Sir Romeo

I’ve been meaning to try my hand at this horny blog thing. If you know me from my other accounts no you don’t <3 I’m 19. No minors.

[princeromeo]

I’ll make a proper pinned post later but here’s a rushed one for now.

Romeo. He/him. 18. Gay.

I’m new around here but I’m sure I’ll figure it out. This blog is gonna be mostly focused on knight/royalty and other adjacent kinks for the time being but I can’t promise it’ll always stay that way, and I’ll definitely post/rb other stuff here at times, tho I’ll try to tag things.

This is an explicitly kinky blog don’t interact if that’s not for you ❤️

[starlling-writes]

Knight x Royal!Reader (genders unspecified)

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It is your wedding day. Servants buzz around you, getting you ready for the ceremony. Your eyes catch mine in the mirror. I know you're not looking forward to today—for a number of reasons—but this is the life of royalty.

The worst part about this particular arranged marriage is that your future-spouse's kingdom is one that follows a... particular tradition. A tradition of witnessing the consummation of the royal newlyweds. While they insisted on keeping this tradition, you managed to negotiate that only three witnesses be allowed in the room: the required High Priestess, and a personal guard, each, for you and your betrothed.

All day, I am here close to you, grounding you with a glance whenever you need. Especially when the night comes...

The bedroom is a fair size, chairs lining the side walls that will go unused. A grand, poster bed sits in the middle, with panels of gauzy sheers billowing to the floor. Candles light the room just enough. The High Priestess is already in her chair near the bed, and I take my position off to one side. There is a gap in the sheers that allows me a perfect view of you as you mechanically undress and get on the bed alongside your new spouse.

My gaze does not yield from you. And I can tell you're purposely not looking at me. I wonder... is it from not wanting to be rude to your spouse, or are you trying not to think about how this is the first time I get to see you fully bared?

I wait patiently as you two begin. Finally, your head falls to the side and you look at me. My eyes ensnare you, the hunger in them unfettered. I dip my chin and my thumb starts to circle the pommel of my sword. The motion catches your attention and your gaze shifts down to my hand. Round and round, I alternate between rolling small circles on just the tip, to long drags around the widest flare of the pommel. Your eyes finally start dilating with desire—no thanks to the dispassioned fucking from your spouse. Tilting my sword more upright, the pommel slides into my palm and I begin stoking two fingers along the grip. I've teased you like this in the presence of others before, but the current circumstances allow me to be more bold with the motions.

And more bold I am.

I begin rolling my hips forward and back. It's a careful fight to exaggerate the motion while not rattling any of my armor. I lick then bite my lower lip. Come for me, I mouth to you. Whether you understand or not, only you could say. A moan finally escapes your lips, no doubt from imaging and wishing I was the one on the bed with you. Your spouse pauses for the briefest moment, then continues with some vigor—finally—thinking themself the cause of your expression of lust. But we know the truth.

Once the High Priestess declares you two properly united, she completes the ritual by washing down your and your spouse's nethers and draping plush robes around your shoulders, then exits. Your spouse looks at you, clears their throat, then bids you goodnight. They leave with their knight. You stand there bemused.

"This way, Your Highness," I tell you and lead you out the room. You adjust your robe and follow me. I take you to a room—your room—and unlock the door.

You enter and slowly take everything in. "And where exactly have you brought me?"

"To your personal, private rooms, Your Highness." You stop your observing and look straight at me, eyebrows raised in question. With a smirk growing on my face, I close the door behind me and lock it. "Were you not informed? You and your wedded keep separate quarters."

Your expression grows expectant. Eyes darting to the locked door before quickly skating down my body until they lock on my hands because I've begun removing my sword and armor. Your hands curl and fist into your robe. Your lips part, and I know the question that's reluctant to leave them.

"No one will disturb you until morning, Your Highness." I take great pleasure in watching your reaction as I pull my tunic over my head. I've long been the only one you fantasize about, though our respective positions forbade anything from happening beyond burning gazes and discreet, suggestive actions. But now that you've consummated your marriage, the devil of your royal celibacy before marriage is no longer a detail to be honored. "Now... get on your bed and let me show you how to get properly fucked, Your Highness."

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[gothangelsinnerrr]

The tarot cards said we should fuck.

[iwhoneverbelievedinwar]

shoutout to devotion so deep it borders on heresy/treason, has to be one of my favorite types of relationship

[dickedandloaded]

"Cum inside me!" you cry out, your voice echoing in the club bathroom. The man who's fucking you - a stranger you met on the dance floor - is all too happy to oblige. He thrusts in and out, in and out, faster and faster, reaching one hand around to rub your clit as you moan in pleasure. You both climax at the same time, his cock pulsing inside you as your pussy clenches around it, drawing his seed deeper into your fertile womb. After a moment he pulls out, tucks himself back into his pants, and walks out without another word. You shakily pull up your panties, pull down your skirt, and totter back out to the dance floor for another round. You drink and dance and fuck the night away; by the time you call a taxi, you're barely able to stand upright.

