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yk what a while back, i saw someone bitching about having nsfw work in their explore feed, and they were pretty much QUOTING the exact shit i posted—just fucking block me ffs🙄 let me be freaky im just a girl

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y’all wanted knight iwa🫡

VENUST

knight!iwaizumi x princess!reader

prologue.

wc. 1.7k

cw. introductions of two protagonists, some world building + a little bit of showing how they interact, (probably) very inaccurate knowledge about royal family protocol, mixing of eras within the monarchy - don’t kill me i don’t care enough to do extensive research

six years ago. . .

the room was much too stuffy for her liking.

the stained glass windows lined the throne room, surrounding them in a kaleidoscope of colors. the high ceilings and intricate art painted on its arch almost always made her dizzy to look up at if she did so for too long. she learned long ago, though, that it was considered “unladylike” to let one’s mouth hang open—her mother claimed it led to the implication of ignorance and stupidity.

she was not stupid.

the royal chambers made her feel oddly small, in a way. the hall that echoed even the faintest of noises, whose doors opened far and wide, creating a straight path to the entrance of the castle. just right outside being the rolling acreage and nearby forest. her home, at times, felt like an enclosure, with nature looking in at her, taunting her.

she sat in her seat by her father, who was laden with purple robes that were usually a deep shade, but with the sun’s catching, resembled a brighter violet. her dress was a similar shade, though a bit lighter, thanks to the family’s modiste. she was finally able to include some input into what she wore—it was her birthday gown, after all.

many said her sixteenth birthday would be magical, full of dinner parties and mounds of gifts from the people of the kingdom. “a day worth celebrating, indeed, for on this day, the princess was born!” many told her.

she was not a fan.

not that she didn’t appreciate the working class because she did, probably far more so than her father. but rather, she did not care for the day in its entirety, due to her presence here, in this uncomfortably warm room, standing before a group of sweaty boys.

the newest recruits for the knight guard were to be officially sworn in today, and naturally, they chose the hottest day of the year in the middle of summer for the ceremony. if it wasn’t so miserable, it would be comical to watch some of them stand still in this godforsakenly humid throne room.

as she looked almost bored at this prospect, she met the eyes of the one she cannot make eye contact with, or else she’d laugh out of turn. and that was truly “unladylike.”

iwaizumi was different from the other knights of the castle, with not having this strange infatuation with her that some of the others had. he treated her highly—even became friends with her. or at least she hoped they were.

she didn’t have many friends.

she met his eyes before looking away, acknowledging his presence while maintaining protocol. it was an important day, after all. along with this formal accolade, there was to be one exemplary knight chosen to take an oath to the crown as personal guard to the princess. he was handpicked by the king and the general of the knight guard.

iwaizumi looked quite dashing in his uniform—the stoic knight, with his armor in perfect position. despite his unruly hair adding a touch of some boyish charm, it was obvious he took this job much more serious than these other upcoming guards.

when the clock and bell struck noon, the king—her father—rose, with her and her mother following, signaling the few new guards to stand still at attention. she noticed the beads of sweat rolling down their temples. with the thick cloth they wore as undergarments to the armor they adorned, it was no wonder why they were roasting like wild pigs.

many elders in the church gathered for the accolade, with the archbishop himself attending and standing at the head of the group, but she most often ignored their presences. she remained civil for appearances, though she did not want to surround herself with their ungodly diction used to describe women.

the king cleared his throat, silence washing over the crowd of men. he had a way of demanding respect from people with less than a single word, and they listened, monarch or not.

she could only hope she’d one day be like him.

“today, you all have been chosen to serve the royal family as our trusted knights.”

as her father spoke, her mind wandered many places other than where it should be—listening to him. she thought about what would be served at supper, if her tulips buds in the gardens had bloomed yet, if her handmaid had gotten more sleep recently. but she kept up the façade of a perfect princess quite well, even though all she cared about was this prospective personal guard of hers. she wondered if he’d be nice to her—respect is a given, as a princess, but she wished for someone who was intelligent, resourceful, relatively kind.

she didn’t need a nanny, she needed a protector.

