Banshee

[sluttyame]

Turning my own vibrator on and off while masturbating is fun but I really wish someone else was in control of it, imagine I’m just gaming and they decide to put it on min making me stop playing and instead message them asking if they can put it higher, or ! Them putting it on max and not turning it off for three hours and a copious amount of messages from me begging them to stop it because it became too much after the first hour :3

[sluttyame]

Someone pin me down and ram their dick into me please, don’t listen to me if I say stop or that it hurts. Maybe even tie me up so you can do other stuff with your hands

[sluttyame]

Im gonna send a r*pe threat in your dm and send you a picture of daddy’s thick cock so you can see how much you’re gonna stretch when I force you to take it

Please do

[sluttyame]

Maybe I just need to tie myself to a random tree and share my location so I can get used and abused by strangers

[sluttyame]

Original Lovense suggester here! The Lush 4 (basically the Lovense vibrator) retails for about $120USD on their official site and more on unofficial ones. It’s still a big purchase though.

I wish you luck on getting it! While it’s worth it I’d prefer it be lower priority thing to get compared to necessities ofc. Maybe you could try setting up a Throne or Kofi for donations, or just a part-time job.

(P.S. Make sure that you’re doing it safely if you’re using it on the job)

Yeah it’s definitely not on the top of my priority list right now! I have thought about opening a kofi before, but I’m not sure it would be worth it. Mostly because I don’t know if anyone would be willing to give me their money just so I can spend it on a vibrator lol

And I will make sure to be safe with it dw!

[boylurer]

Knightkinktober week 1: blades <3

inspired by @gauntlyt , full on my AO3 soon

Oh to have a pretty man bleeding at my feet.. sigh.

To finally notice someone so flawlessly beautiful at my royal court, maybe it's a foreign knight who only knows my name and banner, maybe a noble I already had my eyes on for a while. Someone who's been distracting me from my duties for a while, to the point when I can't take it anymore.

He's clueless, of course he is. Who wouldn't want the attention of their lord, after all? But such bravery to taunt me in public has to be rewarded properly. All his teasing glances, the eye contact kept just a second too long but for everyone to see.. he's playing a dangerous game, with a man who doesn't need restraint. It's entertaining when someone forgets how powerless they truly are, when they think something as useless as court etiquette will shield them, that my attention is safe at best and teasing at worst... Now it's his turn to find out that is not the case.

A handsome man, all alone and begging for attention is an interesting guest, might as well give him that publicly like he strives for. In a moment he's grabbed and thrown at my feet, still not fully understanding his situation. I let him wipe his split lip with a groan, my eyes fixed on the small droplets of blood on his hand. I slowly draw my sword and tilt his chin up with the tip, relishing in the control he's given me - without knowing first. He slowly realizes what he got himself into, shivering under my intense gaze and feeling the cold metal of my blade way too close to his throat. If he's so eager to entertain me, now here's his chance. He feels more and more eyes on him by the second, my guests wondering what he could've done to be humiliated for like this, but he's held steady by my guards and I don't seem to mind the curious glances. I slowly tap the tip of my sword to his cheek, and despite his best efforts to break out of the hold he remains kneeling at my feet. He feels the steel along his cheek, the warmth of his blood running down his face as his lord, known by more than title and banner now, carefully carves his initials into his face.

[brattyotherbr]

Prince who can’t take his full coterie of knights with him to school and so is overwhelmed by their hungry touch when he’s back for the winter break

[lustylexicon]

He's a little spoiled, the prince – the type who's good at basically everything he tries, who looks down his nose at those who don't, can't excel as easily as he does. (That's how he ended up in this relationship with his knights to begin with. Pushed a few too many buttons, got what was coming to him, and liked it enough to arrange a few more incidents before his knights caught him in burly grip and informed him there was no need to beat around the bush when they could all see how much he liked getting passed around between them.) It's a school for teaching young leaders-to-be, a multilateral project to gather all the world's best scholars in one place to ensure no wars are fought over which kingdom's royalty get the best education; even here, the prince excels, easily passing his classes and turning his nose up at the jealous whispers which follow him after the announcement of class scores.

(Old habits die hard.)

The students here largely keep to themselves, accustomed to commanding all the attention in a room and unpracticed with making genuine connections, which doesn't exactly help the prince's nonexistent social life. He doesn't need one, really, he's above such things, but... but he misses the easy camaraderie of the knights, the way they'll brashly knock each other's shoulders as they pass by or collect him into beefcake hugs. He's achy and needy for all the sex he isn't getting, but the touch starvation is worse – he keeps wrapping his own elbows around himself, leaning into his own hand when he combs his hair out, nuzzling in every time his chin accidentally brushes his own shoulder, and it's embarrassing as all hell. So he's a little on edge, a little snappish, when a teacher insists he take on the worst student in the class for personal tutoring, but... A prince is gracious. He accepts.

His new student is very bad at being a princess. Doesn't seem like she's even trying – they get into fights often, him demanding she do the work if she's going to make him waste his time on her, her calling him a stuck-up smartass and refusing. But once these fights get physical... oh, it's exactly the release the prince has been craving. And it makes her open up, too – apparently she doesn't want to be a princess at all, and is furious her parents sent her to boarding school instead of letting her be a knight.

The prince seizes his opportunity. Tells her he'll make her his squire... but that means she has to do everything he says.

