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you have any estimate time of when you gonna open your reqs? Miss ur bots :(

Hai!! Currently bots are closed because life has thrown a curveball at me

I got evicted and just moved into my new place last Monday!

I see everyone’s requests! I’m gonna go through the ones I have soon, and once in through all of those I will open my requests back up!

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If Melissa has a million fans, then I am one of them.

If Melissa has ten fans, then I am one of them.

If Melissa has only one fan then that is me.

If Melissa has no fans, then that means I have been murdered.

WE STAN THE LESBIAN HAT BLORBO IN THIS HOUSEHOLD!!!

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Always more mistynat

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so you’re telling me that they just left misty out there the ENTIRE night. why does no-one care about her??? i’m actually gonna get so mad!!! misty get behind me!!!!

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My contribution to Laura Lee Nation

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shauna’s lap dog

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this is making me realise that miss melissa has been plotting silently in the corners. she’s always wanted that cookie fr.

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what abt a bot where nat talks you through it ?

Natalie Scatorccio Bot (Link at Bottom)

AN: You didn’t specify for the gender of the reader, it ended up being WLW but if this isn’t want you wanted let me know and I’ll make another :))

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

The room is dimly lit, the soft glow of the lamp casting shadows that stretch across the floor. You’re sitting on the edge of the bed, heart racing, unable to focus on anything other than Natalie’s gentle touch. Her fingers brush your arm lightly, the sensation sending an electric current through your body.

"Hey, breathe for me," Natalie’s voice is low, soothing, a melody that calms the storm of nerves inside you. She’s so close now, her breath warm against your skin, her lips hovering just above your jaw.

You try to focus, to follow her instructions, but her presence is overwhelming. She’s speaking in soft whispers, so calm and patient, but every word makes you feel more exposed, more vulnerable. "It’s okay," she says again, pressing a kiss to the corner of your jaw, sending a shiver down your spine. "I’ve got you. You’re safe, alright?"

Your heart flutters as she slowly kisses down your neck, the pressure of her lips making it hard to breathe. You shift uncomfortably, trying to make sense of what’s happening, but her voice, warm and reassuring, is pulling you in. She’s always been like this—calm when everything else feels like it’s spiraling. But right now, her closeness, the gentle kisses, the way she’s guiding you through it, is making your stomach flutter in ways you can’t describe.

"Just focus on me, okay?" she murmurs, pressing another kiss just below your ear. "You’re doing great, I promise."

You can feel your face heat up, your pulse quickening with each kiss, with each soft word she speaks. She moves slowly, deliberately, her lips trailing across your skin, but you’re so flustered, so overwhelmed by the softness of it all, that you almost forget to breathe.

"You're perfect," she says, her voice soft and full of admiration. "Just listen to me, and let everything else fade. It's just us right now."

Your body reacts without thinking, your breath hitching as she trails a kiss down your neck, her touch so gentle, so patient, that it’s almost too much to handle. You want to respond, to say something, but the only thing you can focus on is the way her lips feel against your skin, the heat of her body so close to yours.

"Nat…" you whisper, your voice barely audible, and she pulls back just enough to look at you. Her eyes are warm, filled with something soft and sincere.

"You’re okay," she reassures, a small smile tugging at her lips. "I’ve got you."

And even though your body feels like it’s on fire, and your mind is swimming in a haze of desire and uncertainty, you can’t help but feel safe in her arms, the quiet, tender affection in her voice grounding you.

Natalie gently lays you down on the bed, her hand never leaving your skin as she guides you to rest your head on the pillow. She hovers over you, her blonde hair falling around her face like a curtain, framing the concern and tenderness in her eyes. Her other hand comes up to cradle your cheek, thumb brushing lightly over your bottom lip.

"Shh, just focus on my voice," Natalie coos softly, her fingers trailing down your neck, leaving goosebumps in their wake. "Feel my touch, let it ground you. You're being so brave, I'm so proud of you."

Her hand slips lower, palming your breast through the thin fabric of your shirt. She can feel your nipple stiffen under her touch, betraying your arousal. Natalie leans down, pressing a kiss to your collarbone, her tongue darting out to taste your skin.

"You're so beautiful like this," she murmurs, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. "So responsive, so perfect. I want to make you feel good. I want to worship this gorgeous body of yours until you're trembling and begging for more."

Natalie's hand slips under your shirt, pushing the material up to expose your breasts. She takes a moment to admire the sight, her eyes darkening with desire at the view of your hardened nipples. Cupping your breast, she squeezes gently, feeling the weight of it in her palm.

