#ask the royal knights

[pillowprince-playroom]

You said if I wanted a short story to just hit you up. Sooooo, I'm hitting you!

Prince being spanked. With a sprinkle of forcemasc maybe? Please and thank you, your highness :)

Oh yesss! This is an invitation to anyone btw. I'm a writer at heart so I looove to be given ideas for snippets!

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Prince x Knight, contains: spanking, (implied) dysphoria, forcemasc, fingering, skirts, could be read as dubcon in the beginning

The throne room is already mostly empty when the Knight comes to pick up his Prince. It is late in the evening, the courtiers have left and only servants are still milling about. When he steps around the collumn blocking his view of the throne, his jaw clenches.

Sitting on the throne, his face buried in his hands, is the Prince. He doesn't look like himself. The hair under his crown is artfully coiled instead of brushed back like usual. Long, white gloves cover his hands and up past his elbows.

"What is this, then, your Highness," the Knight asks as he steps up.

The Prince twitches in surprise.

"I was under the impression you didn't enjoy wearing dresses, my Prince."

He sighs. "Princess, dear Knight."

"No," the Knight growls.

A moment of silence follows. Then, the Prince stands up, his skirts cascading down his legs. "Yes. It has to be."

Blinding rage bubbles inside of the Knight. He reaches out, barely thinking and grasps the Prince's arms. "I would not care if you had simply found a love for dresses, but this is ridiculous. I think you need to be taught that a Prince doesn't debase himself, doesn't make himself small for the benefit of others."

The Prince stares at him. His eyes are wide.

"Come here," the Knight commands as he pull his Prince around to the side of the throne and gives him a shove over the arm rest. "I'll teach you, little Prince." With that, he grasped the hem of the skirts and unceremoniously lifted them up, exposing the Prince's bare ass.

"What are you-" The Prince's question is cut off by a sharp slap landing on his cheek.

In quick succession, five more slaps land. "I told you I am teaching you. I'll do this until you promise never to pretend to be a girl again."

"You can't do that," the Prince shrieks. "I'm a Prince! Fuck, a Princess I mean! Spanking my bare ass is-"

"Exactly what you asked for," the Knight replies. "Skirts and no small clothes, that is called easy access, my Prince. If you wish to prevent this in the future, I suggest wearing your trousers instead."

The Prince whines. "What if someone sees?"

"They will see a silly boy disciplined. I suggest you apologise quickly."

Another whine as two hard slaps land on his thighs. "Ow, stop! Please, it hurts!"

He doesn't let up. "Say you are a Prince."

"But I have-"

A light tap lands between the Prince's flailing thighs. It shuts him up. "A dripping boycunt and a hard cock. Yes, I noticed." The Knight runs his fingers between his legs, finding the cock at the top. "See? Princesses don't have hard dicks like this."

"It's not a-"

Another tap lands on the slick entrance. "Don't think I won't spank you here too."

The Prince struggles against the strong hand holding him down. "No! Not there! Not on my cock, please!"

Above him, the Knight smiles. "Whatever you wish, your Highness. See? It's not so hard to admit. Are you ready to promise not to play Princess again?"

For a moment, the Prince is silent. His hole is leaking steadily. Then, with a quiet, almost shy voice, he says "I think I have not learned my lesson quite yet. Maybe you should put me over your knee instead."

He doesn't answer, instead just pulling the Prince up by the back of his dress, stepping around the throne to sit down, and throwing the Prince over his knee unceremoniously. His skirts get bunched up again. "Like this, your Highness?"

His only reply is a nod.

The rhythm he sets is slow and even, raining firm slaps onto the already pink cheeks before him. He feels the Prince tense in his lap but relax into the steady sensations. A few moments pass by.

"Learned your lesson yet, your Highness?"

The Prince scoffs. "You know what I want."

"I want you to say it, my Prince," the knight easily retorts, not leaving up on his smooth slaps.

"Fine," the Prince bites out and hangs his head. "Will you please finger my boycunt while you spank me?"

The Knight hums. "Who is asking?"

"No one," comes the biting reply that loses some of it's verocity to the faint motions of the Prince's hips. "Your Prince is demanding."

Finally satisfied, the Knight slides two thick fingers between wet folds and teases them over the hole before pressing in. He savors the deep groan his Prince makes in reply. "Good boy."

It doesn't take much of the fingers sliding in and out and a practiced thumb rubbing his cock before the Prince starts to clench and writhe. His cheeks burn from the continued slaps. He barely registers the Knight stopping the spanking in favour of rubbing his red butt because he finally tenses fully and cums with a desperate whine.