The next day you wake up with a nasty hangover and blurry memories of the night before. You might have had sex with someone - maybe multiple someones - but you're not sure. You reach a hand down to feel your pussy, which is still wet from your own arousal. However, when you pull your hand back up to inspect it, there's no sign of any cum. Maybe all those strangers who finished inside you were just a dream?

Unbeknownst to you, those strangers were very real - and your womb has taken in every single drop of their cum.

The next week, you do it all again. And the next week. And the week after that.

A month later, you realize your period is late. You've never been that regular, though, so it's probably not a big deal.

Two months later, you're starting to gain weight, but it seems to be only focused around your lower abdomen. You'll just try to cut down on carbs and work out a bit more.

Then, about four months later, your belly seems to grow into a very familiar curve almost overnight. You stare at your reflection in the mirror, rubbing your hands up and down your belly, almost unable to process what you're seeing.

You are, undeniably, pregnant. You have no way of knowing who the other parent is, and at this point you have no choice but to carry to term. You will be forced to watch your belly grow big and round and heavy, feel the baby kick and squirm inside you, knowing that the person who did this to you could be almost anyone.

For some reason, this sends a thrill of excitement through your whole body.

[slut-posting]

what if there were breeding clubs people could go to when they got the urge to breed or be bred. just show up on the night you ovulate and have as much unprotected sex as you want

they could range from small intimate parties where you might only fuck one person (so you know who knocked you up) to anonymous orgies and gangbangs where you don't even see half of the people who squirt a load into your pussy

afterwards everyone who attended on a specific night can join a group chat and everyone who got bred takes a test on the same day. the chat is filled with photos of positive tests and eventually photos of growing bellies

[undekaying-deactivated20240629]

A trope that gets to me: 'guard dog' character and their partner who are both fully aware of it and honestly don't care/kind of like it. Someone says "call your guard dog off" and their partner does call them off. That person, their 'guard dog', is someone who is unreservedly, irrefutably loyal to them. Someone undoubtedly dangerous who is willing to kill, to maim, to obey, simply because of their love for one another. There's no manipulation involved— it is loyalty, brutal, dogged loyalty. And it goes both ways.

[boucicaut]

[basicbascinet]

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?

[quiet-inquiries]

Imagining a knight going to confession and telling the handsome priest all their sins, watching through the grate as his face turns pink hearing of all the debauchery the knight has gotten up to behind closed doors.

His hands tremble hearing of how the knights reach their hands down each other's braies before bed some evenings, feeling the slick skin beneath their hands.

And they grab his robes till they turn white when he hears tales of pretty lasses who are made to cry out in dark recesses, careless of who might hear.

He should be stern and discourage such behaviour. But he can't help but feel a funny feeling in his stomach when he sees the knight approach for absolution.

He begins to suspect some details are added just to torment him, but it wouldn't be proper to ask further for clarification. It would be too difficult to cover the way his breath catches in his throat.

When they line up to receive the host during Mass, he can't help but meet the eyes of the knight who opens his mouth and lets his tongue lie flat to receive it. And if he squeaks when he receives a sly wink, he would deny it to the end of his days.

[orcaking]

Wishing you all a get more hairy and naked summer <3

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[crossedblade]

Knight that is only let out of its cage for battle. Knight that can't be trusted with sparring, who kills training partners and competitors. Who learned to do violence too well, who has lost the ability to temper it. It doesn't do it out of malice, it simply does not know how to do anything else.

[crossedblade]

Knights with body modifications, please.

Knight with a house crest carved into their backs. An order where all members have their tongues pierced with a jewel that burns should they lie. Body modifications that are not even possible outside of fantasy.

[justaddpoisontomilk2]

[kisseswitharsenic]

Cuck kink going off. I just really wanna seduce two parts of a loving couple, fuck them both separately in the bed they share. Be their dirty little secret from each other until they're both so besotted with me they're both ready to run away with me.

And then I'll reveal their betrayal and make them have nasty hate sex in front of me. The one who finishes last is the one I'll fuck for the next week while the other stays denied and can only watch.

Keep resetting it until I get bored and move onto the next couple to destroy.

[papayajuan2019]

one day, i hope to be moved from your downloads folder into somewhere more deliberate

[notelizabethbutmaybe2]

Did you know that instead of doing the list of things you need to do that you can have orgasms alone in your room?