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Newly promoted knight leaning in to your ear and whispering "How does it feel to take a commoner's seed, my Lord?" as he thrusts deep inside you

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sort of a redraw of my art a few years ago of Aymeric's scars. Also I've been wanting to draw him in a backless shirt lol.

HC is he's very conscious of his scars but his loved ones' repeated assurances and encouragements help a lot with it

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i feel like Obey Me! Asmo is super genderfluid and also likes to be called Mommy in bed

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I bent her over the altar and spread her like scripture. She begged me to finish inside and call it communion.

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intox gunplay but im the one drunk AND im the one with the gun

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CHAT. CHAT. Anaxagoras shotgunning cigarette smoke into your mouth because he won’t make out w u.

Inspired by the arts going around that modern day he’s kind of a loser and smokes and is addicted to energy drinks <33

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stern yet soft teacher x his clumsy and shy protege .

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step one of facing any fear is turning it into a sex thing

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smoking that weed that makes u want to frot with a knight

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a little late but Happy Bunny Day <3

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It is not the first time the knight has shared a bed with his liege. A sign of favor, to be allowed so close.

There have been countless pavilions pitched in fields and in the tree-bough chapels of the forest. Tonight, after the battle, his king sleeps the sound sleep of the exhausted and pragmatic. Always, the knight lies awake, body still achingly alert, pulse still thrumming to rapid tempo of battle.

Sometimes, after the heat of the field, they both slip fitfully; and in the toss and turn, find each other, and rut until sleep finally takes them. Practicality and service, as much as desire.

But now, he turns, and finds his king's eyes open, ochre slits in the sliver of moonlight.

"Restless creature," his king says, voice low and fond. He slips a hand up to trace the curve of the knight's bared throat, as the other hand reaches lower, to coax the last of the day's heat from him.

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Thinking about a tournament champion knight who wins a feast with all of the noble sponsors of the event. They give him fine clothes to wear and coo over how handsome he looks. He’s so exhausted from the day he does not have the energy to protest the barrage of compliments they give him, piling on each other and telling him what a good job he did in combat and how talented of a knight he is. As the evening wears on, they all know a chivalrous man like him will end up under the table while they play dice or some other amusing game. He is so eager to fall on his knees after a long day, they only have to suggest it in passing. After all, it is such an honor for him to sit beside them at the table it must be even better to bow his head between their thighs.

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IT'S FUCK IN ARMOR FRIDAY ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

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battle-weary knight who hears their lord’s voice and immediately drops to their knees + lord who gently slicks the blood through his knight’s hair and rests their head in his loyal lap

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Pulling your head back with a fist full of your hair as I press my blade to your neck and whisper all the awful things I’m about to do to you