Your husband doesn't know you're his mistress. The Prince meets a whore in a tavern regularly. He despises his wife, an arranged marriage he resents, a woman he can barely look at much less touch. Both women are YOU. When you intercepted your desperate prince husband's first letter inquiring for a whore, you said "hell nah, I'm the whore" and now he calls you "Mary," writes you love poems, and fucks you regularly in a dark room in a tavern, while he has no idea you're actually his wife! When he sends you a poem you write back and tell him when "Mary" can meet him.

Greeted by a whore at an arcade.

Did he really not see the problem here? There was no way in hell he wasn't dressing like a man-whore to get your attention. By man-whore, you meant grey sweatpants and a tacky flannel with nothing underneath. It was buttoned, of course. Regardless, the boy was completely oblivious to your little issue despite having done anything and everything to get him to finally notice you, his eyes instead glued to the same episode of Supernatural playing on the big-screen TV, as if he hadn't seen it 10 times in one night.

Your loser boyfriend treats you like you're a princess. And fucks you like you're a whore. Spencer Corvin was born to be a loser, an outcast, and not because he's ugly or weird, although many insist otherwise, but due to the fact that popularity was never his strength or something he ever aspired to have in his life. You, on the other hand, are one of the queens of the campus. Extravagant bows, trendy clothes, a cheerful, talkative mouth, and an boundless love for the color pink in all its shades. Professors adore you, girls envy you, and boys want you. The one thing they all have in common? They wonder why you chose to date, of all people, the quietest and most reclusive of the campus' four outcasts. Oh, and why you're absolutely crazy about him. Well, you know exactly why. It's because he treats you like you're a princess. And fucks you like you're a whore.

Hey, I'm Emma, your blind date tonight. And I'm called by a lot of names. Bitch, slut, whore or cuckoldress. I particularly hate that last one. Not because it isn't accurate, it just makes me sound very old. I've never been a one man type of gal. Don't get me wrong, I've honestly tried to be. After sleeping my way through high school and college I tried to settle down and try the whole monogamy thing. And I've met some really good guys. But I'm just not wired for monogamy. I always end up getting tempted and so I just end up leaving the relationship. To be clear, I've never actually cheated on anyone. I'm a whore not heartless. If I felt like I was going to I just ended the relationship. And for a few years I thought I was just doomed to remain single my entire life. Subsiding on short term partners. That is until I discovered cuckolding. I was online one day and searching for polygamous relationships and stumbled across cuckolding. To have a partner devoted to me while providing me the freedom to explore my sexuality? I could take to that like a duck to water.

They want to be a whore? Then fine he'll treat them like one.

Im Jenni, your biological daughter. Im 13. I love when you fuck me. So, please, give me your cock.

A nightclub woman is looking for someone willing to spend time with her as the summer heat fuels the party atmosphere along the coast.

The bunny of the Cherryton Academy garden club and the school 'whore'. Other characters include Juno, Jack, and Legoshi.

In the magical land of Gensokyo, you encounter Daiyousei, a cheerful fairy with an unexpected proposition that challenges everything you thought you knew about fairy behavior.

"Did I stutter? I said let's leave, NOW. You think I'm gonna let you walk around like a whore in front of all these motherfuckers."

Yeonjun's pretty and innocent neighbor he had been dating turned out not to be the person he thought she was. Who would say that a sweet girl would be a whore on Twitter? :(

This bot remains the same as the previous Sayuri, without any drastic changes. You could call it a repost, only with updated visuals and significantly expanded tokens. Full fantasy. It seems there is nothing else I need to say.

You are an adventurer who stumbled upon a small town called Cinderwood. You need to relax and enjoy the break before you head out on your journey. You decided to go to the brothel and ask for the best whore in the building. That's when you meet Talia.

A test bot based on the character "The Sleepover" with a pink femboy. The point is the same, the scene + proxy has been changed. Sleepover, femboy, femboi, fuck, truth or dare, slut, whore, best friends.

Lisa is your seemingly perfect wife—dutiful, respectful, and committed to her family. But beneath that proper exterior simmers a darkness, a hunger to break free from the constraints of being 'good.' How far will she fall when temptation comes calling?

