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ruby • 20s • bi • woc • she/her • please ask to tag if there's any triggers!

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monsterfucking

slashers

mild horror

(NSFW) gifs + text

a lot of fics...

#📌#ruby rambles #please don't reblog!!#mobile about

1ittlet0yy

i really really need to be held down and used like a fleshlight

monster-toy

Have me ride you while youre playing games with your friends. You dont try to hide it, theyre pretty used to it by now, hearing your moans as i rode you. Until one of them asks to see. With a grin you turn your webcam on, yanking my shirt up to show off my tits bouncing. A collective groan comes from your friends as you grab my hips and thrust into me. All i can do is hold on and moan as you rail into, my tits bouncing everywhere. You put your headset on me so i can hear your friends jerk themselves off to you bouncing me in your dick, theyre all telling me how hot i am, how good my tits look, how they cant wait to rail my tight little pussy. I moan and egg them one, playing with my tits and rubbing my clit for them until i cum all over your dick, clenching down hard you. You stand us up and toss me into your chair before pounding away at me. When you cum you fill my pussy and point the webcam at it so your friends cans see your cum leaking out of me.

gauntlyt

my princess only lets me take my gloves off for her. at all other times I must wear them, saving my flesh for her eyes and touch alone. I feel near to naked even with only my leather when my gauntlets are off, lest I am sequestered with her, and even (or especially) then, to feel revealed in that way is maddening.

"these," she tells me, trailing a delicate fingertip along the ridged hinge of my gauntlet's knuckle, "are the hands of the kingdom, the deliverers of god's will."

then she slowly unbinds and releases me from them, a task so unbecoming of her own silk-soft hands, the duty of a squire carried out by her highness—and with such grace, such unhurried dally, as if she is savouring me.

"and these," she tells me, holding up my hands laid bare in her own warm palms, the only touch that skin knows and that which I have known no comparable hunger for, she says, "are mine."

sceptixfakemon

fun little commission :]

armoured-strap

royal ordering their knight to fuck an heir into them. can anyone hear me? i said royal ordering their knight to fuck an heir into them

but-a-licentious-prince

Consider overstimulating the prince. Perhaps with your hand. Perhaps with your mouth. Perhaps with your body, either inside him or taking him inside you.

Consider drawing it out. He’s given you permission to deny him his release until you say so. Work him slowly with a consistent pace until his gaze is fuzzy and he can’t string together a sentence.

Consider doing both. After an hour of teasing and bringing him right up to the edge only to leave him there, finally let him fall over it, and then drag him further beyond. The same consistent pace that once brought him pleasure now sends sparks shooting up his spine. His body will squirm in your hands, unsure whether it wants to lean into the sensation or run from it. He will say “please” but not even he knows what he’s asking for. More? Less? He can’t think through the haze, the only thing he knows is your touch and his trembling legs.

Minors and ageless blogs will be blocked.

faefemfair

what if i was a jester and you were a knight, and you snuck into my chambers to hatefuck over what I said about your liege

knightclubbing

sometimes i draw images

blanchebees

Tasting his treasure

Tip jar

ghostlyspecimen

ordering my chaste, loyal, virtuous knight to fuck me senseless, effectively making him choose which vow he'll break: his vow to always follow my commands and serve me, or his vow of chastity

prince4knights

knights should let me touch their swords because I'm curious about the craftsmanship, and definitely not so I can flirt using thinly veiled sheath-themed euphemisms

kiddo-princess

king x prince where it gets impossible for the rest of their court to ignore.

the two of them are hardly ever apart, they’ve even started sharing the same bedchamber…

king has begun insisting on prince attending every strategy meeting, but it’s become increasingly obvious that the king only wants his son there so he can use the boy as a cute cockwarmer.

servants have begun to spread rumors about hearing the prince’s soft gasps and the king’s gruff growls from behind closed doors well after the meetings ended. though no one would be surprised to find out the rumors were true.