Having a pet squire isn't the same as a whole squadron of knights at his beck and call (or wrestling him to the floor, roughly stripping his pants and shoving hands and cocks in every hole in reach), but she's a quick study. ...And much more evenly matched to him in a fight. Those can go either way, though the prince has been losing more and more frequently as his squire takes suggestions from the letters he's passed on from his guards. He's not sure whether or not he regrets making the introductions, but... alright, fine, she isn't a terrible top.

When she sends him home for winter break, it's with a sealed letter of instructions to his knights, which he's been ordered not to read, and a simple chain she picked out for him around his neck. The fact that it looks like just a necklace, can be hidden down his shirt, is the only thing keeping the prince from reddening at every gaze that lands on him. Maybe, if he's lucky, his knights won't know what it means, either.

(He steps shyly into the barracks, and one of them hooks a finger under it and tugs with a leer the prince feels even through the helmet. So much for that – she must have told them. It's obvious they all know it's a collar.)

[catboycrack]

"Gauntlets were designed to protect a knights hands during battle" WRONG. Gauntlets were designed to stretch a prince's soft hole while their royal guard fingers them.

[robobrat]

i do think there's something quite intimate about dressing in the pelts that my knight has personally hunted, retrieved, and prepared for me. to pull furs closer around me and wrap myself so literally in his protection... to cloak myself in the spoils of his labor – to send the message of our mutual favor to the entire court...

[princely-manufactured-boy]

more princes should wear massive skirts with layers of petticoats not only because it's regal but also because you can hide your knight under there and have him suck you off while you're in royal meetings

[sir-big-bass-knight-of-ur-mum]

Fun fact, those knights in the hallway? Yeah you can just take them to your bedroom. It’s a little know part of their contract that all knights are free use to anyone in the castle, you can take as many of them at a time as you want!!!!

[boylurer]

It's perfectly heterosexual to tell another knight you'll sell him to a brothel if he keeps whimpering like that during a duel... right?

[ser-lark]

i get quite bored without anything to do during peacetimes, my liege. won’t you give me something to do? some task to fulfill day after day?

bring me to your rooms; tell me i ought to be there each night at the same hour, hold me to it with the same severity you do when we are at camp. tell me i’m to go to my knees, at the side of your bed or in front of your chair, have me worship you with my tongue, my battlefield one of pleasure now, rather than pain. i do not relish in hurting others, though of course i do because you ask it of me, but this i would delight in…

bury your hands in my hair, pull at it, command me with the same tone you always have used. i swear on my life i can be useful in this way, too; i can be anything you need me to be, anytime you need it. however you want me, you can have me, i only beg of you not to let me go to waste. every part of me belongs to you; this includes my mind and soul. i beg you, let me prove myself, over and over and over. you will not be disappointed.

[brattyotherbr]

Previous

The prince sinks deeper into the mattress, momentarily wordless and shaking from the third orgasm the knight has wrung from him since he locked the door this evening.

This is not an easy lesson: pleasure can be used to bring pain and pain can be something he craves.

Though, by now he has forgotten the shame such a lesson can bring. He blinks back more tears.

The knight stands over his bed, silent and unmoving. The prince wishes for more touch, or less. But he wishes for the knight to be closer…

“What have we learned?” he asks in his own time. The prince swallows, wide eyed.

“If I speak out of turn you shall beat me black and blue and I shall like it more than you,” he slurs. He still can’t resist saying the wrong thing, particularly when prompted.

“What else?”

Mild irritation lances through the prince’s haze of arousal. This part of the game has grown tiresome.

“That I have had better teachers than thee, sir knight. That I yet learn very little,” he responds with a flutter of his eyelashes.

The knight tilts his head, unreadable as always.

Then he pulls a knife from his belt and holds it against the prince’s neck, suddenly covering him with his whole body.

Well, this is new, the prince thinks dully, but gasps when he feels the blade cut. Or, it is very old.

“Wrong. Try again.”

“You have taught me that begging doesn’t work,” the prince whispers. “So I will not beg.”

“Good.”

He doesn’t remove the blade. The prince tries to think but it is hard; the knight is far quieter than he usually is. The prince is beginning to feel as he did in the hold of that other castle, with no prospect of escape and no pleasure at being kept captive.

“I…” he starts, and whimpers when a firm hand is placed over his mouth.

“Your father bade me preserve any last words you might have,” the knight says. “This is not a game. Not a joke.”

The prince shakes his head, meeting the knight’s eyes. The hand is removed.

“Took you long enough,” the prince says. “I had almost thought you an honest man.”

He still doesn’t know how to say the right thing and he sees that this was always to be his downfall. He closes his eyes and waits for the push of the knife.

But loyalty, a bare blade upon his neck, does not budge.

[mando-forgive-me]

I’m just craving low key kink activity lately. Hanging out in lingerie and a collar. Doing shibari just to chill on the couch. Getting lazily teased and played with and petted while watching a movie. Casual hair pulling and mild domination. Just put me on my knees and let me lean against you for a little while.

[leyspin]

CASUAL KINK MY BELOVED

[pixseabait]

At your service 💕

A cute little drink cart tie with @knottydevil

[ariose-ambrose]

Super into the damsel in distress concept lately, like a clever royal tumbling into a trap and struggling, initially confident that they’ll be out of their bonds in no time at all, only to slowly realize that they can’t escape like they usually do, being addressed in ways that take all the power out of their titles, sickeningly sweet “your Highness”s and “your Majesty”s, gentle care taken to corrupting them, piece by piece, and mindless delight as their thoughts drip from their lips like honey