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ruby | 22 | she/they| bi 18+ | following from @i-am-wesley

[ticklebait]

“horns as an erogenous zone is like a sword as an erogenous zone” 1. that’s a good thing and 2. the more erogenous zones the better

[ticklebait]

i posted this because i was imagining a demon girl cleaning her horns with a spinny brush in the shower and shooting ropes bc of the vibrations. this is important

[ticklebait]

and the bristles of the brush graze the skin at the base of her horns and it really fucking tickles okay

[ticklebait]

this is getting reblogs again but everyone is reblogging the most palatable version (original post without the additions) and reminding me how weak the “perverts” of this site truly are ….

[crewels-bitchboy-glazer]

do you have a knight kink because you crave undying loyalty when everyone has betrayed you in the past or because you have a history hyperfixation

[the-lonely-knight]

You have to be careful with your knight. They’re not used to gentleness, and it might take some time for them to accept it. The first time you remove their helmet, they may not be able to meet your gaze. This is normal. There’s a lot more of you to take in than through a visor, and it can be overwhelming. Don’t expect them to make eye contact immediately. When you undress the rest of them, go slowly. You’ll be forced to because of the very nature of the armor they live in. Make sure you pause after every piece and allow them to get used to freedom once more. It’s especially important for them to breathe deeply once you’ve removed both cuirass and gambeson. Place your hand over their heart to ensure they take a few deep breaths from the chest before you continue. When you are finished playing the part of squire, be sure to give them something else to wear. They’ll feel far too exposed at first. Make sure it’s something light, they don’t need any more weight on their shoulders. Do not be surprised if their hands tremble when you take them. The feel of your hands is a far cry from that of their gauntlets, and it may take some time for them to adjust to the softness. Reassurance is your friend with a vulnerable knight. Encouragement can also aide you, but be cautious to avoid overuse. If your knight feels pressured, they will revert to their training, and you will never know their true self. If it is your wish to have a knightly lover, do not glorify the shell, but rather, cradle the creature within.

[steelsonnet]

Okay, what about a knight whose oath is magically etched across their skin. Tattooed across their chest, spiraling around their limbs.

A knight whose oath glows gently when they kneel at their liege's feet, repeat the words whilst light peaks through the seams of their armor.

Marks that fade with time, unless renewed by a voice, by a vow, by a gentle touch.

A Knight who hasn’t seen their oathlight in years, but who presses their own hand to their chest and repeats their vow each morning. A knight that hopes the words might stir even a flicker of light even though their liege is so far away.

[blanchebees]

I NEED A HERO, the bloodied knight returning to his lady.

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[chainmaiden-deactivated20260205]

Princess in her chambers fucking into her pillow, muffling moans into the sheets, relentless grinding bc she got to see a glimpse of her knights face and my god, it's like they're so unaware of how handsome they are w their bloodstained cheeks n chapped lips.

....Knight who's guarding the door trying really hard to ignore the sounds, chanting oath over and over and over until they can't take it anymore. Leaning back against the wall just right, thighs tensed just hard enough, breath held just long enough so when they hear their princess cum their hips snap against their armor n cum with her.

Princess who can be heard quietly giggling afterwards because she knows n will absolutely use it to her advantage now.

[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."

[gauntlyt]

something something your princess kissing your helm while you're forced to stand still in position at your guard post in the castle hall. it would be irreverent to break form. they kiss all over your visor just to tease you, on their tiptoes to reach, and then just smile and leave you aching for their lips on your skin. you realise their lipstick left marks and up try to rub it off, but it leaves crimson stains you can't clean completely away until much later when you can fully doff and buff your armour. you have to lie and tell your fellows its blood

[switchpink]

i need soooo much more content about knights and royals having filthy sex. i need 50k words about a princess and her knight and i need the princess to get rescued at least 16 times every chapter. i need the knight to have near godly immunity but i need the princess to get injured and the knight go feral about it. i need the princess to not trust for the first 25k words or more, having been through so much betrayal and pain that she can't imagine anyone, even her sworn knight, would actually protect and obey her. i need the knight to physically block another person from getting close to the princess while she sleeps per her orders, even another royal, stone faced behind a helmet and just absolutely unwavering even an inch, the thought of disobeying the princess not even occuring to the knight even in the face of the king himself. i need the princess inside her chamber to not be sleeping at all, but listening to the conflict outside her door, absolutely gripped by the cold steel gloved fingers of beginning to trust again. i think this would fix me

[cuirassconnoisseur]

My Lady’s token.

