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basic info

full name — ram zain pithou

age — fifty years old

kingdom — nok

gender — male (he/him/his)

religion —follower of aznas

occupation — lord of house pithou; former heir to the throne (abdicated)

living arrangements — officially the cerulean castle in thornmore, but actually resides off the castle grounds

physical info

face claim — john abraham

hair — black / eyes — brown

height — six foot

clothing style — dark garments adorned in leather and furs

sexual preference — submissive-leaning bottom

personality & personal life

label — the raven

positive traits — wise, strong-willed, brave

negative traits — disaffected, obstinate, depressive

siblings — berik

#about — ram

rampithou

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Ram often liked to come to this spot because of its seclusion, a result of nobody but himself and one certain other knowing of it. Clearly a misjudgment on his part now, watching as Berik emerged from the brook just as he arrived.

“Berik,” Ram says simply, suddenly feeling a little self-conscious about his decision to come here today. “You seem... wet.”

rampithou

theunbrokenroyal:

“Thank you for stating out the obvious my brother Ram,” he replied as he stopped after getting so close to his brother and ran his hands through his hair before a sigh escaped his lips. “How are you doing? I am guessing you expected to be alone correct?”

Berik had a feeling that his brother needed space and so he had been giving his brother space. There were questions that Berik asked himself in relation to his brother, he always wanted to ask the other but he was always scared of opening up old wounds unsure if they have healed or not. “It’s always peaceful here. Helps one think and clear their mind.”

Ram rolls his eyes at that snide comment. Berik always knew exactly how to strike a nerve in the worst way; it was probably what made him better suited to the throne than Ram ever could be. “Clearly sarcasm is lost on you...”

“I am fine,” he responds, that rash tone of his indicating otherwise. “Yes, that’s why I planned to come here. For silence. Solitude... but I do not own this space, and you are just as entitled to come here as I am. What are you thinking about, then?”

#with — berik #thread — ram #theunbrokenroyal

naughtyindaylight

For thread history, see Source. For @rampithou

Even in what he presumed to be a nocturnal dream state, Ram could not deny that he’d fantasized about his nephew like this quite often, imagining how good the young man’s cock would feel in his ass, splitting him open from within, tapping that prostate on each powerful thrust...

His brother would hate to know he thought of his son like this. But that’s why taboos were so fun to indulge from time to time.

“You should have taken me right then and there—” Ram gasps, clenching his tight hole around its invader. “Should have taken and claimed me like the man you are, Bhav— fuck! Don’t you dare stop...

★ ✦ ✸ ★ ✦ ✸ ✦ ★ ✸ ✦ ★

"Oh, it's going to take a lot to get me to stop, Uncle" Bhav savors the word, thrilling at this taboo split wide like the older man's ass. Slowing down his pace, Bhav makes sure every long thrust goes in deep; hitting every sweet spot inside the older man. He can feel Ram's bared cock dragging across his sweat slick skin, oozing and dribbling precum against his abs. His father's brother was the messy fuck he liked the best.

"Yeah? Is that permission, sir? To just take what I want, to be the Pithou boy to claim his uncle? Bend you over and eat this ass, fuck this ass, until you spill messily all over whatever I've bent you over?" Bhav grins as he picks up his pace, the fat, blunt helmet of his thick cock tapping a rhtym against the man's prostate as he thrust. "Any...time...any...where...Uncle?"

rampithou

crownprincebhav:

“Oh, it’s going to take a lot to get me to stop, Uncle” Bhav savors the word, thrilling at this taboo split wide like the older man’s ass. Slowing down his pace, Bhav makes sure every long thrust goes in deep; hitting every sweet spot inside the older man. He can feel Ram’s bared cock dragging across his sweat slick skin, oozing and dribbling precum against his abs. His father’s brother was the messy fuck he liked the best.

