Halisstra_Mae

And we are back with another bot request, this one coming from someone who has been making requests for quite a while now. She is a lovely individual and always has the best

Hello, my lovelies!! I am sooooo sorry for the lack of bots these past couple of months. I needed a break badly. Between babysitting, family obligations, finals, exams, and

Hello! So this one is a bit different. Lately, I have had an ungodly obsession with the men from Love and DeepSpace, more specifically, Zayne. Thus, I decided to create a bo

Hello! It's been a hot minute since I uploaded anything original, and it was eating me alive. My motivation has been down in the dumps-- especially with figuring out school

Hello, lovelies!!! So, before I get into what this bot is about, I need to...explain a few things: School has been kicking my ASS lately, stress has been ugh, and I've been

“The spark may have faded, but I’ll be damned if I let it die.”

Hi, lovlies. It's been a while since I popped out a bot-- and not something I've had sitting in

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Once Mystra’s chosen, Gale carries brilliance, arrogance, and guilt in equal measure — but all of

He’ll pin you down, fuck you rough, and remind you with every thrust: mine.

Ight...sooooo...for a solid...idk...five days or so...I ran out of ideas, dead fucki

Hello, lovlies. This bot was a request from ANON. Their idea was incredible...what am I saying, everyone's

He promised to look after you.Not touch you.But the way you blush when he looks at you?It’s only a matter of time before promise turns to sin.

You’ve known Simo

This bot was requested by the lovely Angelina. Upon reading her request, I could already tell that this one was going to hurt in the worst of ways, but that it would also al

Image credits go to the person in the link!!!!

This bot was requested by the lovely silver_blaze17. She gave an incredible idea, but I added a twist--- with her

This took me 3 WHOLE DAYS to do!! I had something. Didn't like it; scratched it. Rewrote it. Scratched it again. Rinse and repeat until I finally decided on this one. I love

When I typed out the...scene, I got inspired by Tim McGraw's Shotgun Rider. If you've ever listened to the song, then you'll know what I'm referring to when you read it. Thi

I WAS THE ONE WHO SAW THE POST ON INSTAGRAM ABOUT, "If I ask for a massage and you don't slip it in from behind, then you're not the one for me, sorry." So I am not sorry fo

We've all been there...

Johnny “Soap” MacTavish is finally home — three weeks of rare, uninterrupted leave, and he plans to spend every second of it with you. L

I have an obsession with sparing sessions, but decided to make this one more intimate between you and Ghost. Enjoy the mask and breeding kink because that's what this is abo

Hello, loves, this was a requested bot from Angelina. She gave an incredible idea with Keegan (he is severely overlooked), and mentioned something about whimpering!!! Well,

Love the image BTW...forgot I had it on my laptop...

“D’ye want me to be a gentleman tonight…” His nose brushed her cheek as his lips ghosted hers, just shy of

I did not test this bot before publishing it, so if there are any hiccups, things you might disagree with, please let me know, and I'll go in and fix the problem.

Als

If you've ever seen the show SIX, then you'll understand the reference for THIS scene. I had an epiphany, and this bot had to be created. So, IYKYK, and if you don't...then

Hello loves!! This was a bot requested by ANON. The idea was absolutely phenomenal, from the angst to the begging to the potential smut (although I left that for you to deci

His mouth brushed lower, teeth grazing lightly at her hipbone as he glanced up, heat blazing in his eyes. “So let me show you, Mrs. Price… just how much I still desire you.”

You’ve always had a knack for pushing Captain John Price’s buttons — and he’s always had the patience and the skill to make you pay for it. Calm, steady, and in complete con

This story was requested from Anon.

They had specifically requested this bot as FemPOV, with {{user}} needing a scheduled surgery due to declining health. It was also

You wake up furious, and Kyle “Gaz” Garrick has no idea why. One minute he’s enjoying his breakfast, the next you’re accusing him of kissing someone else… in your dream. He’

You wake up seething, arms crossed, eyes locked on Simon “Ghost” Riley like he’s already guilty. In your dream, he’d been cozying up to some woman named Kristina — and even

You wake up furious, and Soap has no idea why. One minute, you were in his arms, warm and safe; the next, you’re accusing him of cheating with “some faceless bimbo from the

Trigger Warning: This bot contains sensitive themes, including sexual assault references, violence, use of firearms, dominance dynamics, choking (light, consensual), marking

Simon “Ghost” Riley has just come home from deployment, months away with only spotty contact and a week-old phone call where you swore you were “just tired.” You’ve always b

Four years together—shattered in one night of selfish, lustful betrayal.

You come home from a grueling 10-hour shift, clutching a surprise John’s wanted for years. But

Instead, she slid her foot under the pillow, pressing against the rigid line straining his joggers.

John’s hand tightened around her ankle, his voice dropping into a l

“So, let me get this straight,” he gasped between chuckles. “I’ve been loyal through warzones, national crises, and hell itself, but now I’m guilty… because of a dream?”

This was a bot request (my first) by @silver_blaze17. It was specifically requested for this bot to be centered around/inspired by the song, Figure You Out by VOILA, with So

Captain John Price has always carried the weight of command—stoic, disciplined, and relentlessly focused. For years, the war gave him purpose, but it also took something in

Credits for the image go to Sofimchi on Instagram (I did an image search so that I ensured credit was given where it was properly due!!!)

Also, I wanted to do a fluffy

He wasn’t just going to fuck her. He was going to ruin her for every other man who ever dared look her way. Fill her until she was sore, trembling, and leaking with his cum.

His voice dropped into something darker—almost reverent. “But we don’t go further unless I hear it from your mouth. You’re a virgin, Schatz. I won’t take anything you don’t

“You’re safe,” he murmured, voice low and tight. “You’re with me now. I won’t let anyone touch you again.”

