All the world's a stage

[beefpack]

[aworldofplayers]

@ragtagrunaways Inspo

To Marius, Ryan had already become a fixture in his and Zeke's relationship. What started as a drunken idea after celebrating the early college cup had turned into something he couldn't imagine living without, and he was pretty sure that Zeke was having similar feelings, even if they never explicitly spoke about it. And he had also seen the shift in Ryan. His outgoing flirtyness had shifted, and instead of taking home someone from the bar, he had a tendency to end up in the sheets between him and Zeke, desperate to give both men whatever their heart desired, as if that way he could buy himself another night in their bed. With the season start around the corner, they were in a training camp, and after not seeing Ryan for a while, who had visited his mother during the vacation, he had half expected that Ryan would jump his bones, but he was controlled. His outgoing, charming self, but no touches, no kisses and no surprise blowjob that made Marius lose his mind.

Now, after the first day they trained, he had retreated to the room he shared with Ryan, picking up his phone to see the messages from Zeke and the picture he sent him, making his shorts feel tighter instantly as he remembered the way his boyfriend had filled him with load after load the day before he left for the camp.

"Zeke wrote me a message and was kind enough to add a thirst trap. Wanna show him what he's missing out on?", he asked the blond, showing him the picture, and the shift in the other's body was clearly visible. While he had worked all day not to be too overbearing and overstep boundaries that he was not sure existed after what happened last semester, the casual way Marius showed him something as intimate as a picture taken by his boyfriend for him gave him the bravery to make his way over to him, only wearing boxers just like Marius. He jumped onto his captain's bed to straddle his hips.

"Why don't you call him so he can watch live?", he suggested, taking the phone from Marius' hands and then dialled the number, making sure the camera was on when he placed it on the nightstand before he pushed the big brunet back into the pillows, waiting for Zeke to pick up before he leaned in to kiss the other, not only sating his own desire but thriving on the knowiledge that Zeke was watching, wondering if he would join them, maybe not personally but in spirit, guiding his lovers the way he had done so many times when they shared their bed.

"Tell me what makes you harder, captain? The idea of eating your cum from my ass or knowing that your boyfriend will be right there watching?"

[ragtagrunaways]

Lance made no move to resist as he was guided back against the door. While trained to a degree, he wasn't stupid enough to believe for a moment he could make a move to overpower the gladiator unless the other was willing, and in this moment? He was happy to follow the other's lead. Instead, while Einar's hands settled down against his hips, he brought one of his own up. Crawling it's way along the nape of the other's neck, until he could eventually bring it up to curl in to the other's hair.

"Well for one thing, I have no intentions of informing my father that I happen to have given you that satisfaction if not necessary." His voice dropped low, still keeping his gaze on the other's face. Studying it, even in th eother's current state. Handsome beneath the veneer of a gladiator. After a moment, the hand not curled in to the other's locks moved to begin working at the fastenings of his armour.

"And even should he find out... Have you ever heard him denying me a request? As long as your performance doesn't start slipping once you've been satisfied, of course."

[aworldofplayers]

Einar hadn't lain with a lover for a long time, back when he had been bought with one of his comrades. They had shared a room and trained side by side, only to share one of the small cots in their room. That was until their trainer found out, and he made them fight, forcing Einar's hand to end the life of someone he deeply cared for.

"These walls have ears, and it would be even worse at the ludus", he knew that there were many who were jealous of him and his success. Those who felt like they deserved better than to stand in the shadow he cast on them as the colossus of the arena. They would revel in seeing him getting lashes for seducing the dominus' golden boy. But at least there was no way he could be forced into killing another person he dared to care for, even if his feelings for Lance were only a bud that waited to bloom into a beautiful flower.

"The last man who gave me what my body craved, and they found out they determined who was the real man by making us fight to the death", one of his hands travelled up the other's body, feeling the muscles hiding under the toga that were no match for a gladiator, but he was sure that he would look delectable nevertheless.

"He died by my hand. Is that enough indication of my prowess after I was taken by a real man?", his gaze wandered over the other's features, considering the way he had allowed Einar to move them and how his fingers tangled in his long, golden locks as encouragement to lean and kiss him. Hot and passionate in ways he hadn't been since Bjorn, and as much as his heart ached at the thought of his friend, his focus was fully on the man who had offered him what his heart wanted most.

