#knight x prince

[princeofurheart]

A personal guard...a personal knight...one specially tasked with keeping me safe. Little does the king and queen know, I am savagely made to take his cock every waking and sleeping hour. It goes as far that during a royal ball where I am supposed to be searching for a suitor, he convinces the king to let me slip off with him for a few moments. The king doesn't even question my ever so trustful knight.

He pulls me just barely a meter out of the ballroom before his needy lips are on mine and his hands are groping my ass, my arms thrown around his shoulders as he explores me endlessly. It becomes too much for him and before I know it, my trousers are ripped at the seam and his cock is fucking into my cunt. He growls into my ear that he knows what I am doing, teasing him like this and that he should have known I wouldn't have had it slide for this long as is. I have no idea what he's talking about, but I don't get to even begin to say that because as soon as my mouth opens his fingers are choking me, pushed down my throat to silence me.

[temptresstitania]

bitchy bratty dyke prince x the knight charged with protecting him. prince who breaks rules and spreads his legs for every court attendant that catches his eye, much to the dismay of his bodyguard. prince who is in desperate need of discipline and the knight who knows that they could put him in his place and keep him in line if only they were allowed the opportunity.

[ms--lobotomy]

Knight gf who shields you with her sword instinctively, even when the threat is small

Knight gf who brushes her armored hand against yours, smiling as she comments on how big hers are in armor

Knight gf who leads you into the forest for a well-deserved break as you bond with her and her hunting dog

Knight gf who carries you back when you get tired

Knight gf who relives the adventure in her mind day by day, yearning for her next time alone with you

Knight gf who kneels before you, your thighs squeezing her face as she feasts like she's starving

Knight gf who marvels at your chambers, leaving her armor at the bedside before climbing in

Knight gf whose name you cry out in the night as you grip your pillow and come to orgasm after orgasm

Knight gf who kneels before your throne the next day, sword in hand, who swears to serve you no matter what

for the only differences between a knight and a common servant are the sword at her side and the devotion in her eyes

[wordsbymae]

Price of War

Ok I lied, I was gonna do something for an oc, but I have been obsessed with Arcadie: Second Born since I played it so I had to do very short piece inspired by it. Sorry if it isn't as good as you guys are used to! It has been awhile since I've written anything.

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The last of your name, the last of your blood. The sole survivor of a massacre enacted solely to destroy your family, to murder each and everyone of you. The King and Queen were dead. Throats slashed from behind as they feasted and cheered atop their great seats. Next came your older brother and sister. They were fierce warriors but caught completely unaware, in the once assumed safety of their great familial hall. Cut down by those they once called friends. Your uncle, barely leaving his seat, was the fourth to fall. Numerous other family members, those you loved, those you cared for and even those you barely even knew, were slain after. Their blood mixing in with that of their fallen kin. Screams and cheers coming together in a wicked display of evil. Those not of your name ran for their lives, leaving behind their loyalty for the fallen royal family behind in the muck of betrayal.

It was an extermination. Leaving you, youngest of the King and Queen's children, and the last of your entire family, to live. It was due to no cunning or skill of yours that you were still alive. No mercy from above or a chance of fate. The traitor willed you to live and as such you were spared. But, as the traitor sat on the very seat your father was murdered on, used your mother's still warm body as a foot rest, and cleaned the sword he used to cut your brother down, you wished, and not for the last time, that you had fallen with your kin.

He sat before you, lazily wiping your brother's blood from his great sword. You recognised it as the sword your mother gifted him for a successful campaign in the east. The great hall was silent now. There had been gargles and moans of the dying but it was finally silent. Death had come for your once great house. Those complacent in the massacre stood tall and motionless, like statues that littered the walls. And like statues they held no guilt for what had occurred.

You stood, shaken and teary eyed. You tried to hold back emotion, lest the traitor in front of you saw you as weak. You had been dragged from your hiding place while your family was still being butchered, you thought the same would happen to you. Instead you were dragged through rivers of blood and over dying bodies. Your second cousin had gripped onto you ankle with such a force you could still feel his nails digging into your skin now. You could feel his blood drying on your face too, the memory of those who had been dragging you kicking and slashing him as he laid on the floor, until his grip finally loosened.

