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On writing sexual tension

⊹ standing too close. like just barely not touching. why are their shoulders breathing on each other??

⊹ conversations that sound normal but feel like foreplay. “pass the salt” has never been so loaded.

⊹ one of them says something flirty and the other freezes for 0.2 seconds like “oh.”

⊹ eyes dropping to lips and then—back up. with effort.

⊹ holding eye contact just a little too long. like... are they gonna kiss or duel??

⊹ unintentional physical contact that lasts one second too long and now they’re both broken

⊹ a hand on the small of the back. that’s it. that’s the tweet.

⊹ tension so thick that other characters start noticing like “hey are you two okay?” (they are not)

⊹ “accidental” sleepovers. “oh no there’s only one bed.” yeah. suuuure.

⊹ biting back a smile. biting back a moan. biting anything really.

⊹ one of them walks away and the other has to physically restrain themselves from watching the hips

⊹ lots of sighing. frustrated sighs. horny sighs. “i want to kiss you but I’m emotionally unavailable” sighs.

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[LONGFORM! Themes: Knight x Royal, Romance, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort] There comes a time when even a Royal tires of their title, and when a Knight becomes too weighed down by their armour. Roles are their constraints, cinched at the waist to order and keep others in place – But what happens when for just one night, they show themselves?

“I can’t sleep.” Could be heard from the other side of the of the oak door. Quiet, gravely, but very much there.

The knight didn’t answer, he was to guard, not humour. Though, he did perk up at the sound of his highness's voice – nothing more than a natural reflex, of course.

“I cannot sleeeeep.” The royal spoke up again, more like a groan than a grovel this time.

Silence stretched between, broken only by the sound of quiet huffs and bedding being thrashed around until the Knight drew a long, drawn breath and finally entered.

No matter how quiet the Knight attempted to be, the metallic thud of his sabatons upon the floorboards echoed through the quarters, and step, by step, the Royal’s grin only widened until their Knight stood by their bedside, firm in place with his arms crossed.

“It’s late.” He spoke bluntly, quickly followed by “Are you ailed, fevered?” with a tilt of his head, or more so, a tilt of his helm.

“Are you tired?” The royal was fast to quip back, their expression softer, searching for who stood beneath the armour.

The Knight cleared his throat, then cleared his throat again before replying: “It is not my Duty to be tired.”

The royal laughed, reaching out to tug at their Knight’s gauntleted hand. “Well for tonight, your duty is to keep me company.” Their thumb lingered, stroking over steeled knuckles before letting go. “Sit!” They sprung from under the covers and pointed to the bed.

“I – I shan’t – Is that an order?” Their Knight faltered, momentarily, managing to console himself.

“You should know by now, of course it’s an order.” The Royal’s back was turned, but they glanced, pointing to the bed once again “Now. Sit.”

“…As you wish.” The Knight’s words trailed on a resolute sigh, mattress dipping as he sat down.

The hinges to the Royal’s wardrobe near flew off as they opened, garments thrown and strewn around the floor until a mumbled “Ah, Hah..” came from within.

“My spare nightgown,” The royal presented with a flourish. Simple white linen with an ornate design of the Royal Crest. It would reach down to the Knight’s knees, give or take an inch. “You can wear this.”

“Your Highness.” The Knight’s words came as a low warning – a glimpse of who he was trained to be. “I am not a man of gow–”

“It’ll be comfortable, and you’ll look sweet!” The Royal waved a dismissive hand. “Take it off, just for tonight.”

The longer the Royal spoke, their Knight bristled and squirmed under his suit of steel. “Is that an order?” He finally spoke again, far more hesitant.

“No, it is not.” The royal smiled, placing the nightgown down onto the bed. “Take your time.” They took a step back and turned around.

Silenced settled again as the Knight stared down. It was not an order – but an offering? Something that’d long become a foreign concept. Choice was not an option – only instinct and survival.

Eventually the Knight stood. Movements ridged as he began to undress, piece by slowly unclasped piece. The metal was worn and scratched, a mausoleum of memories to those fallen and those now too harrowed to draw sword ever again – Which one was he to become?

