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@mydearestknight
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27, sub/bottom grey-sexual trans guy with an urge to practice smut writing. one shots short to long will be posted here.
this content is 18+, please dni if you're a minor or don't have any age listed on your profile.
(trans) mlm will be posted only.
my partner and I fucked on the couch for the first time a few days ago. came out of the shower and surprised him, only wearing a robe.
the look of surprise on his face while riding him because it felt so good for him made me drip, holy shit.
I love being a slut for him sometimes.
a few weeks ago, my partner and I got high and laid in bed. he was scrolling on his phone and i was just chilling next to him when i felt the urge to just do some oral stuff.
so i asked him without any indication of wanting to do sexual stuff beforehand "can i give you a blowjob?". he seemed a bit flustered at first, but nodded and i pulled down his trousers to do so. it ended in really good sex.
two nights ago, we were ready to go to sleep and he told me that ^this^ was the hottest thing someone has done for him in a really long time and that the thought alone made him hard again. so i asked once more "can i give you a blowjob?" and proceeded to take off his underwear.
he said it was the best blowjob he's ever gotten and fucked my brains out afterwards. to say i was a mess is an understatement.
Prince whimpers into the kiss as knight lets his hands wander over his naked body. His rough fingers feel the goosebumps on the prince's soft and sensitive skin and he cherishes the noises the other makes.
While his fingers rub over prince's wetness, he opens his eyes to see the other's expression, brows furrowed, chest heaving. Their kiss breaks when prince moans, but knight doesn't stop his finger's movements.
When prince's hips move in the same rhythm as knight's fingers, he chuckles and kisses the sensitive skin on the other's neck, drawing out a sharp gasp and moan. "I want to devour you," knight rasps and kisses his way down to prince's wetness.
His tongue and fingers make prince's legs shake, his moans and whimpers become louder and more desperate. But knight takes his time, he cherishes every second of it like it's his last.
Knight lies down under the tree and sees the branches dance and rustle in the wind. The only sound a little louder than the wind are prince's sighs and knight's own soft grunts as prince rides him slowly and carefully.
His hands lie heavy on prince's delicate hips that move in a steady rhythm, thumbs stroking both skin and fabric. Prince's tunic is the only thing keeping knight from the view that will never cease to take his breath.
Prince bows down to kiss knight, the latter realising that these lips are sweeter than the apples dangling above them. Sweeter than the honey made by the bees buzzing around them, their sounds drowned out by their love making.
Knight bites the lip that kisses him, showing how desperate he is, but prince does not oblige and keeps his pace steady and slow. So knight is patient, not wanting to ruin the sweetness of this moment... there will be another time to fuck his prince senseless.
If you're still taking prompts, then a stressed out king getting fucked by his advisor, who knows everything about him, and knows exactly how to take him apart and make him relax.
King's head is full. Full with his duties, his people's expectations and his own worries. He loves his people, he is charitable and caring, and the people love him for that. But even king needs breaks every now and then, forgets to take them, however.
"A King as young as yourself shouldn't overwork himself so early into his career," his advisor mutters close to his ear, standing right behind him, and makes king jump a little. "See? You didn't even hear me coming," he adds and lets his hands wander over king's arms.
A sigh escapes king's lips, his tired eyes flutter closed as he relaxes against the touch. "It's been some time, since you came undone under my hands. How about you take a break?" The words are sweet and luring, but king shakes his head.
"I need to finish this first," king breathes as his advisor's hands travel from his arms over his chest and down to his trousers. King feels the grin against his neck, lips kissing his sensitive skin as one hand already makes its way inside his undergarments.
"Hm? Your body tells a completely different story, Your Royal Highness." Advisor's chuckle tickles against his skin, a moan escapes king's lips, as the other's fingers circle over his clit and wet hole. The hand travels further, a finger enters.
"If you don't want to leave your desk, I have to take you here." Words-promising and sweet as honey. Fingers- teasing and addicting. But advisor removes his fingers and pulls back the chair king is sitting on, grabbing him by his chin, a thumb entering between his lips.
"That's it. That is the look I want to see in your eyes. Don't stress yourself out even more. Let me take care of your thoughts for a while." King finds himself on the table, lying on his back, while advisor eats him out, holding his shaky thighs in place.
A finger enters, fucks him slowly and makes his head spin. His duties are forgotten right now and king grabs advisors collar to pull him up, his mouth wet and glistening. No words are needed, his eyes already beg to be fucked.