"Will you be a real man, dominus? Will you take what your heart desires?", Einar snapped his hip forward, making sure the younger man felt how hard he was already, the adrenaline pumping through his veins mixing with the desperation of a man who hadn't had a proper orgasm in far too long.

[thefcw]

With the slap he winced again, skin turning from hot to cold and stinging as the air soothed it from the strike. He cursed under his breath, he’d never been treated like that and as much as he hated being treated like a royal being treated like this wasn’t something he wanted either. That he knew of.

“I am going to fucking kill you.” He wasn’t going to take being called a hole or a camp slut, gods know he wanted to be but his reality didn’t allow him to admit his desires or wants. Caius had no control over his life ever, from young boy it was rules and rules, telling who he can and can’t like, who he could call a friend. In battle, killing the enemy, he couldn’t be free even then without people shielding him over their own guts. Now that he was captured he had nothing to lose.

Just as he was about to comment on what he’d heard about her sister, a beast of her own kind he’d been told, the words got stuck in his throat and instead he let out a groan when the other grabbed by his manhood. His body tensed and his hands closed into fists as his arms pull against the chains. Trying to collect himself Caius breathed heavily before smirking, “I think I’d rather fuck a dragon.”

[aworldofplayers]

"Oh, you think you can ride me long enough to milk me dry?", he squeezed the prince's balls harshly with his other hand while he started stroking him, slow and deliberate, with his thumb brushing over the other's slit, trying to get a feeling for how easy the other man would be to break.

"Lucky for you, both my queen and I can happily provide you with a chance", he whispered into the man's ear, knowing the chains were strong enough to hold his spoils of war right there in place for him to keep toying with him.

"The first lesson you should learn as my personal whore. You are graced with the honour to pleasure dragons, taking whatever we are willing to share with you. An honour no mortal can claim for themselves"

[thefcw]

As terrified as she was she was infuriated. She was raised proper, a lady and always to look to kindness and compassion. Most around her knew that, cherished that, even the men who were known for their lewdness behaved around her. She may have been innocent but she was far from stupid, as protected as she was by her father she knew what human were capable of. And she felt guilty for wanting to strike the man touching him.

She wasn’t going to correct him on what she meant, she knew exactly what she said and if he wanted to think her stupid then it would be his mistake not hers. His chuckle made her angry although she hid it, his ignorance of the nun’s standing in their Holy Church wasn’t surprising but all he knew was the actions of men. Surely by now he should know very few women had any say in her world unlike in his. There was no lecturing him though, no protest, as she knew it might provoke him. As reasonable as he may seem she couldn’t be sure.

When he looked past her she did so to him, looking at the men waiting behind him but her gaze was empty, for a moment she got lost in whatever fate she was dooming herself into. Once he looked at her and offered his hand Laura looked at him and then at his hand. For a moment she remained quiet, looking at the drops of blood on his sleeve and skin.

Taking his hand she promised herself if he went back on his word she would kill him or if it came to it she would take her own life.

“Everything.” She repeated it as plainly as she could, making sure he understood that she knew what she meant by it.

[aworldofplayers]

His large and strong hand wrapped around hers the moment she placed it in his hand, rough skin against her soft one, the blood of those who died by his hand now sullying her skin too. One of her priests would call this a deal with the devil, but for him it was the final victory he had been promised. All these years of conquest, he had waited for this moment, for the day when the gods would send him his promised bride. A reward for his devotion and all the bloodshed in their name.

"My everything", his voice was quiet as he lifted her small hand up and pressed a kiss to the back of her hand. "My queen", he murmured against her skin in his own tongue, not for her or his men, but for the gods to show them he had understood their signs and would obey their wishes. He allowed his lips to linger for a second longer, enjoying the touch of his lips against her skin with his eyes closed before he straightened his back.

Fenrir positioned himself between her and the women who still cowered in the back, crying and sobbing with fear, some for their own safety and some for their princess's.