The traitor in front of you let out a sigh, lulling you back into the present. He seemed bored or at the very least disappointed.

"I thought it would have been harder" he spoke, pushing your mother's body back and forth with his foot, until he bored of it and pushed your mother down the stairs, to your very feet. You stared at her, her eyes dull, yet screaming at you with fear and sadness at the very same time.

" I thought it would take more to bring down the once great royal family". You couldn't tell if he actually wanted an answer, or was just pushing salt into the emotional wounds that littered you.

He stood and began to slowly walk down the steps to meet you. Upon coming across your mother's body he kicked her to the side. There was a time you found him attractive, there was once a time one might say you had 'feelings' for him. But it was nothing but a child's fancy. The man in front of you was no longer your childhood companion, no longer was he the trusted general of your father's armies, no longer the Kingdom's most valued hero. He was a murderer, a villain, a traitor. A suddenly occurred to you, that the tribes and chiefdoms that your father ordered him to raise to the ground, had known him long before you as only as that, an evil, wicked man.

"Do you know why I spared you?" he asks, the face of your childhood friend, corrupted with the blood of your kin.

You opened your mouth to answer. To tell him no, to tell him to go fuck himself, to make a morbid joke of him wanting to torture you in front of the kingdom. You weren't quite sure what you were going to say. But he cut you off, clearly not in the mood to discuss his internal plans.

"Because you are the key to peace and the price of war" he states, eyes drilling into yours. You stared back in confusion, he was never one for riddles.

" I have fought in countless battle, killed hundreds, caused pain to thousands, and what was it for? hmm? Nothing, not a single fucking thing" he spits, you try to step back, but he only inches closer.

"I was lied to, we were all lied to" he shouts, pointing to his men who stiffen as he does so. "we were told war is the maker of peace, we were told that for every life we take, every family we slaughter, our kingdom, our homeland would flourish. It was nothing but a filthy fucking lie."

He turns back to where he left his sword, leaning on your father's seat. He grabs it, and turns back to you.

"I was given this as a gift for my battles in the east, but it was not what was promised to me" he snarls, his arm lifting until the sword was pointed at you, he steps forward, the tip coming to rest under your chin.

"Your mother promised me you" he whispers, the anger from before shifting to desperation. His arm lowered and so did the sword.

"It was the one thing I asked for when I left for the front lines, that if I survived I would have your hand in marriage, as we had planned as children, as it should have always been. But your mother lied, told me that of course she would be honoured to have me as your husband if I came back a hero, but a soldier and a hero are not always the same. I did what I was told, killed all those who opposed us, and for what? A scrap of metal to be thrown at my feet because I was not noble enough? That unlike your family's spoiled brats, I actually fought along side my men? I didn't stand on some ridge over looking chaos and watch as if it was some sport?"

"They lied to me, about everything. Why we were fighting, why we were killing, why my soldiers had to die in a foreign land to a foreign hand. Peace we were told. It wasn't peace, it was greed. Now it is time for us to be greedy. It's time for us to make war to make peace. This land will be rid of those who sent us to war for scraps of metal and gold. And a new dawn, a new kingdom for the common people will be born. It's finally time for me to get what was promised to me, for all the shit I've been through, for all the blood I split, I finally will have you. And I will be the king this kingdom deserves"

You let go of a breath you didn't know you had.

"The kingdom will never accept you as king" you whisper, trying to swallow but only finding a parched mouth. "They will see you as nothing but a bloodthirsty tyrant"

He stares at you for a moment, until a deep chuckle fight past his lips. He laughs for a few moments, his silent statues of men begin cracking their façade and laugh along with him.

"Of course they will accept me. I'm the kingdom's valiant hero, who not only protected them from the eastern tribes, but rescued them from the tyranny of your parent's rule. You live a sheltered life your majesty, you know not of what is beyond the castle walls"

Your heart races. Surely your parent's were loved by all? They seemed to think so, hosting large parties and feasts in honour of the peasant and common folk. Yet you now only find it odd that your never truly saw common folk at these gathering, unless of course you count the servants.

The usurper king continues speaking.

"But suppose you are right, that there are some who would refuse to see me reign, well as you as my spouse, how could anyone refuse, after all you are the sole living survivor of your family, you are therefore the ruler of this kingdom, and with me as your king, none shall dare threaten us." he chuckles, a dark and violent sound.