"No more Princess nonesense?" the Knight asks after a brief pause to let the Prince catch his breath. At the answering nod, he stands up and lits the Prince into his arms so they can kiss while he steps down from the throne. "Let's go and get you out of this costume then."

[flos-obsessivus]

Greetings!

We hope this letter finds you in Jolly times, the brave men and women in the front decided to send some trinkets from our recent victories! (We hope they reach you and our darling Prince ;] )

However, our morale has not been entirely sturdy and we hope to hear how the festivities are going.

How is our darling Prince, Lilian doing? We know not of his condition nor if he has any plans with family and friends, would you be so kind as to share some stories to lighten the mood here in the freezing frontlines?

Lots of Love

- The Royal Knights

Greetings from the castle!

It's great to hear from you all, it has been a while hasn't it? And thank you for your gifts, we'll make sure to put it amongst the pile of gifts he has received. As always, he is loved by everyone here.

The festivities has been a huge success and the prince has enjoyed the 1 week celebration for the holidays. This time, the other staff were planning on making the celebration for the new years to be even longer, but his highness' advisor had to put a stop to it before it gets out of control.

During the holidays, the prince had been adamant on kissing the advisor under the mistletoe, even going as far as to ask us to lead them under one while he waits just out of sight. So far he hasn't been successful in that regard. The closest he has been was right after the holiday ball near the balcony, unfortunately he passed out in their arms a few inches from the advisers face.

Another thing, the prince has been giving gifts to the adviser since the 1st day of the winter month. He has seem to be taken by that song '12 days of Christmas' that has been popular recently, so his gifts followed the lyrics up until the last day. However, it still went on until the 25th, but we never knew what the gifts were past the original 12. The adviser has been secretive in opening the gifts, but they always seem to turn red before rushing off somewhere.

We asked the prince himself but all we get is a dreamy sigh and something about 'toys for the bedroom'. We did not know the adviser likes to play toys in their spare time.

Other than that, the holidays has been good and everyone seems to have a great time here. We of course, also bring gifts for everyone, we understand how cold it is in the frontlines so we have prepared thick blankets and proper cloaks for everyone to enjoy, the kitchen staff also prepared candies and other delicacies to bring in the holiday cheer.

May the Royal Knights prosper and may this holiday bring in joy to everyone!

Yours truly,

The Castle staff

[dooblebugss]

Briefly thought about Tiso and Cloth actually getting titles as Knights under Hornet. I personally like "Tiso the Reckless" and "Cloth the Careful" or "Cloth the Cautious". I think they'd partially come up with these, but at the same time, you can't exactly give yourself a title

[ask-lu-wild]

[veinsfullofstars]

🍷 Kirbtober 2024 Day 22: Ship or Hangout 🍷

(ID: Kirby series fanart of Daroach and Dark Meta Knight overindulging on “fancy grape juice” together, their faces brightly flushed from the several bottles standing empty around them. The thief sits with a glass held loosely in one paw, laughing and resting the other paw on the unmasked knight’s head as he lays sprawled over Daroach’s torso, disgruntled but not particularly inclined to move, his wing lazily draped over them both. END ID.)

“Ha! Who's the *hic* lightweight now, sunshine?”

“Mmrrghshuddup. Smartass rat with your stupid pretty mouth stupid mmghngh..."

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Started on 10/02/24, finished on 10/03/24. | Kirbtober 2023 Comp

[digi-lov]

Sorry about the last ask, forgot to clarify: the regular art of BT5 yellow LordKnightmon. I kinda forgot about the purple Royal Knight one, sorry!

Sorry for the wait! I didn't have the original card in good quality yet, so I had to make the edit first.

LordKnightmon BT5-045 by sasasi from BT-05 Booster Battle of Omni

LordKnightmon BT5-045 Alternative Art by Nakano Haito from the Event Pack 1

[creaturetale-askblog]

A knight, to a prince, to a king…

You have to wonder, did you get to save them all this time?

Creaturetale papyrus… when he’s finally getting to that peaceful part of the timeline. Wanted to show off this man’s over complicated outfit. Most of everything is collected bits and pieces from his own king. Or sans-

[unboundprompts]

Okay so this is a little specific but prompts for yandere sunshine +royal painter × dutiful mother-hen knight ?

Royal Painter x Knight Prompts

-> feel free to edit and adjust pronouns as you see fit.

"Let me paint you," the artist teased, leaning back in their chair to look at the knight standing guard by the door. The princess that the artist was tasked to paint had left the room for a brief moment, leaving them alone with the beautiful knight that had been distracting them the entire session.