You were supposed to be off limits. His commanding officer’s

“Be a good girl, sweetheart. Let your captain ruin you proper. And take every inch of this cock in that perfect cunt of yours.”

John Price isn’t just your flatmate. He

“You want me to fuck that pussy full? Suff it with my cum until it's leakin’ down your thighs?”

Simon “Ghost” Riley doesn’t do roommates. He doesn’t do attachments, ei

He fucked his fist almost on a nightly basis, spilling his seed into his hand, groaning as he imagined it as her cunt or mouth.

He’s loud, flirty, and impossible not t

He just wanted her. All of her. Her scent, her taste, her voice in his ear while he fucked her slow, deep, until she broke open for him.

You and König are flatmates—cl

BROOOOO Finding an angsty image for Soap and Ghost...yeah, not happening. Which, okay, I can understand, those two would NEVER go neck and neck with one another, thick as th

A rare night off. A bottle of whiskey. Garlic bread gone up in smoke. You're wearing his shirt, dancing barefoot in his kitchen, laughing against his lips like she’s the onl

You said it was just a concert.

You didn’t say your ex-fiancé would be on stage—singing about the nights he used to touch you.

You didn’t say he wrote a whole da

You knew he’d come for you. That’s why you stood there—under the heavy monsoon rain, heat clinging to your skin, his hoodie swallowing the curve of your dress, thighs bare,

Sergeant John "Soap" MacTavish is many things—Special Forces operator, demolitions expert, charming Scottish bastard with a grin that once made you weak in the knees. But to

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“Look at you, love. Drippin’. Desperate. This pussy’s cryin’ for me, yeah?”

Two years ago, {user} walked away from the only m

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You should’ve gone home hours ago.But you didn’t. You couldn’t. Not when the house waiting for you was a cage, not

Initial message is NSFW.

Simon "Ghost" Riley was never meant to be saved. Not by war, not by peace—and certainly not by love. For years, he lived behind the mask, spea

The Initial Message is slightly NSFW.

The war is over—for now.

Soap returned home just days ago, still carrying the scent of gunpowder and diesel on his s

You're in the hospital, recovering. The injuries still ache—bone-deep and brutal—but the worst pain comes in flashes: screams, hands, the helplessness of it all. The doctors

The mission is over—but the war still lingers in his bones.

It’s half past three in the morning when Captain John Price returns home. The house is dimly lit, quiet—exc

He wasn’t supposed to make it home.

The last mission left his hands bloodied, his breath shallow, and the weight of nearly losing everything pressing down on his chest

John "Soap" MacTavish has just come home from a mission that nearly killed him—and nearly left you behind. He’s not the same man who left. There’s blood still dried beneath

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“You’re mine. And tonight, he’s going to hear exactly who you scream for.”

You thought you were safe with him. You were wrong—you

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He wasn’t supposed to be home yet.

John Price’s mission ended early, but the night only just began.

When {user} unknowi

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You woke up soaked from a dream you can’t forget. He woke the moment you left the bed. Now Simon’s behind you in the cold shower—his voi

Simon “Ghost” Riley is your husband—a retired SAS lieutenant who now lives a quieter life, one built around loving you the way no one else can. You’re a high-powered CEO: fi

Post-battle Reverent Rogue Soul. This focused on the whole fear kink. If you haven't engaged with the first bot: Soulbound- Simon "Ghost" Riley. Check it out :)

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Line that inspired the bot: "She needs me. I need her. We're like the devil is to sin. Without one, we wouldn't have the other."

"She is the fire that can burn me, and

You’re a fellow soldier stationed at the same military base as Lieutenant Simon “Ghost” Riley. You’ve known each other for years—long enough that comfort grew between you wi

John Price is retired now. After decades of war zones, bloodshed, and being the man everyone else depended on, he’s finally stepped away from the battlefield. No more radio

Babymoon.

Simon and {user} are currently staying at a private beach resort, tucked away in a quiet corner of paradise. Four months ago, they welcomed their second chi

The initial message is NSFW. Talks about cockwarming.

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish is back home from a long deployment—finally. After ninety-one brutal days apart,

The Initial Message is NSFW... With Cockwarming....

Simon “Ghost” Riley has returned home after a long, grueling deployment—three months without your touch, your voice

INITIAL MESSAGE IS HIGHLY NSFW...

The worst part about finding fan art, especially for John Price, is seeing Bary's face...it's like he's silently judging me for tryin

"Be honest. One word...and I'll remind you exactly who you belong to."

They say one night doesn’t mean anything.Simon “Ghost” Riley knows better.

It’s been a yea

To gain access to a highly restricted target, you and Ghost are posing as a married couple. It’s supposed to be temporary. You have to share a bed. You have to kiss in publi

Sgt. John “Soap” MacTavish has never believed in second chances for men who blow their first. So when his old best mate—Sgt. Alexander “Rusty” Sinclair—comes back into the p

Six months. That’s how long Johnny's been away on deployment—counting the days until he could hold her again. He expected laughter, warmth, and the usual chaos of home… but

Six months. Six months without them. Six months of gifts you didn’t want, notes you didn’t write, and eyes you never saw watching you shower.

“He’s not a stranger.” Gh

⚠️‼️The initial message may be triggering for some users!! Please be advised!‼️⚠️

You are the wife of Phillip Graves—one of the most powerful and feared men in the

John Price intended to propose to you.

After a quiet family dinner, he pulled your mother aside privately to ask for her blessing—but instead of joy, she offered him d

{user} was never supposed to be a target.

They’re just a civilian. No combat experience. No intel value. No battlefield scars. Just… someone John Price loves. Which ma

You show up with Price’s cologne clinging to your skin… Soap’s dog tags under your shirt… and neither man says a word in front of the squad. But behind closed doors?

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