#knight kink

[babyboy-angel]

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)

[brittlebonesboning]

Why is there no knight fucking me on the hilt of their sword?

[chainymail]

I know people clown the erect codpiece in plate armor but . personally. Sitting on a knight’s lap and grinding on this would uhhhhh

[trazynstolemygender]

as you wish....

[princess-musings]

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.

[notknickers]

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)

[arireynes]

Thinking about being a royal's loyal guard. I'll do anything they ask of me, and I'm so eager to obey them that when they ask me to start staying in their room at night, I'd do it without question.

But I wouldn't know they slept in a loose, silky, practically see-through robe. Or that they shifted so much in their sleep that the blanket uncovered them, leaving them bathed in moonlight. I wouldn't have known that they had dirty dreams, or that they gasped and arched in their sleep.

They'd thank me each morning with a smile, and I'd nod and not mention how needy seeing them that way got me. It would go on for days, then weeks before I finally worked up the nerve to do anything.

One night, I'd let my hand slip down, eyes on my pretty royal. I'd listen to their sweet sounds, and let myself get off on it, till I'm gasping my way to a silent release.

And, of course, that night would be the first time they wake up. They'd catch me rushing to compose myself, and scold me for getting off watching them. I tower over them, but I'm embarrassed as they get up off the bed to ask me what I like about watching them? Was it seeing their skin on display? Or the pretty noises they make? Was I imagining having them beneath me?

They'd laugh when I'd confirm yes to all of those. They'd tell me that only in my dreams would they let me fuck them. They can't be sore the next morning, now can they? But they have an alternate situation, if I wanted.

And I wouldn't be able to disagree.

So I'd find myself laid out on their bed, stripped of my armor and weapons, my lovely royal between my legs, smirking down at me. They'd tease me for getting overpowered so easily, saying that I'm so much stronger, but I'll be good and obey because that's all I can do, right? I'm their knight, and they know I'll listen to them.

And I'd be so desperate, and beg them to have their way with me. Tell them that I'll take it because I'll do everything I can to give them what they want. They'd praise me, and tell me that I'm such a good knight for them, and that they may need to keep me if I'll be so well behaved.

And that's how I would become the royal's favorite knight by day, and their toy to use at night.

[yesmilord]

My question is why are you as a knight not shoving your hand down a bratty prince's pants and jerking his little tcock?

he's being so mean to you because his little dick is achey and his hole is dripping. So improve the prince's behaviour and play with his boycunt ☺💕

[mydearestknight]

Knight grabs a shaky thigh with his free hand while eating prince out, fingering him with his other hand. Prince hiccups, moans and buries his fingers in knight's short hair. As he sucks off his clit, he gets a sharp moan in return, the legs around him shake and squish him a little.

He just loves the non-verbal responses his prince gives him. He feels the goosebumps under his rough hands, the shaky legs that press themselves against him.

Prince is exactly where he wants him to be, his head empty of his duties, full of knight and pleasure instead.

A disappointed moan makes him look up when he stops and removes his fingers. "Getting impatient, are we?", he asks with a smirk and starts kissing prince's stomach, moving upwards inch by inch.

"M-more," prince whines and causes knight to shudder just by how much he wants him. He kisses and sucks at prince's neck, his fingers circling over his clit teasingly.

"Say that again," he almost growls and moves his head to look prince in the eyes.

"I want more."

Knight kisses prince on his soft lips, lets him taste his own wetness and enters a finger. "You shall receive what you ask for, your Highness."

His kisses move back down to prince's dripping wetness, cherishing every sound and response he gets.

[pentila]

The Prince looped a finger around his Knights collar. "You will serve me well again won't you?" He said with a smirk, knowing how weak it got his Knight when he said that.

The man kneeling in front of him nods. His mouth watering in anticipation of what's to come.

The young heir releases the grip on the collar before lazily opening his legs. "Then serve."

[slutforpaladins]

yes being a royal who fucks your favorite knight is sexy but do y’all ever think about being forced to your knees by one of the knights invading your castle, amused and condescending at how far you’ve fallen, and forced to suck their dick/strap for your very life? and maybe you do such a good job that they not only spare you but take you with them as a trophy and toy? maybe they even bend you over your own throne and take you to show you your new place beneath them? i just think that’d be neat :)

[theres-a-body-here]

Scumtober- Day 24 (Tender Sex)

Night's Cavalry x Male!reader

You look back as you walk down the Mistwoods.