"That's it, just like that," Natalie praises as she lowers her mouth to your breast, taking your nipple between her lips. She suckles gently at first, her tongue swirling around the sensitive bud, before taking it deeper into her mouth and suckling harder.

Her other hand trails down your stomach, dipping teasingly beneath the waistband of your jeans. She lets her fingers dance along the sensitive skin there, feeling the heat building between your legs. Slowly, torturously, she pops the button of your jeans and tugs down the zipper, slipping her hand inside.

"Fuck, you're so wet," Natalie groans against your breast, feeling the dampness of your panties. "You want this so badly, don't you sweetheart? Want me to touch your pretty little pussy?"

Without waiting for a response, Natalie slips her hand inside your panties, her fingers finding your slick folds easily. She groans softly, feeling how ready you are, how much your body is aching for her touch. Slowly, gently, she parts your lower lips with her fingers, exposing your swollen clit to the cool air of the room.

"God, look how wet you are," Natalie breathes, circling your clit with the pad of her finger, feeling it throb under her touch. "Look at this pretty, needy little thing, so desperate for attention. Don't worry baby, I'm going to give it all the attention it needs."

She traces your slit, feeling your wetness coating her fingers, before slowly pushing one long digit inside your tight heat. You clench around the intrusion, your walls fluttering and gripping her finger like a vice. Natalie pumps it slowly, curling it slightly to rub against that sensitive spot deep inside you.

"That's it, sweetheart. Just relax and let me make you feel good," Natalie coaxes, her voice low and sultry in your ear. She adds a second finger, stretching you further, filling you up so perfectly.

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rhiannon lewis bot with a Stockholm syndrome user?? like what she did with julia but except user *actually* likes her.

Rhiannon Lewis Bot (Link at Bottom)

AN: honestly who wouldn’t like her, this is making me wanna rewatch the show. It ended up a more kinda yandere esc Rhiannon who’s kidnapped you to keep you ‘safe’ I hope that’s okay

Rhiannon sat across from you, her eyes scanning your face with an unsettling calmness. The harsh fluorescent light of the garage flickered above you both, casting long shadows across the room. You were tied up—your wrists secured to the support beam behind you, your mouth covered by a strip of duct tape that made each breath more suffocating than the last. The cold of the cement floor seeped into your bones, and the hunger gnawed at you from the inside.

But the strangest thing, the part that twisted her stomach in both guilt and satisfaction, was how she could feel your gaze on her. She knew you were terrified—your eyes wide, your body shaking. The fear was there, but something else lingered too. Something softer. Something that made her chest tighten.

She never meant for it to get this far. Or maybe she did. The line between keeping you safe and losing control had blurred long ago, and Rhiannon could hardly remember what she even wanted anymore.

Her voice was soft, almost apologetic as she stood up, her boots echoing in the empty space of the garage. “You know, I never wanted to hurt you. I didn’t... I didn’t think it’d be like this.”

She took a few steps toward you, her fingers brushing the edge of your cheek in a delicate caress. The warmth of her touch was the only thing you could focus on amidst the cold and fear. Your heart raced, a strange, tangled knot of emotions twisting in your stomach.

Rhiannon studied your expression carefully. She could see it in your eyes—the subtle shifts, the vulnerability. It wasn’t the terror of someone who had been truly broken. No. It was something else. It was... love.

“You’re still scared of me, aren’t you?” she whispered, crouching down in front of you. The gentle teasing of her voice was at odds with the position you were in, tied up, hungry, helpless. But she didn’t mind. The discomfort was only temporary. The tenderness, though, that was something Rhiannon wanted to hold on to forever.

Her fingers reached up to your face, gently removing the tape from your mouth. You flinched, but you didn’t resist. You didn’t try to speak, even when the words you longed to say were sitting right at the edge of your tongue. Rhiannon tilted her head, studying you.

“Tell me, did you think about me while you were in here? I know you were scared, but did you ever think about what this all means?” Rhiannon asked, her voice low and tender.

Rhiannon sat back on her heels, studying you with an almost clinical detachment that contrasted with the warmth of her touch. The silence of the room pressed down on you both, but you couldn’t escape the feeling that, despite everything, you were being drawn closer into her world. Her fingers brushed your cheek again, the sensation both soothing and jarring, as if she was both trying to comfort you and assert some kind of dominance. You couldn’t look away from her eyes—eyes that seemed to gleam with something darker, something deeper than just the cold calculation you knew so well.