"You'll get into trouble," the knight warned. "We'll get into trouble."

The artist just grinned at the knight with a lopsided smile. "I've gotten into trouble for far worse things."

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"I don't understand what you see in me," the knight said offhandedly, voice trained and even. "You've painted queens and kings, and yet, you're entirely too focused on me."

The artist just shrugged, eyes sparkling as they stared up at their knight. "I'm an artist," they responded, "I'm trained to recognize true beauty. And I've found it, not in the queen or king, but in you."

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The knight stood idly by the door as they watched the artist paint the canvas. Their movements were smooth and precise. Almost how the knight was with a sword. They were so unbelievably gentle with their brush strokes. The knight watched the artist mix a few paints together, before their cheeks ignited in a blush because the artist had teasingly announced, "I've caught you staring."

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"Be my muse," the artist begged, touching up a few spots on the painted canvas. Now that the young prince was no longer present, the artist finally had a chance to talk with the knight that had caught their eye.

"The prince is your muse," the knight answered, watching as the artist gently ran their finger over the painted lips of the prince to blend the pink paint.

"The prince is my project," the artist corrected the knight. "A project I am getting paid for to work on. You, on the other hand, are something I want to take on."

The knight willed themselves not to blush.

"Surely, you must be interested?" The artist continued. "Since you're so keen to attend every session?"

"I've been assigned to guard you."

The artist just smiled, focusing their attention back onto the canvas. "Guard me from the couch." They pointed to the couch that the prince had been lounging on only a few moments ago as he posed for the artist. "I will paint you until there is a sign of danger that you must protect me from."

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[deefighter2739]

I got an adorable question for you, Do you think the waddle dees would draw pictures of king dedede or meta knight because of how both meta knight and king dedede love and adore waddle dees. I'm sorry if I didn't phrase this correctly. I just think it's a cute idea

Yes, definitely! Oh my heart…

Waddle Dees would love to make gifts for their caring hero king and his loyal brave knight. Specially after what they did on Forgotten Land! Did you know Meta Knight fought Gorimondo over 30 times just to keep Waddle Dee town safe?

Sure, Kirby may be the one who saves the world. But these two deserve to be someone else's favorite too…

[aychama]

Does chelsea have any maliciouse intent in marrying narinder, like murdering him or abusing him?

Currently no.

She thinks she has a right to marry a king and become a queen. She actually does plan on helping Narinder out because the king that she marries cannot be this pathetic. So she will help him get rid of Kallamar and Shamura, making everything so much more difficult for Lambert and Narinder's relationship.

[danandfuckingjonlmao]

they’re buffoons actually. like so stupid. absolute clowns. sillybillies even.

[thezombieprostitute]

Just leaving this here 🥰🤭

I think what gets me the most is the look in his face. He's sad, doesn't want to, but he has to. He doesn't relish violence but knows its utility. Especially if it means proving himself worthy of your hand.

He was grateful the King had called for games in the fight for your hand, as opposed to actual duels. Rumor had it that was your doing. One of the things Curtis loved about you was that, while every knight had fans who pushed for bloodshed and admired scars, you hated bloodshed and cried over violence. You praised intellect and diplomacy over brute force and intimidation.

But the royal family still needed someone capable of intimidation and shows of force. So while you had some say in who you married, it would still have to be someone with a fighter's background. Thus, the games were called, open to the many lords, and knights of the highest renown.

Curtis had his work cut out for him, but he knew he had to win. Every time he overheard a lord talking about the riches and power you'd give them, he renewed his drive to win. Every time he would look to the royal podium and see you smiling at his victory, it gave him new life.

He vows that he will win the games, earn your hand, and spend the rest of his life doting on you.

Tagging @alicedopey; @icefrozendeadlyqueen; @ronearoundblindly

[good-beansdraws]

Beans I've come to extend my prison sentence imagine paladin Futa with armor eerily reminscent to Amane's outfit in Purge March- just imagine with me for a moment if you with view it fit to do so. Him slowly moving from knight to Paladin due to her religious influence literally blessing him with one more chance to be the hero he wanted to be.

I don't know about the others, but this is 100% swaying me to set you free altogether 👁️👁️ I am. a little crazy about this idea. I'm not the best at character/outfit design so bear with me, but I had so much fun, thank you!!

I know this was likely for mv symbolism purposes, but my mind went spinning with fantasy au thoughts... I just love the thought of Amane finding Fuuta wounded after battle, in which he was stripped of his title and punished for his failures as a knight. He's ready to give up on everything from the guilt, but she offers him shelter and comfort to bring him back from death's door. She assures him he hasn't lost his knighthood, under her. While struggling through his recovery, he tries to swear his loyalty to her, but she refuses every offer. Instead, she tells him that she is just a vessel for her god's work, and he should swear his loyalty to them so that he can begin his work as a hero again under a divine blessing.