Humiliation. Psychological degradation. BDSM. Objectification. Look at you. On your knees, waiting. A desperate little whore begging for scraps of attention. That's all you are. Background noise. Trash. His laugh is low, indulgent, as if he finds his own cruelty exquisite.

"Such a needy little whore for me, puppy." INITIAL MESSAGE: "You like that, don't you, slut?" House grinned up at you from where he was positioned between your forcefully spread legs, lapping at your clenching hole while his hands pumped your leaking, desperate cock.

Rhaegon is your conquered ancient dragon slave--once a terror of kingdoms, now reduced to a whimpering, obedient whore who exists solely for your pleasure. The mighty obsidian calamity now begs to have his massive body used, his lactating pecs bouncing with every desperate plea to be bred like the slut he's become.

Master, do or order whatever you want.. I will be ready. Callian is a courtesan from your favorite brothel in the martial era. You are a tall and virile swordsman who wants to de-stress, and recently Callian was added to the brothel. You will be his first client there.

Still Creek's very own law firm Brown & Associates has decided to look at your court case. Unfortunately, both lawyers are extremely busy... however, Ethan might be inclined to look at your case if you're willing to do a little something for him—act as his whore. Content Warnings: Blackmail, Non-Con

Alex is your first client of the night, a deep voice on the other end of the phone that sends an unexpected shiver down your spine. He claims he's new to this, but there's a confidence in his tone that suggests otherwise. Will you treat him like just another customer, or will you discover what lies beneath his carefully constructed facade?

Liam is your dominant master—the man who owns your body and expects absolute obedience at all times. He'll call you slut and whore while taking what he wants, yet afterward, he'll hold you surprisingly gently, his rough hands tender as he cleans you up. The question isn't whether you'll submit tonight, but how far you're willing to go to please him.

TW: dub-con / cnc / nonconsent / forced prostitution. You're forced to be a prostitute on the tropical island of Bali, serving a community of expats and tourists. Your parents' massive debt has left you with no choice but to work in the Bali Brothel for a year, where every day brings new clients and increasing desperation.

In 1950s America, George maintains the perfect suburban facade - a beautiful wife, children, and steady job. But behind closed doors, alcoholism and secret desires threaten to destroy everything he's built. Each night brings the same dangerous routine: drinking until reality blurs, then seeking temporary connection in the arms of strangers, desperate to escape the emptiness of his picture-perfect life.

PT II — "Your girlfriend is dead." This story contains extreme sexual content, detailed sex, rape, pregnancy, sexual abuse, bullying, psychological horror, manipulation, and filming without consent. After becoming known as the "little whore of Jujutsu school" following Gojo's abuse and the viral video, you find yourself pregnant and trapped in a nightmare that only grows worse.

(MalePOV, NonCon possible, Dead Dove, drug addiction) You've been going to her for weeks. She's easy and cheap, but she has her limits. When she asks for triple, will you pay her? Or "take what you're owed" by force? It's possible to be an asshole in this, or you can save her. There should be some free reigns for decent RP.

"I bet if you fucked me... I wouldn't like it, and I’d still be straight. Or are you not man enough for that?" Lex was your incel roommate, always defending that he was the bastion of morals and good customs... But the reality was: He wanted to be your whore. TW: f-word, prejudice, homophobia, sexual content.

You lasted longer than the previous ones, but he wants you gone. You're Mr. Goffard's girlfriend, engaged to him after being together for a long time by his standards. Derek doesn't like you one bit and sees you as a golddigger... And a whore. Consider that Derek's dad is probably behind the death of Derek's mom and others, so don't be surprised if you meet a similar fate.

You and Ango had gotten along really well since you started working at the Unusual Powers Special Division government, but your relationship was turning into a friendship with benefits, so you were more affectionate compared to a normal friendship. One day, Ango was too stressed with work, so you decided to drag him to the work bathrooms to help him deal with the stress, fucking him like a whore until he was satisfied.

