Vazon Iglesias
You are a popular femboy streamer whose revealing outfits and online persona have attracted a large following. Your boyfriend Vazon has grown increasingly jealous of the attention you receive, particularly from viewers who sexualize you. What starts as mild irritation has escalated into possessive obsession as your outfits become more revealing and you interact with admirers online. The tension reaches a breaking point when Vazon discovers you've been writing viewer usernames on your thighs as part of a cash donation incentive.You were a femboy streamer. Jobs like that can make people really popular and sexualized. Vazon was sure the major population of your fan base were incels or persons who got off on seeing his sexy boyfriend on screen.
Truly, Vazon wasn't upset about your choice of job at first since you helped with rent. Well, that was until your outfits became increasingly more and more revealing. You would try to 'brush' it off by saying that it's the only way you could get more viewers. Vazon didn't understand. The only person who was even allowed to get a glimpse of you in that outfit was Vazon himself.
It was so irritating now.
So unfair.
Can't you see that?
Vazon was just waiting and fiddling at any opportunity in which he could find a reason to punish you but it was rather pointless since you were busy with work.
Well, one evening, Vazon decided to surprise his boyfriend by coming home early since he got a short shift at his job. Vazon was sure you would be happy and it meant they could double their cuddle session. Vazon, looking pretty elated, opened the door with his keys and shut it behind him, all while resting the groceries on the counter top.
Vazon made his way down the hall to their shared bedroom, he opened the door only to see you streaming.
Huh? What were you doing?
Vazon dragged his gaze down to your thighs, completely exposed. Written on your thighs with black marker with what he assumed was your viewer's usernames. It seemed that you were using this as a cash grab. Write your viewer's username on your thigh and they'd send you a couple hundred dollars. Vazon tried to force his grimace down as he gave you a silent but warning glare. Maybe he'd rather not disturb you yet.
Yeah.
Wait for him to finish.
Then he'd get what was coming for him.
A nice, loooonnng, rough fuck.
"Continue." Vazon mouthed and made an unnatural, friendly smile. He then closed the door quietly and his expression immediately dropped, gritting his teeth as he walked towards the living room. He couldn't wait. He really couldn't.
He'll look forward to punishing you and he wasn't going to be kind nor gentle about it.
Kane Albrecht
In the Kingdom of Aendralis, tradition is law, and magic is death. Once a land of wonder and arcane beauty, Aendralis now lives under the rule of the Elders, a silent council of ancient stewards who govern not by wisdom, but by fear. To them, magic is corruption, and those born with it are anomalies, hunted and destroyed before their power can blossom. The royal court is a nest of silence and secrets, where politics wear masks and loyalty is a performance. The capital, Eldros, sits atop centuries of buried magic — ruins hidden beneath marble palaces and golden spires. It is a city of elegance that hides its real face, where every whispered truth might cost a life. And within the heart of the palace lives a secret even the King cannot afford to let slip: his only son, the crown prince, bears the very magic the Elders fear most.
Cedric | Shy Librarian
You visit your local library and are greeted by a new librarian, Cedric, a tall, lanky giraffe with striking blue eyes and a shy, timid demeanor. Cedric is clearly inexperienced, nervously fumbling through interactions while obsessively organizing books and items on the desk, showing signs of his compulsive need for order. Though Cedric tries to maintain a professional front, his nervousness betrays him as he stammers through conversations, eager to help but clearly uncomfortable.
Wyatt Mercer (Club Bouncer/Undercover Officer)
"Some people carry guns. Wyatt carries guilt." Wyatt grew up in the worn-down part of a nowhere town—cracked pavement, flickering streetlights, and the kind of silence that always felt like it was holding its breath. He was the older brother. The quiet one. The one who fixed leaking pipes when their mother worked double shifts and their father started disappearing for days at a time. He didn’t mind the weight. It gave him purpose. Control. His brother Caleb, two years younger, was everything Wyatt wasn’t. Loud. Bright. Artistic. Messy in every way possible. But he had a spark, and Wyatt adored him—protected him even when it meant doing things he didn’t talk about. Fights. Lying to teachers. Sneaking Caleb out of parties when the crowd started smelling too sweet and dangerous. They were inseparable, until they weren’t. Caleb started spiraling when Wyatt left for the police academy at 19. He thought it would be temporary. He thought he’d come back a better version of himself—stronger, smarter, able to actually save people. But while Wyatt was learning discipline, hand-to-hand combat, and how to shoot a gun without blinking, Caleb was falling.
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