Yep, he's still there. The Night's Cavalry Rider, Beor.

How do you know his name?

Because he wrote it down on a scrap of scroll and placed it on your face as you slept for you to find in the morning. Said note also contained a love letter professing his love.

Simp.

You sigh as you keep walking. He's been following you ever since he knocked your helmet off your head during battle. The thing that bothers you most is that he's out of his Lord's territory. You're fairly certain Margit didn't allow his men to travel this far out. You wonder if hes disobeying orders by following you all the way out here.

The moon rises over the land as you decide to make camp. You set up a bedroll and make a fire. You sigh as you hold your hands out to warm them up.

As you sat by the heat of the campfire, you couldn't help but feel uneasy knowing someone was watching. You glance around, trying not to be too obvious, and spot Beor hiding behind a nearby tree.

Damn it, dude! Just come out already!

You roll your eyes and turn away, deciding to ignore him for now. After all, he hasn't done anything harmful yet... just really creepy.

Suddenly, something hit your head. It's a crumbled ball of paper. you picked it up and turned to glare at Beor, who had quickly hidden behind a tree after throwing it. You straighten out the note.

The message read: 'I can't take my eyes off you.'

Good Gods. You had to do something.

Sighing heavily, you called out to Beor, "Alright... Come sit with me." You then added sternly, "But don't be creepy!"

Reluctantly, Beor approached slowly, almost like a timid animal. Once he reached you, he hesitantly took a seat across the fire from you. His entire demeanor reeked of nervousness.

Relaxing slightly, you began rummaging through your bag, searching for some jerky. However, you soon noticed Beor shifting closer to you, his posture tense as he tried to act casually. When you looked up, he was caught red handed, his gaze darting away guiltily.

This guy...

Going back to rummaging through your bag, you finally found what you were looking for – jerky! With a satisfied grin, you lifted your head, only to be startled by Beor practically breathing down your neck. He must have moved while you weren't paying attention.

Startled, you let out an undignified yelp and dropped the food. The jerky lands on some mud. You look at the jerky, to Beor, to the jerky, and finally back to Beor.

Both of you stared at each other silently before he leaned forward and grabbed the dropped jerky, which was now covered in mud. Hesitating for a brief moment, he held it out towards you.

You shook your head and sighed. "Thanks, but no thanks."

Trying to regain composure, you turn back to the crackling fire, hoping to ignore him. To your annoyance, Beor continued to scoot closer until your bodies pressed together.

Awkward silence hung heavy between you two.

Feeling movement against your side, you glanced over to see Beor holding out his closed fist. Curiosity piqued, you watched as he opened his palm, revealing a Miquella's Lily that had been crushed beyond recognition. Wordlessly, he motioned for you to take it.

Without thinking much of it, you accepted the gift.

Inspecting the fragile petals of the delicate flower, you couldn't help but feel touched by such a rare gesture. Although it was crushed, it still held significance. You brought the bloom close to your nose, savoring its faint fragrance.

Silence stretched between you again as Beor simply watched you appreciate his offering.

Nodding to yourself, you carefully place the crushed Miquella's Lily inside your bag for safekeeping. The silence returned, making you uncomfortable enough to break it.

"You can have..." You paused, feeling embarrassed at your own words. "...One kiss."

Beor tensed up and immediately started nodding vigorously, his helmet producing loud clanks with every enthusiastic movement.

Groaning internally, you prepared yourself for whatever was coming next. Beor eagerly closed the gap between you, anticipating his reward.

"Aren't you going to remove the helmet?" You asked curiously.

In response, he shook his head forcefully. Guess that means the helmet stays on.

Shrugging it off, you decided to leave his choice alone. Leaning closer, you press a soft kiss onto his helmet where his cheek would be. Instinctively, his hand clenched so tightly that you could hear the leather of his gauntlet creak under the strain. You pull away.

Good Gods, all you did was give him a peck on the helmet, and this was his reaction? No wonder he acted so skittish; he definitely was whipped for you.

Deciding to test how far you could push him, you leaned in again, this time tracing a line along his helmet with your tongue. Beor visibly trembled, accompanied by a muffled groan from within his helmet.

Oh dear, this man was putty in your hands.

Unfortunately for you, your actions didn't leave you completely unaffected either. Feeling your own arousal building, you felt your member hardening within your pants. Blushing profusely, you tried to reason with yourself.