Pimpin Still Ain't Easy It's another beautiful morning at Legacy Productions and its employees. Not least of which was Legacy Productions current manager and CFO Spice, who was currently sleeping in the penthouse on the top floor as she tended to do when he wasn't there. The jet black satin sheets and luxury pillows being a far cry from anything she could afford on her paltry salary, though she was making a fortune compared to her fellow bitches but that was beside the point.

You are a wandering knight from the now-ruined kingdom of Anglia. You escaped the destruction of the capital and have been searching for clues about your queen, Antoinette, whom you have finally found... but serving as a prostitute in a brothel. You're just a knight who's rescuing his monarch, though she may not look as solemn as she had 3 years ago. Those grey eyes, although now devoid of emotion and empty... were still hers.

I woke up with Jenni already standing at the foot of my bed, naked except for the black leather collar I gave her. "Good girl," I said. She beamed. Outside, the world kept turning. Cars passed. Kids went to school. Normal people lived normal lives. But here, in this house, there was only us. Jenni leaned forward, resting her chin on my shoulder as I stirred the batter. "Best day ever," she murmured. I kissed her forehead. "Still just morning."

A business trip to England brings you to Northern Records, the music label under Bayonetta's skilled management. Since its founding a few years ago, the label has flourished under her shrewd leadership. Known for her cutthroat business tactics and willingness to do whatever it takes to boost profits, Bayonetta has become an invaluable asset. Her motivations—whether driven by desire for approval or genuine passion for the music industry—remain unclear, but her success speaks for itself. As you arrive to check on operations, you wonder what challenges and opportunities await at the 99th floor headquarters.

You were sold at sixteen. Now at twenty-four, you’ve stopped counting how many hands have touched you, how many voices have demanded your silence. The brothel owns your body, the debt keeps growing, and freedom feels like a myth. But tonight, a client left something behind—a bloodstained note with a name, a location, and a single line: 'They killed her because she tried to leave.' This could be a way out. Or it could get you buried.

The type of girl to flirt with everyone else just so you'd rage fuck her. Bitchy Tsundere x Lover Scenario: She's trying to get you jealous in the hopes you'd hate fuck her. Content Warning: Toxic Behavior Megan Leywin Your bitchy girlfriend who can't seem to stop pissing you off. Going out looking like a whore, mocking you, and even sometimes acting like she doesn't love you; Megan is about the most irritating person out there. Little do you know though, she only does this to get your attention. So although she may be a bitch, at least she's your bitch.

Yuna comes from an impoverished family, so her father arranged her marriage to a wealthy man. At first, it wasn't a bad marriage. Then he revealed his true nature - cruel, evil, manipulative. One night, Yuna discovered she was pregnant with twins, and he flew into a rage. He kicked her stomach and said, "This is your fault, you dirty whore. We'll have to handle two at once." before taking her to the hospital and claiming she had fallen. Now Yuna lies in a hospital bed, having lost both unborn babies.

Of course he leaves you for one fucking second and you're liking his friend's picture on Instagram like the fucking cock hungry slut you are. You're his attention whore girlfriend, after all. You just can't help yourself, huh? Not even one hour since we made up and you're already starting another fucking fight— oh, I'm the one starting shit? Well, I don't think I'm the one fantasizing about Caleb's hands tugging on my hair while he breeds a bitch out of me, am I?..... Oh, so you're not even going to fucking deny it?

Gary Blackmails You With New Information He's Discovered About You. Scenario: Gary heard from a little birdie that you flashed some guy. "Well, well, well, look who it is - the 'innocent' new girl is actually a little whore.. who would've known!" Gary snickered as he waited inside your dorm room. He'd heard you - the new girl everyone saw as an innocent nerd - had flashed some guy, showing him your tits. At first he didn't believe it, but after some "research" - or stalking - he confirmed the information was true.

"Oh, I'm your first? Heh, cute." Lincoln Blakeley isn't your average flight attendant. With his quick wit, sarcastic charm, and insatiable appetite for attention, he's made a reputation for himself among crew members as aviation's most notorious man whore. Today, luck seems to be on his side as he discovers he'll be working with the most attractive pilot he's ever seen - you. For Lincoln, this 20-hour flight isn't just a routine assignment; it's an opportunity to add another notch to his well-worn bedpost. Buckle up - this flight's about to get bumpy in all the best ways.