Because advisor knows exactly what he has to do. Knows every button to push, every word to say to make king melt in his hands. As he enters king's hole, both shudder and gasp in anticipation. Advisor stays still for a moment and looks at king, who feels himself relax.
"Just like that, my king." He rolls his hips for the first time and king's head falls back. "Let me empty your head," advisor moans close to his ear and starts moving, slow strokes at first that make king impatient, just like everytime they do this.
Advisor starts fucking him faster, hands steadying him on the table as king's head goes empty from his duties, his people and his responsibilities, fills itself with pleasure and lust instead. All he can feel is advisor, all he can hear is their moans and the sounds of their love-making.
I would love a small role reversal. The knight, known for disobeying the wishes of the king for that of his prince, being verbally berated and warned that his insolance could have him removed from his post, or even the castle. The knight is shaken and worry creeps in. The prince reassures him that he would not let it happen. There cannot be one without the other.
Words crash down on him as hard as punches. He'd actually prefer the king to beat him, rather than berate him in this matter. He is to obey his king, not to question his very commands and to fulfill his wishes. But he doesn't - he never does. Because there is an instance in his life higher than his king.
Prince has been and always will be the only person to have command over him. To have him in his hands. He is the only one to have so much power over him that knight doesn't even question his very intent, both inside and outside of their shared bed ...
The king's words leave a bitter taste on his tongue, leave him numb and empty because there is an ultimatum - obey him or be removed from this castle, and thus, from his prince. Shaken by this interaction, knight is allowed to leave. He is lost in thought and anxious - how will he ever be able to obey the king?
When prince appears out of nowhere, knight clenches his teeth, but takes the hand that the other offers him. Knight is lead towards the chamber he knows so well, is pushed down on the bed that has become his for almost every night.
"I won't let him. My father has no say in this," prince states rather matter-of-factly and lets his possessive side shine through. His eyes soften when he looks at knight and a smile tugs at his lips. "Do not worry, my love. I have always held my word, haven't I? I won't let him take you away from me."
Prince climbs on top of knight, who feels his warmth and weight on him, which finally assures and makes him less anxious. His worries become less when prince kisses him softly, hands ghosting over his clothes, creeping beneath it.
The other's fingers know exactly where to touch and how to do so, know every spot that makes knight shiver and moan. He allows himself to believe his prince, believe his every word which is now underlined with kisses, tickling fingers that play with his nipples and make him hard.
Underlined by the growing erection in his trousers, against which his prince rubs himself and the growing wetness. Both are out of their clothes faster than he realises, and prince's lips and tongue work his cock with possessiveness and love.
"I- I want you," knight chokes out as his hands stroke and grab fist fulls of prince's hair, who shows no signs of stopping. Just before knight is about to cum does prince remove himself from his cock and climbs back on top of him. Knight's head is full of his prince, his worries gone.
"Obey me, my love," prince purrs and softly grabs his chin to lift his head, their eyes meeting. "No one will ever be able to separate us, do not worry." As he lets himself sink on knight's cock, prince bites his lip. "And now fuck me like you mean it."
the youngest prince who isn't used to being spoiled, becomes the favorite of another royal from a different kingdom
It all began with subtle glances whenever they met. The king is younger than they all expected, from a kingdom far away. But he is interested in their realm - for political reasons. The youngest prince, however, can't help but notice the king's eyes on him.
A weird feeling. So much attention, so many subtle smiles and soft nods in his direction. Prince finds himself touch himself at night, thinking of the king, his broad shoulders and fine skin ... His hands on his waist, having his way with him. An imagination so intoxicating.
What started as glances develops into more. The young king starts talking to him, leaves him presents despite the prince's older siblings being more important than him. Being used to this kind of treatment. Prince doesn't know what to think of it. How to react.
But it makes him fall for the king even harder. He wants more of his attention, more than the glances and short conversations. One night, the king talks to him, touches his hand as he apologises for being called to the prince's father. The touch tingles on his skin for hours.
More. He wants more.
But how does he ask for it? Is he even worthy of even more attention?
"I want you to follow me," the king mutters one night, straight into his ear, so he can feel his breath tickling his skin. Prince does, he follows the king into his chamber, who closes the door behind them, locking everyone else and reality out of this small space.
The king spoils him with the best meal he has ever had. Fine wine from his own realm, sweet and smooth. He is happy about the clothes prince is wearing, a gift a few weeks back. Prince doesn't want to wear anything else, imagining the fine fabrics to smell like the king.
Holding out his hand, the king waits for the prince to take it and leads him to the bed, fingers ghosting over buttons and laces. Prince just nods while looking into the king's eyes, who grins at him and starts undressing him, carefully and patient.
