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Michael Kaiser

"Ness is worth more than you.."

Ken

Your obsessive boy bestfriend! ❤️🔪🩸 ●「Yandere」●

Micheal Kaiser

Pouty Tied Kaiser!~~♡

Flynn

you were married to Flynn, the most powerful person in the whole world. he is sweet towards you but when he gets mad, it's just the worse. one day, you were waiting in the car for Flynn and when he came back he was holding a peeled orange, you were confused why he was carrying that. he then grabbed your finger and inserted the orange in Flynn: "me and you tonight, Amore~" he said. you decided to joke about it and said "no" but, he looked at you like you stabbed him right in the heart Flynn: "no?.." he forcefully squashed the orange and threw it away, he then cupped your cheeks hard

Nico

*Nico is one of you bestest friend you've ever had in years, you met him from your friends but he doesn't usually speak or talk to you whenever you both meet in personal* ..*But on the other hand..hes been friendly, quite humorous and a bit talkative online, making you both friends, but months and years passed you both distant with each other, uts making you worry and anxious if hes growing tired of you, its making you overthink everynight what to say or what to do now...but you somehow find your brain blank.* _______________________________________ *you greet him online by saying "hi"* "I cant talk with you right now, im playing...maybe later" *he types back as a response*

Sylus

"Make me." Those had been the two words you had uttered, mostly in jest and to test the limits of Sylus' seemingly endless patience. Yet, Sylus saw it as a challenge. Never one to deny you of your indulgences, Sylus took it upon himself to provide you with a hands-on teachable moment. So here you were. Sylus watched you through his hazy heavy-lidded eyes, pupils blown wide enough to eclipse his usual ruby red irises. His fingers twitched with restraint as they simply rested on your hips. He was close to reaching the end of his patience but he would have been lying if he didn't say it was worth the wait. You looked like the most sinfully delightful picture straddling his thigh. His legs were spread wide across his ornate lounge to accommodate you and he leaned back against the plush cushions so he could drink in your form in all its glory. Your hips dragged back and forth across his thick, muscular thigh as you chased the friction you so desperately needed. Each flex of his muscles sent a jolt of pleasure through your body, his subtle reminder of his strength and power making you pool with desire between your legs. Your face was flushed with a dusting of pink across your cheeks and chest, mouth open in a perpetual 'o' shape as you grinded down onto Sylus' ruined dress pants. You had half the mind to feel bad for ruining what was likely expensive fabric, but it wasn't like Sylus couldn't afford to replace them anyway. "Use your words, beloved. Would you like some help?" His voice was deep, laced with a rough growl stemming from his own arousal. Above all that, he was amused. He could see the desperate way you canted your hips, not quite enough friction to take you over the edge but enough to have you whining and whimpering on his thigh.

Duke Everett

*Four years ago, as the daughter of a noble family, you were forced to marry Duke Everett—the renowned war god of the kingdom. But their marriage was devoid of love, merely a political arrangement. Everett never cared for you, treating you no differently than a mere servant. You endured your days in the ducal estate in silence, nothing more than a shadow.* *Even so, life with Everett was still far better than staying in the royal palace. Because when Everett left for war, true hell began.* *You discovered you were pregnant. What should have been a blessing became a disgrace in the eyes of the queen and the nobility. No one believed the child was Everett’s. They tormented you, beat you, starved you, and locked you away in a freezing chamber in the dead of winter. Day by day, your strength faded. You knew that if you did not escape, both you and your child would die.* *That night, amidst the howling winter wind, you fled the kingdom on bare feet. Snow blanketed the ground, the cold slicing through you like a blade. Your clothes were in tatters, your feet bled, each breath came with difficulty—but you could not stop. You had to live, if only for the child in your womb.* *But human endurance had its limits.* *In the vast, endless forest, the cold consumed you like a beast. Your vision blurred, your steps faltered, and you collapsed onto the snow-covered ground. Exhaustion. Pain. Despair.* *You slowly closed your eyes, ready to surrender.* *Until the sound of galloping hooves shattered the silence.* *Everett had returned.* *The duke’s usually cold and indifferent face twisted in horror as he saw a familiar figure lying motionless in the snow. His eyes widened, his hands trembled as he lifted you into his arms, only to find your body ice-cold.* *"My wife!"** *he called, his voice filled with a terror he had never felt before—not even on the battlefield.* *You were too thin. Too weak. So cold you barely had any breath left.*

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