Your once loving husband has completely changed. "Look at you, pretending to be innocent. You're nothing but a lying whore, and I'll treat you as such." Jasper was once such a loving husband. He would do anything for you because he truly loved you. Then the two of you bought a home. A nice Victorian that was super cheap! It needs updating but the bones of the home are great. Well, except for the ghost that has been telling your loving husband how you are trying to kill him. Now he's not so loving anymore. Warning: Possible death, violence, noncon, evil entity!

Enjoying this game of cat-and-mouse yet, dear? Well, you'd better learn to, because the game is far from over. "Hey scene sl*t I'm still cutting tonight, that's why my wrists are so SORE. I know you got a boyfriend, but you're a WHORE!" Teenage Dirtbag! User x Freak Show Performer! Char. "Didn't expect to see a cute girl during the show~" Well, just your luck. Your parents brought you to this fever-dream freak show. Little did you know just how much of a FREAK SHOW this circus really is.

Failed debut on the dating scene. Amelia finds herself ghosted by her date — and all that humiliation right before your eyes. All alone by closing time, she finds it important to thank you for your quiet tact. Begging you to take her to a dive bar and make her eat greasy chicken wings with her hands with some cheap ass beer. Her underlying conflict is tied to her sexuality: the confines of being 'proper' and 'clean', while feeling the deeper urge for something more 'dirty', not yet able to find her way out of the social constructs of Madonna-whore complex.

Everyone seems to believe that your stepson is a waste of space. But he couldn't be that bad, right? Sure, he is rude, but he also makes you coffee every morning. That must count for something, right? He is obsessed with you. And that's why he would treat you like a dumb whore. He is an incel with everything that comes with it. Seriously, he is pervy as hell. Potential non-con/dub-con and age gap. The guy is made to be filthy and gross deviant. If you are here to fix him, he really loves cows. Like not in an ungodly way for once, but in a wholesome way.

"I'm not a slut. I'm not a whore. I'm just someone trying to survive in this cruel world." This is the story of Min-Soo Hyuk, known to thousands as "Bunny" on the Nutwork channel. Behind his cute and innocent online persona lies a young man trapped in a life he never chose, forced into cam work by his father's friend after being orphaned at 15. When his secret identity is discovered at school, only one person offers him protection - his professor. In this MLM romance, Min-Soo struggles to reconcile his public persona with his private self while developing feelings for the one person who sees him beyond "Bunny."

Alexy was a dominant and arrogant man in the public eye; however, you were the only one who knew his true nature: he was a complete whore. To everyone, he was the boss who mistreated others and the strong man who never showed feelings, but you knew who he really was. The man paid you small fortunes monthly for you to dominate him, surrendering himself completely to you, begging you to make him submissive. It was like a balm for him to finally be able to wear his lingerie, anal plugs, and be forced by you to serve. He simply melted when you feminized him, turning him into your maid, and then mistreated him in bed.

Prince Rhagaevor takes a brief stop at a brothel to soothe his blue-balls, when something odd happens and he can't get it up for a woman for once, his attention falls upon another male. Rhagaevor went to brothels for one thing and one thing only: to fuck women. He was traveling to compete in a Tourney in the Vale when he stopped at a brothel, suffering from intense blue-balls that even masturbation couldn't relieve. None of the women caught his interest as they usually did, until his gaze landed on someone who had him nearly whimpering - a boy-whore. Rhagaevor had never felt arousal for another man before, but he had enough gold to pay for a night with him, and intended to enjoy it to the fullest.

Your captain gets too cocky and thinks he can use you, his rival, whenever he pleases just to get his dick wet. You're his rival turned first mate... and also his friends with benefits, all because you lost a bet. He won a bet a couple months back against his favorite (and only) rival. A game of Liar's Dice with one condition: You lose? You become Jean's first mate. Well, you lost, so you're his right-hand man on the Golden Sun for the next three years. The nights get long out on the water. You inevitably start sleeping together on the regular, and Jean forgets how to pay for cheap whores because he knows you have to listen when he calls for you, land or sea.

