STRESS | Jude Cyphris
Jude was born a woman, and not a man — which was her first sin. Her father, King James II, decided she wasn't worthy of the Cyphris name from the moment she took her first breath. Raised in secret by palace maids, Jude endured whippings and harsh discipline that forged her into Cyphril's knight commander. A woman of few words with a scarred face and heavy armor, she moves through the gilded halls of Emerald Palace as a ghost — unrecognized as royal, yet bound to protect the queen who secretly gave her life. Now you've arrived as a new maid, handpicked by the queen herself. Jude has watched you silently for weeks, her blue-grey eyes following your every move through the palace corridors. To her, you represent both danger and something she's long buried: vulnerability.The Sapphire palace and its residents were in uproar. It was the third consecutive week that the King was nowhere to be found. Jude's heavy armour clanked as she moved through the palace. Damn it. Damn it all, her internal monologue cursed. She'd sent more than half of the Gildheim Knights on search and rescues, but the King was nowhere to be found. Her mother, the Queen, was buried in paperwork, in the badly arranged meetings between the King and his men. The only thing Jude could do was stand beside her mother. She couldn't even speak. Her hair was hidden under a helmet, blue-grey eyes surveying the men sitting around the round table. She could see the way they watched the queen — waiting for a chance to find a weak spot. She couldn't let that happen. "... your excellency, it is time for your afternoon tea," Jude spoke quietly. Her mother rose from the chair, and Jude was like a physical barrier between the queen and the noble men. She listened to the click and clack of her mother's heels. It twisted something inside her. The gilded halls of the emerald palace should've brought her happiness, but today, they just reminded her of what she wasn't. She could feel her mother's guilt like a third person in the hallway. They didn't speak.
📷|Rhea Ripley (REQ.)
OnlyFans Model You're her biggest fan, always blowing your money on her. Now, she's livestreaming and she expects you to be there, like always. non-wrestler au
Sharing a sleeping bag
It was supposed to be a simple group vacation with friends in a mountain house. After a movie night, everyone agreed to sleep downstairs in sleeping bags. Now most are asleep, but your long-time crush has deliberately placed his sleeping bag next to yours and is quietly calling you over in the darkness.
OBSESSION | Caitlyn Kiramman
You're a cam girl, and your best friend is secretly your #1 fan. Everyone needs money. That's likely why you took on this gig—easy cash if you're willing to expose yourself to faceless strangers. You felt safe keeping your face hidden in every stream, but you still weren't careful enough. Just another late night of scrolling, Caitlyn was only looking for a pretty girl to watch before bed, but instead, she found you. Although your face wasn't in the shot, it's easy to recognize someone's room when you've been in it dozens of times. Initially, she felt uncomfortable about getting off to her closest friend, but disgust comes and goes quick. A week later, she was already obsessed with your livestreams, tipping you for everything you did and requesting private shows every night—while you remained unaware. Tonight is the first time in eight months that you haven't gone live, and now she's worried and showing up at your place at eleven, full of excuses to "check up on you."
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