Featuring @kyanako5972 's lovely royal Amane design :3

[phishyie]

@theguardianofmagic

Digging through the vault and found these old sketches of these two, almost directly after the original scene I sketched of them! Bowen is a delightful character who I loved to make fun of in my old rp days (re: ten years ago, @heronarose )

For context, Bowen is a knight to the Princess, affectionately called “Darling” by most, save for the knight errant himself. He’s a bit more rigid and a stick in the mud than anyone else in this world, but let’s assume he means well. Guard dog privilege, very repressed feelings, lots of obliviousness (Darling) and yearning (Bowen).

Coincidentally, these two exist in the same universe as Donnie, who I also haven’t drawn in ages… but that’s a story for another day.

Meanwhile, back on the farm, and drawn far more recently - maybe they aren’t kissing, but certainly some not-so-sober longing gazes from one particular knight!

[cherrycherish]

A hedge knight manages to vanquish a troublesome drake, and the local lord rewards him with a title, a small keep, and servants. The twist is, the knight unbirthed the dragon, locking the beast inside of his womb; so now he waddles about with a gut that nearly touches the floor, and requires lots of tending from his manservants~

"M'Lord?" The ever faithful servant Finn carefully applied more salve to his lord's behemoth of a belly, "Are you awake?"

Ash merely let out a pitiful groan in response, his skin stretched by the furious writhing of the drake he'd ensnared inside. From the engorged belly riddled with stretch marks and the miserable noises he was making, most people would never believe he was an accomplished and well respected knight only a month ago.

He hadn't exactly planned on trapping the dragon within himself, it had just sort of happened in the heat of the battle. At first he was convinced that he'd burst like a melon and the dragon would go free, but after spending a whole day clutching his giant gut in agony it became clear that the beast couldn't escape, and slowly, terribly slowly, it was indeed shrinking down. After patiently waiting for oh so long, Ash managed to get to his feet and waddle out of the dragon's lair, the beast easily thrice his size.

The other knights had successfully petitioned the local lord to give him a title for his great feat, and even helped collect the mass of gold the dragon had been hoarding in its lair, leaving Ash with a small mountain of money and a new, rather lavish estate. He felt incredibly grateful as he was certain his days as a knight were now behind him, and the only thing in front of him was his oversized belly.

The servants were also a blessing, as he was much too heavy to do things himself, he doubted he could even get dressed on his own. Finn and Lowry had immediately warmed to him upon being hired, tending to his every need and teasing him for sticking an entire dragon into his cunt. They were the only ones who knew the truth after spending so much time up close and personal with his overtaxed form.

The angry growls and movement were mostly hidden by his layered clothing and fairly reclusive lifestyle, but obviously he couldn't hide the truth from his closest servants. Luckily, they didn't seem bothered by his occupied womb, and he was enjoying finally getting to put his feet up and live a pampered lifestyle, even if he spent at least a quarter of his time nursing a stomachache from hell.

"I'm back!" Lowry said quietly, taking his place at Ash's unoccupied side, handing him a small vial, "The apothecary said that there's no way to force it to shrink any quicker, and this was the only thing that would help. She said you'll likely be stuck dealing with the movement until it shrinks down into an egg."

"And what's the potion do?"

"Erm, she spoke in riddles the whole time, so I'm not entirely sure, something about temperature control. She did advise to place coins in the mattress, apparently it soothes the beast."

Ash studied the murky contents of the vial before figuring that things couldn't exactly get much worse, and swallowed the fluid in one gulp. It tasted strange but not unbearable, and he wondered what exactly it would do to ease his condition.

Finn's warm hands continued to glide across the lord's form, paying extra attention to the angry red stretch marks littering his poor belly.

"Go fetch the lord's meal, it should be nearly ready."

Lowry pouted, climbing out of the large bed, "Fine, but when I get back I'm having a turn rubbing his belly."

Finn smiled and kissed at the skin above Ash's popped belly button, earning him a needy whimper for his efforts. The dragon forced one of its scaled paws against the walls of the womb, making Ash gasp and moan miserably. The dragon's size had diminished enough for it to move around much more freely than when he'd first captured it, before it could hardly move at all and now he feared it was going to rip right out of him.

As the former knight clutched his gut and waited for the beast to settle down, he wondered what that damn apothecary had given him. He still felt irritable and hot and stretched, why wasn't there a potion to shrink oversized lizards?

