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#knight kink?
ally-yoop · 1 year
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You ever sometimes just wanna be a knight who doesn’t actually fight monsters, but instead gets praised and pounded by them? Being told you’ve been doing and good job and letting your head get all floaty for them. That you’re being such a good little knight for taking their cock so well. And maybe, just maybe, your king overhears your desperate moans and finds you begging and dripping to be fucked into your bed roll by whatever beast has you bent over that evening. Maybe that king stays and watches, stroking and playing with his cock, telling you how gorgeous you look letting go. “You take him so we’ll don’t you…making your hole nice and perfect for his cock. Makes me wonder if your mouth is just as talented.”
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ezra-but-hornier · 7 months
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Me (a femme): Hey honey, I bought us some costumes for the renfaire. I thought I could be a princess and you could be a knight. How's that sound?
Wife (a butch who has had this exact fantasy since they were 16):
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babyboy-angel · 5 months
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any prince looking for a knight? i swear i'll serve you so well (will fuck you until your sheets are soaked, your legs numb, until you're covered in bite marks and scratches, will make you cum until you physically can't anymore, will send you lustful gazes in public and grope your ass in empty corridors, will make you scream until you lose your voice)
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st4rymoon · 6 months
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◦𝐈𝐜𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐝◦
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𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟒: 𝐓𝐞𝐦𝐩 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲 | 18+ | 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭
𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐎’𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
Warnings: ice play, fingering!, pussy! Eating, pussy fiend Miguel, overstimulation, semi mean dom miguel, language, pet names
𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫-𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭
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“Ah ah what did I say” Miguel hummed with his hand pressing down onto your stomach. You whined as he dragged the cold ice cube up the side of your thigh and teasingly running it down your puffy folds.
Every time you squirmed Miguel’s ruby red eyes looked up at you, threateningly squinting as a warning. “P- please mig” you whined.
He ignored your pathetic whines and dragged the cold ice down your slick filled folds. Your back arched instinctively as the new temperature made chills run down your spin. You bit your lip as Miguel’s thick fingers dipped into you all the while he pressed the small cube onto your clit.
“A- ah fuc- Miguel!” You whined in surprise. You looked down at him with pleading eyes all the while he gave you a cocky smirk. He scoffed at you, giving you a tsk and pumping his fingers in at a painfully slow pace.
He loved how easy you were to break, it was so damn easy for him to have you a complete mess. Pulling out his fingers, he smiled as he dipped the cube softly into your pussy and ignored your cries.
The mix of his warm hands on your tummy and the freezing ice in you cunt had you shaking. Loud moans spilled out of you as the new sensation caused a brand new type of pleasure.
“Feels good huh doll?” He teased as he blowed warm air onto you pussy. Miguel could cum at the meer sight of you right now, he was losing every inch of sanity.
His eyes studied the way your pussy clenched around nothing, the way the ice cube was covered in your slick as he played with you a bit more.
He couldn’t help himself as he slowly lowered his mouth onto your messy pussy, tongue gliding through your sticky folds as he hummed in relief.
You were scratching at his back as he went in, ice cube between his teeth as he rolled it into his mouth and hummed at your taste.
He tucked the cube into his cheek with haste so he could ravage you like he needed. “Migu- Miguel fu-“ you whined as he wrapped his arms around your plump thighs for a better hold.
He bobbed his head back and forth, tongue flattening on your clit and rolling back up in need. Miguel moaned into you pussy as he felt you throbbing on his tongue.
Miguel was a man cast under your spell as he began to fuck himself onto the cushion, causing him to moan into you even louder as he finally relieved some tension.
You couldn’t stop yourself from shaking as your orgasm washed over you. Your vision went blurry as he continued to eat you out like a starved man.
You heard him mumbling into your pussy as you looked down at him tugging on his hair. Miguel shook his head, his eyes glaring up at you from below your legs as a warning.
Your head flew back onto the pillow in defeat as he continued, you laid there in complete bliss and overstimulation as Miguel sucked on your throbbing clit.
You could hear him slurping your mess up before he finally came back up for air. “I could do that all day” he panted with a wide smile. He looked so handsome with his hair a complete mess and your slick coating his mouth.
“Una más?” Miguel pouted up at you, how could you say no.