"Any child of yours is the heir to the throne, and I intend to sire that child" his eyes gleam dangerously in the candle light of the hall.

You look down at your mother, kicked to the side, eyes open forever unseeing. For a moment you wished that you could lay down beside her one last time and be one with your family again, forever unseeing, yet forever out of reach of the usurper king's hands.

[vhoorlpool]

ughhh… Σ(￣。￣ﾉ)ﾉ sorry for being inactive. work has been kicking my ass as of late!!!! but I’ve been daydreaming about knights recently…. and undead ones at that!!

nsfw under the cut, as always!! reader is GN :] MDNI please!!

where there is complacence, lies ambition and longing under fifty-five pounds of old, rusted steel and smelted iron plates, forever stuck to his decaying body like heavy shackles on a prisoner of war.

your beloved knight is the fallen angel whose wings are forever tainted, molted and slough, scarred and reeking of battles past. the swiftly given silence of a valorously wielded blade across warm flesh of an enemy’s bared throat, as sharp and conniving as a thief’s tongue. the hands that cradled your face and tilted it up, up, up, plated thumb brushing oh so tenderly over your lips; daydreaming how it would feel to finally kiss them.

it’s a shame, truly, he thinks. under his helm lies a face full of rotting teeth and decaying flesh yearning for the warmth of your touch— the softness of your skin. would you be disgusted? cast him aside as if you had discarded a wilted flower? or would you admire him? quench his thirst for your affections like dry earth begging for the slightest drop of rain?

though… he suspects such frivolous thoughts don’t matter. he’d love you either way.

he is something incomprehensible. someone who should’ve died the moment his body hit the ground as the world was pulled out from under his very feet. and yet, you’re the guiding hand that kept him going. the breath of fresh air in his lungs, the voice in his head that tells him to get up. they’re waiting for you.

the will of that which makes him, nothing, become something. and oh, how lovely it is to be something that belongs to someone like you.

unearthly, his voice sounds coarse; low and thick like dead grass in a bog. sweetly spoken praises and the echo of heavy panting inside his helmet is just as noticeable as the seeping, warm slick that squelches each time he thrusts two plated fingers into your drippy hole. he’s drunk on you, really, and the way those crystalline tears seem to fall ever so elegantly from your glassy, beautiful eyes sparkling like a swan’s pond under the sun. the gods can berate him for his lovesickness, and yet the feeling of losing himself in your gaze rivals that of seeing the full moon on a warm night.

nothing will compare to you. not ever.

he gently rests his head against your chest as he focuses on your racing heartbeat and the way you moan so sweetly for him; fingers prodding at your spasming hole as he stretches you farther and farther; curling his long digits until he reaches that gummy spot inside that has you crying out so deliciously.

being this close allows him to admire the pudginess of your belly and the swell of your hip that curves gracefully into your thigh; melding so gorgeously into the supple flesh of those quivering, spread legs he’d beg to have wrapped around his head just once. to him, you’re like a deity. someone to be worshipped on bended knee until you know just how loved you are. he’s the pariah, the outcast, whose veneration knows no bounds. the offering? the very heart you saved, and seem to hold so tenderly in your palms. please take it. it’s yours— it always has been.

he gives a few final, gentle thrusts of his fingers before you come undone; armor glistening from your spend as he holds you close, whispering gravelly assertions and loving proclamations as you float back down from your high. you’re even more gorgeous like this, he muses— and if he had the coin of a wealthy governor, he’d have that same blissful expression painted on a canvas as large as it would be wide. (…oh, come now. don’t be so shy. he knows it’s lewd, but truly, he can’t help himself.)

he strokes the apples of your cheeks, wiping your tears as he helps you up and into his arms in a bridal carry; heading for the bath chambers. he’d rather die than leave his majesty in such a debauched state, and it’s about time he care for those tender, aching muscles with gentle soap and flowery oils to rub into your skin after. he may not be able to join you, gods forbid the soapy water irritate his decaying flesh, but he gets enough excitement simply being able to both pamper and spoil you rotten.

you deserve it. don’t forget that, your eminence.

