ā single and not looking for anything serious, but love to flirt with mutuals (asks/dms are fine!)
fauxcest/fem/sub sideblog: @kiddoprince
limits + nsft + sfw interests etc. under the cut
PSA: I am very neurodivergent though I typically can mask, but if I ever do something that makes you uncomfortable, please just tell me so I avoid making the mistake again. making me guess what I did wrong is bad for both of us, I canāt magically read your mind, especially in messages. I tend to panic when I say/do something wrong. everyone has different boundaries/limits, which is something I tend to forget and am working on.
askā¦: clit, bitch/bitchboy (depends on context, who u are, and such)
NO: boy-prefixed (boycunt, boypussy, etc), boobs, tiddies, bitch and that sort
limits
any masc titles/pet names or whatever are fine, unless I tell you otherwise, please do not use anything feminine unless given permission
as much as I like to chat, my social battery is unpredictable and im not your boyfriend, so im setting more limits on dms. -> mutuals get priority, and PLEASE donāt message me just to send a āhiā or āhow are youā
sfw interests
music: favs are depeche mode, ghost, sisters of mercy, deftones, system of a down, car seat headrest, neutral milk hotel, siouxsie and the banshees, the smiths and my chemical romance (who I might reblog stuff about!!)
movies and tv: x-files, better call saul, trying to get into more anime, but main fav is jjk. star wars + clone wars is my main fandom/shipping presence, and agents of shield if the fandom wasnāt dead ,, trust if i see you reblog something im also into i will let you know
i like to play and draw (if anyone wants to exchange drawings of ocs/art.. hi im here)
Iāve always wanted to get a custom wax seal press with my initials. Something simple, but bringing that extra joy to sending letters
That, and when I have a sweet pet all tied up and gagged, skin exposed as I drip dark candle wax across their body. The hot flashes of pain and pleasure, the solidifying drips of wax down their body. And I sit above them, making them watch as I stamp my initials into each pool of wax slowly burning. I have to claim whatās mine, donāt I?
reunited with my lord at last. bathed, dressed in his colors, fed with both the food of his table and the fruit of his thighs, chest muscles groped, dry humped from here clean to heaven and back. grateful knight signing off x
Iām planning to try and talk to my parents about going on T soon, but Iām not sure the best way to break it to them. Iām thinking that writing a letter will be the best option? If I try to verbalize everything I will cry.
Any advice for anyone who has done something similar? For background, my parents have been aware (yet ignore) that I am trans for the past 3 years. I still live at home and Iāve discussed going on T with them before briefly but they said they wanted to do āfamily counselingā so everyone could talk about their concerns⦠they wonāt kick me out, but they seem to be very against the idea of me starting hrt.
I will have a job in the fall semester (yay! also why Iāve been less active) so Iāll have a source of income if they choose not to help me pay for it.
Itās late into the night, but the prince is yet to snuff out his candles. They flicker warm light onto skin covered in a light sheen of sweat. His brows are drawn as he works his hand on his body. The night has not treated him kindly, you see. He had simply wished to relieve himself before lying down, but that was over an hour ago. He whines openly, too tired to hide his noises as his back arches against the sheets. He can feel himself getting closer and closer, but it just never happens. Tears prick in the corners of his eyes and he groans in frustration. It seems his own hand simply wonāt do the job tonight.
āGuard?ā he calls out, lamenting how desirous it lands upon his own ears.
The knight enters immediately, thanking the heavens to be allowed to gaze upon the princeās visage in such a state. As it is, he lies with one arm thrown over his face, the other hand lying limp against the sheets, and a flush traveling from the tips of his ears down his chest. The knight swallows hard at the sight between the princeās legs. He could hear his liege from beyond the door, but to see, in the flesh, just how worked up the man is⦠why it makes his head swim.
āI need your assistance, Sir Knight.ā The prince readjusts himself to the edge of his bed, legs parted and hanging off the side. He props himself up on an elbow, looking at his knight with hazy desperation. āI require the touch of another, else my satisfaction will elude me until daybreak.ā
The knight gets to work right away, shucking his gauntlets and removing his helmet, and dropping to his knees before his prince, his delight. The knightās hands hesitate for a moment as he remembers his oath. Can he willingly defile the kingās son? His charge? Can he truly place unworthy hands upon such pristine flesh? ā¦..could he live with himself if he doesnāt?
The prince grows tired of waiting, scooting himself that much closer with a soft whine. The candlelight glistens off of his sensitive flesh, which gives off a delicious aroma of his natural scent mixed with the oil he keeps in his bedside table. Hesitating then no longer, the knight reaches out and gently strokes his hand along the outside of his princeās thigh, holding him steady before diving in.
The princeās sleepy eyes fly open as this trusted knightās tongue sets upon him. Throaty moans fall from his mouth as his hands grip the sheets below. After how long heās spent trying to get himself off, every caress and lick sends jolts of lightning up and down his spine. Itās too much for him, but he needs it. Tears flow down his cheeks even as he draws his legs up unconsciously, crossing his ankles behind the guardās head. At hearing the royalās choked sob, the knight attempts to lift his head and check on him.
āNo!ā the prince cries, reaching down to thread his fingers into his knightās hair and pull him back down. āContinue. You must continue, thatās an order,ā āhe drops his own head back against the sheetsā āplease, you must, you must~ā
And his knight does just that. For several more minutes, the pleasure and pressure builds. His entire body jolts and his legs shake from the overstimulation. Finally, with his thighs clamped around his dearest knightās head and his hand thatās never seen a day of hard labor pulling a fistās worth of the guardsmanās hair, the prince crashes over the threshold that has escaped him for so long. It hits him with all the intensity of a charging bear, making him cry out breathlessly as he nearly suffocates his paramour.
In the end, he lies utterly spent on his sullied royal sheets, bleary eyed and twitching as the tear tracks begin to dry.
its literally so important to let your pillow princess think hes the one in control of the situation while youre manhandling him into whatever position you want
when the prince summons his favored knight to his bedchamber, knight can only guess what will followā¦
a script and audio made for the handsome @sir-good-boy !!
Contains: [D/s] [power imbalance] [lots of teasing] [prince is a huge (kinda mean) brat] [pet play] [āgood boy, pup/puppyā] [only listener genital term: cock] [a few vague jerk off instructions (go, stop, continue) but not a full blown JOI] [no listener or speaker orgasm]
i feel like there's a lot of potential with a royal and a knight and the poor squire they're toying with. dom x their sub x their sub's sub. do you see the vision.
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