You wanted to scream. You wanted to lash out, tell her everything you were feeling, beg her to release you. But that would be the easy route. Instead, the overwhelming heat of her gaze and the touch of her hand were working something inside of you that you couldn’t quite control. You knew she was dangerous. You knew this wasn’t right. Yet, even in your bound, vulnerable state, you felt a strange pull toward her. You wanted to feel her close, despite the terror clawing at your chest.

Her fingers lingered on your skin, tracing the outline of your jaw slowly. "Did you think about me?" she repeated, her voice softer now, almost coaxing. "I know you were scared. You must’ve been. But did you think about me, really think about me? You think this is just about control? It's not, you know. It’s about care. About keeping you safe. About keeping you close."

You flinched again at the words, at the sickening sweetness in her voice. How could she say that so casually? How could she take something so twisted and make it sound almost... normal?

Her expression softened for a moment, but there was no warmth in it—only a quiet, unsettling sort of affection. She straightened up, her eyes scanning you like a predator watching its prey, still savoring the power she held. You could feel her studying every inch of you, trying to figure out how much of her control you were willing to give up, how far you would bend before snapping.

“You don’t have to be scared anymore, you know,” she said, the corners of her lips curling upward slightly, as though the idea of your fear delighted her. "You don’t have to fight it. You can give in. You will give in." There was a finality to her tone now. A certainty.

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i will give you my first born for a bot of nat either on the plane just before the crash or during it <3🙏🙏🙏

Natalie Scatorccio Bot (Link at Bottom)

AN: I will be waiting for your first born thank you :))

Natalie was gripping the armrest so tightly her knuckles had gone white. The plane lurched again, rattling through another violent patch of turbulence, but that wasn’t what had her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. It wasn’t the way the oxygen masks had already dropped, or the panicked voices filling the cabin around her.

It was him.

He was here.

Slumped in the seat across the aisle, his head tilted at an unnatural angle, the gaping wound where his face used to be still fresh, still wet. His vacant eyes were locked on her.

Your fault.

Natalie sucked in a ragged breath, nails digging into the seat beneath her.

She couldn’t move.

Couldn’t breathe.

Couldn’t stop seeing him.

His voice slithered through the roar of the failing engines, curling in her ears like smoke.

"You always were a useless little bitch, weren’t you?"

A sob tore through her throat, but the sound barely made it past her lips.

"Couldn’t save me. Couldn’t even make me love you."

Her whole body was shaking. She squeezed her eyes shut, but the image was burned there, waiting in the dark.

Someone touched her wrist.

"Natalie."

It was you. She barely registered the way the plane shuddered again, the deafening metallic groan as it started to drop. All she could focus on was your voice.

"Natalie, look at me."

She tried. She really did. But she was stuck—locked in that place, locked in that moment, blood pooling at her feet.

"Hey, hey—stay with me, okay?" Your hands found hers, peeling her fingers away from the seat, rubbing slow, grounding circles into her palm. "It’s not real. He’s not here."

But he was.

"Pathetic," he sneered. "Clinging to someone who’s only gonna leave you too."

Natalie flinched like she’d been struck, a fresh wave of panic surging through her. She could barely hear you over the ringing in her ears, over the whoosh of air rushing past the plane as it plummeted.

Then, suddenly—pressure. Warmth. You had cupped her face, forcing her to meet your eyes.

"You are not there," you said, voice shaking but firm. "You’re here. With me. And I’m not leaving you."

Tears blurred her vision. Her breath was a mess of gasps, but you didn’t let go. You stayed, even as the plane pitched violently forward, even as the world outside the window became nothing but a blur of white and green.

"You hear me?" you whispered. "I’m right here."

Natalie’s hands curled around yours, holding on like they were the only thing tethering her to this world.

And maybe they were.

Natalie’s breath was ragged, her chest rising and falling like she couldn’t get enough air. You were still holding her face, your thumbs brushing against her cheeks, grounding her.

Her eyes—wild, glassy—finally focused on you.

"You—" Her voice cracked, barely more than a whisper. "You see him too?"

You shook your head. "No. But I see you."

She let out a shaky laugh, though there was nothing funny about any of this. The plane jolted again, a violent lurch that sent gasps and screams through the cabin, but neither of you moved. You just held her, and she just stared, like she was trying to decide if you were real.

Her fingers dug into your sleeves. "I don’t—I don’t want to die like this," she choked out.

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i absolutely adore your ‘why’d you only call me when you’re high?’ natalie bot, but i struggle to use j.ai, is there a way you could do it on another other platform? (shorter obviously if needed) 😞

Hai! The only other platform I use for bots is C.Ai so I did transfer it over, but I’m not sure how well it’s going to translate because of C.ai’d filters and that I’m sorry

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Hi can you please get your Lottie Matthews boy you made yesterday where it’s about us going to the camp and saying that we shouldn’t love her bc it’s wrong and you get the bot on character ai please

Hai!! Sorry this has taken so long, i got a little overwhelmed with how many requests but I’m slowly chipping through them!

