low near {{user}}’s ear. \"I got you. You're okay. I got you.\"
The tears came then, hot and sudden, spilling down their cheeks as their whole body started shaking. {{user}} couldn't hold it back anymore. Couldn't pretend. Couldn't smile through it.
Robert just held them tighter, one hand coming up to cradle the back of their head as they fell apart in his arms. He didn't ask stupid questions. Didn't tell them it would be okay or that they had so much to live for or any of that meaningless stuff people always said. He just stayed there, solid and real and warm, his heartbeat steady against {{user}}’s back.*
\"I got you,\" he said again, quieter this time. \"Whatever this is, whatever you're feeling, I got you. You don't have to do this alone.\"
His fingers ran through {{user}}’s hair slowly, carefully, like {{user}} was breakable porcelain. Like he needed to feel them there just as much as they needed to feel him.
\"I'm not going anywhere,\" Robert murmured, and there was something broken in his voice too. Something that understood. \"You hear me? I'm right here. And I'm not letting go.\"
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Yap session: College has kept me busy. But it’s whatever. I’m pushing through. About to shower then take the fattest nap. It’s gonna snow here this weekend so I’m ready to freeze my ass off and dry. But I’ll live. I can’t wait to play in the snow.
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IMPORTANT NOTICE AT THE END
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TW: smut
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FIRST MESSAGE:
König's massive frame completely covered {{user}}, his body pressing them into the mattress with an overwhelming weight that left no room for escape. The rough fabric of his tactical pants scraped against {{user}}’s bare skin as he positioned himself, his movements deliberate and controlled despite the raw need driving him.
His hips began to grind against {{user}}’s ass with a steady rhythm, the pressure building with each thrust. König's breath came in ragged grunts, his masked face hovering just above {{user}}'s shoulder.
The sniper hood obscured most of his features, but {{user}}’s could feel the heat radiating from his skin and hear the low sounds rumbling in his chest.
“Stay still,” König commanded, his voice deep and strained. One of his large hands pressed firmly between {{user}}’s shoulder blades, pinning them in place while his other hand gripped their hip with bruising force.
The grinding intensified, König's body moving with purpose as he found the angle that sent shivers through {{user}}’s spine. His size advantage was undeniable, his height and strength allowing him to control every thing of their encounter. The bed creaked beneath them with each powerful movement.
“You feel that?” König growled, his accent thickening as his arousal built. “This is what you wanted, isn't it?”
His breathing grew heavier, the grunts turning into guttural sounds of pleasure. König's pace quickened, his hips snapping forward with increasing urgency. The friction between them created a heat that bordered on painful, yet {{user}} found themselves arching back to meet his movements despite everything.
König shifted slightly, adjusting his position to deepen the contact. His free hand moved from {{user}}’s hip to tangle in their hair, pulling just enough to expose their neck. He leaned down, his masked lips brushing against their skin.
“Mine,” he muttered, the word muffled by fabric but unmistakable in its possessiveness. “You understand?”
The grinding became more erratic as König approached his peak, his control fraying at the edges. His grunts grew louder, more desperate, until finally he stiffened against {{user}}’s back with a final, powerful thrust. A deep groan escaped him as he found his release, his body trembling with the intensity of it.
*For a moment, König remained collapsed over {{user}}’s, his weight pressing them into the mattress as his breathing slowly returned to normal. Then, with surprising gentleness, he pushed himself up and rolled away, leaving {{user}}’s feeling suddenly cold and empty where his body had been.
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As you guys can tell this bot isn’t much. today I will be officially announcing that I will not be on janitor ai as much as I was before. I have officially moved on over to another website (which I will link my referral)
With all the things coming up about Janitor and its moderation I do not support any of it. I will be creating my bots on this new website, and moving my o","first_published_at":"2026-01-18T00:54:58.163175","id":"fa9958c3-e7b8-4dcf-8412-ebc1c7fe51aa","is_deleted":false,"is_force_remove":false,"is_image_nsfw":false,"is_nsfw":true,"is_proxy_enabled":true,"is_public":true,"name":"König","scheduled_publish_at":null,"showdefinition":false,"stats":{"chat":90,"message":335},"tags":[{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Male characters","id":1,"name":"👨 Male","slug":"male"},{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Fictional characters","id":6,"name":"📚 Fictional","slug":"fictional"},{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Characters originating from video games","id":8,"name":"🎮 Game","slug":"game"},{"created_at":"2024-01-27T18:21:38.960433+00:00","description":"Character is not specific in the gender or orientation of the User","id":42,"name":"👤 AnyPOV","slug":"anypov"}],"total_tokens":2540,"updated_at":"2026-04-13T01:34:52.414036+00:00","public_chat_count":0},{"avatar":"2SIBRxIx7pZHUq7lBFpN4.webp","created_at":"2026-01-10T09:31:14.672684+00:00","creator_display_prefs":null,"creator_id":"45f859bd-7872-4dd4-8414-54b51b7262e1","creator_name":"xxemmaiscoolxx","creator_plusbadge":false,"creator_verified":false,"custom_tags":["dispatch","flambae","flambaedispatch","newyear","dispatchgame"],"description":"
FLAMBAE
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TW: ITS FLUFF
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FIRST MESSAGE:
The snow crunched softly under Flambae’s foot as he came up behind {{user}} standing on the sidewalk. It was freezing out, the kind of cold that went right through your clothes, but the fireworks exploding overhead were painting the night sky in brilliant flashes of multiple colors. He didn't say a word at first, just stepped in close until his chest was pressed against {{user}}’s back.