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brittlebonesboning · 16 days
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Why is there no knight fucking me on the hilt of their sword?
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chainymail · 1 month
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I know people clown the erect codpiece in plate armor but . personally. Sitting on a knight’s lap and grinding on this would uhhhhh
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stagbells · 4 months
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From: @internetslice
To: @porkcracker
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trazynstolemygender · 3 months
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as you wish....
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hanasnx · 4 months
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MINORS DNI 18+ NOTES: the picture on the right is michal mrazik who i edited to look like jason so i’d appreciate it if u didn’t use it. WARNINGS: f!reader | dom!jason | daddy kink | size difference | sexual content | objectification | degradation.
Something about DADDY!JASON TODD just makes you wanna sit in his lap and babble while he basically ignores you until he registers you as a hole to fuck. You're yapping to him and he's pinching the hem of your skirt to lift it for a peek.
"Uh-huh," he replies absentmindedly, complete devoid of care to hear whatever you're talking his ear off about. He tucks his hands under your arms to pick you up and readjust you so you're straddling him, you still haven't taken a breath. "Yeah," he tells you, poorly feigned interest, and you eat it up, adding to your enthusiasm. You don't even notice how you stand on your knees over him, and he's keeping his eyes on his crotch. Tonguing his lower lip, he shifts his hips forward, and the sound of his belt unbuckling alerts you.
Innocently quizzical, you ask, "Daddy, what are you doing?"
He has yet to meet your gaze, giving you one shake of his head, a clear indicator to pay him no mind. "Nothing, princess, keep talking." A subtle crease in his brow forms, and a soft expel of air from his pursed lips sound as he tugs down his waistband. You do as he asks, and continue on with your little monologue complete with endearing anecdotes lost on your audience because he's too busy roughly handling you. Yanking you closer to him, you're used to it and undeterred. Your skirt fans out around his crotch, and his massive hand on your thigh draws you forward as he cranes his neck to peer over you. He fists his cock, now free and standing at attention.
He lines it up, and he locks eyes with you while you're still talking. The reward of his eye contact shoots you up with an impulse to engage him, "Can you believe that?" Mistaking his attention for interest. There's a little curl to his lips because as endearing as your mistake is, the only reason he's holding your gaze is to see your eyes light up when his swollen tip starts clumsily thumbing your cunt. You gasp at the sensation, you're not allowed to wear panties around him for this very reason: to stay accessible. You shouldn't be surprised, but the pleasant sensation of how it nudges you makes you freeze to let it roam.
Jason rolls his tongue between his lips, a sense of pride blooming in his chest and on his expression as he squeezes your thigh in affirmation. Painfully, his brutish head bats against your clit, and he controls your squirming with a harsh hand on your arm at the crook of your elbow. Once you get it through your head he wants you still, he flips up your skirt so he can glance down, tilting his head to see yours and his parts playing with each other. He admires it, biting down on the skin past his lip. Only then does he recognize you've quieted. "What's wrong, babygirl, why'd you stop?"
“It... hurts, Jay."
“D'aw, won’t hurt forever.” he says in an upbeat manner, encouraging you to push through it. It barely constitutes as fake sympathy as he raises his hips to sink further in you and you wince, a little whimper emitting. As he hollows you out, a wetter sound each time he pulls out and plunges a few inches in, your eyes squeeze shut. A huge hand cups the back of your neck, commanding your attention with a sore pinch. He looks into your gaze again, carefully and deliberately choosing when to do it, like he's choosing when to make you feel like a human instead of a sex object. “Where’s my brave girl, huh? Can you be brave for me?” winded from effort, he's husky voice sends a shiver down your spine. Eager to please him, you give him a little pitiful nod, and he bucks his hips again. “So fucking tight, baby. How old are you again? Swear I took your virginity already.” He’s fucking with you. He’s fucked you every which way to Sunday but you still stupidly play along.
"You did, Jay, you did!" you insist, and he's more than halfway in now.
"Yeah? I did, didn't I? Only 'cause you do dumb shit like this. Isn't that right?" With every thrust, a grunt spills from his nose, and you resist the urge to grind down on him and introduce yourself to too much.