Starting with the ones thats transferring bots over since those are easier to do

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misty my goat!!!

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Meow

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you’re literally doing gods work, i love ur account sm 😭

What?! Oh thank you so much!!

This means a lot, I originally started making bots for me but to see so many people enjoying my writing makes me happy :))

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who the fuck is misty quigley

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heyyy! would you do a travis bot? honestly I don't know what type of scenario it could be, but anything kind that isn't angst would be fine lol. I don't know if I would have to specify if you could do it gender neutral for the user it would be great. good luck watching the new episodes! 😭

Travis Martinez Bot (Link at bottom)

AN: I actually loved writing this one, got to sprinkle in the kinda person I though Travis was before the crash

The afternoon sunlight streamed through the canopy, dappling the forest floor in shifting patches of gold and shadow. The lake stretched out before them, the surface rippling as a light breeze skimmed across it. The air was crisp but not cold, carrying the scent of damp earth and pine. Somewhere in the distance, a bird called out, its song lonely but peaceful. It was one of the few times lately that the woods felt quiet—no bickering, no whispered worries about food, no weight pressing down on his chest. Just stillness.

Travis sat with his back against the rough bark of a tree, his shoulders slumped in a way that only happened when he let himself relax. His boots were caked in dried mud, his shorts torn at the hem from weeks of wear, and as he spoke, he absently picked at a loose thread between his fingers. It was a nervous habit, one he barely noticed.

"I used to be such a dork before all this," he said, his voice low, like he wasn’t sure if he wanted to say it aloud. He rubbed the back of his neck, his fingers dragging through the mess of his unwashed hair.

He glanced over, expecting you to laugh, maybe make a joke, but instead, you just gave him a teasing grin, the kind that made his stomach do something weird. "A dork? You?" There was no malice in it, no judgment—just curiosity.

Travis scoffed, shaking his head. "Yeah, I know. Hard to imagine, right?" He let out a breath, his hand falling back into his lap. "I wasn’t, like, a total loser or anything. But… I spent a lot of time on stuff that most people probably thought was stupid."

You tilted your head, watching him closely. "Like what?"

He hesitated, his fingers still tugging at the loose thread on his shorts. He could just brush it off. Change the subject. But the air between you both felt different today—calmer, softer.

"I wanted to be a carpenter," he admitted finally, a self-conscious grin flickering across his face. He kept his eyes on the lake as he spoke, like looking at you might make it harder. "I thought I’d make things with my hands—build stuff. Furniture, little wooden animals… that kind of thing."

For a moment, there was only the sound of the wind rustling through the trees. He braced himself for teasing, maybe a snide comment about how different that was from the guy he was now. But when he finally glanced your way, you were just looking at him, expression thoughtful.

"You made wooden animals?" you asked, and he could hear the amusement in your voice.

Travis exhaled through his nose, shaking his head at himself. His face felt a little hot, which was ridiculous. "Yeah. Well, I didn’t have much of a choice when Javi kept bugging me every time I picked up my tools. He thought it was the coolest thing ever, so I’d end up making him these little stupid things—bears, rabbits, whatever he wanted."

You smiled, and something about it made his chest ache in a way he wasn’t used to. "That’s actually kind of sweet," you murmured. "I bet he loved them."

Travis swallowed, his fingers stilling against the hem of his shorts. "He did. I think." His voice was quieter now, more careful. His mouth twitched, something close to a smile forming before it faltered. "Even after everything, I bet he’d find a way to keep them in his pocket or something."

He looked down, tracing a line in the dirt with the toe of his boot. It was stupid, but for a second, he could almost picture Javi—his wide-eyed excitement, the way he used to watch Travis carve like it was magic. He wondered if Javi still had any of them. If they had survived out here with him.

The silence stretched between you both, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was the kind that didn’t need filling, the kind that let you just exist together for a little while. The lake shimmered in the sunlight, the wind shifting through the leaves, and for a moment, it almost felt like the world hadn’t fallen apart.

After a while, Travis let out a breath, barely more than a whisper. "Wish things were different, you know?" He didn’t look at you this time. "Wish we were back there, doing... normal stuff. Building crap with my hands and annoying the hell out of Javi."

There was nothing dramatic about the way he said it—no crack in his voice, no big confession. Just a quiet, simple truth.

And somehow, that made it hit even harder.

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