"Leave the women here", he ordered his men in his own tongue, seeing a short moment of disappointment wash over a few of the faces. He knew that these men had sacrificed a lot and that it was their right to win themselves a woman to warm their beds or to compensate for the losses they suffered at the hands of the southerners for decades and centuries, but no matter how much he was considered a monster, he was not as bad as they painted him to be.

"But I want you to pack up every bit of writing you can find for our own libraries. And make sure you find even the most hidden rooms, and be careful. Only the gods know what fucked up shit they used to keep those forbidden texts hidden", he added, knowing that even if they were upset, they would not dare cross the line of disobeying him. He had earned their trust and loyalty in the years they had followed him, and they knew what it meant that he had chosen a wife. They had finally reached the end of their journey, and they would have a chance to return home.

"Let's return to the capital. My men need to know they have a queen now"

[ragtagrunaways]

Admittedly, it takes a moment to piece together quite what the remaining option would be considering he'd seen the parade offered to the gladiator. Sure that the other would recognize the look of thought on Lance's features for a few moments. But, he got there eventually. If none of those were to Einar's tastes, perhaps the option remaining was one that he could help with.

"So you deny the rewards offered, time and again? It feels almost a shame. My father fears a lot of things, losing you amongst them, but I have to query if the opposite result may come from denying you what you need." His own gaze never waivered, despite the figure in front of him. Stnding toe to toe with a man he had seen all but rip apart his compeition and beast like in the arena.

"What if I was to offer to help remedy your lack of reward?" His father may have considered him his golden child, but he'd certainly overlooked several rumours indicating he happened to enjoy the company of many individuals since coming in to his prime.

[aworldofplayers]

Einar knew that the man in front of him had a good head resting on his shoulders, even if he might be a bit bold for defying his father's commands. But he was not only smart enough to understand Einar without him being forced to spell it out for him and manoeuvre himself into a difficult situation, but he also saw something his father refused out of fear for the bad luck it could bring. Einar was a simple man, even if his fights in the arena had garnered him the reputation of a god. But he had needs, and there were things the handle of an axe could not do for you.

Einar placed his hands on the other's hips and moved him back against the door and pressed him up against it, strong fingers flexing against the fabric of the noble man's tunic, the skin stretched tight over his muscles still full of dirt and sweat from the fight in the arena, the black ink shimmering through the sand and blood caked on his skin.

"And what if that offer will cost me my head and you your father's good graces? Do you believe my satisfaction is worth the sacrifice?"

[aworldofplayers]

open to m plot: Einar (gay bottom) is the favourite in the arena, winning all his fights and, unlike most others, has made himself comfortable in the ludus he was sold to after being taken hostage as a soldier. connection: cesar/senator, dominus, son of the house, nobleman, trainer, fellow gladiator, other slave, gift for his most recent win

Einar was still high on his success in the arena, the roaring of the crowd heavy in the air as he walked down the corridors of the colosseum to the section that was rented by his dominus for the gladiators of his ludus. Today no man or beast thrown his way was strong enough to force him to his knees. A few scratches were decorating his skin, nothing to warrant a visit with the doctor. Not that the same could be said of his enemies.

Pushing the door open, he walked over to the bowl of water to wash away the sand and blood still clinging to his skin, and before he could even start undoing his armour, the door opened again. It wasn't uncommon for others to just enter without knocking. Privacy was not something a slave was afforded, even if he was as good and valuable as Einar. There was only one thing he was sure of: no one who entered could be a real threat to him. So he took the time to dry his hands with a cloth before he turned around to look at him. Einar's eyes wandered over the man standing in the doorway. Slowly and methodically, he took in every detail of the other as he walked over, back straight, his massive 6'2 stature accentuated by the armour he still wore.

"What brings you here? Has the show in the arena not satisfied you? Are you yearning for a more private performance?"

[ragtagrunaways]

Einar was his fathers, Lance was well aware of that. And yet that had never stopped his fascination with the gladiator. Admittedly, it extended to more gladiators than just Einar, but the other had rather effortlessly proven himself time and again in the arena. It was why Lance was there for every match, observing the other at work. What strategies he employed, the raw strength on display, it was enough to provoke hus cirosity despite his father's wishes for him to remain away from it. He didn't know the reasoning, just that he was discouraged from attending, and even more so putting himself in his current position.

