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Knight escorting his prince/ss back to their bed chamber after a long evening of merriment and drinking. Prince/ss wobbles and struggles to stand up straight, leaning against their loyal knight’s muscled form. Knight ignoring the wandering hands and pleading coos of their prince/ss, desperate for touch. It’d be improper.

“Here we are, your highness, now let’s get you to bed…”

Prince/ss pouting and insisting that they are simply too helpless to undress all on their own, that they just need their knight’s assistance to disrobe. Knight holding his breath as he loosens ties and watches fabric fall to reveal prince/ss’s skin, soft and warm with blush. Knight clenching his jaw but letting eyes wander along the curves of their royal highness’s form. It’d be improper.

Knight tucking their prince/ss beneath blankets with a chaste kiss on their forehead and a gentle brushing of hair from their face. Knight closing the door of prince/ss room softly behind himself as he heads back to his own quarters. It’d be improper.

Knight, alone in his bed, sweaty and flustered, desperately bucking and rutting himself into his own hand. Knight growling and whining, utterly desperate, mumbling his prince/ss’s name again and again until he cums, shuddering. Knight panting and catching his breath, staring hopelessly up at the ceiling. He’s not sure how many more nights like this he can take before breaking…

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Chapters: 4/? Fandom: Original Work Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Primrose Archdevil of Infatuation (OC), Sir Grimm (OC) Additional Tags: Original Character(s), Work In Progress Summary:

Grimm found themselves kneeling and tied next to a large stone plinth. They were somewhere in a forest. A fire roared on the plinth in the center of a circle marked by tall stones, each with some sort of arcane glyph. Beyond those were dark trees, beyond the trees was darkness. Looking up through bleary eyes, there was no moon nor stars in the darkness above. Grimm’s hands had been tied with rope behind their back, although no other attempt to restrain them had been made. They even had all their armor and weapons on them. Whoever had captured them was either a novice or far too powerful to care. It seems that Grimm had woken up in the middle of some ritual. They could tell from the pain and sticky warmth that the cultists had used their blood as some component here. Grimm couldn’t complain too much though. As far as abductions go, this one could have been worse. A figure in dark robes poured something into the fire. The flames grew taller, flashing green, then blue, then purple. It became so hot Grimm could feel it heat their armor and flush their cheeks. Heeled leather boots crushed burning wood as a woman stepped impossibly from the fire.

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okay but what about mages. what about a knight scoffing at the too-frail, not at all incredibly pretty court mage. what about a knight regarding the court mage as useless until they’re both caught on the battlefield and the knight feels the heat of a fireball soar past his cheek and nail an opponent he didn’t see, who was about to get the jump on him. what if that made him embarrassingly aroused. and then they made out sloppy style. what then.

(idk if anyone care but ARGHHHH I LOVE MAGE/KNIGHT DYNAMICS)

— 🪄 anon (if that’s ok)

oh my god yes, you're a genius, and there are just so many fun little possibilities, aren't there?

at least the knight can pretend what happened after the battle — teeth grazing against scarred lips, eyes glazed with lust, hands tangling in soft hair, the taste of magic on their tongues — was nothing more than an adrenaline-driven dalliance. or... dalliances. at least he can keep his visor down to hide his flushed face the next time they're on the field together.

but what happens when, after a bad duel, he's leaning against a tree, armour resting by his side, teeth gritted against the pain as he attempts to stitch up a near-mortal wound in the absence of a medic. head snapping up as he hears footsteps approaching.

what happens when the mage, upon seeing the knights bloodied shirt and pale face and trembling hands, speeds up his approach, muttering something under his breath right before slamming ever ounce of magical energy he's got into the knight's chest.

what happens when the knight tastes that magic. undeniably familiar, the feeling heady, overwhelming, addicting, even as it seeps from his body, leaving mended flesh in its wake. his breath hitching, pupils dilated as he stares at the mage.

and now he has a new problem.

because there's a lot of things that the sudden absence of a great deal of pain can cause, but the knight isn't so sure that such a desperate, aching want is supposed to be one of them.

neither party seems to have complaints about the matter, though. the mage is lucky enough to have his own quarters at the castle. if they could just stop kissing for the short ride back, i'm sure they'd be able get out all that pent up energy once inside.

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Nonconsensual Sexless BDSM (Beating The Shit Out Of You In An Alleyway)

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A knight joins their Lady in the morning, greeted by her drawl " good morning, My pet. Come. Kneel for me".

The knight obliges, anything to serve their Lady. She traces a finger down the knights horns, brush hair behind their ear, before brushing along their jaw and tipping their chin up. The knight understands, eyes darkening, breath becoming heavy in anticipation. Their Lady smiles, dark lips curling at her Darling knight. "Open."

The word hardly needs to be spoken for the knight to open their mouth. Anything for their Lady.

She slides her fingers along their tongue. They close their eyes, submitting like a guard dog to its master. Moving her hands to their horns, the main course begins. The knight's mouth dutifully taking in their Lady, breathing through their nose to avoid gagging. (Although their lady did like to test their resolve, pushing until they gagged for her).

Their Lady made no fanfare of it today. Business had to be done, she could only burn off some steam for now. The knight knew she would need them in her chambers after the day was done. "Such a good thing, pretty thing for me like this". She sighed; the knight swallowing all they could, cleaning up the rest.

The knight would temper their own need, standing beside their Lady patiently through the day. They just had to wait until tonight.

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Your partner going "oh there it is" in a praising voice when you cum 😳

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go ahead bite my neck. i can be normal about it please just bite my neck. please. i promise i am normal and can be trusted with neck biting. please just. bite my neck. bite it. please bite my neck. i am so normal. please bite me. on the neck. ok now draw blood.

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who wants to get all bloody with me and then make out??

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Vampire Fairy Demon, by Takato Yamamoto, 2008.

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girl soldier is pulled in a pond by horny mermaids 

uuhh this description sounds like a porno ahahah

drew this while i was waiting for food :0~~

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men love to bite each other

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all cats are carriers of sleepy bitch disease. if you ever lay down on a sofa or bed near a cat you are guaranteed to contract sleepy bitch disease. 

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youre covered in blood?? like some kind of slut??