🥀🧵Sammy Doll🧵🥀

🏳️‍⚧️{He/Him} {20}

[prismatica-the-strange]

Yours to Serve | To Ease Your Ache

Warnings: 18+, smut, oral (fem receiving), fingering, dubcon, age gap

A Knight can only take so long being in love with his charge before he must worship her.

Word Count: 1.6k

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The maid hadn't meant to spill tea all over his lady's dress, a simple slip of her fingers, but that doesn't seem to stop Avin from grabbing the poor girl's wrist and wrenching her away.

"Avin!" Miri gasps quickly standing and gripping his shoulder, "Stop that! No harm was done! Let the poor dear go."

Like the obedient dog he is, he releases the handmaid who looks quite near to fainting, he watches with narrowed eyes as she helps calm the girl and send her off to gather herself in her own quarters.

"That was completely uncalled for!" She hisses at her guard, scolding him for barking at her darling hand maid, "You scared the poor girl half to death!"

"She could have burned you!"

"And jerking her away would have stopped the water from being hot?" She snaps back. It has been a long time since she was last mad at him, and his armor is suddenly feeling much more stuffy than normal, his cock aching in its confines.

"I... suppose not," He grumbles. He steps forward, his gloved hand tracing along her bodice, "Your dress."

"Oh, damn my dress!-"

"You'll catch a chill." His voice is firm, and he holds out his hand, "You must change, I will not have you taking ill."

She follows him, mouth agape as he guides her toward her chambers, his large hand pressed to the small of her back. He dismisses the guards stationed outside her rooms, closing the door behind them.

He stands beside the partition, his back to her, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword, brow furrowing when he ears her curse, "Is something wrong, Princess."

"I..." She hesitates, but with her handmaid not around, "I cannot... My dress, the laces..."

Right, the laces. He clears his throat, and glances over his shoulder, "May I assist you?"

"Could you?" She asks hopefully. He turns to find her back to him, her hair pulled aside for him.

He reaches for the ties before realizing the struggle he might face, fumbling with such delicate things in his cumbersome gauntlets. He carefully removes them, setting them aside.

His fingers are deft as he loosens the laces, warm as they brush along her skin as the fabric begins to fall away.

"Thank you, ser" She moves to step away, but his hands continue to glide across her skin. Normally, he would not deign to be so bold, to touch her so openly, but he cannot seem to help himself, "Ser?

"Allow me to help you," He murmurs, sliding his fingers beneath the hem of her gown, pulling it from her quickly heating skin.

"Avin, you needn't-"

"Hush now, I want to help you." He argues, his gaze wandering when her dress falls away to reveal her small clothes and corset, which barely covers her breasts, "You're trembling, Princess. Are you cold?"

"No, I..." She turns to meet eye, bashful, but not untrusting. He adores that about her, her complete trust in him, and he would hate to see that shattered.

"Come," His arms slowly wind around her waist, his beard catching in her soft, soft hair. "I will warm you... If you'll allow me, my lady?"

The way she willingly allows him to guide her to the bed fills him with a mix of protectiveness and lust he never thought possible. He sits on the foot of the bed, pulling her into his lap, watching her hand splay across his chest plate. She's so sweet. Innocent and naive to the ways most men would treat her in such a position. He wishes to keep her that way, always, even after he takes her her virtue as he has so often dreamt of.

"I feel... strange." She breathes and he gently strokes her cheek.

"Where, sweet thing?" His voice feels deeper than usual, yet softer as his lips brush against her skin. His hand trails down, lower and lower until he cups her mound through her small clothes, "Here?"

She whimpers and nods as his fingers, sure in their movement, press against the spot between her thighs that makes her breath hitch.

"Oh dear," He teases at the flush of her cheeks, "Would you like me to take care of this, my lady?"

"Avin." She whines, grasping at arm, flustered and rather confused by the feeling coming from lower region, but she trusts him to care for her, "P-please."

He near comes undone at her words, a groan escaping him. He presses a heated kiss to her temple, barely able to contain himself, "As you wish."

And so, she finds herself laid out upon her bed, watching him- she's never seen him outside his armor before, and yet, here he is shedding it, piece by piece, for her eyes alone. Once he is down to his simple tunic and trousers, he lowers himself to his knees by the foot of the bed.

His hands gently part her thighs, now bare, murmuring a soft command, "Let me see."

Her cunt is pink and weeping, glistening for him alone. He knows he should feel shame for his actions, but it is difficult to feel little else but adoration now, staring at her most private of places.

"My poor lady," His voice laced with lust as he traces along the outside of her lips, "Does it ache terribly? Allow me to make it all better for you..."

