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chainymail · 1 month
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I know people clown the erect codpiece in plate armor but . personally. Sitting on a knight’s lap and grinding on this would uhhhhh
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theres-a-body-here · 6 months
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Scumtober- Day 24 (Tender Sex)
Night's Cavalry x Male!reader
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You look back as you walk down the Mistwoods.
Yep, he's still there. The Night's Cavalry Rider, Beor.
How do you know his name?
Because he wrote it down on a scrap of scroll and placed it on your face as you slept for you to find in the morning. Said note also contained a love letter professing his love.
Simp.
You sigh as you keep walking. He's been following you ever since he knocked your helmet off your head during battle. The thing that bothers you most is that he's out of his Lord's territory. You're fairly certain Margit didn't allow his men to travel this far out. You wonder if hes disobeying orders by following you all the way out here.
The moon rises over the land as you decide to make camp. You set up a bedroll and make a fire. You sigh as you hold your hands out to warm them up.
As you sat by the heat of the campfire, you couldn't help but feel uneasy knowing someone was watching. You glance around, trying not to be too obvious, and spot Beor hiding behind a nearby tree.
Damn it, dude! Just come out already!
You roll your eyes and turn away, deciding to ignore him for now. After all, he hasn't done anything harmful yet... just really creepy.
Suddenly, something hit your head. It's a crumbled ball of paper. you picked it up and turned to glare at Beor, who had quickly hidden behind a tree after throwing it. You straighten out the note.
The message read: 'I can't take my eyes off you.'
Good Gods. You had to do something.
Sighing heavily, you called out to Beor, "Alright... Come sit with me." You then added sternly, "But don't be creepy!"
Reluctantly, Beor approached slowly, almost like a timid animal. Once he reached you, he hesitantly took a seat across the fire from you. His entire demeanor reeked of nervousness.
Relaxing slightly, you began rummaging through your bag, searching for some jerky. However, you soon noticed Beor shifting closer to you, his posture tense as he tried to act casually. When you looked up, he was caught red handed, his gaze darting away guiltily.
This guy...
Going back to rummaging through your bag, you finally found what you were looking for – jerky! With a satisfied grin, you lifted your head, only to be startled by Beor practically breathing down your neck. He must have moved while you weren't paying attention.
Startled, you let out an undignified yelp and dropped the food. The jerky lands on some mud. You look at the jerky, to Beor, to the jerky, and finally back to Beor.
Both of you stared at each other silently before he leaned forward and grabbed the dropped jerky, which was now covered in mud. Hesitating for a brief moment, he held it out towards you.
You shook your head and sighed. "Thanks, but no thanks."
Trying to regain composure, you turn back to the crackling fire, hoping to ignore him. To your annoyance, Beor continued to scoot closer until your bodies pressed together.
Awkward silence hung heavy between you two.
Feeling movement against your side, you glanced over to see Beor holding out his closed fist. Curiosity piqued, you watched as he opened his palm, revealing a Miquella's Lily that had been crushed beyond recognition. Wordlessly, he motioned for you to take it.
Without thinking much of it, you accepted the gift.
Inspecting the fragile petals of the delicate flower, you couldn't help but feel touched by such a rare gesture. Although it was crushed, it still held significance. You brought the bloom close to your nose, savoring its faint fragrance.
Silence stretched between you again as Beor simply watched you appreciate his offering.
Nodding to yourself, you carefully place the crushed Miquella's Lily inside your bag for safekeeping. The silence returned, making you uncomfortable enough to break it.
"You can have..." You paused, feeling embarrassed at your own words. "...One kiss."
Beor tensed up and immediately started nodding vigorously, his helmet producing loud clanks with every enthusiastic movement.
Groaning internally, you prepared yourself for whatever was coming next. Beor eagerly closed the gap between you, anticipating his reward.
"Aren't you going to remove the helmet?" You asked curiously.
In response, he shook his head forcefully. Guess that means the helmet stays on.
Shrugging it off, you decided to leave his choice alone. Leaning closer, you press a soft kiss onto his helmet where his cheek would be. Instinctively, his hand clenched so tightly that you could hear the leather of his gauntlet creak under the strain. You pull away.
Good Gods, all you did was give him a peck on the helmet, and this was his reaction? No wonder he acted so skittish; he definitely was whipped for you.
Deciding to test how far you could push him, you leaned in again, this time tracing a line along his helmet with your tongue. Beor visibly trembled, accompanied by a muffled groan from within his helmet.
Oh dear, this man was putty in your hands.