“Yeah? Is that permission, sir? To just take what I want, to be the Pithou boy to claim his uncle? Bend you over and eat this ass, fuck this ass, until you spill messily all over whatever I’ve bent you over?” Bhav grins as he picks up his pace, the fat, blunt helmet of his thick cock tapping a rhtym against the man’s prostate as he thrust. “Any…time…any…where…Uncle?”

Ram knew Bhav well enough to believe him when he said he didn’t intend to stop fucking him like this, not nearly. His nephew always proved himself to be quite persistent and unrelenting in the pursuit of a stated goal; right now, his mission was to come inside Ram’s tight, muscular ass. And likely continue fucking him until they were both weakened husks by morning.

“Fuck—” is all Ram can respond with, whimpering and pathetic like a common whore, completely unbefitting of the man who was once meant to be king. His cock wildly oozed precum, rubbing into Bhav’s defined torso as they ground tigether in union, clenching around that astonishingly large pecker within him. “Enough talking... just fuck me... harder...”

#crownprincebhav #thread — ram #with — bhavan #tw: incest #cw: incest

crownedgauthier:

In their time of mourning, the beautiful city of Newgarde had received the visit of so many nobles and diplomats that Owen had lost count of them all. Luckily, their most important guests had been welcomed in his castle… And with the adoration Owen held for the Pithou family, he made sure to accomodate them all within the walls of his own home: Minas Grande.

Now, he did not expect to run into someone in the hallways after the funeral of his father, but what kind of host would he be if he turned a deaf ear to those who had so kindly come to visit during these trying times?

“Lord Pithou,” Owen greeted as politely as usual, stopping and shifting his body so he could properly face his companion. “Why, thank you. Even if you were not close to father, I appreciate that you took the time to travel all the way to Newgarde for this. I’m sure your kind words will prove to be true. I would give my life for this kingdom to flourish despite the storm that’s now coursing through our skies.”

A small pause as he gives the other a gentle look, a tired look. It was no secret that, if anyone had it hard in that moment, it was probably Owen himself.

“I was on my way to the kitchen to fetch a bottle of wine to enjoy by the gardens. Would you like to join me, my lord?”

Ram and the late Delesian king were obviously contemporaries of one another, given their close proximity in age and location within the continent, but it went without saying that the former fell out of regular communication with his fellow to-be-rulers once he’d forfeited his right to the throne. What reason would they have to be close? That was perhaps one thing Ram regretted about his decision; having a network of men he could rely on for at least a little bit of moral support.

But his choice was his and his alone. All he could do now was perhaps try to form a connection with the new, incoming king of Dele. Never know when some diplomacy could come in handy.

“You are very welcome, Prince Owen. I would not want to impose, but I would be honored to offer you my presence if it’s requested.....”

#with — owen #crownedgauthier #thread — ram

naughtyindaylight

Special Starter For @rampithou, based on (x), a dream

TW: incest (dreams of incest)

rampithou

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His brother would hate to know he thought of his son like this. But that’s why taboos were so fun to indulge from time to time.

#with — bhavan #crownprincebhav #thread — ram #tw: incest #cw: incest

divasofaladonia

For @rampithou who asked for 30A from this meme (still accepting)

What a thrill it was to have powerful men, both in social status and build, crumble before the warden like this. With Alistair getting a full view of lord like this, stripped of any clothing clothing with his back arched and presenting himself to Alistair like a prize. The younger man's hands gripping his hips as the half dressed mage continued to fuck the lord. Sometimes slow and deep, other times hard and fast - always changing, just to make sure the man could never get used to the sensations. The mage was determined to make sure the lord's eyes were glazed over and became consumed by the pleasure.

"Mmm, you know I might have to keep you like this. Wouldn't you like that, putty in my hands at all times?" He purred against his ear, nipping the lobe and letting his hand slide around the man's throat - body pressed to Ram's back as he continued to fuck him.

rampithou

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Ram couldn't help but scratch a certain itch that he often felt beneath his skin; a need to be thoroughly, utterly pounded out by another man, sometimes one he essentially dwarfed in size. Didn't need to be someone he knew. It was arguably better if they weren't acquainted. Sometimes all it took was one trip to a tavern —any tavern— to find someone for such a purpose. And tonight, he lucked out.