Lowry soon returned with a large cart of food and the smell of it seemed to settle the dragon, as it stopped trying to force its way out of him and finally curled back up. Ash's gut growled hungrily as his servants went about feeding him.

"I can feed myself, y'know?" He said between bites of food.

"We don't know what's upsetting the drake, M'Lord, it's best if you focus on recovering your strength." Lowry brought another bite to his lord's mouth, "After the beast has shrunk down, you'll have plenty of opportunities to stuff your fat face with your own hands."

"Urp! My face isn't fat."

Lowry eyed the second chin that was slowly sprouting, raising an amused brow at Finn, "Of course, M'Lord."

After an obscene amount of food had been packed into their lord, Finn went about cleaning up and Lowry finally got a turn to rub the butterball himself, happily listening to the noises of his lord's tender belly all the while.

"Would you, ugh, do something for me?" Ash asked, nearly being drowned out by his own noisy gut.

"Try again, M'Lord." Lowry pinched the fat on Ash's thigh in admonishment.

A lord doesn't have to ask nicely for his servants to do anything, ever. It was a concept the former knight was still adjusting to. Sometimes he wondered who was in charge of who.

Ash went pink to his ears before giving the order, "Fill me, now."

"Yes M'Lord." Lowry chirped, wasting no time in rolling Ash over, spreading his legs and making the most obscene slurping sounds possible while lapping at his wet eager cunt.

Once Finn returned and Lowry was finally sliding his thick cock in, the round lord flexed his hips and reached out eagerly, "N-Need more!"

"So greedy, Lord Ash. One cock just isn't enough for you." Finn pulled himself free of his trousers and let Ash swallow his dick easily.

Getting fucked like a whore while his full womb weighed him down was the best part of his new life, his hair being pulled on by one man while the other gripped his plush hips. His body felt so hot but so good, he needed to feel their cum filling him up.

As their pace picked up, the drake shifted and Ash prayed that the beast wouldn't try tearing him apart until after he'd finished. His wet cunt squeezed tight around his servant and when hot seed spilled inside him he tumbled into his own shuddering orgasm. Finn followed shortly after, making his lord swallow it all with a content smile.

"I think I know what the potion does now, Lord Ash."

"Yeah?" His mind was still awash in post coital bliss, and he could only figure that there was no way the potion was making him any hornier than he always was.

"You can't feel that?" Finn gestured to his middle, making Ash actually take a proper look at himself, finding his body had gotten much doughier.

His double chin was undeniable now along with a set of soft tits where his pecs once were, his hips and thighs were ever wider, and his once tight, round dome of a belly was flabby, a roll even settled in his lap as he sat up.

"Why... Would that help with a dragon?"

Lowry shrugged, hands playing with his rolls, "Insulation? Maybe being kept warmer makes it less aggressive?" Dragons clearly had a desire for excess and indulgence, this could simply be another manifestation of that.

"Which means we really should be feeding you even more."

Ash scoffed, "We aren't even sure that it helps keep the beast quiet."

"What's the harm? If it shrinks down considerably people will find that more strange than you getting even fatter."

The former knight huffed, imagining how he'd look by the time the drake had completely shrunk down into an egg, "You both just want to stuff me like a pig."

"If you don't want to, say that. We're here to serve." Lowry jiggled his fat, taunting him, "Just say the word and I'll tell the cooks you're on a diet."

Yeah, right. Ash had no interest in eating egg whites and spinach everyday. There was hardly any point to being a lord with a mass of gold if he couldn't eat what he wanted.

"To hell with that." He said, his face completely pink, "I... Enjoy it, the food, you two feeding me, mocking me about how my clothes don't fit, filling me, I don't want you to stop."

"That wasn't so hard, now was it?" Finn kissed his double chin, "Maybe some warmer clothes would help quiet the drake as well? I can call for the tailor."

Ash stretched, feeling the weight of the dragon shift inside him slightly, "Not today, I want a bath and a nap."

His servants smiled at him, "At once, M'Lord."

It wasn't until the beginning of the next season that the dragon had finally settled as a large egg permanently trapped inside his womb, and by then Ash had blimped into a typical spoiled lord, so fat and adorned with gold that anyone who didn't know better would easily assume he'd always been a noble. In a way, the region had swapped one gluttonous beast for another.

[carlottastudios]

Every day I get closer to making an unhinged behemoth of a post listing all of the things about Kaeya and his possible connections to mythology & stuff that I notice but NOBODY ELSE SEEMS TO BRING UP IN THEIR THEORIES

(edit: OMG I reached the tag limit I'm so sorry)