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service top knight who would do anything his prince asks, and prince who loves phrasing everything as a royal decree- send post

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It's not enough to call your knight a "good boy". Sometimes you've got to hit him with a "you're the only one worthy to sit at my feet".

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Every prince should put himself in just a little bit of danger from time to time as enrichment for his knight. It doesn't need to be dire, unless that's what works for your dyad. Yes, the knight forgetting his station to demand, sometimes physically, that you avoid such rash and thoughtless action is part of it. You'll know he's properly enriched when you wind up with a bastard heir. Trust the process ♡

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Third base is getting stabbed in the stomach and slumping forward with your chin on their shoulder and blood dripping from your mouth

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i’m such a sucker for having my jaw held. one hand gently resting on my neck and moving up, snapping my attention directly to you as your nails gently sink in to make sure i’m paying attention.

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Bro, we are cooked. The knight that dogs the prince's shadow like a dark and silent wraith just knelt to press his forehead to the prince's hand. Yeah, now he's uttering a prayer whose recipient is ostensibly God but in reality is the deified version of the prince that exists only in his mind. Aaand the prince just caressed his cheek to preemptively grant him absolution. I gotta... I gotta get out of here.

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whats that kink called that you get from reading too much fantasy lit as a child that makes you want to be tortured in front of someone who loves you so you can see the pleading desperation in their eyes and hear how much they love you in between the cracks of their voice and really truly believe they would do anything to save you. also you get to look so cool and brave and covered in blood and soooo able to withstand pain haha no just me? ok

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a knight limping and bloodied, clutching their chest and wheezing, struggling to draw air into weary, burning lungs.

not because of the battle, no— they’re simply leaving their liege’s quarters for the night.

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remember-- a healthy knight needs adequate interaction with other knights. it's important to arrange for your knight to have time in the training yard, sparring and wrestling with the others. it's alright if it turns into rutting and biting on the dusty ground-- they need to get it out of their system, if they're ever going to keep their cool while in service. they're trained for so much worse, a little roughhousing is good for them.

(and, of course, once they're sweaty and panting and exhausted, it's all too easy to lead your knight to a secluded room and have your way with them. they'll be so much more well behaved afterwards-- a tired knight is a good knight.)

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The Virtue of Patience

Patience is a virtue, or so they say.

I say what virtue is there in caring little for the haste of your desire? What worth has the object of your patience if it does not stir you?

Virtue lies only in donning the mask of patience. Of leashing the longing that writhes within. Of persisting, utterly affected, in keeping to your place.

It is no feat to remain still when nought is felt. Be set ablaze and let the inferno consume you, then speak to me of patience.

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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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Gladiatorial Knights

Laborers plucked from their forges and farms, prisoners from their cells, enemies from the battlefield, all for the grandest, bloodiest tournament in the realm- a gladiatorial arena prepared for duels, jousts, and all-out brawls.

They’ll fight for every scrap of armor and makeshift weapon. Every shard of shattered pottery, fractured bone, or blunted blade tossed in to raise the stakes. The longer the competition draws on, the more harrowed, the more brutal the competitors become. Their bodies grow covered in the spoils and consequences of their gruesome victories.

Those that last to the final round earn a brief reprieve. Nobles bid to claim them for their stables, feeding and watering the warriors and bestowing them with their heraldry and the finest arms and armors, steeds, and lances in the realm. They have mere days to prepare their charges for the final phase. A gory joust and the cutthroat, final melee.

Only one survivor will emerge, knighted and reborn in their rivals blood, to claim the feared and revered role of personal guardian to the sadistic crown prince.

It’ll be a wonder if there’s any light left in the victor’s eyes.

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I need more about the whump potential of PINING. The idea that a character can’t sleep because so much of their thoughts are consumed by the person they are pining for? Losing their appetite because they are so consumed by their feelings for that person? Feeling sick with jealousy, or unable to identify why this person makes them feel so strange whenever they are around each other? Friends and family asking what is wrong or if they are alright because they are so distracted, and behaving unlike themself? Mmm, good shit.

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thinking about being a knight's lord. it's a lot of pressure, to handle something so devoted and deadly-- you must keep absolute control of yourself and your knight at all times. any waver in your resolve, any doubt, and your knight will feel it, will grow uncertain and insecure. a tight leash is comforting, after all, to a knight-- it's your duty to ensure it stays constant and reassuring, to provide a firm hand to tug against or lean into in turn.

your duty extends to all parts of life. battle, tourneys, balls, and meetings-- your knight will look to you for how to respond. when they're bloodstained and shaking, it will be your task to wipe the blood away, to put them back together. everything in its proper place; you must know your knight inside and out. you must never lose control of yourself, must never shout at your knight, nor strike them-- a knight is sturdy against enemies, but desperate to please their lord. do not take advantage of this.

if you handle your knight well, you will never know a love as devoted or unwavering. they will look at you with the simple, feverish love of a beloved hound. it is important that this loyalty be tended to in return. order your knight to sit at your feet; stroke their hair as you look over letters and treaties, reward them for their service and devotion. let them sleep in your bed, in your arms-- tell them that they please you greatly, tell them to bend over so you can reward them. absolute control in all things, even this; a deadly, unwavering animal, spread out beneath you, eager to please. heaven can be found on earth, if you look for it in a knight.

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[Themes: knight x royal, voyeurism, corrupt knight. inspired by this shitpost that got way more attention than i expected]

Through the crack in the open door, I watch you, always.

Loyal, respectful, dutiful as I am. I was trained to protect you, sworn to serve you, born to be only ever yours. I am there whenever you need me, and I am there when you don’t. Stationed in place, I am your chained dog, and my leash is rusting. In this steel suit I am a prisoner of my desires, the visor, my self indulgent watchtower.

I hear the way you sigh after a long day, sinking into the steaming water to ease your aching muscles, I can smell the scent of roses kissing your skin, it should be me, I watch the way you soap the under swell of your chest, how the blades of your shoulders taunt and tense, fingering through the knots in your hair, it should be me, the water glistening over porcelain skin, I am dying of thirst and you are my mirage.

It is always the maids lucky enough to tend to you - I am nothing but the one that will die for you. You, with a voice as sweet a caged canary, You, with a laugh so decadently taunting, forever tugging and teasing and grinding down the whetstone of my resolve.

I’m growing numb to the bloodshed, your highness, when the sword severes steel, I feel nothing. I need something more, something soft to bludgeon into, to have you all mine and all malleable in my battered palms. I want to hear my name without the god forsaken title, hear how you cry it out like your eulogy, mount and mold you like the hell-hound i am, purify me with just one touch, I will defile you, hold you down and play my gauntlets through your tender mouth, feel the metal caress and crack the notches of your gums, lap upon you with the lust of diábolos’ forked tongue. They fed you the silver spoon far too young, you need breaking down, I need building up --

"My knight? I'm finished, you can enter now!"

How sweet of you, how lovely you look, how unknowing you are...

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It's a very important royal duty to line your knights up for their scheduled T shots. Please do remember otherwise they become harrowed as fuck n start smacking their face against any reflective surface and the castle falls into COMPLETE disarray. Give them a slap and a smooch after too as this is proven to boost morale

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stop saying 'i have a crush' and start saying 'i'm staking my claim' it has an aire of regal dominance that tired and submissive knights will find irresistible