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thinking about a knight desperately, quite nearly ripping off his helmet after i told him i want to crush his head between my thighs but his helmet would hurt too much

and then the mere second that it’s off of them he’s wrenching my thighs apart and squeezing them around his head again all in a single second

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i should have two knights trailing me at all times so that they could eiffel tower me whenever i want

yeah one that’s a little too enthusiastic abt it and the other that’s completely flustered but he’s pulling down his pants anyways

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really is a shame that i’m not wearing my devoted knight’s tunic right now. yeah, the one that goes just past my fingertips and shows a little too much chest for modesty. and it’s sad how i’m not shivering from the cold and huddling near him and the fire he made to stay warm, it’s not my fault that i’m scooting ever so closer to him. and it’s entirely out of my control how the glow of the fire makes me look so appealing that he can feel his self control slip by the minute. there’s only so much my beloved knight can take before he’s suddenly folding me in half like a lawn chair and taking me right there on the ground.

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fake ass lionheart i saw thee turn tail and flee in the midst of battle