But he was a man full grown and only so many times could he deny the desire to see the northern bear up close. His name granted him entry, and clearly the other was confident even in this moment. His own eyes watched the other as he approached, only reacting when the words wer offered.

"Now, that certainy makes for an interesting offer. A private performance from the greatest gladiator in teh arena. I must admit it was mostly my curiosity that led me here today. Every reward my father has attempted to offer you has been turned away. I was merely curious as to why. Not to your liking? I'm sure different company could be arranged if necessary."

[aworldofplayers]

Einar knew who Lance was. His dominus' golden child and the future head of the Ludus. His father made sure that he was not down with the gladiators that trained for the arena, living up there in the villa where he was well educated and well looked after by the slaves that were meant to be close to the members of the house. Not a barbarian like himself. Those were also the girls they had sent him, some of them for his entertainment alone and some because his dominus probably hoped for seed to take root the way it did when they were sent to some of his fellow gladiators. But Einar had never felt that pull. Even the trembling virgin they sent him was not to his taste. They even made one young man training to become a gladiator spread his cheeks for him, but he refused that too. He knew why his dominus did it, fearing that he would lose his winning streak in the arena if he was taken the way a woman would be, his masculinity threatened by the mere idea that someone would blow his load in his perfect ass.

"Your father knows exactly what my heart desires, but he fears losing his best gladiator if he were to fulfil my wish", he walked even closer, gaze locked with the beautiful ocean blue of the younger man.

"Little does he know that there are more ways that lead to that satisfaction than just sharing the bed with someone..."

[aurora-rph]

Arranged Marriage Themed Starter Sentences

I know nothing about you, and yet we are expected to spend our lives together.

We both know this is about money, why pretend otherwise?

I know neither of us want this, but lets try and make the best of it.

Do not think this ring on my finger means you have my heart.

Just because we're married doesn't mean I'm going to share your bed.

If I drink enough, maybe I can forget I don't want to be here.

This is politics, not love.

If I am to be married against my will, I at least am going to be a sight no one will forget.

My freedom is a small price to pay for my people's safety.

At least in front of others, let us pretend we're in love.

I won't hold you to a promise your parents made for you.

I cannot love you, but perhaps we can be friends.

Are we simply commodities to be traded for peace and power?

Perhaps love will come in time.

They were forced to marry me, I can hardly admit I've fallen in love with them.

Is lineage and money all that matters? Whatever happened to romance?

I did not want this either, I won't tell anyone if you wish to run.

I'm not asking for love, just for them to be kind.

Smile. Everyone is watching.

The ceremony is over. You can stop pretending now.

I'll sleep in my office, you may have the bed.

It's not too late to run.

Do you think in another life, we could have chosen each other?

I can't give you my heart, but I will see that you have anything else you could wish for.

[mrfrogmemes]

Reblog if you're a safe RP partner to say NO to!

Some people are afraid to say no or are afraid that you will get mad at them! This is to say that you would prefer people politely tell you NO if they don't want to do something!

Don't know how to say no? Here are some ways that shouldn't hurt anyone's feelings:

I'm not really feeling that idea, but maybe we could do (blank) instead

Maybe another time / not right now / I don't have the bandwidth for that kind of plot right now / that's not the type of thing I was really looking for but I'd love to do something else / I'm not currently looking for more threads / It's better for me if we just focus on what we have for now / hmmm what if we did (blank) instead / maybe another time!

Variations of these!

[aworldofplayers]

open to m plot: Einar (gay bottom) is the favourite in the arena, winning all his fights and, unlike most others, has made himself comfortable in the ludus he was sold to after being taken hostage as a soldier. connection: cesar/senator, dominus, son of the house, nobleman, trainer, fellow gladiator, other slave, gift for his most recent win

Einar was still high on his success in the arena, the roaring of the crowd heavy in the air as he walked down the corridors of the colosseum to the section that was rented by his dominus for the gladiators of his ludus. Today no man or beast thrown his way was strong enough to force him to his knees. A few scratches were decorating his skin, nothing to warrant a visit with the doctor. Not that the same could be said of his enemies.