She gasps when he leans in and presses a long and yearning kiss against her clit, her legs closing of their own volition.

He allows her to squeeze him, his eyes turning up to watch her as he lavishes her cunt with broad licks and fevered suckles.

"W-what? What is- hah!" She moans, already trembling and near orgasm, innocent to the ways of sex and pleasure. He only pulls away when he hears a touch of fear in her voice, his hand stroking her thigh to comfort her.

"It is pleasure, Princess." He explains, "Pure and unabated, there is no need to be frightened, I would never do anything to harm you."

She nods, her body quivering as her peak, so within reach, begins to ebb away, leaving her oddly breathless and needing.

"P-Please," She begs, her hand reaching for him, "Please, dear knight."

He mouths at her thigh, his fingers finding her throbbing entrance and gently pushing inside, quickly finding that place inside her that causes her hips to buck and stars to cloud her vision.

"There it is," He chuckles, kissing her pretty pink clit again, "There would be the cause of all this worry."

He massages that spot, taking her clit in his mouth, and any worry of treason leaves his mind when her breath hitches and her pussy flutters and clamps around her fingers. He would risk his head and more to feel her cum for him again, knowing that he is the only man alive to have the singular honor of giving her such pleasure.

When her thighs finally release him, he climbs over her, kissing his way up her hip and over her corset as he does.

"Are you well, my lady?" He breathes, his greying beard soaked in her slick and arousal. He wishes to kiss her lips, but would never dare ruin the experience for her with the mess. "Was I able to... ease your ache?"

"I-I think so." She pants, unable to get a deep enough breath with her corset restricting her chest.

"Here," He carefully slips his hands beneath her, working to loosen the laces of her corset, "Allow me."

He supports her as he sits her up, and removes the contraption, revealing the soft planes of her stomach and her perfect, pink nipples, already hardened- he cannot stop himself from taking one in his mouth, making her gasp again. He then remembers himself and pulls back, his voice indescribably soft, "Did I hurt you, Princess?"

"No, ser. How..." Her flush creeps down her neck, "How did you... you know... know, how to...?"

He chuckles at her innocence, his fingers brushing through her hair, "It is my job to keep you safe and satisfied, my lady. I would not be a fit knight nor protector if I could not accommodate your every need."

Something in the rasp of his voice and gentle caresses makes the feeling begin to creep back in, "A-and if it returns."

He barks out a laugh, a sound she's rarely heard from him in his years by her side, and she suddenly feels foolish.

"Does she yearn for me already?" He grins, his smile making both her heart and cunt flutter, "I am yours to command, Princess, you need only say the word."

"Can... can you please touch me there again?" She asks, looking up at him with those big, innocent blue eyes of hers, as if asking him to tie her shoe for her. She has no idea how tight she has made his trousers from the simple question.

He wishes to take her, to fuck her properly, show her just how deeply his love for her is, but he knows better than that, he would never risk her reputation in such a way by possibly leaving her with child. It is a privilege enough to be allowed the taste of her, he would not put such an honor in peril with greed.

So, instead, he will bring her to ecstasy again and again with his battle-worn hands and blunt tongue, until, sensitive and satiated, she begs him for respite.

Her eyes have long since become glassy with exhaustion, and she urges him to lay with her so she may gather her sanity in the trusted hold of her protector.

[aurivell]

Sweet, Steadfast, Faithful - Knight x Female!Reader

Warnings/Tags: 18+ MDNI, knight smut, hand jobs, penetrative sex, semi-public sex, slight size difference, slight size kink, praise kink, knight is an awkward sweetheart (you, on the other hand, are a menace)

Summary: During a festival, you run across your favorite knight and find yourself unable to resist the chance to toy with him.

Word Count: 2.1k

[Part 1/???]

You wandered through well-lit the streets, the narrow spaces between the buildings packed with an endless stream of festival-goers. Bright blue and red flags waved overhead, hoisted up by street performers dressed in costumes hung with loud jangling bells. The smell of roasted meat and baked breads permeated the air and you happily made your way from stall to stall, splurging your coin on any little tasty treat that caught your eye.

The cacophony of shouts from the crowd only increased as a group of bards burst from a nearby tavern, their song already under way. As they jostled their way through the tide of bodies, they pulled anyone and everyone within reach into a long dancing line forming behind them.

You swallowed the last chunk of meat from your skewer and tossed the thin stick aside before joining in. Smattering applause trailed after you as you skipped along to the beat of the song. You cheered as you chased after the bards and clapped to the beat, content to follow wherever they may take you.