Unfortunately for you, your actions didn't leave you completely unaffected either. Feeling your own arousal building, you felt your member hardening within your pants. Blushing profusely, you tried to reason with yourself.
"I know I said just a kiss," you started hesitantly, "...but..."
At the sound of your voice, Beor's head snapped in your direction, desperate to catch whatever suggestion you may have for him.
Letting out an exaggerated groan, you tried to continue, "You know..."
To your utter mortification, Beor pointed directly at his crotch, seemingly confirming whether that was indeed what you wanted. Covering your face with your hands, you berated yourself for getting into this situation.
Fuck it. You raised your head and gave him a decisive nod.
Beor seemed ecstatic at your response, eagerly beginning to remove his protective codpiece. Underneath, his cock stood proudly erect, ready for action. With a deep blush spreading across your features, you followed suit, taking off your pants and underwear. Your own manhood sprang forth, mirroring Beor's excitement.
Eager to get things started, Beor laid flat on his back, slapping his armored thighs invitingly as if asking you to climb aboard.
Rolling your eyes, you muttered, "You're an idiot," before complying with his request. Straddling Beor, you could feel his hardened length pressing against your ass.
Lifting yourself up slightly, you slammed back down onto Beor's lap, eliciting a muffled groan from within his helmet.
"You better be gentle," you warned him. In response, Beor nodded his head furiously, the clinking of metal echoing throughout the campsite.
Leaning to the side, you retrieved your bag, pulling out a small container of oil created from melted mushrooms. Resting on Beor's chest, you reached back and took hold of his throbbing member, liberally applying the slippery substance all over it.
Beor released a muffled moan as you positioned his lubricated tip at your entrance. With a deep breath, you pushed downwards, impaling yourself on his rigid length.
Letting out a soft moan, you sank deeper and deeper onto Beor's impressive girth. "Fuck, you're so big," you muttered, unable to believe how well he filled you up.
Meanwhile, Beor was clearly enjoying himself, his head thrown back as he panted heavily and trembled with pleasure.
Upon fully sheathing himself within you, Beor let out a low whine of delight. You sighed contentedly, feeling both their combined weight bearing down on you.
Before you could react, Beor shifted positions, wrapping his arms securely around you as he sat up. Now, instead of riding him, you were nestled within his embrace.
Closing your eyes, you leaned your head against his cool, metallic chest, reveling in the sensation of being enveloped by him. Softly, he ran his hands up and down your spine, sending shivers through your body.
Gradually, Beor began to move within you, maintaining a slow, steady rhythm. Making sure to support your weight, he kept you cradled in his arms as his helmet nuzzled against your face.
Moans escaped your lips as Beor thrust into you with a gentleness you hadn't expected from someone so large and intimidating. You rubbed your aching cock against the smooth metal of his armored abdomen.
As he continued to plunge into you, Beor rubbed his helmet against your face affectionately, reminding you of a cat seeking comfort from its owner. Simultaneously, one of his hands found yours, entwining your fingers together as if they belonged there.
Whimpering as you neared release, you bucked your hips harder against Beor's armor, leaving streaks of precum.
"Sorry....your armor," you apologized sheepishly for making a mess on his black armor.
However, Beor didn't seem bothered by it at all – if anything, he appeared more amused than upset. Using his free hand, he gently petted your head reassuringly, letting you know that he didn't mind.
Reassured by his response, you wrapped one hand around his hip while using the other to resume stroking your own needy erection. Precum continued to flow freely, coating Beor's armor in a sticky film.
Beor released a pleased noise from within his helmet, picking up the pace ever so slightly as he continued to thrust into you relentlessly.
With a whiny cry, you finally succumbed to your release, splattering Beor's armor with thick ropes of semen. As your orgasm subsided, he gently rubbed your back.
Now that you had cum, it was Beor's turn. Still buried deep within you, he reached behind his back and removed his cape from his armor. Carefully laying it on the ground, he leaned forward until you were lying on top of it.
For a moment, Beor held your thighs aloft, offering them a brief yet comforting massage. And then, without warning, he suddenly changed tactics, pounding into you mercilessly. Unprepared for such ferocity, you cried out in surprise, your moans matching the speed of his brutal thrusts. Holding your thighs tightly, he showed no signs of stopping or easing up.
Still not letting up, Beor pressed your thighs together and rolled you onto your side. From this new angle, he somehow managed to increase the intensity of his relentless pumping, driving his cock deepr into you.
The air filled with the sounds of his labored breathing and the wet squelching of flesh meeting flesh as he continued to claim you.
As the tempo increased, you could do little more than issue a series of whimpers and mews, overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through your veins. Beor took full advantage of your vulnerable state, leaning over to pin you down with his considerable bulk as he pressed his helmet against your face.