"I don't mean to, daddy, m'sorry." you weep, eyes downcast as he fucks up into you. He finally sheathes, and you cry out, clutching onto his arms to brace.
"Running your little mouth in a skirt like this, bare pussy sittin' on me. The fuck is up with that? Sex dolls can't speak."
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ally-yoop · 1 year
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You didn't expect this when you were sent out by the king to slay the dragon. Your back is pressed against a large scaled chest, rough hands gently caressing your body. A warm breath is in your ear, a rumbling purr heard in-between the beast's praises. "You're doing so good for me, my sweet little knight. Letting me take care of you like this...like you deserve." Trying to muffle your moans within the crook of his neck only earns you an amused chuckle in return. A clawed finger lifts your chin, while his other hand travels further down between your legs. "My poor little knight...I beg you, please don't hide those precious little moans. I want to hear how desperate you’re getting for me." A trail of kisses is left upon your neck and shoulder, the hand beneath your chin tipping it further back, allowing the beast better access to the more sensitive areas. Your hands fist the fine silks laid beneath the both of you, you grip them for purchase but can’t help using the new leverage to buck and grind your hips against his hand. "That's it darling, take what you need... so needy and sweet for me. Don't have to worry about anything else but being a good little knight for me. And good little knights know how to follow orders, don't they? So, you'll be good and cum for me won't you?"
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lovely-lavender-doll · 9 months
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Princesses should get to kiss other princesses, as a treat.
And by kiss I mean desperately make out with each other and whimper into each other's mouths as our knights eat us out and also maybe take us from behind while we press our tits together.
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princess-musings · 7 months
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Oh how silly of me Ser knight to grant you entry into my chambers while I’m in nothing but my sheer night dress. Please have a seat while I get dressed behind the changing screen while the lamp conveniently illuminates my naked silhouette.
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st4rymoon · 6 months
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- 𝐌𝐲 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 -
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𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟑: 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐞 | 18+ | 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭
𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
Warnings: p in v, unprotected sex, overstimulation, multiple cream pies, needy Steven, breeding kink, dumbification, pet names, language
𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫-𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭
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You couldn’t keep track of the times Steven had came inside you. All could do was dumbly stare into his eyes as he continued to fuck himself into you.
Steven was completely wrecked watching you squirm and whine as he plunged his fat cock deep inside you. His grip surely would leave bruises tomorrow as he pinned your legs to your sides and sloppily fucked into you.
You held up your legs for him as he lost his balance, his hand gripped onto your abdomen for support “fu- fuck love, can feel you throbbing” he hissed.
You’d never seen Steven so fucked out before. It was a sight to see, his hair disheveled and mouth agar as his eyes studied the way your pussy gushed out his previous loads mixed with your own.
This was the messiest either of you had gotten in bed. His thighs were drenched in mixed slick, thick strings of it sticking to the back of your thighs and stringing off his as he began pounding you harder.
Steven was muttering nonsense as he watched the ring of cum on his cock disappearing every time he fucked himself into you.
He felt dizzy each time you let out a soft whimper with each of his thrusts. “That’s it honey, just o- one more for me love” Steven hissed as he picked up the pace.
Your nails dug into his forearms as he pounded into you with eyes full of love and lust. You bounced along with his messy thrusts, pulling him down to your face and kissing him sloppily.
Steven whimpered into your mouth as he felt himself getting closer to his high with each thrust. You held onto him for dear life as he pinned you onto the bed with his strength, your hips bounced off the bed with each of his slams.
“St- steev- aa-“ you cried out as you clenched around his cock, you were on who knows what orgasm. Your overstimulated pussy throbbed around Steven, causing a gruntled moan to spill from his lips.
He fucked another load into your tired cunt, sweet praises spilling past his lips as the mess between you two began to drip onto the bed.
“Sh- fuck love” steven panted shakily. His body tensed at the feeling of you squeezing him “love you with all my heart darling, just gotta make sure you make me a daddy” he cooed.
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notknickers · 7 months
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to me, a masked or armoured person lifting their headgear enough to show the line of their lovely jaw or a hint of red from their bottom lip is the equivalent of a victorian maiden showing her calves.
(slag)
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gecel · 1 month
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murc0ck · 1 year
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i may or may not have a mask kink
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