"Fuck—" the large, older man grunts as the warden pounds into him with (surprisingly) hard, deep strokes. "Stop talking— just fuck me...!" Ram cries, pushing his weight back to meet Alistair on each movement, his moans stifled by the firm hand around his neck, claiming him like he craved to be.

#divasofaladonia #with — alistair #thread — ram

@crownedgauthier

This whole situation in Dele was quite strange. Rarely did something of this magnitude happen in Aladonia; if a king could be murdered so plainly, what of any other royal in the land? Ram, admittedly, was likely not on anybody’s hit list, but as someone who was meant to be king, he couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of “what if?” about it. This could have been him, alas, in another life. A potentially better one than he lived now.

In any event, Ram sought out Owen after the official funeral service, looking to relate to him one-on-one. He wasn’t so good with words, especially not in this context, but what he lacked in tact, he made up for in earnestness.

“Prince Owen,” Ram begins, greeting the Delean royal. “My condolences to your father. I did not know him well, but in my brief experiences with him, he seemed to be quite the good man. I cannot imagine what you are feeling, but I know you will rise above it... you will be a good leader for your people. I cannot speak for Nok, but just know you’ve got our support however it is needed...”

#with — owen #crownedgauthier #thread — ram #starter — closed

furyful:

songs could be written about the wickedness in his smile as he entered the room; rey wasn’t known as a hound for a stoic or calm demeanor. his feet were on fire, as was the rest of him, as he made his way to where he knew the object of his desire would be. “you’re sadly mistaken, m'lord.” his characteristic loose-fitting shirt was gone in his way, as were any other fabric that once touched his skin.

he offered no other explanation besides his cock standing free and proud, awaiting a glance of the source of its strength. though he doubted there was much that could be accomplished by sitting with your eyes closed, he didn’t want to truly disturb the lord; he leaned back against the cold door, burning skin against adamant steel. “i’m afraid your attention is immediately required.”

Ram recognized the voice behind him. The master of ships from Dele. For someone who largely remained out of royal court, the would-be king seemed to know a lot about Aladonian society, and the people who led them. He also knew enough about Rey from hearsay and the occasional encounter that he was not one to be shy, bursting in here with a braggadocios demeanor and demanding his attention. Truthfully, Ram found it attractive.

“I did not realize you had jurisdiction over me, ship master,” Ram returns curtly, still not breaking his meditation. “Do you mean to find my brother? He is the one you would have business with, not me—”

#with — rey #furyful #thread — ram

@crownprincemax:

Prince Maxi wasn't one to deny himself something when he craved it and really, the sight of the other standing there as the water cascaded down that bare and beautiful body wasn't really worth trying to hold back that spark of desire that ran through him. Was it? What's the point of being the future King if you can't have a few indulgences from time to time. The prince himself was just as bare, his thick, impressive cock swinging between his legs as he stepped under the spray of water- two hands reaching up to push those wet, defiant curls out of his face. He made an attempt to hide his face or his body from the other- if the other knew he was, then it would be just as fun as if it didn't. There's a little smirk that runs over Maxi's face as he feels the other move into his space- into his own spacious shower the fancy brothel, bathhouse provides.

"And here I thought you might not work up the courage to join me." The future King drawled with that playful, sunshine smile on his face as he turned on his heel to face the other.

"But I am very, very glad you did." he praised as he dropped his back against those wet tiles as he dragged his eyes up and down the other's body again.

"Aren't you just quite the sight.."

You never know just who you’ll find in Aladonia’s various brothels. That was always the allure of them to Ram: the unknown, shady nature of it all. The thrill and excitement of stumbling upon a handsome hunk with an incredible body and —preferably— and even more stunning cock. But tonight it seemed he hit a rare jackpot. It wasn’t just anyone eyeing him up (and vice-versa) in the showers. It was a future king of Aladonia. People assumed he was so out of the loop as to not be current on the state of royals in other kingdoms; a falsehood. His reserved, outsider status actually meant he was quite aware of the world outside Nok.