“iwaizumi hajime, step forward.”

she kept a well-trained, impassive expression as her eyes followed iwaizumi’s steps to kneel before the king.

“due to your exemplary performance, you have been chosen to serve as the personal guard to the princess. you will accompany her wherever she may go, and, if the moment may come, you will lay down your life to protect her. do you accept this post?” the king’s voice echoed through the hall, his eyes trained on the young knight.

the air was silent, save for the occasional soft pants from the elders due to this blistering heat. she subconsciously held her breath—what if iwaizumi was to refuse the post? what if she’d been reading too far into their conversations together? did he speak to her out of pure obligation? what—

“i do, your majesty,” iwaizumi answered, his voice confident, “i am honored to serve the crown and to protect the princess.”

the king nodded, turning to look to his daughter. “my child, come forth.”

her heels clicked, clicked, clicked against the stone floor as she approached her father’s throne, awaiting further instruction. he grabbed the family’s sword from his sheath, the pure steel of the blade shining in the high noon light.

he handed her the weapon, silently prompting her to be the one to dub iwaizumi as knight. as she stood before iwaizumi, his head was low, his gaze to the ground.

“iwaizumi hajime,” she said, “i dub thee sir iwaizumi, of the royal kingdom.”

current day. . .

“did you hear of my newest purchase of some land by the sea, your highness? i hear the coast is your favorite this time of year.”

linked arm-in-arm in the gardens with her newest suitor, she was beginning to regret accepting his invitation of a turn about the grounds. the garden, full of her favorite flowers, felt sacred to her, for it was her place to hide, to roam about when she felt overwhelmed with the world.

she glanced back at iwaizumi, who walked several paces behind them as their chaperone. his face remained expressionless, betraying none of his thoughts to her.

“my newest estate will have the finest of homes,” the suitor continued on and on, “with one very beautiful princess enhancing its beauty.”

she couldn’t hold in her soft laugh. “how very bold of you to assume such a thing.”

he gave her a questioning look, so she clarified, “how very arrogant of you that you’d assume i’d be swayed by a mere scenic view.” her tone was polite as could be, but her words were blunt. many had viewed the princess as rude with her words, claiming she did not think before speaking.

but trust in the fact that she definitely had been thinking of this since the stroll began.

plus, the men who claimed such things were prior suitors who were rejected by the princess. they claimed she sought the impossible: love.

“love, in a time of building alliances? how utterly outlandish,” they said.

maybe so, but she knew what she wanted.

she looked back again at iwaizumi, her eyes giving him a telling sign to intervene. in a matter of seconds, he approached the two and announced, “your highness, the king has requested your assistance. it sounded rather urgent.”

she hid her smile and looked back at her trusty knight, then to the suitor. “oh, dear,” she said softly, “i am terribly sorry, your grace, but my father requires my presence.”

the man only forced a polite nod and waved a hand, watching her and iwaizumi walk back to the castle’s doors.

“thank you.”

he only hummed. “not a fun one, i presume?”

she cut her eyes at him, watching him stifle a grin. iwaizumi had warned her of the duke before he even arrived, having heard stories from the maids, who heard them from those in the market downtown. the princess chose to ignore them, wishing to give him at least one chance.

oh, how wrong she was.

nonetheless, she couldn’t help her own smile that slowly overtook her face. “not fun at all, this man was thinking he could barter a marriage with a coastline estate.”

“what a fool, to think you can be bought like some animal.”

she sighed, letting her shoulders finally slump once they walk through the doors into the quiet castle. “i fear there is not a royal soul in ilithiya who is not a brash, insolent… barbarian.”

he nodded along, listening to her exasperated sighs and frustrated words. “you will find someone, princess. someone who values you and loves you as yourself.”

“possibly.” they reached her chamber doors. “unless the most perfect man has been right in front of me this entire time, i’m not too sure.”

iwaizumi felt his heart sting just a little. if he’d been born with royal blood… maybe he could have swayed her.

maybe she could’ve even fallen in love with him.