"Fuck, fuck, fuuuccckk!" you cried out, unable to contain your mounting euphoria. Every forceful impact of armor against flesh sending fire down your body in waves.
Beor reached his breaking point. With a guttural grunt, he drove himself all the way home, his warm seed flooding your hole. Wrapped in his strong arms, you basked in the afterglow of your shared release.
Breathing heavily, you allowed Beor to nuzzle your face with his helmet.
"You're still a simp," you muttered sleepily, too exhausted to muster up any real zingers.
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dervampireprince · 7 days
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ares x gender neutral reader /// hades game [18+ only, minors and ageless blogs DNI]
not being able to wait for ares to come home, being so needy that you will take anything to hump against, you catch sight of his breastplate, the bird head adorning it is ridged and raised up... it's cold when you press your body down against it, but the metal warms up quickly to the heat of your body, bracketing your legs either you whimper and grind against it, imaging ares was underneath you wearing it, voice softly encouraging you to keep moving, calloused hands gripping the backs of your thighs, seeing something used for battle now used for pleasure, feeling him shake underneath you as he always does when he's taken aback by how much you want him, that you want his touch without fearing it,
you're lost deep in thought, almost about to come when you hear an inhale and then a deep chuckle behind you,
"my beloved, i didn't realise i'd left you this needy"
your face burns, feeling unable to turn your neck to face him, but there's no need as he kneels on the bed behind you,
"i never expected that you would find pleasure in this, but then you do keep surprising me. don't be shy now, you were thinking of me, were you not? poor thing, not being able to be left alone for even just a couple hours... let me love you as you deserve, after you come."
he presses your hips down, nips at the skin under your ear.
"show me"
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New update in case you’re wondering. We have now added ✨Armor✨ to the list of things I didn’t expect to become attracted to this year.
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wolviecat · 8 months
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Space Vogue : Hunter
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The are other ways to use your special batch of clones than to send them to war. A little PR can go a long way.
For @tbb-appreciation-week
I used NSFW prompt in kinda SFW way and the palette
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2ndplanetsmut · 1 year
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Tw: Smut, pet names, teasing, nipple play, pinning, light bandage, edging, magic/fantasy elements, and a sprinkle of size kink for seasoning.
Extra tag: Submissive Prince x Non-binary personal guard.
A soft breeze brushed past the prince, carrying the sins of the day away from him. His shoulders relaxing as he took another deep breath in, another long day finally turning into a dark twilight.
A smoky voice rang out from behind him, startling him from the trance of the fountain bellow. "I've been looking for you, Your Majesty" arms sliding over his hips and tightening around his waist. "Such a brat" the voice continued.
"I just needed some fresh air away from everyone" he turned in his guards arms, his own wrapping around their neck. "Besides, it's getting late" he answered in a breath.
The feeling of their cold armor brushing against his skin had him shuddering, "Let's just hope those nobles keep their mouth closed about you disappearing at tomorrows meeting then" they put their forehead to his, hot breath fanning over his lips drawing him in closer.
"I won't allow such things" he whispered back, hands running through the others hair, giving them a small kiss.
They returned the favor, deeping it, moving the pair slightly so the prince was pushed to the balcony railing. A consuming passion made of lust and love, that burned the lips of all who shared it.
The two pulled away for air but their lips were still touching, a soft whine like moan leaving the princes mouth. "Shh" hushed his guard pulling him into the bedroom.
Moonlight was the only thing lighting the large spacious room, making shapes on the dark gray walls. "I missed you" he whispered sitting down on the canopy bed. Pulling at the guards arm for attention not wanting them to get too far away.
"Your Majesty, I have to take off my armor first" they said as they were taking off their pauldron.
The prince took a deep breath in "Stop calling me Your Majesty, we're alone" he said with a tight voice. His right hand that as always was adorned in snake rings ran through his slightly messy hair. Pulling the loosely braided part of his hair out of the tie, letting it fall into his face.
He finally looked up from the floor and stared into those stunning eyes. The soft smile on the guards face made him weak in the knees just like it had every other time he had seen it.
"Why don't you help me with this, Your Highness" lilt in their voice, knee landing on the bed, they leaned closer to him. Taking hold of the princes hand and placing his hands on the buckles on their shoulders. "Go on" they taunted, knowing they won this battle.
His hands moved to their own occured, as he stared on in disbelief up at the normally less forward and less flirty guard. Soon enough he had pulled all the buckles open, taking the breastplate off them.
The second it was gone they pushed him down onto the dark blue satin, pressing into his chest to hold him down.