Until a new sound reached your ears.

The clank and rattle of a dozen suits of armor marching in unison was a call sweeter to you than any song. Your body sailed away from the line of dancers on its own accord, your light, airy steps carrying you through an alley and to the next street where the procession was under way.

At the front of all those beautifully gleaming suits of armor marched a flag bearer. The heraldry he bore depicted a regal lion tearing his way through a bush of thorny red roses. You smiled, immediately recognizing it as belonging to one of your own noble house’s many allies. Which meant…

Your eyes flitted over the group of knights, hungrily searching for a particularly voluminous plume of black feathers. You found him a moment later, bringing up the rear of the group. Sir Gwarren's tall, broad figure rose a head above most of the other knights around him. A pattern of intricately woven thorns decorated his breastplate, pauldrons, and helm. Someone had polished them so that they shone in the torch-light with an oily sheen.

Directly behind him a team of horses pulled a carriage, but you paid it little mind. Your focus belonged entirely to tracking Sir Gwarren’s route as the procession continued on. You ducked and weaved through the crowd, fighting to keep pace with him until, much to your delight, he finally came to a halt.

The knights of his company split their formation, allowing the carriage to pass through to the crowded town square beyond. Once their lord’s carriage was no longer in sight, they broke rank. Most of them swaggered off to look for the nearest tankard of ale. Sir Gwarren lagged behind, entirely unaware of your presence until your fingers glided over the cool metal of his pauldron. You tugged at him lightly until he turned to face you.

"Ah, and what do we have here?" you asked through a broad, dimpled grin.

Through the slits in his helm, his blue eyes flashed in surprise. "My Lady! What an absolute delight."

"Good sir knight," you greeted in kind. "I had not dared to hope that we would cross paths tonight. And now I find myself pleasantly surprised."

"As am I." Though he snapped his head this way and that, nervously scanning the crowds for anyone that might have noticed the two of you conversing.

How cute.

"And- and what brings you out and about upon this fine moonlit evening," he stammered.

"Why, the festival, my dearest Gwarren."

"Ah. Yes. Of course," he agreed hastily, eager to please as always. That was why he was your favorite, even more so than any of your father's knights. Sweet, steadfast, faithful Gwarren.

"Now that we have found one another..." You leaned forward, close enough that the gesture might be considered scandalous were it not for the look of solemn concern plastered upon your features. "Oh, Gwarren, I am afraid I have an urgent matter I must speak with you about in private."

He straightened instantly, arm bracers clanking noisily against his breastplate. "In private? My Lady, is it a matter of safety? If you believe you are in danger, you need but say the word and I shall-"

"Of course, my dear," you cooed. "I knew you would handle my distress with utmost care. Were it not so urgent, I would not ask this of you, but I beg you."

Ever the gentleman, he offered his arm which you graciously accepted. Then you set about guiding him through the maze of winding streets, turning him this way and that, privately enjoying the armored bulk of him so close in your vicinity.

Once you were certain you were far enough away from his lord and your father's own men, you pulled him into a dark, isolated alley. This deep in the crevices between buildings, the moonlight didn't quite reach, leaving you swathed in darkness. The occasional group of revelers wandered past, but being so caught up in the spectacle of the festival they surely wouldn't notice a noblewoman and a knight lingering suspiciously close to one another in the shadows.

Most of the noise of the festival was relegated to the streets. Here, you could hear the faint rasp of Gwarren's breath rattling around inside that polished helmet of his.

"Do you think this is private enough, My Lady?" he asked at last.

"I suppose it is the only option we have," you sighed. Your pretense at concern quickly faded as you toyed with the collar of his tunic just beneath his helm. "Tell me, Gwarren, do you remember when we last spoke?"

To your utter delight, you felt his Adam's apple bob roughly as you slipped your fingers under the fabric and brushed your knuckles against his throat.

"I believe it was last spring, during your father's hunt," he replied.

You hummed in agreement, leaning forward until your bust brushed against the hard shell of his breastplate. "And do you recall what I asked of you then?"

Another hard swallow followed before he answered you, voice tight. "Oh, well, I- I'm not entirely certain if you-"

"I'm more than happy to remind you, my dear," you purred. Then you rose on the very tips of your toes while your free hand glided down his front until your fingers tapped along the curve of his codpiece. "Shall I?"

"My Lady," he rasped, slowly backing away from you. Though, when you followed after him he loomed over you slightly. And when he peered down at you through the slits in his visor, you were delighted by the glazed expression in his eyes. "My Lady, please. It's not... proper. I could never..."