Prince finds himself beneath the king, drunk with lust, as he kisses his skin, makes his way down to his wetness where he starts licking and sucking his clit. One finger enters him, then another. He doesn't even know what exactly happens, just that he is going crazy.
"Cum for me," the king coos before he continues sucking him off and prince does as he is told, holding back a choked moan as his legs start shaking. "The night is long, my dear prince. I want to hear you. Let me help you tear down those walls you hide behind ..."
The king worships him that night, moves inside him with long and slow strokes until prince can't take it anymore, begging to be fucked. And the king fulfills his every wish, even that of taking him with him once he leaves for his own realm again.
I think my therapist would agree if I told them that the only way of getting rid of this depressive phase by now is to get my brains fucked out.
New posts might take a few days, stress and I walk hand in hand towards the next day without realising the passage of time.
What would I give for a make out session, though. Anyone having soft or lewd nsfw thoughts they want to share? I have two more prompts to answer, but always open for more <3
-j
Prompt: body worship involving top scars?
Knight's fingers ghost over the exposed skin underneath him, but Prince's shirt still covers his chest, a secret well-kept since the beginning. They have slept with each other more than once by now, but never completely undressed.
Knight is determined to change that tonight.
His fingers move under the shirt, tracing the skin that's been hidden everytime they got so close. But he wants more. Wants to be closer. Prince's soft whimper makes him stop and look down at him, kissing him on the lips.
"What is wrong, handsome?", he asks with a smirk and kisses his way down the other's throat. A shiver indicates it has the effect he wants it to have, and his hands start wandering over his skin again.
"My prince, my beautiful prince," knight growls and kisses his stomach, lips wandering up inch by inch. "There's nothing in this world that could make you less perfect to me. Show it to me. Show me everything."
Careful hands remove the rest of the fabric, showing two beautiful scars on his chest. Prince tries to cover them with his arms, face averted. But knight puts his fingers under prince's chin to make him look up.
"Nothing could make you less beautiful." He pushes prince back on the mattress, tongue tracing the scars and the sensitive skin around it, making the other moan in response. Knight traces a finger over the wetness between prince's legs, smirking.
"You seem to enjoy it. Sensitive, are we?" He kisses the scars, licks the nipple, softly sucking on it, all while prince squirms underneath him. Knight starts fingering him, worshipping every inch of the now completely exposed body.
He might do this forever.
For your prompt question: A prince getting embarrassed and humiliated and feeling worthless, and their knight praising them till they believe what they're saying
Or, the opposite, where the prince is the model of perfection, and the knight takes them apart and degrades them and says that they're the only one who knows what the prince really wants
Prince bites the inside of his cheek and keeps his eyes trained on his hands that are folded on the table. His father's voice ... no, the king's voice is heard through the entire hall, spitting words of humiliation in his direction.
Because prince is worthless.
Because he is not like his perfect brothers.
He tastes blood on his tongue once he is allowed to leave, walking into his room, ignoring the footsteps that are following him. Knight hasn't left his side, despite the king ordering him to. But knight said he only listens to prince, who has no ambitions to tell the other to leave him alone. He is too busy thinking.
"Your highness?"
Prince looks up from his hands, snapping out of it. He doesn't remember getting into his room, but he doesn't care. The closed and locked door helps him to relax again. At least a little bit. With his clenched jaw, prince looks up at knight who kneels in front of him, reaching out his hand for prince to take it.
Knight kisses the hand softly, stroking a thumb over the soft skin. When he looks up, their eyes meet and he reaches out his hand, placing his thumb on prince's lips, touching them ever so slightly. He gets up, facing the other - faces only inches apart.
"To me, you are perfect, your highness," he mutters and closes their distance again to place his lips on prince's.
"To me, you are worth more than any person in this palace. Any person in this land." His fingers trace his arms up and down, lips moving down towards the other's neck. He can see prince shudder under his touch and smiles to himself.
"Let me show you, how serious I am about this," he continues and starts stripping prince out of his garments, taking his time to cherish the moment, button for button, lace for lace. The two of them are in their undergarments moments later, prince lying on his back. Knight takes his time to kiss and touch every inch of the other's body, muttering sweet nothings until he starts praising him.
"Not only your body is perfect, your highness. Your sharp mind and tongue are the reason I fell for you so fast," he breathes and licks the sensitive skin on the other's neck. His nose takes in his scent, making his head spin. "Do you believe me?"