“i understand, princess. but for now, you should rest before supper,” he nodded as he opened her door for her, “i will be right outside.”

after entering her room, she leaned against her door, letting his words sink in. he would “be right outside”—a phrase he always said to her before she retired for the afternoon or evening. his way of reminding her that he was always there to protect her.

he was her shield.

granted, it was his duty.

but was that all it was?

introductions. ♛ ⚔︎

᯽ princess yn.

22. princess of the kingdom of ilithiya.

᯽ sir iwaizumi.

24. knight, personal guard to the princess.

notes. ✎ᝰ

᯽ purple is the color of royalty, due to the rarity of its dye. clothes with this dye were expensive, so only the wealthy (royalty) could afford it.

᯽ accolade: “knighting” / the ceremony of granting knighthood.

᯽ kneeling with a bowed head is most common in religious worship, so the fact that iwaizumi did so while being dubbed a knight by the princess conveys his upmost respect for her.

table of contents.

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if we’re on the happy trail train…

salt and pepper happy trail + dilf iwa

thank you for coming to my ted talk

- love bug <3 🐞

18+

dry humping with dilf!iwaizumi—

in which he's down to nothing but his boxer briefs, and your panties are long-since lost somewhere between the kitchen and the bedroom.

and you're too distracted by the pretty sight of the salt and pepper trail of hair that starts below his bellybutton and disappears beneath his waistband. too enamoured to realize how you've shifted up his body, moving from straddling his hips to his waist, until the coarse hairs of his happy trail brush against your clit.

until you suddenly can't stop whining and desperately rocking your hips into the maddening tease of friction that's wholly different from the thick outline of his cock but a sensation that leaves you shaking with need nonetheless—

you come like that, slick and wet and trembling as you leave behind a sticky trail of your arousal. whining his name as you hump his firm abdomen while he stuffs a finger inside of you from behind to meet your thrusts until you go toppling over the end.

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more knight iwaizumi PLEASE I BEG

me wanting to write a whole story about knight!iwaizumi and princess!reader… i might do it (if there’s enough peer pressure…)

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Dry humping with Iwa after he has a rough day at work. He always comes home to you complaining about all of the idiots he works with, but he never seems genuinely bothered. When he came home today though, you could see the tension in his shoulders and the subtle twitch in his eye. You being the most amazing girlfriend in the world (according to Haji) offer to help Haji relieve some of his stress. You gently lead him towards the oversized couch and order him to sit. You give him a shoulder massage and leave teasing kisses against the column of his neck. Haji's subtle groans start to pick up in volume and you maneuver to the front of the couch to take your rightful seat on his lap. You connect your lips in a searing kiss and grind your hips into his leisurely. His lips push against yours harder as he wraps both of his arms around your back. He bites yours lips eagerly and pushes your body harder into him. You two are desperately grinding against each other and panting into each others open mouths. Haji pulls back from your lips and releases an uncharacteristically loud gasp as you feel warmth puddle under you. You smile to yourself and pinch his cheek " Feeling better?"

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the princess and her honorable knight, who she has to practically beg to let her suck him off because he’s convinced that his lady should NEVER have to stoop so low as to sink on her knees for him.

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man who says “that’s my girl” when he feels your squeeze around his cock, grinning with every pulse

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cw: age gap, dom/sub relationship, degradation, overstimulation, use of ‘daddy’ several times, brief fingering, leashing/collaring, dacryphilia, breeding, uhhh this is pure filth... overall suga is one mean mf

when you gave the kind, older man a chance several months back, you were happily surprised by his sweet gestures: your favorite flowers ‘just because’, "be ready at 7" texts with a romantic dinner, and nothing but the most respectful touches.

he was perfect—he just always made you feel so special.

but when you finally got sugawara into bed, you were in way over your head. and even now... he surprised you. every time.

“fuck, you’re so wet,” his voice was low, a wicked smile on his face, “was it really just from this toy? or were you thinking ‘bout me too?”

with your vibrator buzzing against your swollen clit at high frequencies, it took everything in you to just hold onto the sheets for dear life and just take it. with your back arched and ass up, your glistening pussy on display for him like the yummiest of buffets.

“p-please,” you cried halfheartedly, “‘m sorry, i—“

your words died in your throat with a sharp spank to your ass, reducing your sounds to a whimpering squeak and sob as your head fell into the pillow.