“Your Highness, I’m sorry” The Knight spoke up, his arms bent awkwardly in an attempt to grasp backwards. “The buckles of my Cuirass – My Squire, he usually –”

The Royal rolled their eyes before turning around. “I don’t want to hear about your little Squire Boy.” they scoffed, tugging a slight heavy handedly until the chest plate fell loose upon the bed. “There we go…” their voice softened again, fingers lingering as they trailed down the curve of their Knight’s spine.

His breathed hitched, body tensed almost in anticipation for something, that thankfully never came. He stood bare, stature lithe, plump and healthy in his stomach and thighs, with a dark shed of thick hair all over, all scarred skin, burnt flesh, muscles drawn taunt and fingers blistered. Exposed.

“All we have left is your helm.” The royal reached up to brush over the rusted buckle. “Will you let me see you?”

“Your Highness – Isn’t this –” The Knight swallowed thick, morals and principles shattering as he lowered his head.

“As you wish.”

The Royal’s touch was gentle, almost reverent as they removed the helmet to reveal who existed underneath. Their Knight’s hair spilled down over his face in long, wiry curls. His eyes dark-rimmed, didn’t meet theirs at first. Without the helm he looked his age: Young, weathered and wary.

The Royal took a quiet breath. “There you are..” They whispered. Not with pity or fear – just warmth. “How lovely you are.”

“That is not the word I’d use.” Their Knight uttered. He hesitated, just for a moment before reaching out for the nightgown. The linen draped, fitting, sort of, but it was of much higher quality than anything he’d had the pleasure to ever wear. “Thank you.” His hand brushed across to appreciate the fabric. “And you, are lovely too.” hesitating again, he reached out and stroked the pad of thumb across The Royal’s cheek.

“T-There is no need!” Their voice raised, cheeks reddening before they swiftly batted their Knight’s hand away.

The Knight didn’t flinched when their hand was swatted. He only smiled – a soft, almost smug sort of smile. “Forgive me, Your Highness.” he murmured. “I forget myself.”

For once, the Royal had no words, they could only huff. Putting distance between the two as they marched round to the other side of the bed. Their hands were restless, dancing the seams of the duvet until they pulled the covers back.

“Rest with me.” It was their eyes this time that did not meet, they busied themselves with fluffing up the pillows.

The Knight observed in silence, or perhaps silent amusement. He leaned down, movements slow and measure as he helped to arrange the bed. Their shoulders brushed, warm, sallow breaths ghosting each others cheeks.

Something in the Knight broke that eve, he who was destined to only take and kneel – allowed himself to want. “Is that an order?” He murmured against the nape of the Royal’s neck.

“Yes.” Their grin reappeared.

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What about a knight who is just a total bastard? A knight who grabs you by your throat and grinds his codpiece against you, mocking the startled sounds you make before he has even removed a single piece of his armour. A knight who doesn’t need to hold the sword to your pretty neck, he can well take and ravage you with his strength alone, but he just enjoys that little additional bit of fear in your eyes when the blade threatens to press close. A knight who listens you begging for mercy and trying to appeal to his nonexistent sense of honour and chivalry, and his laughter reverberates inside his helmet before he forces your legs wider apart.

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femboy prince who gets sent to train with the knights by his father who thinks it'll make him more "manly"

knights who try to focus on training the prince but struggle because he moans so cutely when he gets hit

femboy prince who knows exactly what he's doing and enjoys seeing the effect he's having on the knights in the communal bath house after training

knights who think they are really good at hiding how aroused the prince makes them

femboy prince who is wondering how long it'll take before the knights all pin him down and fuck him

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knights have helmets with closed visors so they can wince and close their eyes and groan quietly while they bite their tongue from thr pain. and nobody will ever guess it. btw

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Thinking about ordering a knight around. Treating them as if me being a prince somehow makes it better for me to be a prick to them. But soon, they get fed up with my behavior.

They sneak into my room at night, tying me to my bed and undressing me. Ignoring my panicked questions or my crying out. But it's all soon shut up with a hand pressed against my mouth and a cock being forcefully shoved into my boycunt. Being treated like a whore by one of the men and women hired to protect me and my kingdom, being degraded and fucked as if my cunt is free use.