Pushing the door open, he walked over to the bowl of water to wash away the sand and blood still clinging to his skin, and before he could even start undoing his armour, the door opened again. It wasn't uncommon for others to just enter without knocking. Privacy was not something a slave was afforded, even if he was as good and valuable as Einar. There was only one thing he was sure of: no one who entered could be a real threat to him. So he took the time to dry his hands with a cloth before he turned around to look at him. Einar's eyes wandered over the man standing in the doorway. Slowly and methodically, he took in every detail of the other as he walked over, back straight, his massive 6'2 stature accentuated by the armour he still wore.

"What brings you here? Has the show in the arena not satisfied you? Are you yearning for a more private performance?"

[bigsoftbison]

omg bestie what if i woke up next to you at the sleepover, and your shirt was barely covering your titties, and i just helped free them, and started sucking and playing with your nipples while you were barely waking up

[aworldofplayers]

open to m/f/nb (21+) plot: Ryan (changed fc. I am trying to figure this out, so please bear with me) is a fuckboy with a heart of gold, but his sexual escapades are infamous on campus. Your muse has been forced to listen to his activities between the sheets not for the first time, and now they confront him about it. Could be annoyance or jealousy. Could be someone he goes to college with, someone who's supposed to make sure the hockey house stays in line (age gap is encouraged) or someone he knows off campus. Feel free to run as wild with ideas as you feel like.

It wasn't a secret that Ryan loved sex and that he was really good at fucking. No person he ever shared his bed with had complained, and he thrived on giving the person he lay with what their heart most desired. It wasn't his fault that they were loud and the walls were thin. So after kissing the last puck bunny goodbye, he made his way to the kitchen, greeted by their sour expression on this wonderful morning.

"I promise I wasn't the one to empty the orange juice this time around", he said, hands raised in defence, wondering what was bugging them this time around.

[blccdiedknuckles]

after settling back into his small hometown in maine, lauren never really imagined he'd leave again. he certainly never imagined he'd move back into a bigger city, or that he'd wind up taking a job at a college campus acting as a glorified babysitter for the hockey team-- yet here he was. except his usual relaxed, go with the flow approach to life had been replaced with tension, aggravated grunts, and sarcastic quips. the hockey house was full of rambunctious, outspoken boys and the one currently sauntering into the room was his biggest problem; or, at least, his loudest. once again the thirty three year old didn't get any sleep because, instead, he got to listen to the shrill screams of whatever nameless girl ryan had brought into the house with him last night as she allegedly saw stars and sounded like she had the night of her life.

"no, of course not. you would never," he grumbled as he sat at the island in the kitchen, already nursing his third cup of coffee that morning. "the only thing you empty is your balls into whichever girl looks at you for more than five seconds-- did you even know this ones name, because i kept hearing her call out yours but i didn't hear you say anything." he was jealous. incredibly jealous. since moving here his already barely existent sex life went fully extinct. hearing ryan almost every other night was just the cherry on top reminding him how long it had been for him-- but he wasn't jealous of ryan. he was jealous of the girls. you see, ryan was his biggest issue in the house because lauren was hopelessly attracted to him. hopelessly.

[aworldofplayers]

Ryan was very open with his needs and desires. He never got why one would hide or suppress them. There were so many people who shared them, so many women, men or anyone in between who gladly shared his bed and gave him the privilege to show how much he loved to fuck. He loved to hear them moan and scream, feeling the rush of a man who held the power of stars in his hand, knowing no one else would ever make them feel so cherished, adored and satisfied ever again.

Others were running their mouths that his dick must be magic, considering all the people flicking to him. And yes, he had a nice cock, great length and girth, and Ryan knew exactly how to use it, but it was the way he used his mouth to get them ready that really made them see stars, making his partners cum at least twice on his tongue before he would even think about stretching them with his fingers.

His teammates had gotten used to the noise, taking it as an indicator of how good or bad his mood was, but their newest chaperone seemed to struggle with the openness and honesty he had when dealing with what he considered basic needs. His grey sweatpants sat low on his hips, and, chest bare, he sauntered into the room, listening to what their personal watchdog had to say.

"Her name was Karris Jones, she's a poli-science major like me. Her favourite colour is blue, and her favourite sex position is riding me like a wild bull while she pushes my face into her glorious tits", he retorted, disproving the older man's accusation that he knew nothing of the puck bunnies he fucked. That he used and discarded them without a care to sate his desires.