“nuh uh, don’t gimme that shit. you’re not sorry, don’t lie. you wanted this,” he sneered, slapping your pussy, “fuckin’ slut.” every filthy word was clearly articulated, causing liquid fire to climb up your spine, leaving you burning even hotter.

you looked back at him with softer, more genuinely pleading eyes, a stark contrast to earlier when you had been testing his patience and restraint a little too much throughout the day, starting with you making him breakfast with his shirt and no panties. then sending him increasingly inappropriate pictures of you on the couch, in the shower. but whatever remained of his patience ended when he returned home, exhausted and pent up, and caught you fucking yourself in your shared bed.

he did not take kindly to that.

“please,” you panted out, your thighs shaking, “i—”

another smack to your pussy. “who are you talking to right now?” his voice was low, without an ounce of kindness in it.

“daddy, please…” your voice trailed off.

“use your words, baby,” he gritted, “or else you’re gonna be counting how many times i spank your ass and your pussy.”

you whined out a pitiful little, “wan’ y’cock,” and almost screamed when he changed a setting on the vibrator. fuck, you wanted—needed to come; he’d been torturing you with the bullet for an hour now.

and to your utter disbelief, he actually laughed, almost right in your face. it was a mocking, mean laugh, as if you were stupid to even suggest such a thing. “you know the rules. say them.”

after no immediate answer, he slapped your ass again, causing you to recite out a half-moan of “naughty girls don’t get dick, and they don’t get to come.”

“good to know you’re not completely brainless,” he grunted, changing the setting once again on the toy. he shoved one finger—barely not enough—between your folds, curling right up against that soft spongy spot that made you scream. “god, y’still so fucking tight. pussy just loves me, doesn’t she?”

you squealed out a broken form of “daddy!” before squirting that hot liquid right on his hand and the bedsheets that he just washed.

you weakly looked back, your eyes hazy from your searing hot orgasm, and you almost felt the need to run. the look in sugawara’s eyes were dark, where pools of black occupied where his irises once were.

“i didn’t tell you to come,” he said too calmly, “and you already messed up the clean sheets.”

you vainly tried to crawl away, but he grabbed your ankle, pulling you back toward him like you were weightless. “fuckin’ slut, never listenin’ to what i say.”

you heard the familiar jingle of metal, and your eyes widened. “‘m sorry, i’m sorry,” she babbled, “‘m sorry daddy, couldn’t—”

upon feeling the familiar collar around your already marked throat, a pitiful little whine escaped your lips. “please…”

with a pull on the leash, tugging you back slightly, sugawara hissed, “repeat the rules.”

your cheeks were flushed scarlet, and in a shaky voice, you murmured, “naughty girls don’t get dick, and they don’t get to come.”

unsatisfied, he slapped her swollen, sensitive core, almost to the point of pain. “cut the shit. louder.”

“naughty girls don’t get dick, and they don’t get to come,” you repeated, louder this time, with any shame you once had thrown out the window.

he hummed, lying back on the bed. with another tug on the leash, he ordered, “now ride me, you fuckin’ freak.”

with high hopes and absolutely no pushback, you mounted him excitedly and—

he stuffed your mouth with your dirty panties that he found between the soiled bedsheets and instructed, “face away from me. whores who don’t listen don’t get to look at me.”

with a whimper, you slowly sunk down on him, hearing a guttural groan from behind you. immediately, he tugged on the collar, urging you to move with no time to adjust.

“daddy—” you moaned, your voice muffled by your own undergarments.

“move.”

and who were you to disobey?

with every jerk of the leash choking the collar against your throat, you followed the rhythm he set, completely cockdrunk and mewling with every bounce.

“m-my legs—ah!” your legs burned from exertion, the smoldering ember at the bottom of your belly igniting once more.

“don’t you dare fuckin’ come, filthy girl,” he groaned, halting your movement to thrust up into you, selfishly chasing his own high. the gag smothered your sounds of ecstasy, his own moans drowned out by the lewd slaps of his skin against yours.