[bloomingb1tches]

So I’m having a VERY HARD TIME finding blogs to follow/content to consume, sooooooo-

Please interact if you’re a blog that’s both into royalty kinks and okay with blogs that have cnc & hard kinks on them interacting

PLEASE IM BEGGING. LITERALLY EVERY ROYALTY KINK BLOG IVE FOUND RECENTLY HAVE VERY STRICT DNI’S THAT INCLUDE BLOGS W HARD KINKS & CNC KINKS. I JUST NEED A GOOD HIT OF ROYALTY KINK CONTENT AND I CANT FIND ANNNNYYYYY.

[lil-puppy-prince]

a different take on my dom knight x subby prince post bc I am insane bc I also really really like this. instead of a gentle knight who begs to please me in my throne, they'd make me beg to please them in my throne. I'd be so, so embarrassed to be on my knees, crown slipping on my head, trying desperately to look up at my knight sitting on my throne, looking discerningly comfortable. maybe they've always been the rightful leader.

"well don't you look so pretty down there? funny how quickly you were overpowered by me. you're lucky I'm the only one who knows just how easy it is to make you submit. the neighboring kingdoms wouldn't just own your palace, they'd own you! shame about all the soldiers they've lost in battle. if only they knew...

oh, what's wrong sweetheart? you look like you're about to cry. are you embarrassed about how much you enjoy this? it's only me, prince. I'm not judging you. I think you look adorable. I would never, ever do anything to hurt you. please let me know if I ever go too far, okay?"

good. now, as worked up as we both are, I enjoy teasing you a bit too much to stop just yet. keep your hands behind your back or I'll tie them. good boy. look up at me. I said look. up. at. me. good pup. isn't that better? hm? does my sword underneath your chin make you nervous? no? I don't know. I have a feeling that maybe, just maybe, it's making you wet. aww, does the cool, sharp, metal of my sword remind you of who's really in control here? you like that don't you, pup? you like letting me take control of you. you like how I can degrade you into your rightful place beneath me without any words. ah ah ah. no more talking. you wouldn't want me to slip, would you?"

(y'all this one has been sitting in the drafts for so long bc I could not for the life of me do anything other than dialogue so yk what it's staying that way lol. it's hard to write about your fantasies bc your brain just fucking shuts OFF)

once again!! please read my dni before liking/reblogging!

[save-the-villainous-cat]

heyyyyyy cutie ;)))) care to write some knight x prince with hurt/comfort?

(PS: don’t tell your husband I said you were sexy hotttt 🥵🥵🥵🥵)

“It’s alright,” the knight said. They sat down on the bed, hands folded. Sometimes, they were angry at the prince for giving them extra chores just to annoy them. But this didn’t feel like an extra chore. It didn’t even feel like a burden. Even though, they weren’t obligated to do this, they felt responsible. Why, they did not know. “Nightmares again?”

The prince sighed and pressed his palms into his eye sockets. Vaguely, he nodded. Judging by the tears streaming down his face, it had been horrifying. He had survived an assassination attempt a few years ago. Since then, he could barely sleep.

“I’m sorry,” the knight said. They were good at fighting with the prince but comfort was more challenging.

“You shouldn’t be here,” the prince answered. He looked up, dark circles under his eyes and a torn mind in his head. His hair was as messy as his bedsheets and he didn’t wear a shirt. More than once, the knight’s eyes dropped to his shoulders. And lower. “You should go to bed.”

“Well, I cannot do that if you scream through the night. You’re the one who wanted my chambers to be next to yours. You requested it.” It was meant as a joke. But as he looked at them and let his sleepy eyes glide down their body, he didn’t seem amused. Once his eyes were going over their facial features, the knight felt a bit hot. His gaze could really burn but he only wanted a distraction, the knight knew that. He liked the quick pleasure and the feeling of someone’s hands on him. He didn’t want them. He wanted someone.

“I’m sorry I woke you,” he said, much softer this time. Too soft for the knight’s liking. “You can leave.”

At first, the knight debated if they should just stay and try to convince the prince to let them stay but eventually, the knight stood up. He didn’t want their help.

Nevertheless, they needed him to know that it didn’t have to be like this.

“I’m probably the only one in this castle who would listen to what you have to say. I am probably the only one who truly cares, as well.”