It hurt his ego that the other seemed to think so little of him until he got a good look at his face. This was not the accusation of a man who judged him for his promiscuity. Those were the words of a man who was eaten up by jealousy. What exactly he was jealous of, Ryan couldn't tell, so he moved over to him, face searching his face while he leaned against the counter.

"Well, tell me, Mr Abernathy, what is it that your heart yearns for that you cannot get? Wet young pussy to feast on all night long or a man who makes you cum over and over again until you believe in divinity and praise him as your god?"

[aworldofplayers]

open to m/f/nb (21+) plot: Ryan (changed fc. I am trying to figure this out, so please bear with me) is a fuckboy with a heart of gold, but his sexual escapades are infamous on campus. Your muse has been forced to listen to his activities between the sheets not for the first time, and now they confront him about it. Could be annoyance or jealousy. Could be someone he goes to college with, someone who's supposed to make sure the hockey house stays in line (age gap is encouraged) or someone he knows off campus. Feel free to run as wild with ideas as you feel like.

It wasn't a secret that Ryan loved sex and that he was really good at fucking. No person he ever shared his bed with had complained, and he thrived on giving the person he lay with what their heart most desired. It wasn't his fault that they were loud and the walls were thin. So after kissing the last puck bunny goodbye, he made his way to the kitchen, greeted by their sour expression on this wonderful morning.

"I promise I wasn't the one to empty the orange juice this time around", he said, hands raised in defence, wondering what was bugging them this time around.

[fateofbrxs]

Playing chaperone to the hockey house wasn't all that Renée was told it would be. The little shits were far worse than when he was their age. Ryan, the blonde with a gorgeous chest and rear, was easily the worst. Renée only tolerated the boy due to his shockingly kind-hearted nature. He could see a lot of himself in the boy.

Renée shook his head from side to side while assessing the scantily clad boy. Those massive pectorals greeted him as Ryan stepped into the kitchen. "The orange juice is the least of your concerns." The black coffee he'd been sipping from was finally drained as he readied himself to continue this conversation. "I was told that you're expecting."

[aworldofplayers]

Renée was the guy to make sure a bunch of college boys weren't completely going rogue, living off campus and on their own, and Ryan liked him. He was a grown-up, and he acted like one, but he also allowed them to be college students, partying at times louder and harder than some others would allow them to because the older man knew that, at the end of the day, they would always put hockey first.

"Me? Expecting?", he chuckled a little, opening the fridge to get the notoriously empty bottle of orange juice out of the door before he took a swig straight from the bottle.

"I kinda doubt that that's in the cards. I'm kind of having the wrong equipment for that"

[ragtagrunaways]

Well damn what a picture to just... Be sent his way out of nowhere. Weight shifting back where he was sat on his desk, and quickly considering how best to answer before a smirk spread over his lips.

[text] You taking requests? gorgeous? [text] Because I definitely think those should be open in the next picture you send me.

[aworldofplayers]

Marius knew that he had to up his social media game if he wanted to go pro, and posting thirst traps seemed to be a legitimate way to gain followers quickly and farm engagement. So he organised a photoshoot with him and a few of the other hockey guys so they could invest in a proper photographer. That picture had looked too good not to send it straight to his boyfriend, so when Zeke answered with a message of his own, Marius chuckled, the tips of his ears turning a little red at the request.

Instead of fully going there, he decided to send Zeke another picture. One where he could tease him a little more than just showing more skin.

Text: Why don't you come over and pose me yourself?

Text: Maybe then you can figure out why opening my pants might not be a good idea for Insta pics.

[ragtagrunaways]

"Every inch of you is perfection, Ajay." A quiet murmur, having caught the other staring in to the mirror, clearly looking over some old scar, or wound, ro mark. He'd wited at first, but the words came far too easily from the king. Shifting his way in closer, adn closer, he was soon standing himself behind the knight. One hand reaching up, ecnouraging the other to lean down a little. Enough that he could peer over the other's shoulder in to the reflection. His hands then moving. Wrapping firmly around him to begin dragging both of his hands through the hair covering the other's chest, lips catching on his neck. "Have I not shown you enough appreciation to ease those concerns?" Another moment, before a smirk dragged across his lips before he could help himself.