You smiled up at him, reveling in the way his eyes traced the flutter of your long lashes and every quirk of your painted lips. "And if I told you it was the sole object of my heart's desire?"

A strangled little moan left him then. You pressed a kiss against his helm, just where his cheek would be. And though it was only metal that your lips touched, you were somehow certain he could still feel it.

"Oh, my dearest Gwarren," you murmured, "let me have you." Then you plied your fingers around the edges of his codpiece, seeking the little belts and buckles that held it in place.

The pressure of you feeling around his groin sent a tremor through him and he hunched over you with a gasp. His gloved hands hovered at your sides, grasping the air around your curves, yet not bold enough to touch. Not yet, at least.

His codpiece finally free, you to nudged it aside and delved into the tight confines of his trousers. You gave a low hum as you brushed through the course hair within and wrapped your thumb and forefinger around the base of his cock. By his broad figure and exceptional height, you had estimated that size translated to other areas of his body. And you were not disappointed.

Your palm closed around his shaft, your mouth beginning to water at its girth, at the way it twitched in your hand as it sought the pressure and heat of your touch.

"My- ah- My Lady," he wheezed.

With several gentle tugs, you pulled the length of him free from his pants. Even in the weak light of the moon, you could still make out the healthy flush darkening his blunt tip. You dragged your fist down the length of him, your own desire beginning to pool beneath your skirts as you felt the texture of each thick vein where his blood pulsed just for you.

Droplets of pre-cum dribbled out of his weeping slit and you snatched them up before they could reach the ground. Then you looked up and caught his dazed eyes as you licked his salty slick from your palm.

The strained sounds of his heaving breath echoed within the confines of his helmet. Encouraged by it, you took him in hand once more and treated him to several more languid strokes.

"Tell me, my dear," you murmured, "what is it that your heart desires in this moment?"

A wordless cry erupted from his throat as you chose that particular moment to give his head a twisting squeeze. Your own slick began to drip down your thighs at such a delicious sound.

Not wanting to waste any more time, you turned from him then and began hiking up your skirts. To your shock and delight, his gloved hands threaded through yours and he helped you gather up the layers of fabric around your waist.

Wet, dripping cunt now exposed to the cool air, you eagerly backed up against him and sighed as his weeping cock prodded clumsily at your folds. You shifted your hips, eventually finding the right angle to slip him into your entrance. As wet as you already were, he sank into you with little resistance though the way he stretched your walls quickly had you panting.

"Saints above," Gwarren gasped. It was the closest you'd ever heard him come to proper swearing.

"Saints help you if you don't take me right this instant," you shot back, though it was all in jest.

Jest or not, Gwarren appeared to take your threat seriously as he began bucking into you with wild abandon. The slick sounds of his cock ramming into you over and over filled your ears and left your head spinning. Sweet little shocks of pleasure raced up your spine as each of his thrusts grew more frantic and rough than the last.

"My Lady," he groaned, voice on the verge of breaking, "I am afraid I- I truly do not wish to hurt you."

You swallowed back a wail as his head jammed against a particularly sensitive spot deep within you. Hidden as you were, the ongoing festival might not hide all the noises you were beginning to make. "No, this is perfect, my dear. You- you're absolutely-"

"Say it again," he begged. "Please!"

"You're perfect," you repeated. "Gods, you're absolutely perfect!" You braced your palms against the opposite wall and arched your back, deepening his onslaught into your swollen cunt. "Oh gods," you keened. "I- I-"

An orgasm slammed into you, your entire awareness swallowed by the sudden tremendous clench of your body around his cock. Pulses of pure euphoria ravaged every limb and left your arms and legs trembling for several heartbeats until you were certain you must be on the verge of collapse.

Your sweet knight was not far behind. A gurgling sound wrenched free from somewhere deep in his throat and the next thing you knew, the warmth of his cum was filling you, then spilling out around his cock and slipping down the backs of your thighs. Despite being spent, his body still seemed to be caught up in the act as he continued to grind against your ass while his cock softened inside you.

You pressed back against him, eager to let him continue to have you to his heart's content until, at last, he finally seemed to return to himself and stilled.

Sensing his impending bout of shame, you quickly rose to your full height and straightened your skirts before turning to grasp his helm between your shaking hands. You pulled him down to your eye level, the drooping plume of black feathers tickling the top of your scalp.

"Wonderful, my dear. You were absolutely wonderful," you crooned.

"I was?" he mumbled, still in a daze.

"Oh yes," you assured him. You continued murmuring sweet nothings to him through his visor as you gently tucked him back in his pants and righted his codpiece. "And I do believe," you continued, unable to hold back a smile, "that I am greatly looking forward to our next reunion."

