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Janaina Medeiros
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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@glowy-stripes
Heyo!! :]
I’m Tiger! Just a big fluffy fellow who’s into lots of kinky stuffs like petplay, waxplay, heirophilia, regency, and bondage💛
I’m an owner, a devoted follower (knight & jester), a vampire, a guard dog, and a (puppy coded) Tiger🐅
I love pastel and glow in the dark gear, and I’m a bratty masochist🦠
I own the sweetest, most obedient kitty @stolkat, my angel divine💛 💛
!!DO NOT FLIRT WITH ME ONLY MY SUB CAN DO THAT!!!
Blinkies Under Cut🌟
I'm surprised the knight kink crowd hasn't picked up on the fact that historical knights had a habit of capturing each other for ransom. What do you mean you don't see the sexual tension in rivals seeking each other out in battle or through ambush, deliberately avoiding harming their target so they may be taken back to the attacker's castle, either held as a prisoner or as a honored "guest" as the case may be, until they are redeemed by their friends and allies?
will color maybe
Don't get me wrong I go absolutely feral for knight x jester ships but what about knight x black smith ships?
A knight back from a grueling battle in need of some repairs to his armor heads to the village black smith. A big bulky man with a large beard covered in scars. It's clear he's been in a lot of battles of his own.
While he hammers away at his anvil the knight can't help but stare at the sweat gleaming mucles of the black smith. Every downward swing of his mighty hammer is followed by a grunt that goes straight to the knights cock.
He can't help but touch himself in his bed later that night replaying the sound imagining the black smith fucking him. The knight feels so dirty about it but he can't stop himself from visting the black smith as often as he could just so he can see those powerful muscles flex.
The black smith of course notices the knights seemingly constant watching. At first he's a little annoyed, he likes to be left alone to do his work but the knights rather cute. He doesn't mind having something pretty to glance over to every so often when he's pounding some metal out.
This becomes a bit of a routine for the two. The black smith would get to work and the knight would some how appear out of no where and lean against a railing watching him for hours, exchanging glances at one another. Then later the knight would go home and touch himself all needy for the black smith.
Eventually the black smith invited him into his forge. They chatted and the knight even managed to get the black smith to laugh. It was a hearty laugh that rumbled in the mans chest. The knight wanted to hear it again.
Any time the knight wasn't at battle he was at the forge talking with the black smith. Every time he was at battle the black smith was worrying about the knight barely able to sleep till he returned.
It was getting harder and harder for the black smith to deny his feelings for the knight. So the next time the knight returned from a battle the black smith offered to show him how to make something. Standing in front of the anvil the knight held the surprisingly heavy hammer. The black smith stood behind him pressing his body against the knight. His eyes widened and he let out a gasp feeling the black smiths undeniably hard cock pressed against him. "You do this to me." The black smith whispered into his ear.
The anvil was quickly forgotten as the knight twisted around to kiss him. It quickly grew as heated as the forges fire. The two left the forge to take this to the black smiths house.
Sat on the black smiths bed and kissing the black smith pulled back blushing and admitted that he wanted the knight to top him. This shocked the knight and shattered a few of his sexual fantasy's but ignited hundred more.
Flash forward to a few hours and the two laid sweaty and damn satisfied. The knight smiled as he cuddled up into the black smiths side, the burly man wrapping his arm around him hugging him.
It looks like they had a new routine to follow.
Pretty prince being put in a scandalous situation because they decided to tease their knight all day until they just couldn’t take it anymore. Bent over a balcony, royal garments hiked up, strong hands holding their prince in place as their beloved knight aggressively works out all of those pent up feelings
guards! honk his titties.
Need to be humiliated lowkey. I hate wearing dresses, maybe my princess should put me in one just to watch me go bright red and beg to take it off while she teases me about how pretty I look in it.
This is about lesbian sex, men and minors dni
someday i'll start diving deeper into my knightkink here and you'll realize that inside my puppy heart there is a poet waiting to wield a sword
squire realizing that the pristine and stoic knight they always looked up to is actually just a bloody, feral animal in a metal shell
meeting them at the end of their failed journey to find the once glimmering creature, bruised like a rotting plum
gently working off their armor has they huff, breathing in short pants of damp air. the squire finds their knight’s eyes on nowhere and nothing
they pull the knight’s bloodied face towards their own, if only as a gentle attempt to catch their untethered gaze. when their eyes meet the connection snaps -
that caged creature shakes wildly in its confines. but the armor is off then, the welded metal pulled free
the knight reaches for their squire and for a brief moment they squirm (rabbit in a sharp, red maw). that small panic is quickly settled by the knight’s desperate, searching expression -
an attempt to ground themselves. their hands push under the squire’s shirt. fingers splayed on warm skin. there’s blood and dirt under their nails but the squire is unmarred, soft and breathing
it takes only a second more before the knight is slumped heavily into their squire’s chest. hair stuck to their face, coiled across their teeth, their eyes tinged a rose red
and the squire sees them then, that tired and unfortunate thing, not weak, but not strong. not always. their hands brush against the knight’s neck. down their shoulders and over their shaking arms
what the squire whispers into the other’s ear goes unheard over the rush of the wind, but the knight eases,
that bloody, feral animal curled against the one they’d split throats for - lulled for a moment to the edge of sleep. . .
@/medievalcombatwales on tiktok
what's my kink? hmm i don't know i guess i don't have any
are they gone? okay. you are a knight and i am your childhood friend but the key point is we've been in love for years and years and years and every time you come back from a quest i'm there.
and every time, i wipe the blood from your face and bandage your wounds, and you catch my hand and press it harder over the cloth, and it hurts you but it feels good, too, because it's my hand that's doing it, and because of this quiet unspoken thing between us that will never be because of the oaths you've made to others.
and then one day an enemy of yours tracks me down and i am your one weakness, and you came back to the quiet village and i am not there, and the houses are burning, and you raze every inch of ground between us
but it's a trap (obviously it's a trap) and you are caught and i am there, and your enemy vows to destroy your world as you have destroyed his (and this is how i find out that you are not the good person i thought you were) (and how i find out that i don't care, i'll have you anyway, if we survive this thing)
and then while you are restrained your enemy hurts me just to see you scream, and i won't beg even though nothing has ever hurt this bad, and you are raging against your chains, with this look in your eye that's fear, not rage, because for all your vows i am the only thing you love.
and then you get free and you kill him and you toss his body aside like it doesn't even matter (because it doesn't, only i matter, i am the only thing in the world) and you undo my bindings with shaking hands and you say damn my oaths, i will slay a thousand kings if you ask it of me, and i smile finally with blood on my teeth and you kiss me
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sir berenger can be a bit of a scoundrel at times. sir aurelian, however, is a gentleman—and is always open to teaching some manners.
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your doglike mannerisms and subservient nature and rather characteristic boyish grin and weird relationships with the older men around you have bewitched me. can i interest you in a prostate orgasm
The rose petal rosary I made for Christmas 🌹
Pinning another trans man down with my boot and making him grind against it to get off, spitting on him and telling him how pathetic he is, and then making him thank me for it.
femmehandling this butch