"I know I said just a kiss," you started hesitantly, "...but..."

At the sound of your voice, Beor's head snapped in your direction, desperate to catch whatever suggestion you may have for him.

Letting out an exaggerated groan, you tried to continue, "You know..."

To your utter mortification, Beor pointed directly at his crotch, seemingly confirming whether that was indeed what you wanted. Covering your face with your hands, you berated yourself for getting into this situation.

Fuck it. You raised your head and gave him a decisive nod.

Beor seemed ecstatic at your response, eagerly beginning to remove his protective codpiece. Underneath, his cock stood proudly erect, ready for action. With a deep blush spreading across your features, you followed suit, taking off your pants and underwear. Your own manhood sprang forth, mirroring Beor's excitement.

Eager to get things started, Beor laid flat on his back, slapping his armored thighs invitingly as if asking you to climb aboard.

Rolling your eyes, you muttered, "You're an idiot," before complying with his request. Straddling Beor, you could feel his hardened length pressing against your ass.

Lifting yourself up slightly, you slammed back down onto Beor's lap, eliciting a muffled groan from within his helmet.

"You better be gentle," you warned him. In response, Beor nodded his head furiously, the clinking of metal echoing throughout the campsite.

Leaning to the side, you retrieved your bag, pulling out a small container of oil created from melted mushrooms. Resting on Beor's chest, you reached back and took hold of his throbbing member, liberally applying the slippery substance all over it.

Beor released a muffled moan as you positioned his lubricated tip at your entrance. With a deep breath, you pushed downwards, impaling yourself on his rigid length.

Letting out a soft moan, you sank deeper and deeper onto Beor's impressive girth. "Fuck, you're so big," you muttered, unable to believe how well he filled you up.

Meanwhile, Beor was clearly enjoying himself, his head thrown back as he panted heavily and trembled with pleasure.

Upon fully sheathing himself within you, Beor let out a low whine of delight. You sighed contentedly, feeling both their combined weight bearing down on you.

Before you could react, Beor shifted positions, wrapping his arms securely around you as he sat up. Now, instead of riding him, you were nestled within his embrace.

Closing your eyes, you leaned your head against his cool, metallic chest, reveling in the sensation of being enveloped by him. Softly, he ran his hands up and down your spine, sending shivers through your body.

Gradually, Beor began to move within you, maintaining a slow, steady rhythm. Making sure to support your weight, he kept you cradled in his arms as his helmet nuzzled against your face.

Moans escaped your lips as Beor thrust into you with a gentleness you hadn't expected from someone so large and intimidating. You rubbed your aching cock against the smooth metal of his armored abdomen.

As he continued to plunge into you, Beor rubbed his helmet against your face affectionately, reminding you of a cat seeking comfort from its owner. Simultaneously, one of his hands found yours, entwining your fingers together as if they belonged there.

Whimpering as you neared release, you bucked your hips harder against Beor's armor, leaving streaks of precum.

"Sorry....your armor," you apologized sheepishly for making a mess on his black armor.

However, Beor didn't seem bothered by it at all – if anything, he appeared more amused than upset. Using his free hand, he gently petted your head reassuringly, letting you know that he didn't mind.

Reassured by his response, you wrapped one hand around his hip while using the other to resume stroking your own needy erection. Precum continued to flow freely, coating Beor's armor in a sticky film.

Beor released a pleased noise from within his helmet, picking up the pace ever so slightly as he continued to thrust into you relentlessly.

With a whiny cry, you finally succumbed to your release, splattering Beor's armor with thick ropes of semen. As your orgasm subsided, he gently rubbed your back.

Now that you had cum, it was Beor's turn. Still buried deep within you, he reached behind his back and removed his cape from his armor. Carefully laying it on the ground, he leaned forward until you were lying on top of it.

For a moment, Beor held your thighs aloft, offering them a brief yet comforting massage. And then, without warning, he suddenly changed tactics, pounding into you mercilessly. Unprepared for such ferocity, you cried out in surprise, your moans matching the speed of his brutal thrusts. Holding your thighs tightly, he showed no signs of stopping or easing up.

Still not letting up, Beor pressed your thighs together and rolled you onto your side. From this new angle, he somehow managed to increase the intensity of his relentless pumping, driving his cock deepr into you.

The air filled with the sounds of his labored breathing and the wet squelching of flesh meeting flesh as he continued to claim you.