Now, the prince smirked weirdly and it appeared to be infected by sarcasm. He stretched his arms, all muscle, even though he was bad with the sword. Coordination problem. Focus.

“Because it’s your duty,” he said.

“Listening to you is thankfully not my duty. But I’ll do it anyway because I know what it’s like to feel unheard. People may think especially you can do whatever you like but everyone at court knows this is a golden cage.”

The prince pulled his blanket closer and (finally) covered his naked stomach. The knight felt so dumb for looking at the prince the way they did. Felt so dumb how much relief they felt when his abs were covered. Blushing and cursing themselves, the knight reached the door but before they could reach it, he raised his voice.

“…actually, could you wait a few more minutes?”

“Of course.” They walked back to the bed on shaky legs but they didn’t expect this.

“You’re my knight, right?” he asked.

“Hm?”

“You won’t leave me, will you? If there’s a war or if people start to rebel…” The knight didn’t understand the question.

“Of course, I won’t leave you. I swore an oath. I will stay by your side until you revoke my duties.” They sat down again and studied the prince. Honestly, they were getting worried. Nightmares were reoccurring once a month and most of the time, the prince didn’t even remember them and just fell asleep again.

But this…

“You’re annoying but I will not leave you,” the knight said, attempting lightheartedness but it only sufficed for a sad smile on the prince’s part. “You will be a great king, you know. You care about the people and you care about money. You understand war and you understand alliances. You know how this works.”

“But I’ll have to marry and be unhappy.”

“You don’t even know who she is yet.”

“I know who she is not.” The prince looked at them, deeply heartbroken. “And that’s enough torture.”

He sighed again and intertwined his fingers with the knight’s. And slowly, it dawned on the knight. All of it made sense. Why the prince ordered them to move next to him. Why no one had shared his bed with him for the past months. Why he wanted to be with them at all times.

Why he had taken their hand.

Christ.

“They’re always about you,” he said. “My nightmares are always about you.”

[hee-blee-art]

little portraits of my gays for artfight :)

[spid3rgrrrl]

I’m hearing talk about femme princess x butch knight but have you considered femme knight x butch prince?

[temptresstitania]

no I'm not done. vampire dom bottom prince and the reluctant sub top knight contractually obligated to give up their blood for him if needed. vampire prince always making excuses to feed on the knight and the knight alone, because he's much too famished to go hunting, or because it'd be much more convenient for the knight to just tilt their neck this way and close their eyes...

prince's hand brushes against the knight's lower half and feels something firm.

it's the blunt end of a sharpened stake hiding in the knight's trousers, but the prince assumes they're just happy to see him. ❂

[twospiritstooprideful]

golden retriever knight × orange cat prince

[silversoulss]

[pencil-down-a-paragraph]

We all say that we don’t want to be a damsel in distress, that we want a sword and to fight in our cool royal fit. But we all know that we want, at least once, for our very respectful and devoted knight to carry us through a forest back to the castle after we injured our ankle while being strong and independent, knowing full well that the ache in our chest will remain unsoothed and the loneliness will return because to be held by our knight would be disgraceful under any other circumstances. All we can do is yearn for our head to rest upon their chest once more

It’s me. I’m we

[bagerfluff]

Prince: Come to dinner tonight. I can’t cook, but I’ll bring plenty of free wine.

Knight: Marry me.

[pull-my-collar]

i'd had my eye on the prince the moment i laid eyes on him. whenever we were in the same room, my eyes always strayed to his elegant profile, his seemingly relaxed and confident demeanor, and the attractive body i knew from the times he'd take off his shirt when we trained together.

i'd learned to train my eyes elsewhere, only looking at him when needed and never more. if the other knights knew i desired the young heir they'd tear me to shreds. me? a knight whose only purpose was to serve the royal family, not live amongst them. i might as well dream of taking up the throne.

nonetheless, the fantasies of being the prince's personal lapdog persisted; to be naked on their lap, being petted whilst they attended to their meetings, to sit at their feet and be looked upon with adoration and care, to be gifted the finest jewels and silks, all just for the prince to see. the thing that pushes me to climax everytime i let these fantasies play out in my head to the idea of being cherished by the prince of all people. the prince, the confident, charismatic person that can charm anyone to do what they want. the person who has suitors approaching them at every gala.