Then they come to a halt, cumming inside of my previously untouched cunt. Marking me as a whore and leaving me to be dazed in bed with cum dripping from my pussy. Sorry if this post is a bit messy. I'm jacking off.

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prince wearing a necklace made from pieces of his favorite knight's chainmail

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“Knight x prince” this “stable boy x prince” that

WHAT ABOUT ALL OF THEM!!

What if the prince was just so slutty that he couldn’t handle just one. He had to whore himself out to the entire kingdom

He’s just so well known for spreading his legs for any man with a big enough cock to satisfy him. It’s gotten to the point where it’s normal to see him bent over in public taking cock.

Perhaps he’s even taken the king…

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Prince who eagerly gets on his knees for his knight. After a long day of being on high alert guarding the prince, the least the prince could do for his beloved knight is to reward him for how well he's doing.

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Thinking about being a prince again with my personal knight.

Using him to set an example to the other guards, making him do humiliating things to prove his dedication to me. Sit on his knees in front of me, kiss my boots, say degrading things, all so the other guards know exactly how to prove their loyalty to me.

Then, later in the night, when we are alone, he bends me over and punishes me for embarrassing him in front of his peers. He fucks me hard to remind me how he's really the one in charge, and it's all for appearances.

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its like nobody wants to defile the prince anymore. because of woke

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Prince who wanders off too easily- too carelessly- where he could get hurt. So his Knight starts keeping him closer. Always at arms length. Jokes about leashing him like one of the hunting hounds, but it is just a joke, surely- it would be too improper. But that doesn't mean he can't grab the boys wrist when he steps a little too far away. Or even grab him by the throat. if needed, once they're a little more secluded. It's just a soft reminder, isn't it? To stay close where he's safe and can be protected.

And if sometimes his Knight has to squeeze just a little harder- to show his Prince just what someone else might do to him if he continues to attempt to stray...well- that's still just for his protection. It's just to put emphasis on how important it is that the Prince stay right by his side, unless he wants someone else to hurt him.

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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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A prince who can't sleep and so steals his way down to the barracks in nothing but a sheer robe. There are a handful of knight sitting around a table, playing cards. They all rise at the sight of their prince. Has something gone wrong? You should be in bed. But the prince demands they deal him into their card game. They do, joking that perhaps the prince will wager money that they could win as a bonus. The prince refuses and the teasing and jokes die off. His wager, he says, is himself. The use of his body for the night. The knights' mouths drop open. They mutter and shuffle, none voicing the filthy thoughts in their heads.

They deal him in and the game begins. The prince plays terribly. He tells them if he loses his wager still stands. The winner will have him for the night. The knights get knocked out of the game one by one until a winner is declared.

The prince stands and gracefully discards his robe. He asks the knight where they should go, or if he would like for them to stay in the common area so that the others can watch. Immediately, the others begin talking over each other to beg and reason for them to stay. The prince makes the decision that they would stay. The others asked so nicely, and technically they did all beat him in cards.

The winning knight strips off his breeches and sets the prince in his lap. The prince grinds his ass against his knight until impatience takes the man and he shoves himself into his prince. The other knights are crowded around them. Filthy words fly from their mouths as they watch. They give the knight suggestions on what he should do to the prince. One of them grows bold enough to tease the prince for the small size of his cock. When he moans at the man's words, several more chime in to degrade him more.

Long before the knight is finished with him, the prince cums, the fluid arcing up to splash against his stomach. The other knights cheer and tease him. He cums twice more before his knight finally spills deep within him.

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why's knight x prince always about a dainty prince who can't get his hands dirty? we need to introcuce knight x prince with a prince who trains to fight. prince's have duties and responsibilities too, they have a title and an image to uphold. maybe he's the only son of the family so he needs to learn how to defend himself and his kingdom, he won't be a prince forever. his people wouldn't accept a weak leader so he trains his swordsmanship daily with his knight. prince who gets angry when he finds out his knight was holding back to not hurt him so he shows him that he's not fragile. prince who always gets in trouble for having bruises and scratches or being covered with dirt and sweat from pushing himself too hard. knight who has to hide how worked up it gets him when he sees the prince he swore his life to less proper and more roughed up than he should be.

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a faithful knight belongs on his knees ♡ full piece on bluesky here