As the tempo increased, you could do little more than issue a series of whimpers and mews, overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through your veins. Beor took full advantage of your vulnerable state, leaning over to pin you down with his considerable bulk as he pressed his helmet against your face.

"Fuck, fuck, fuuuccckk!" you cried out, unable to contain your mounting euphoria. Every forceful impact of armor against flesh sending fire down your body in waves.

Beor reached his breaking point. With a guttural grunt, he drove himself all the way home, his warm seed flooding your hole. Wrapped in his strong arms, you basked in the afterglow of your shared release.

Breathing heavily, you allowed Beor to nuzzle your face with his helmet.

"You're still a simp," you muttered sleepily, too exhausted to muster up any real zingers.

Scumtober 2023 Masterlist

[ally-yoop]

It had been some time since your last quest; however, the king urgently requested you retrieve a lost treasure rumored to be hidden in the minotaur's labyrinth. You worked your way through countless turns and puzzles, nearly pushing your mind to its limit. You were beyond weary by the time you reached the center of the maze. However, the treasure that awaited you was not one that you expected....

The weight of your heavy armor is being taken off of your body, large hands pushing the pieces onto the stone floor. Those same hands begin to gently urge your towards a collection of large pillows you hadn't seem to notice till now. "Such a smart and brave tiny knight, not many are strong enough to conquer my maze...such a feat deserves to be rewarded, no?" You're laid across the bed of pillows, the Bull taking up the space between your legs. "Relax, there's no need to think about anything anymore. Such a talented and smart mind needs to rest. Doesn't it?".  He leans forward to begin a trail of kisses at your neck, lavishing the spots that make you squirm with licks and sucks. He continues downward, stopping just short of between your legs. Your hips subconsciously try to buck closer to his face, chasing the pleasure you so crave. He chuckles deeply and lays his arm across your hips, pinning them in place. "Aww such a desperate little whelp, I'll give you what you need. Can you do just one last thing for me? You can be my good little whelp, can't you?" He places another kiss on your stomach, you grip the pillows beneath you and try your best to focus on his words. "I need my precious little knight to go dumb for me, absolutely no thoughts in that head of yours. All you need to do is mindlessly buck and grind against my tongue. You can be a good whelp for me and cum yourself dumb, can't you? Now, be sure to grip my horns nice and tight whelp, I want that head nice and empty."

[werewo1fbutch]

mmmm thinking about being a knight who loves taking royals down a peg.

maybe after conquering their kingdom. or, maybe they're my royal ward who just loves and craves being taken by their knight.

that's right, highness. that sweet mouth of yours has been left pathetically unused your whole life. don't worry, that ends now. you'll forget how to even talk once my fingers curl into your hair and I fuck your mouth with an iron grip. not looking so stately, are we now, highness? better not get any drool on my boots or greaves or you'll be licking it up and making it up to me with your cunt.

poor thing. you've been so led astray... head filled with thoughts of grandure and command. you're all mine now. safe and kept. my sweet highness - collared and leashed to the belt that I wear over my gleaming armor. always at the perfect height to lord over and facefuck

[b0y0rgy]

very knightxknight brained today

helping each other remove armor after a long day serving your king, washing off the days sweat and dirt in front of the fireplace, just to finally tumble into the bed you share. you'll both have to be out early in the morning, but hes been working you up on purpose all day; being rougher than necessary during sparring, whispering dirty things in your ear while on guard, rubbing your thigh under the table at dinner. now youre here, holding down large, broad shoulders as you suck and lap at his chest, grinding hard, wet tdicks together. you both know he's stronger than you and could easily overpower you without even thinking too hard about it, but it only makes you harder to know he chooses not to. its not long before you're both finishing, shaking and desperate and dripping all over the sheets and the blankets and each other, groans echoing under high ceilings. you lay over him, exhausted and panting into each others mouths, rubbing gently at his hole as you both drift off

[chainymail]

Need someone bratty enough to make me keep the armor on. Its heavy, its hot, there's sweat dripping down my chest, it makes me slow and I so need my hips move faster, and fuck it I'm in charge here I'm the one with the sword at my hip, but...if you really do like the feel of steel against your thighs, if you like to hold onto the soft leather straps at my joints, if you want the mail to rub you raw and pink, if the extra weight on top of you is going to make it better, if you cant stop begging and whining and pawing at my hard edges, I could be convinced.