A pale pink silk swath.

Gods above, please forgive me if holding it so tightly to my chest appears as sacrilege; for I do not mean to disgrace you— only to honor my lady in the way I best know how.

The fabric smells of her; Lavender and Lye. She’s so carefully sewn her initials into the middle, the bright white threadings urging me to remove my gauntlets the second I am away in my chambers.

My fingers tangle in the silk like they would against her hands.

[needybimbopuppy]

being a masochist is literally so funny. im like "man i feel like absolute shit. yk what would help? Being Hit Real Hard"

[chainmail-butch]

What is a gorget if not a collar

[vampirebush]

hate when a girl runs her hands over my hair or my back in such a way that my whole body jerks or shivers completely out of my control. oh just forcibly remind me that i am nothing but an animal ultimately slave to the basal wants of my nerve endings whose delusions of willpower and intelligence will always crumble when faced with the inexorable demands of my flesh why don't you. are you going fuck me about it or what

[chainymail]

I know people clown the erect codpiece in plate armor but . personally. Sitting on a knight’s lap and grinding on this would uhhhhh

[hubrisinnate]

Pulling a Father's roman collar out of his shirt and seeing the stitches from his fingers on the edges of the collar, kissing along the top of the fabric against his neck, feeling his hands grabbing the arms of his chair so he doesn't fall from grace, straining against his willpower and his slacks, promising himself that he won't fall as he did last week.

Or the week before, or before that— But he knows how useless it is to lie to himself, not when he feels his knees widening again and weight on his thighs, and he knows already that the crucified Jesus on the wall behind him was watching every movement and every grind, hearing every shaking breath falling from his own mouth, and he already knows that his hands have lost their battle with the arms of the chair in search for soft hips.

[sharkgirldick]

Princess making her studious maid and her loyal knight kiss and grope each other for her entertainment.

(They are both imagining the princess in the others' place while they do it.)

[sharkgirldick]

I have decided that the knight and the maid hate each other, but won't ignore the princesses orders due to their devotion to her.

Neither of them feel worthy of her so they hook up sometimes when they're off duty and hatefuck nasty style.

[sharkgirldick]

They're in the middle of fucking and the knight keeps moaning "My lady, oh, my lady..."

And the maid tells her to shut up, she can't imagine her Mistress fucking her if the knight is so noisy.

The knight insists that the princess absolutely wouldn't top, and they start bickering over it.

Eventually the knight gets sick of the argument and ends it by slamming her dick all the way inside and fucking the maid really rough.

(The princess is vers, so they're both right.)

[sharkgirldick]

There's a hard and fast rule of NO KISSING. They're just using each over to get off, there's no need to get intimate.

... But then one day the maid is riding the knight and she looks down to see the knight looking up at her. The knight's eyes, normally full of strength and fire, are soft and hazy with pleasure. The maid can't help herself, and they start making out hot and heavy. Tongues jammed in each other's mouths, lips bitten and sucked on.

They argue (again) about breaking their one rule, but both of them know it will happen again next time because it made the sex so much better.

[sharkgirldick]

One night, when they're both tired, the sex is incredibly slow and gentle and kissy. It can't really be described as hatefucking any more. The knight pushes herself up to catch a breath, looking down at the blushing maid. She's almost lazily swinging her hips, slipping almost all the way out then sliding all the way back in. Just the way the maid likes it.

The sweet moans, the gentle pleasure of their flesh rubbing together... The knight almost can't help herself as she stares into the maids eyes and says "I love you."

"... What?"

She quickly realizes her mistake. "I... I was thinking about my lady. Don't get so full of yourself to think I'm talking about you."

"Hmph. You really are a senseless brute. Think before you open your mouth, for once."

They go back to bickering yet again, both of them thankful that the darkness of the chamber is hiding the deep, crimson blush in their checks.

... The princess is, of course, getting off really hard to all of this.

[mysticfemme]

Actually I think it would be cute if I crawled on top of a butch in my underwear, going in to kiss them but noticing a dazed expression on their face. Following their gaze, I'd laugh when I saw my tits spilling out of my bra, mesmerising them. Then I think it would be even cuter if I slipped one cup to the side, cradling my butch's head as I ease my nipple into their mouth.