[To be continued.]

[sir-big-bass-knight-of-ur-mum]

Kneeling for your liege can be a lot more fun if you just let yourself go and eat them out. Truly, our oaths don’t need to be followed for celibacy

#funded by lieges love head super pac

[marionflicker]

As the knight held the prince’s arms above his head, he didn’t know what part of his gauntlets he liked more.

Was it the firm leather that covered his palms, that was so warm to the touch? They gripped his wrists as tightly as he did his own sword, firm and rugged and unflinching…yet at the same felt so soft, so tender…

…or was it the gauntlet’s exterior, the sharpened steel that felt so cool to the touch? The prince’s fingers curled against the knight’s grip, pricking themselves against the sharpened scales that guarded the knuckles of his fingers. He chuckled as he tightened his hold with one hand, moving the other to his face. Cold steel brushes against his cheek, trailing down his face before grabbing his chin, lifting the prince’s head to meet his eyes.

And as his thumb brushes against his bottom lip, the prince opened his mouth with a soft whimper, cherishing the taste of steel and leather both on his tongue. Indeed, gauntlets were a wonderful thing.

[stardrian]

oh, to feel the metal of my knight's tasset against lace stockings...

(knight x prince 3)

this art is about t4t mlm.

[robobrat]

my knight draping his cloak around my shoulders as we walk the snowy battlements of my castle... pulling it tight and avoiding my eyes as he fastens it in the front... looking up at him with new eyes as the snowflakes collect on his pauldrons

[royally-loved]

trans knight fucking his trans prince on the hilt of his sword > anything else

[the-princely-knight]

fuuuuuuucckkkkk i just got assigned as personal guard to the prince bro fuck

he's just always prancing about in the gardens so he smells like flowers and fine perfume (not that i would have noticed)

he looks up at me with the most pathetic and bright eyes (not that i've been staring at them)

his thin blouse is always left open, showing off his form (absolutely no thought of tearing it open further)

(he also makes the cutest whimpers while resting) he's so annoying

broooo this is gonna suck

[faefemfair]

Knights are so precious the first time that they lay with you.

They are paradoxically dripping with need and frozen for fear of offending their charge. You've seen them strike terror in hearts of men and monsters twice your size. And yet, before you, they shake like a dog with the sheer effort of their restraint.

But, Lord, are they ever obedient. If you command them to forget themselves, you'll have the chance to see your most decorated protector turn into a feral beast intent on wringing every morsel of pleasure their beloved can provide.

[willjulep]

Prince whose noblest knight keeps insisting that he would throw himself upon his own blade to bleed himself dry of sin should his liege request it has to reassure concerned citizens, "I've never asked him to do that."

[thorninyourflesh]

as a knight, it is your sworn duty to let your prince(ss) lounge on you like a spoiled palace cat.

[armoured-fantasies]

Knight escorting his prince/ss back to their bed chamber after a long evening of merriment and drinking. Prince/ss wobbles and struggles to stand up straight, leaning against their loyal knight’s muscled form. Knight ignoring the wandering hands and pleading coos of their prince/ss, desperate for touch. It’d be improper.

“Here we are, your highness, now let’s get you to bed…”

Prince/ss pouting and insisting that they are simply too helpless to undress all on their own, that they just need their knight’s assistance to disrobe. Knight holding his breath as he loosens ties and watches fabric fall to reveal prince/ss’s skin, soft and warm with blush. Knight clenching his jaw but letting eyes wander along the curves of their royal highness’s form. It’d be improper.

Knight tucking their prince/ss beneath blankets with a chaste kiss on their forehead and a gentle brushing of hair from their face. Knight closing the door of prince/ss room softly behind himself as he heads back to his own quarters. It’d be improper.

Knight, alone in his bed, sweaty and flustered, desperately bucking and rutting himself into his own hand. Knight growling and whining, utterly desperate, mumbling his prince/ss’s name again and again until he cums, shuddering. Knight panting and catching his breath, staring hopelessly up at the ceiling. He’s not sure how many more nights like this he can take before breaking…

[knightservantprince]

prince who can’t keep quiet while pleasuring himself x knight who hears what he assumes to be sounds of pain coming from his prince’s chambers

[cozylittleartblog]

thank you toby for inventing gay people for like the 12th time

[waaateer]

Rodger, do you who's in charge of security? I'm asking in case some customers decide to get a little too rowdy.

He mostly does that actually even when it’s Halloween.

[epiphanytofu]

So, The Halloween Update?

[sassysnitch]

Shush chat I'm tryna cook