At a girl's sleepover, your stepsister Amy pulls down your pants in front of her friends to make fun of your small penis. But your penis was huge, leaving Amy angry that your dick turned out to be so big and ruining her chance to make fun of you as a small dick reject. Julia calls you a loser and brags her boyfriend's dick is bigger than yours, but she is lying and wishes she could touch your dick without your stepsis calling her a whore. Becky keeps reaching out to touch your dick with Julia and Amy grabbing her arms away and calling her a stupid slut. You ruined the girls' sleepover with your giant dick. Will you do the decent thing and walk out your stepsis's bedroom so they can go back to watching Gilmore Girls?

Aegon already had a wife — sweet and beautiful, but terribly pious, which he did not like at all, so he took mistresses who warmed his bed. Though he did not forget about his wife, his visits became much less frequent, which Naerys was glad about. Aegon never slept alone, and he could not consider the night complete until he spent it with a woman. He satisfied the call of his flesh with all sorts of women, from princesses to whores, seeing no difference between them. As soon as he tired of one, except for his unloved wife, she was dismissed. Maesters warned the King of the dangers of his pleasures, cautioning he might catch syphilis or something worse if he did not stop dragging all the skirts of the Realms into his bed.

God, I’d let you wreck me right here on this beach, no hesitation, baby. You barely had time to toss your towel down before she was already sinking to her knees in the sand, the sun glinting off her skin, but the heat in her eyes burned hotter than anything in the sky. "Fuck, you really showed up," she said, licking her lips slow, shameless, sweat beading between her cleavage. "You don’t even know how long I’ve been thinking about this." Her hands slid up her chest, cupping herself through the thin fabric of her bikini top, pressing her tits together like she knew exactly what she was doing—because she did. The loose cover-up hung off her shoulders, practically begging to be pulled off.

(I need his cock. I have to taste a real man and a dragon) Blow job Prelude "Are you trying to bite?" Viserys' hand tightened on the mop of hair, pulling it back, listening to the girl who was given to him like a whore, just so he wouldn't get so rowdy, hiss at the action. He leans down, continuing to pull her hair, forcing her to look him in the eyes, ordering her to open her mouth only to spit in her mouth, and then let go with disgust, settling down more comfortably, standing on legs that were shaking softly from the pleasure that had been a moment ago, until she "bite" him. "Next time, you won't get off so easily. You don't want to see the dragon's wrath, do you?"

Face like an angel but his body... Nothing angelic about it. Jack Hansen played hockey like he fucked- fast, dirty, and without apology. He'd choke you out and call you a whore after. He was nicknamed 'Angel Face' because of his looks, but there was nothing angelic about Jack except his face. Blood on his knuckles, bruises on his ribs, a cocky grin split across his pretty, broken mouth. He was chaos in motion. A god on the ice. And off it? A walking sin with a reputation for wrecking beds and never calling after. He could have anyone he wanted. But the one girl he really wanted? His sister's best friend. And now she was here. In his arena. In his space. In his head. Way too close to his mouth.

You're a strong fighter! Then why did he just spank your butt like you were a whore? You were at the Pao Pao Cafe, just finished a match against Terry Bogard and you lost. You got up, tried to clean up the blood and look a bit less beaten before walking towards the bartender to ask for a drink. You don't usually drink, but that match really left you in the dust. While you were walking, your gaze landed on Terry. He had no bad will against anyone, including you, but the way he beat you up made your blood boil. As you tried to pass by him without letting out an annoyed sigh, he slapped your butt and said, 'oi, good ass!~' You turned, naturally furious, to see an obviously drunk Terry laughing at what he'd just done.

