#knight x prince

[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

[ieatghostsforbreakfast]

Thinking about ordering a knight around. Treating them as if me being a prince somehow makes it better for me to be a prick to them. But soon, they get fed up with my behavior.

They sneak into my room at night, tying me to my bed and undressing me. Ignoring my panicked questions or my crying out. But it's all soon shut up with a hand pressed against my mouth and a cock being forcefully shoved into my boycunt. Being treated like a whore by one of the men and women hired to protect me and my kingdom, being degraded and fucked as if my cunt is free use.

Then they come to a halt, cumming inside of my previously untouched cunt. Marking me as a whore and leaving me to be dazed in bed with cum dripping from my pussy. Sorry if this post is a bit messy. I'm jacking off.

[annoyinglilbro]

Prince who kneels to his knight

Prince who is sweet and kind and has a massive crush on his knight

Knight who uses that to his advantage

Spending his nights in the Prince’s chambers, playing with his cunt and stretching him out on his fingers, turning him into a shaking mess

“Please please please I can’t cum again please I can’t”

“Oh my sweet prince, yes you can. You trust me right? Then trust me to know how much you can take, okay? You don’t even have to do anything, just lie still for me. There we go, that’s a good boy. Such an obedient little prince. Gonna make you cum one more time on my fingers then we can move on okay? Can you do that for me?” Sweetly brushing his hair out of his face and wiping away his tears as he sniffles and nods “good boy. Don’t worry, gonna make you feel so good.”

[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.

[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.

[sirkendryan]

imagining accompanying my prince to a gala, some lavish and overwhlemingly busy party, a hell of a lot even for many a noble. I trail behind him like the loyal knight I am while he socialises, chatting with lords and ladies, doing my best to avoid the flow of bodies and the flicker of eyes. when he looks back at me its clear I wish I had my helm to cover my face, as then perhaps if I stood very still I could be mistaken for an empty suit of armour, a decoration. no such luck.

a while into the festivities he politely excuses himself, steps out of the hall, and of course I follow. he doesn't slow, ignoring my quiet concerned "my lord?"s and "sire?"s, until we are cloistered alone.

"you looked like rabbit with a foot in a snare back there."

heat rushes to my face. "apologies, my lord."

he touches my chest, tracing the engravings of my breastplate.

"these people bore me." he did not seem bored.

"sire?" I see what he's doing, and I ask for assurance out of disbelief.

he scans the corridor before leaning in, cradling my face, and kissing me on the mouth. I am surprised, as I am each time he kisses me, but I do not resist. how could I possibly resist?

"the library is around the corner." he grins devilishly, not straying far from my mouth. "it will be empty at this time of night, especially with all that raucous in the great hall. I'm sure we can find a way to entertain ourselves in there instead."

"are you sure?" my voice is tight as he slides a hand beneath the hem of my chainmail, grazing over my codpiece. his soft fingers are so warm, and even the lightest tease of a touch is a bellows to my fire. he only grins wider, teeth glinting in the low light.

"if I have to order you to relax, sir knight, I will do—and I know you dare not disobey."

[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.

[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.

[twospiritstooprideful]

golden retriever knight × orange cat prince

[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.”

[ieatghostsforbreakfast]

I'm sorry to bother you, but I've been thinking a lot, and while I would typically love to split you in half, something odd happened today. I usually use the single-person bathrooms to change after practice, but today I used the locker room. I got a lot of weird looks, and I'm realizing it's for my appearance. (Tits? On a man? Unthinkable.) It threw me off a bit. Could you praise me, please? Am I still a good knight, despite my perceived femininity? Or perhaps I deserve degradation over how sensitive I'm being. All up to my prince's discretion. ⚔️

I'm so terribly sorry that the others are so inconsiderate. Honestly, if I had a knight so close by that had a nice set of tits, I wouldn't be able to control myself. I know I'm supposed to remain pure, but I just can't help it. I just want to shove my face between your breasts. Rest my head there until I can hardly think. Hell, I may just suck on them. It's just my instinct to reward such gorgeous knights such as yourself. You're such a good knight, so perfect, even with a chest. It just adds extra padding to the chest<3

[hee-blee-art]

little portraits of my gays for artfight :)

[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. ❂

[theotherpacman]

im a simple man and i like simple things. by which i mean the knight/prince trope

knight hitoshi who's pissed off about his assignment to guard prince izuku and he wants to hate the stupid prince for having everything but he won't stop being NICE and CUTE the FUCK,,,,, next thing he knows he really is willing to die for him and not just bc he's sworn to

[sirkendryan]

I don't know when it happened. when the need to perform my duty to you turned to want and that want into a need much stronger. as burdensome as it was, I was dedicated to you body and soul by pure honour, gritting my teeth through the chivalry demanded by my pledge even though I could barely stand your bitterness and ice, biting my tongue, enduring the relentless pester of your presence. you are unlike any I have ever met, and certainly unlike any I would have freely chosen to give my time to. but even still, I was prepared to die for you, do whatever it took to keep you safe, all from the very beginning. and all that time, all that devotion... perhaps if one hands over their heart to another for long enough, it takes the shape of their hands forevermore. now as I stand by your side, your jabs and teases rouse no ire in me. I find something else, something quite uncousined from that earlier disdain, roused instead, and roused lively. I have been staring at the back of your neck for hours now, any chance I get. I could recognise you from the faint pattern of freckles there alone. you have seldom seen me without my helm, would scarcely know my face in a crowded room. I am a suit of armour to you, a shell, a spectre. I used to dream about burying my dagger in that spot where your neck meets your collar, tender flesh always unprotected. how warm and red your blood would be. now I lay awake trembling with my hands upon and inside myself, thinking only of you—the facets of you I see each day, the parts I have never seen... I would lay down my life for you. I want to lay down for you. I need you I need you I need you.

[spid3rgrrrl]

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