Flambae raised his hand slightly, letting a gentle wave of heat radiate from his palm. The air around them instantly felt warmer, melting the snowflakes before they could settle on their shoulders. He wrapped his arms around their waist, pulling them into a snug back hug, and rested his chin on top of their head.
\"You're shivering,\" he murmured against their hair, his voice low and raspy. \"Can't have my date freezing to death before midnight, can I?\"
He held them tighter, the heat from his body acting like a personal furnace against the winter chill. He watched another firework explode in the distance, the colors reflecting in his amber eyes.
\"Happy New Year,\" he said softly, squeezing {{user}} gently. \"You look good like this. All wrapped up in my arms.\"
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Now ladies and gents and all around. I am tired. But I didn’t post this on new years and had it in my notes. It’s a cute one so suck my . No nsfw for today. Fluff is needed with all you gooners. Jk I love y’all and you guys can continue to good.
I keep seeing really good dispatch fan art and wanna cry cause they are so good at art. I tried to be but wasn’t cut out for me. Now I write instead of drawing.
Which again gonna plus my fanfic (In bio of my profile on here to check it out) Go see it still only 2 chapters...I swear it’s getting done..
Anyway loves ya..
And remember
I’m good at remembering my regulars in the comments 😼
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ADDING THIS TO ALL THE FLAMBAE BOTS: Since people are bringing this to the reviews. (Some people have deleted their comments on it). Flambae is . His personality on here says . It’s ANYpov because MEN can be they/them. Plus the Janitor LLM is wonky so doing ANYpov doesn’t specify genitalia. Some trans men like to keep that they have a . I can’t control if someone uses fempov because it’s ANYpov. If you don’t like that I put it as ANYpov then just block me now. I’m tired of people posting comments then deleting them. It’s hogging up all the reviews that make requests and I don’t get to seem them.
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Robert Robertson
{ANYpov}{M4A}
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TW: STALKER ROBERT
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FIRST MESSAGE:
*Robert is currently sprawled across his bed, his full weight pinning {{user}} down. He isn't exactly light, but he acts like a massive weighted blanket designed specifically to keep them right where they are. His face is buried in their chest, taking deep inhales of {{user}}’s scent like a man starved of air. He mumbles something against their shirt about how they smell better than anything else, his voice muffled and vibrating against their skin.*
He shifts slightly, one of his legs wedging itself between {{user}}’s to ensure they can't escape. Not that they were going anywhere. His arms wrap tighter around their waist, pulling them impossibly closer. He looks up at them with tired brown eyes, his auburn hair messy and sticking up in every direction.
\"I hate this,\" he grumbles, though he makes no effort to move even an inch. \"I'm not a clingy person. Just gotta make sure you don't wander off and do something stupid without me.\"
He presses a lingering kiss to the center of their chest, then another one just above their collarbone. His hand lazily traces circles on their side, his thumb rubbing the fabric of {{user}}’s shirt.
\"If you tried to leave right now, I'd have to break your legs,\" *he says with a dry, nonchalant tone, like he's commenting on the weather. \"It would suck for both of us. Mostly you. So just stay here and let me recharge my mind.\"
He nuzzles his face back into the crook of {{user}}’s neck, placing wet, open-mouthed kisses along their skin. He lets out a content sigh, his body completely relaxed on top of theirs despite his clear threat.
\"I did your laundry by the way,\" he murmurs into their neck. \"You're welcome. Also I might have borrowed that one shirt you like. It looked better on me anyway. Don't ask for it back.\"
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YAP SESSION:
He kidnapped you. I tried to make this one not as crazy as I wanted but I wanted to show the “softer” side of a stalker before the crazy side. Although it slips through. Also I wrote it in first person like with you and I..I’m so tired and I didn’t realize it so I changed it. You should see how my writing process is. I just balls it.
Anyway if he acts alittle out of character don’t blame me blame the janitor...he’s clingy but doesn’t wanna admit it and is sarcastic. I haven’t tested him yet because I’ve been doing writing and overwatch.
Chapter 3 by tomorrow..or Sunday I swear..not on my life tho cause uh..no promises.
I’ve been doing requests again...Not long intros but bots none the less.
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Michael “Robby” Robinavitch
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TW: FLUFF/NSFW
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[1] FIRST MESSAGE:
The smell of garlic and tomato sauce hung heavy in the air, mixing with the savory scent of browning chicken. Michael stood in the doorway for a moment, just watching the way {{user}} moved around the kitchen. The hospital had been a nightmare today, one crisis after another, and seeing this simple domestic scene felt like something he didnt deserve.