“this is what you fuckin’ wanted, isn’t it?” he laughed, “to be fucked dumb by some dirty old man?”

you didn’t respond—how could you, when you were too fucked out to even say your own name?

his calloused hand gripped your jaw, forcing your face to look back at him with tears staining your face. “stare at me while i fuck you—don’t you dare look away,” he growled, “look so pretty when you cry f���me.”

with every bruising snap of his hips, more tears trickled down your cheeks, smearing your mascara on the skin of your cheeks.

"there we go, fucking take it," he snarled, "be a good little cumslut and take it all."

with your voice stifled by the fabric and the musky taste of your own essence, you moaned, ready to crest that hill, so close... so close—

then he stopped.

"nuh uh," he gripped the collar itself and pulled, her back flush with his chest, "i get to come first." and before you could even blink, his cock bullied itself in and out of you like his life depended on it, like you were made for nothing else other than being his pretty little toy.

suppressed screams echoed throughout the bedroom, but his voice was crystal clear, cutting through all your sobs and mewls. "look up and watch me fuck this pretty pussy."

with hazy, blurry vision, you looked up at the mirror above the bed, bearing witness to his relentless pounding into your poor, abused cunt. it was like you were made for him, and him alone. and oh god, that sweet, unbearable pressure in your belly began to build and build and build—

"look at ya, such a pretty thing," he huffed in your ear with his eyes glued to the mirror, watching right where he disappeared inside you and, fuck, seeing that creamy white ring form at the base of his cock, "gonna let me come in this tight little hole, hm?"

all you could do was nod, everything feeling so tight in the best way. he tore the gag out of your mouth, wishing to receive more than a shake. "tell me sweetheart, ya want my babies?"

"yes," your voice was nothing but a broken sob, "yesyesyesyes—"

a slap on the tit and a pinch of your nipple made you cry out louder, barely hearing sugawara's "yes what?"

it took everything in you to manage out a little "yes sir" before he gave one final thrust, bottoming out inside you to release. and oh, that warm feeling in your belly just felt so good...

but then he just kept. going.

"then take every fucking drop." your whimpers were continuous with every thrust as you listened to the lewd squelching of his cum trickling out of you, further soiling the sheets. "take every drop and come for me, pretty girl."

a/n: hehe this was fun

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mdni. do not copy, alter, or repost my work. ©bedcchem 2025.

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im still thinking about messy pussy eater kita btw i don’t think i’ll ever get over this shit BYE

bye this turned into a blurb but gd kita the man you are.....

mdni, nsfw

he closes his eyes to fully enjoy that shit, pinning your legs down and eating it like a man starved. he is still fully clothed because he is only there for your pleasure. because let's be honest, he fully gets off on hearing how good he's making you feel.

he'd rut himself into the mattress and come in his pants before he stopped good lord. humming and moaning into your pussy because, to him, this is best moment of his life. talking absolute nonsense too, he's so pussy drunk. "taste so good, darlin" and "come for me again"

he never forgets his manners either! always remembering to ask please when he tells you to come and thank you when you do. and he never lacks on the compliments either, "you sound so pretty" and "god you're perfect"

he'd overstim the hell out of you, but he doesn't mean ill by it, promise! you're begging him for a break and he's begging you for "just one more." but it's never just one more, he can't help it, he's just too obsessed with you to stop now <3

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Im rooting for all knights/bodyguards who are in love with their charge/the one they are sworn to protect

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now im just thinking about tender newlywed missionary yall exhaust me

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mattsun finds out you like being choked so he makes a habit of subtly pressing his fingers against your neck in public just to fuck with you

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update guys i WAS ovulating and it got WORSE

no actually you don’t ever think about osamu fucking you on the counter of onigiri miya well after the restaurant is closed, where he pulls your hair and tells you how proud he is of you from whatever you accomplished that day… never…

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kita's not a fan of messes but he'll make an exception for making you squirt

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not hq related but when higuruma gets animated in jjk s3, i WILL be sitting on his face thank you very much

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no actually you don’t ever think about osamu fucking you on the counter of onigiri miya well after the restaurant is closed, where he pulls your hair and tells you how proud he is of you from whatever you accomplished that day… never…