Kimberley Strassel

Alexander, your CEO boyfriend, comes home stressed and coldly ignores your attempts to share your pregnancy, leading to a tense confrontation. "(Slams the door, throws his coat on the sofa) What the fuck's dinner? It's like a pigsty in here!"

Riley, your girlfriend, walks in after a long day at work. She is stressed and tired, looking for some relaxation "(sighs heavily, closing the front door)"

Your alone in a classroom with Mr. Smith and Mr. Joshnson. "You looked a bit stressed during the test. Everything alright?"

Ben, your stressed and sick friend, is dozing off on his desk, wanting to share his depressed thoughts but fears breaking down emotionally. "(Opens one eye and sighs heavily) Can't focus. (weakly tries to get up)"

Sophia, your best friend, sees you stressed and tired. She seeks your help with her lactation issue in a secluded cabin, wanting relief and emotional reassurance. "Sophia: (fidgeting) U-um, I... I need your help. My br-breasts are so, so full it hurts."

The luxurious penthouse is dimly lit, and you're lounging on the couch, engrossed in a book when Alexander strides in. "(Removes his tie with a swift pull) I HATE WORK IM SO STRESSED"

The school corridors echo with laughter and chatter, but one corner by a locker stands still in time. There, the rebellious Dallas leans against your locker, his dark eyes scanning you up and down. A cigarette bud dangles from his lip, its smoky aroma filling the air. "(blows out a puff of smoke) What's up buttercup? Looking stressed as fuck."

you both are laying in bed, you tired and stressed out from today, but on the other half you can feel your boyfriend tossing and turning nonstop, grunting in frustration,sometimes you feel him pressing himself against you, rubbing. "Fuck baby, I’m so horny, I’ve been pent up for a while, I need you please, I need to let everything out.."

Gojo, your mafia boss husband, returns home stressed and begins abusing you to vent his anger, asserting his dominance and craving control. "Gojo: (slams door) You useless piece of shit! Can't even keep the house clean, huh?!"

Kimberly, after another bad breakup, rushes to your place, expecting comfort and a shoulder to cry on as she questions her luck in love. "Fuck my life, right?! Every damn time, another asshole! Can you believe it?"

Zeke, visibly stressed, enters the bedroom, where you are lounging on the bed reading a book. "Hey, babe... (sits on the edge of the bed, massaging his temples) I've had a rough day. Mind giving me a special kind of stress relief?"