"You look so good," he said like they sucked the air out of the room with their looks. "Be mine." He grabbed their shirt collar, pulling them down into a kiss.
Their hands wondered yanking the blouse off of the prince, the buttons freeing from the hand stitched fabric.
Their fingers were on their own belt, unhooking it. "Beg for me, Your Highness," they whispered, using the name again kissing at him more, sucking on his neck. Moving their attention back to him.
One hand was sliding underneath his trousers while the other slipped up his chest. His mouth hung open when they began to touch him. The prince felt his legs tremble and buck beneath him. "please..." He moaned as the guard moved farther down with their lips. He couldn't see their face but he could feel the smirk they gave as it trailed his form.
"More" they commanded him.
His hands landed in their hair trying to push them down farther "please, please, I need you-" breath hitching as their tongue moved across his nipples, hand running up and down his length. Thumb running across the tip in slow circles, other hand removing the rest of his clothing, tossing them aside.
They continued working their magic on him till he was close to a climax, and was writhing and whining under them. They pulled away before he could reach it, removing their belt fully as he pleaded with them.
Their eyes glowed and the candles on the bedside lit, "let me look at you" they said, licking their lips again.
"Please" he whined more, reaching out to put their hands back on him, a soft silver ribbon stopping him from doing so.
"Shh," they twisted his nipples in their fingers "let me admire you, Your Majesty," their eyes trailing over him a few times "be patient."
He went quiet, focusing in on his breathing to count the seconds.
They pulled their pants off, moving so they were hovering just over him, his hips bucked up towards them. "Need to be in you, I need you" the normally articulate prince stumbling over his words.
They didn't say anything in response simply shutting him up by kissing him on the lips. After a few moments of letting him get off on humping them, their hand wrapped around his girth. Slowly easing themself down onto it, a whispered swear leaving them. They took a deep breath needing a moment to let their body adjust to the size of their soon to be kings cock.
They hummed out before beginning to move, enjoying the way the prince pushed into them more each time. "You're so good, Your Majesty, so good for me" they breathed out.
ᵂᵒᵘˡᵈ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᶠᵉᵉᵈᵇᵃᶜᵏ ⁱᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵃⁿʸ, ˢᵘᵍᵍᵉˢᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ / ᵃˢᵏˢ ᵒᵖᵉⁿ
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haunted-dollboy · 9 months
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a fun thing about having a helmet/armor kink is that nobody knows you're hornyposting on main
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My urge to be railed by a hot trans dyke in an armor is perfectly normal and aceptable
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chainymail · 2 months
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Need someone bratty enough to make me keep the armor on. Its heavy, its hot, there's sweat dripping down my chest, it makes me slow and I so need my hips move faster, and fuck it I'm in charge here I'm the one with the sword at my hip, but...if you really do like the feel of steel against your thighs, if you like to hold onto the soft leather straps at my joints, if you want the mail to rub you raw and pink, if the extra weight on top of you is going to make it better, if you cant stop begging and whining and pawing at my hard edges, I could be convinced.
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unmedicatedyouth · 1 year
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So, I went to the comic con Saturday and now I have a full blown armor fetish from all the Boba Fett and Din Djarin costumes I saw.
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allieisasleep · 2 months
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more drabble please allie control yourself
hidden away through corridors long-forgotten, layton's greedy huffs bother the dust pervading. a lusty musk spills into the air as layers are tugged with haste from atop his lap.
resting across the face of his breastplate layton's sex begs for a warmth to burrow into; streaks of precum already shimmer around veins in dull torchlight. his bloom overrun by shades of rose, the knight's brow teeters at each pang of need felt deep inside—a hunger yet to be sated. his starry gaze stays tied to his length as armoured digits find themselves a place around its contours.
teeth bare as he winces sharply toward the chilled touch, a breathless whimper resulting. layton's head drools with desire to indulge, strands of slick trailing down the face of his member. he'll be needing this time alone.
< my big blonde knight in shining armour layton 3 i created him in like 2020 but neglected him so bad for like a year and i wanna get back to cherishing this big (dicked) himbo i love him
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kp0988 · 5 months
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I just wanted to make a lady in armor with a big butt, so I did. ^_^
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anattmar · 21 days
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Finno :3
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varpusvaras · 1 month
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Rexwalker is so fun because neither Anakin nor Rex have no idea how to flirt. Misters I don't like sand and just waiting for the General, General.
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Do you know what we need more art of? Shirtless clone troopers with dog tags.
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m3dieval · 15 days
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Gesellsсhaft "Schwert und Rabe"
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