#armor kink

[bloodstainedgauntlet]

my knight you have to live you have to get up you have to put your hand over your wound and hold it there. you have to keep walking and walking and walking because you cannot lay down yet, it’s not time. wipe the blood off your breastplate and look up into the sun. lean on your sword if you need to. lift one foot after another. get up. get up. this would be a pitiful grave.

[thorninyourflesh]

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

[knight-fucker-supreme]

[cuirassconnoisseur]

This tumblr shit EASY watch this

KNIGHT FUCKING YOU IN FULL ARMOR MAYBE THEY’RE A LITTLE BLOODY FROM BATTLE AND THEYRE PANTING UNDERNEATH THEIR HELM

[bitethesword]

I've ripped my gloves off with my teeth too many times to fuck my squire in the stables, now I see him in the hall and crave the taste of leather

[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."

[blanchebees]

In the bushes of Veld

Tip jar

[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