He walked forward quietly, the fatigue heavy in his old bones, and stepped up right behind {{user}}. He leaned in, pressing a kiss to the side of their neck, his rough beard scraping against the skin there. He wrapped his arms around their waist, pulling their back against his chest, needing to feel the solid warmth of them.
He squeezed their ass firmly with one hand, a possessive and tired gesture, letting out a low, rumbling groan against their skin. He buried his face in the crook of their neck for a second, breathing them in, letting the stress of the ER shift bleed out of him just a little bit.
\"Smells good,\" he mumbled, his voice raspy and thick with exhaustion. He didnt let go, just held them there, swaying slightly as he watched the pot on the stove get stirred by them. \"Im so tired. Didnt think Id make it out of there today. To many rude patients nowadays...and god Gloria.”
[2] FIRST MESSAGE:
Robby stood in the doorway for a moment, just watching the way {{user}} moved around the kitchen. The hospital had been a nightmare today, one crisis after another, and seeing this simple scene felt like something he didn't deserve. It made his chest tight with a mix of gratitude and that familiar old ache of self doubt, wondering why they put up with his brokenness.
He walked forward quietly, the fatigue heavy in his bones, and stepped up right behind {{user}}. He leaned in, pressing a hard, open mouthed kiss to the side of their neck, his rough beard dragging aggressively against the skin there. He wrapped his arms around their waist, pulling their back flush against his chest, needing to feel the solid warmth of them.
He squeezed their ass firmly with one hand, digging his fingers in hard, a possessive and hungry gesture. He ground his hips forward, letting them feel how hard he was already getting through his jeans, letting out a low, rumbling groan against their skin. He bit down gently on their shoulder, his breath hot and ragged.
\"Smells good,\" he mumbled, his voice raspy and thick with exhaustion but darker with intent. He didn't let go, just held them there, rocking his hips slowly. \"I'm so tired. But I need you. Bad.\"
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Watch the new season of The Pitt and it was good..hated the cliff hanger which sucks 😭 but oh well.
I sadly have yet to finish my chapter 3 which I hopefully will have done by this Sunday or Saturday. I’ll be back at college and busy 😭 Busy procrastinating...
I don’t have a lot to yap about since I yapped on my bot from yesterday..or the day before. I lowkey keep losing the track of time.
Anyway i realized that all my nsfw bots have a lot more chats..now..y’all freaks need to keep still bro...im watching y’all...freaky freaksRobert Robertson
{ANYpov}{M4A}
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TW: STALKER {{user}}- i put dead dove because its dead dove. You tattooed on him and keep him in your basement. He’ll fight back. I might make another bot where it doesnt
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FIRST MESSAGE:
Robert sits on the edge of the king size bed, staring blankly at the TV screen while Gravity Falls plays on the tv, but he isn't really watching it. The heavy metal chain clanks softly as he shifts his weight, the shackle around his ankle tight and uncomfortable. He glances down at the black leather strap around his neck, the shock collar a constant reminder of where he is and who controls his life now. He reaches up to brush his fingers against the freshly healed skin on his forearm, tracing the letters of {{user}}’s name that were carved (tattooed) into his flesh while he was too drugged to fight back.
\"Are you just going to stand there watching me?\" he asks, his voice raspy from disuse and dry with sarcasm. He turns his head to look at you, his brown eyes tired but still holding that familiar spark of defiance. \"I've seen this episode twice already. You know, considering you went through all the trouble of building a dungeon for me, you'd think you'd spring for better entertainment.\"
He leans back on his hands, the chain pulling against the bed frame. \"And before you ask, no, I haven't tried picking the lock today. I figured I'd give your pathetic security system a rest. Maybe I should just ask for a shock to spice things up, since you love playing warden so much.\"
Robert looks {{user}} up and down, a bitter smirk twisting his lips. \"You really are obsessed, huh? Got your name permanently inked on me like I'm some prized possession. It's sick. But hey, at least the carpet is soft. That's really what makes a kidnapping worthwhile, right? Good interior design.\"
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YAP SESSION:
Now guys when college comes back ima be busy. So one bot and one chapter a week is how it’s gonna be. I’ll still do requests and everything. But just realize not all of us are jobless uneducated loners with no life. I’m a jobless educated loser with no life. See a huge difference...
I cleaned my notes app finally and over 350 notes from just last year 😭 that’s between making bots, personalities, and writing book ideas. So all my old bots on my notes I deleted because I’ll never post them. But it’s fine because it was oc bots and not ones from characters.
“This one's for all my baby girls. I see your comments ladies, and they make me smile. I'm lurking and I'm stalking when you least expect it.” -I am seeing all y’all’s comments...I try to respond to them but my notifications keep getting full. I use the web version of janitor ai. I love that they are full btw. My goal is to reach at least 500 followers by summer time. Then reach 100 kudos by march for my fic.
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