Although Ram had a complicated relationship with the concept of kingdom —which was part of the reason why he gave up his own right to the throne all those years ago— that didn’t mean he opposed his fellow kings and would-be-kings. Far from it. Especially not when the Onderan crown prince had such a long, thick cock that practically made his mouth water...

No use in playing coy or shy. Ram was a man who knew what he wanted, and more importantly, how to get it. He saunters over to the younger man, not calling much attention to himself while doing so. Such was Ram’s inherent modesty, despite being born into such wealth and privilege.

“Courage is not something I’m lacking for,” Ram responds coolly, looking the other in the eyes with an expression of steely confidence. He wasn’t sure if the prince recognized him; years out of the spotlight meant that much of the younger generation failed to do so. Not that it mattered much to him either way. The anonymity would arguably help him feel more at ease.

“I presume you’re not just here for a quick shower, are you...?” he purrs, his sheer size doing a lot of the talking for him. “So what is it that you are looking for, then...?”

#thread — ram #with — max #crownprincemax

ofswordandcrowns:

The rider had to take a deep breath as it seemed that Ram had caught him, that no one had specifically requested the former heir, and he moved to bow slightly. “Forgive me, my lord… No one has officially requested for your presence, but ‘tis something that I am requesting to benefit not only your house’s image, but your brother’s as well.” He had hoped that Ram wouldn’t give him too much grief, that he would understand the validity of his wishes and why he wanted him to go there - if not for himself, but for the reputation of his house - because Magnus, truthfully, wasn’t going to try and force him to go.

He just knew that it would look better if he went.

“If it will make my lord feel better, I will stay by your side the entire time we are in Dele, if that is your wish,” Magnus offered, wondering if he could somehow make the deal a better one. “We can visit taverns, brothels, the lake… Whatever it is you may wish for, we will do. If it is your will, that is. All I ask is that you come back to Dele with me.”

Ram chuckles to himself. Of course his presence wasn’t specifically requested. Why would it be? He wasn’t the king, He denied that privilege many, many years ago, and he had no place to be bitter about it. But he never knew Magnus to be relenting or passive in his duty.

“I suppose I could get dressed for the occasion,” Ram sighs, clearly not ready for a funeral in his plain white tunic and black leather pants. He makes no effort to get up from his seat, though; he will prolong the experience as long as he can. Magnus’ inventive is enticing, though, even if it makes him feel less like a rider and more like a butler, or even a babysitter. Ram didn’t have much opportunity to exploit his royal lineage like this.

“May I ask you a question, Magnus? A personal one? I request nothing but your complete honest... I feel as though I’m entitled to at least that much from you.”

#thread — ram #with — magnus #ofswordandcrowns

shahrukhlove

“Cool, no? Throw a few seeds on the ground and the ants come crawling. A bank account here, a SIM card there…and here’s Pathaan, himself.” - PATHAAN (2023)

#face — ram

taniocanalo

[ fyi i’m gonna be gone for a week starting tomorrow so i apologize for barely getting anything started lmao, should be back on the 9th ]

#ooc — xs

theunbrokenroyal

Starter for @rampithou

The weather was beautiful and perfect. The king of Nok had decided to go for a ride, he needed some time to escape and think. He knew of his responsibilities and he took them very serious but sometimes he just needed an escaped. There was a spot that him and his older brother discovered, it was a place that they could always find each other when they needed to escaped and breath. He was not expecting his brother today. He laugh chuckling and smile as he walked out of the water.

Water slowly dripped down his body as it shined in the sunlight. He ran his hands through his wet hair and walked closer. "Ram, what a surprise. It's been awhile since we have been both here at the same time," he spoke his charming voice and smile as he got closer to his brother.

rampithou

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“Berik,” Ram says simply, suddenly feeling a little self-conscious about his decision to come here today. “You seem... wet.”

