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bpd culture is loving them so much that they’re becoming the death of you

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IM IN LOVE WITH OBJECTS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IM GONNA FUCK MY PRINTER !!!!!!!!!!!!!????? YOURE NEXT MAYBE ??????

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one must imagine sisyphus grinding his penis on the rock, moaning wantonly

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ahaha brooooo you have to check out how soft the skin on my inner thigh is this shit is crazy. no like just put your palm there and gentle caress with your thumb lmao it's like nuts you've gotta check this shit out. please.

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nyaa

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breeding mount with hot swappable onahole slot

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Sonic definitely has a thing for robogore and wireplay from his lifelong experience of busting eggman's bots/tech especially metal sonic which he likely knows which part of the bot to break and pull out the wires to play with

Eggman: What makes you so determined to destroy my robots?!?

Sonic: You really wanna know?

Eggman: Of course I do! Many have tried to stop me before but none have been as dead set on destroying my machines as you.

Sonic: Alright, you asked for it. *whispers into Eggman's ear* I have a robot gore fetish and I get off to this.

Eggman: What?!? That's ridiculous!

Sonic: It's true. Taking apart your robots, ripping out their wires with my bare hands, it's the only thing that turns me on these days. Metal Sonic's my favorite because it's like I'm doing it to myself.

Eggman: Even if it was true, why even tell me the truth? You could just lie.

Sonic: Because no one will ever believe you. And now you have to live with the knowledge that every time you try to take over the world, you're letting me live out my wildest and wettest dreams.

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divine right of kings, but make it horny. knight forced to kneel on the floor and watch as their prince pleasures himself — because the prince is something inherently holy, and they are but a living weapon, allowed to look but not touch, no matter how much they tug against their bindings. is bearing witness to such a sight not honour enough? perhaps they need another lesson in obedience.

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“I am the prince,” you huff. Your cheeks are rose bright in fury and embarrassment.

“Then start acting like it,” your knight grunts. He presses one hand over your mouth. The calluses are hard against your soft lips. His other hand tugs down your pants.

He has you pinned against the side of your bed. You couldn't move if you wanted to. Those thick, calloused fingers dip into your center, coming back wetted with your arousal. At his touch you nearly collapse.

“My prince, you're practically dripping. Let's get you out of those clothes before you ruin them.” He takes his hand off your mouth and begins stripping you as easily as he would doff his own armor.

“You can't treat me like this,” you hiss. Anger makes you want to dig your nails into him and leave thick raised lines behind.

As you spoke he had stripped himself bare as well. “Stop me then.” He pushes your chest, causing you to topple backwards onto your blankets. He parts your thighs. “Give the order. Command me, and I will stop.”

You snarl at him even as a shiver of desire rolls through you. He smirks. It's an easy thing to step between your knees, to return a hand to your mouth and lean his weight on you so that you're firmly held against the mattress. His other hand reaches for your center again. He slicks his fingers, pumping them in and out of you, smiling at your muffled moans. When he turns those fingers to the head of your cock you jolt as if struck by lightning. No one had ever touched you there. And here he was, thick fingers toying with you, stroking you like it was the easiest, most natural thing in the world. That, perhaps, was the thing that unraveled you the fastest. You arched your back, hips canting up to meet his hand as your orgasm rushed through you. In that moment you were thankful that his hand was over your mouth after all.

Your knight grins and pulls his hands back. Once you've caught your breath he speaks. “Order me to stop. This will be the last chance I give you tonight. Order me or submit and be my plaything to use to get pleasure however I see fit. Command me to stop, or give up being the prince with me for just one night.”

You glare up at him from the bed. “Don't you dare stop.”

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fun fact. princes look cute with their knight’s cum all over their face.

princes look even cuter eagerly watching their knight jack off in front of them, looking but not touching, waiting to be covered in cum and praised for being so patient.

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one for my subby knights 🫶

do you ever think about the divine right of royalty? the idea that i was hand picked by the gods, not just to rule, but to be above you? whether you believe it was out of devotion to the gods or to the crown, you were always destined to kneel. the exact way you bury your face between my legs until your jaw gives out was written in the stars, dearest. it’s always been certain that my hands would be tangled in your hair, holding you tight against me until i’m satisfied. there was nothing you could have done differently, you were always going to be mine.

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thinking about your loyal hound coming back from defending your honor. bloody, sweaty, and breathing heavily. wincing at your touch, but looking at you with the deepest loyalty in their eyes

removing their leathers slowly, and kissing their wounds better, before giving up your honor to them instead

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knight mumbling oaths of fealty against his prince's skin and feeling him shudder in response

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thrusting into a prince so hard that their thighs get bruised from slapping against my armor over and over for hours

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"Sire, it appears dessert is ready to be served." One of the servants speaks to the crown prince with a smile, looking him up and down as the prince crosses his legs. He is... oddly warm- wet, even.

"Ah, but, dear servant of mine..." The prince stifles a whimper as he tenses his legs, giving his tcock stimulation that he didn't mean to prompt just yet. "There is no plate in your hand, nor anything on the table... whatever could you mean?"

The servant merely chuckles, taking the prince by the neck and hearing him squeak as he's promptly forced over the clothed dining table before him. They relish in his slight squirming, though there is no sign of him saying the word to stop. "Your highness, certainly you can't be that daft."

The prince turns to look up at the one holding him down, eyes hazy with a desire that he didn't think he'd dare feel at a time like this. He feels another hand reach down, slinking beneath his trousers to prod and stroke at the inner walls of his boypussy. The royal whines, far too sensitive to fully keep his mouth shut.

"You ARE the dessert..."

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I'm such a slut for knights. Rugged and chronically tired looking. A face hidden behind a helmet until they tilt it up and I see the graces of their jaw and lips. They're so much bigger than I am in practically every aspect, after all I am simply a sheltered prince. They could hold me against a wall and I would be simply powerless, as well as extremely wet.

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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)