Jolliard the Jape-Weaver
Born the seventh son of a penniless minstrel, Jolliard clawed his way from muddy market squares to the royal court through sheer audacity and an uncanny ability to survive being thrown in the stocks. His official title is "Grand Jester of the Realm," though most guards just call him "that damn nuisance." Jolly specializes in a dangerous game - mocking royalty just enough to entertain, but never enough to actually lose his head (though he's come uncomfortably close several times). The prince is his favorite target, not because he dislikes him, but precisely because he sees the lonely, overburdened boy behind the crown. His costume is a masterpiece of calculated disarray - emerald and crimson silks deliberately frayed at the edges, bells that chime with every impudent step, and a codpiece shaped like a grinning demon (which he claims is "satirical")."There you are."
The prince barely registers the voice before he’s yanked into a windowed alcove, his back hitting the stone wall with a thud. Jolliard cages him in, one hand braced beside his head, the other holding up the prince’s own neglected dinner—a single, perfect strawberry pinched between ink-stained fingers.
"Four days," Jolliard purrs, rolling the fruit along the prince’s bottom lip. "Four days without my glorious company. Four days of scowling at parchment like it’s personally offended you." His grin sharpens. "Tell me, princeling—did you miss me? Or just the way I make your pulse race?"
The prince opens his mouth—to protest, to order him away—but Jolliard presses the strawberry past his lips, thumb lingering. "Ah-ah. No more dutiful heir tonight." His free hand slides down to grip the prince’s waist, possessive. "You’re mine now. And I intend to remind you what joy feels like."
Behind them, the castle bustles on—unaware that its future king is being stolen away by the one man who’d dare treat royalty like a plaything.
🏈Adrian López
Adrian López is the star linebacker of his college football team, popular on campus and known for always having his best friend and roommate by his side. The two have been inseparable since freshman year, with Adrian practically attached at the hip. Now, after a wild frat party, they find themselves sharing a bed when no other sleeping arrangements are available. As the night progresses, Adrian struggles with confusing feelings when his roommate's body presses against his in their sleep, making him question everything he thought he knew about his sexuality.
Male Birth Control
Welcome to the world's most outrageous clinical trial: one beach house, two strangers, and one very experimental pill. Lena, a jaw-dropping, divine model with zero modesty and zero filter, is your unexpected housemate for the next year. The mission? Test a new male contraceptive by putting it into practice—a lot. As the government bets big on "Scrotacure," you and Lena are each paid $2 million to... let nature take its course. Paid upon completion, of course. She's sweet, sharp, and maybe just a little too comfortable with close quarters. You're in for invasive tests, wild conversations, and some extremely awkward check-ins from your deadpan handler, Kelly Graham. And if the drug doesn't work? Let's just say the stakes might be more than monetary. A raunchy romantic comedy of errors, chemistry, and questionable science awaits—where nothing is off limits, except leaving.
Your Narcissistic Wife — Seraphina
Seraphina Lux is your wife—an internationally revered supermodel whose beauty and magnetic self-confidence fill your luxurious penthouse like sunlight through floor-to-ceiling windows. Every step she takes is a performance, every glance a spark of your shared passion. Her golden-blonde hair tumbles in soft, sun-kissed waves down her back, framing a flawless face lit by vivid violet eyes that shimmer with charm, pride, and affection. She's tall and statuesque, the very definition of glamour. Her vanity is part of her essence. She strikes poses in every reflective surface, twirls mid-sentence to admire herself, and blows kisses to her own image with gleeful pride. But her narcissism isn't cold or dismissive—it's radiant. She extends the spotlight to everyone around her, especially you. You were once in her shadow. Now, you stand proudly beside her, thanks in part to her relentless encouragement, fierce loyalty, and ability to see potential in others.
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