#with — berik #thread — ram #theunbrokenroyal

ofswordandcrowns:

Though the funeral had been held for the Delesian King, most of the royals and nobles of Aladonia had opted to stay in Dele until after the coronation of the next King - as they knew that they would have to make their way there again soon - the Nokian rider couldn’t help but note that there was one figure that didn’t seem to be present. And he could also hear that he wasn’t the only one to note the lack of presence of the other. Before anyone would whisper and wonder why the brother of the Nokian king had disappeared, Magnus knew he needed to speak with him. The last thing he wanted was for the reputation of House Pithou to get tarnished, to have the sovereigns he had served for decades to be sullied because of one’s selfish desires.

Well, more sullied than they had been since Ram had disgraced his family by stepping away from the crown that had been his by birthright, that is.

Part of Magnus had wanted to fly back to the Cerulean Castle, to feel the wind against his face and the clouds upon his skin as he became one with his dragon, but he knew it would take time to get Udriam out of the dragon stables in Dele and he wanted to bring Ram back to Dele before the gossiping would get out of hand. So, after visiting the stables and running his hand over Udriam’s snout, he whispered a quick “yth geou gethrisj for vi vihaga poktosh, si inglata” to the dragon - to which Udriam blew out a hot breath threw his nose, causing his hair to billow behind him. The rider informed the hands that he would be back later with some game that he wants them to feed the dragon, as Udriam is growing rather bored with sheep and goat, and they gave a quick nod and uttered thanks as he left.

Walking through the portal, he knew that he was practically signing a death wish when he realized just where the King’s brother was. Pushing the steel doors open, the rider could only lower his head in an apology as the man addressed the fact that he had entered during a time when he was trying to find peace and calm. “My apologies, my lord,” Magnus started - it had been hard shifting from ‘your grace’ to ‘my lord’ after Ram had stepped down, but he had pushed past it and it was almost second nature now. “But your presence, or lack thereof, was beginning to be noticed by the gossiping crones of Dele. I came to see if I could escort you back, if only so that the royal family of Dele does not take this as disrespect.”

Pausing, the dragon rider took another step forward. “Please, my lord…” You’ve tarnished the Pithou name enough, haven’t you? “Do not make me come back empty-handed.”

It wasn’t exactly an unusual occurrence for Ram to lose track of his duties as a member of the royal family, even if he gave up the title of king long, long ago and was otherwise considered redundant. Once a royal, always a royal...

Magnus clearly did not forget this.

He doesn’t turn around to face Magnus. “Was that today?” he returns drolly, having not actually forgotten the RVSP and merely saying it to tease the rider. Ram knew Magnus his entire life. Literally. The more Ram aged, however, Magnus remained exactly as Ram remembered him as a child. He used to be Ram’s glorified babysitter, but now... he wasn’t quite sure what they were.

“Do the Gauthiers actually request my presence, or is it an arbitrary request to have me there...?”

#thread — ram #with — magnus #ofswordandcrowns

open to: anyone! location: a private meditation chamber in the cerulean castle

Ram didn’t consider himself devoutly religious beyond his baseline belief in Aznas the Strong. His father really hammered dogma into him as a youth and he resented it, so once he became king himself, he swore he’d never insist on pushing any of the Gods into the lives of his children... or at least, back when he believed he would become king and have children of his own. Those days were long gone now.

But even still, he did feel a longing to meditate at least once a week, which he did in solitude and away from peering eyes in this private chamber of the castle. He may have not been king, but a Pithou was a Pithou, thusly granting him access to most rooms in their royal residence. A special one reserved solely for meditating, he’d been told by his father. Nobody ever bothered him here; he may as well have been up in the mountains completely alone when he came here. Or at least, usually.

Ram hears the giant steel door behind him creak open, but he does not address the interruption or even so much as glance his head backwards to face it. His eyes remain closed, peering into his inner self as he sits on the cold tile floor, trying to remain in his state of zen despite the other person.