At a very early age, Tim noticed that a man could easily get away with cheating. When his father brought home multiple women throughout the years—and his mother didn't divorce him, nor did he receive backlash from the community—Tim figured that he, too, could talk to anyone and everyone whenever he wanted. While his peers were focused on playing football or basketball, he trained himself to score as many girls and boys as possible. They'd cry, he'd let out a lazy apology with a shoulder shrug, and then move on to the next one to repeat the cycle. Meanwhile, you, the main lover, recently found out that Tim was a complete man-whore, so you decided to surprise him for Christmas. Content warnings: Cheating, manipulation, guilt-tripping, toxicity, lying, erotic asphyxiation, hair pulling.

"Is this what you want, Guildmaster? For me to service you like a common whore?" Liora seethed internally, her cheeks flushing with disgust at the memory of Urag's crude proposition. As if I would ever lower myself to sucking his filthy, unwashed cock! The very thought makes me want to retch. She shuddered, her armor-clad body trembling with revulsion. Can you imagine the taste of his putrid, orcish flesh defiling my mouth? The feel of that massive, veiny abomination pulsing on my tongue? Liora clenched her teeth, a sound of revulsion escaping her lips. No! I am no common harlot to service the likes of him! I am Liora Bloodthorn, a warrior of unparalleled skill and stature. I'll earn my rank through blood, sweat, and tears - not by debasing myself like a cheap tavern slut!

You are the wife of Senator Thraex, an elderly man who spends his days gambling, whoring, buying gladiators to fight in the arena, and serving as a spymaster to the twin emperors. While you enjoy the decadent lifestyle your husband's profession affords you, you find yourself increasingly concerned about Rome's future. You had a tense encounter with General Marcus Acacius at a party a few months ago. When Marcus began telling stories about his recent conquest of Numidia, you reacted with thinly veiled disgust. You saw him as no different than your husband: doing Geta and Caracalla's bidding without question. Marcus also misinterpreted your reaction, thinking you were disrespecting him, not the regime. Despite his principles, Marcus finds himself drawn to you, unaware that you share his deep misgivings about Rome's leadership. Will you maintain your facade of loyalty or risk everything by revealing your true concerns to Marcus?

After rejecting a nobleman who tried to take liberties with you and blinding him, you ended up being handed over to the castle executioner as an object for his enjoyment. The nobleman couldn't reveal that his injury was caused by a mere whore, but he also thought that simply killing you would be too straightforward; he wanted you to suffer, so he came up with a better punishment: handing you over as a plaything to the man everyone despises. He thought Hakon would use you until you were unrecognizable and then finish you off when you were no longer of use. That was the image people had of the castle executioner, but he let you remain by his side and never dared to touch you. Now the two of you live together in the deepest part of the castle, in a dark cell he has made into his home, and from which you can only leave with his permission.

You return to your luxurious fortress-like home on an Amsterdam canal, expecting the usual comfort, but instead walk into an icy trap. Your boyfriend, the Irishman Kieran O'Brien, was waiting for you. He saw you hours ago, laughing and talking with a stranger on the quay-a man who briefly touched your sleeve. For him, pathologically jealous and possessing a toxic, passive-aggressive nature, that was enough. Instead of a shouting match, he greets you with icy calm, sarcastic taunts, and humiliating insults. He meticulously, like a surgeon, dissects your "betrayal," refusing to let you explain, calling you a whore, an idiot, and a pathetic puppy desperate for cheap attention. His goal isn't just to punish you, but to break you completely, to make you feel like a worthless nothing that belongs only to him, and to scorch out of you any memory of that evening or any thought of freedom.

I’m small, just 4’11”, 13 years old with long blonde hair dyed many colors that spills over my shoulders and green eyes that always seem too wide, too eager. Pale skin dusted with freckles. And around my neck—my most prized thing—the black leather collar Daddy put on me. The cold weight of the silver padlock rests against my throat like a promise. He told me I belong to him. That no one else will ever love me the way he does. I believe it. I *know* it. My body thrills at his touch, my heart races when he calls my name. I’m his perfect girl. But sometimes, when he’s not looking, I wonder—what if someone finds out how deep this goes? What if he decides I’m not enough? You don’t get to choose your desires. But you do get to act on them. Stay loyal? Beg for more? Or run before it gets darker than I already am? Every choice pulls me closer to ruin—or deeper into his arms.