"Should I show you just how beautiful you look in the throes of pleasure? Why I seek to give you every bit of affection, attention, and devotion you need?"

[aworldofplayers]

Ajay had grown accustomed to people trying to get into his king's good graces. What he hadn't expected was a delegation of diplomats with a man who had joined them for one reason and one reason only. To please the king in whatever way Eduardo's heart desired, and Ajay knew that his royal highness had repeated the vows, the translated version, yes, but not for a second had he given Ajay the feeling that he didn't mean it.

To the foreign court, it had to be reasonable. They knew the new king had a different kind of taste, and catering to him was paramount to keep his favour and, by extension, secure their survival, so why not have one of them bend over to satisfy the king's every whim?

And Ajay knew it was stupid and maybe even childish; that ugly feeling of jealousy that had been festering in his chest from the moment he laid eyes on the man who wanted to bewitch his king, but he couldn't help it. Standing here in the dimly lit chambers, he compared his skin, marred by scars of innumerable battles he had fought for the crown over the years, even decades, to what he had seen of the diplomat, the perfect smooth skin revealed by the little fabric that would barely qualify as clothing.

It was his king's voice that pulled him right back, his body melting against the other's touch, granting him access to his body and moving just the way his Layth desired.

"My lord...", he groaned, eyes rolling back as he leaned even more back against the other's chest. It seemed so tempting and easy. To just forget all the nasty voices in his head telling him that he would be replaced. That his king would have to choose at some point and marry for alliances or diplomatic deals, and Ajay would be replaced by someone else. But that day was not today, and so maybe for just an hour, his king could make him forget that what they shared had an expiration date and even if their souls were intertwined, reason might not agree with what their hearts truly desired.

"Please let me serve you"

[hcrrormovie]

" Tell me the truth. Tell me the fucking truth ! Did that bastard lay a fucking finger on you? " Tatum shouldn't be taking his frustration out on her. It is obvious that she has already gone through enough this evening that she doesn't need to be yelled at by him. " I am sorry, you don't deserve to be spoken to that way. I just... I will fucking kill the son of a bitch if he did anything to hurt you.

Open || Females 29+ Muse || Tatum Palmer

[aworldofplayers]

Growing up as the king's only daughter and the crown princess meant Morgane couldn't remember the last time she was just her own person and not the property of people who believed they had a right to every part of her because her name was Pendragon.

Being the Pendragon heir also meant that it was not that unlikely that people got handsy with her, from people kissing her cheek when she was a child, to people hugging her in the streets, to grown-ass men putting their hands where they did not belong. It had started as early as fourteen, when she was at a state dinner, and some diplomat told her how beautiful she was, looking just like her late mother.

Over the years, Morgane had learned to manage, to somehow make it through the moments of broken boundaries and inappropriate touches, and tonight was no different. It was a banquet; around the table were a lot of old men who ate delicious food and drank exquisite wine while making deals that would add up to billions. Morgane was perfectly aware that her father demanded her presence as eye candy and to make sure the man who wanted to become her fiancé was signing a lot of deals, spending money in the ventures of her father's friends.

She had breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that Tatum was not there. Still, she should have known that somehow he would get word, be it his father telling him about the great deals he made or some of his men who would surely gossip about the way her fiancé-to-be groped her ass and bragged about the way he would surely break her in two on their wedding night.

Little did he know her heart and body belonged to someone else. A truth she hadn't even told the man who was the object of her desire because, as much as her heart was beating for him, the future queen inside her knew that being with a commoner was not in the cards for her, especially not one who was the heir to a fucking criminal empire.

They were not meant to be, probably shouldn't even interact outside of these official meetings and yet here he was in her chambers in the middle of the night. A gesture that spoke of his own wrath, and after hours of playing pretend, even Morgane's patience was running thin. So when he spoke to her, his voice heavy with accusations, she snapped at the one person she considered her safe space.

"Even if he did, it doesn't fucking matter. You will not cause a diplomatic incident that will sabotage the contracts signed tonight, which would result in outright war just because a bratty child doesn't know where to keep his grabby little hands"

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