He looks down at prince, eyes only half-open and filled with lust. A nod indicates his answer, but knight doesn't want to stop just yet.
"Your strong will ... compassion. Oh, and that little sound you just made," knight continues with a little chuckle and softly bites prince's ear. "The way you come undone beneath me when we share a bed ..." His fingers make their way under the undergarments after tracing the shaky thighs, now almost touching the wetness greeting him.
"You are perfect to me, your highness. I won't let you forget that. Not this night nor any other night. My prince, allow me to take your thoughts away."
Dearest readers
anyone interested in sharing their prompts with me? need some inspiration for writing more stuff.
my asks are open!
-j
to those who sent me prompts and ideas - thank you very much! they will be written and scheduled in a few days time.
my inbox is still open if any of you are interested in sending me requests / prompts, you can still do that!
-j
Dearest readers
anyone interested in sharing their prompts with me? need some inspiration for writing more stuff.
my asks are open!
-j
Knight grabs a shaky thigh with his free hand while eating prince out, fingering him with his other hand. Prince hiccups, moans and buries his fingers in knight's short hair. As he sucks off his clit, he gets a sharp moan in return, the legs around him shake and squish him a little.
He just loves the non-verbal responses his prince gives him. He feels the goosebumps under his rough hands, the shaky legs that press themselves against him.
Prince is exactly where he wants him to be, his head empty of his duties, full of knight and pleasure instead.
A disappointed moan makes him look up when he stops and removes his fingers. "Getting impatient, are we?", he asks with a smirk and starts kissing prince's stomach, moving upwards inch by inch.
"M-more," prince whines and causes knight to shudder just by how much he wants him. He kisses and sucks at prince's neck, his fingers circling over his clit teasingly.
"Say that again," he almost growls and moves his head to look prince in the eyes.
"I want more."
Knight kisses prince on his soft lips, lets him taste his own wetness and enters a finger. "You shall receive what you ask for, your Highness."
His kisses move back down to prince's dripping wetness, cherishing every sound and response he gets.
Knight looks up when prince softly bites the finger he placed in his mouth, a tingling sensation making him shudder in response. He likes this feeling, he realises and bows down to kiss prince's neck again, gaining a sharp inhale as a response. Prince grinds his hips against his knight's, the friction already enough to make them moan.
They are fully clothed.
The bed and sheets disheveled.
Prince bites down on the finger, softly sucking it. A soft moan escapes knight's lips and he looks down at prince, whose lids are half closed, but won't hide the lust in his eyes.
"Getting cocky, hm? You like biting me?"
Prince nods his head and accepts a second finger, softly biting and sucking. Knight starts biting the sensitive and soft skin on the others neck, both getting lost in the sensations as knight's free hand wanders down his prince's body, finding their way under his trousers and undergarments - to be met with wetness and greeted by a soft moan.
"Turn around."
Knight helps prince turn on his stomach and gets rid of the fabric between them. Before he enters him, he gently forces his index finger between prince's lips, who immediately bites down. He never knew that something so small would turn him on so much, but knight doesn't lose any more time to push his throbbing cock inside with a moan.
Prince looks over at his knight, whose eyes immediately lock with his. Everyone else at the table is too busy talking to notice it. To notice prince swallowing hard and forcing himself to concentrate on what is being spoken... The lusting eyes were everything prince needed to suddenly feel aroused.
When the council is finally over, the knight follows prince to his chambers as usual, but takes his time, stopping, holding prince in place several times - To make sure he is safe because, after all, there are so many strangers in the palace today. And they shouldn't risk it, shouldn't they?
"Why are you so urgent going back to your chambers, my prince? Don't you want me to keep you safe from every possible harm?", knight asks with a knowing grin, a hand placed on prince's butt teasingly. The hand wanders and wanders, fingers suddenly tracing prince's cunt over his trousers, already wet and waiting.
A sharp inhale indicates that knight is getting exactly what he wants and the taller man closes the distance between their faces, placing his lips on the other's. "I could take you right here, my prince. I already made sure we are alone here", he breathes and prince shudders at the breath against his neck.
The knight's fingers make their way inside the trousers, touching the wetness without fabric in between. Tracing circles on the clit that make prince moan softly. Soft lips kiss prince's neck as he fingers him, pressed against a wall. Prince is too drunk with lust and pleasure to struggle against the taller frame or to protest.
Shaky hands grab the knight, pressing him against himself and moving his hips in the same rhythm as the knight's fingers. "So desperate to cum?", the knight asks and enters another finger which makes prince's head spin.
This won't be the last time prince is fucked against the wall.