#fuck royalty

[ridenwithbiden]

#Fuck Royalty #Fuck Colonialism #Fuck The Rich #Bernie #Feel The Bern #Photoshop

[lermisv4]

Apparently in Ireland people are actually celebrating on the streets, and the British people are mourning their future finances due to their taxpayer money going to an extravagant funeral and all the following ceremonies. Meanwhile news outlets are trying to pass it all off as “everyone is deeply mourning our beloved queen”. For fucks sake.

Also I found out that Cyprus is part of the Comonwealth which really fucks me up. I thought that bit in our history books about how “the British giftet the Greek islands back to Greece” was insulting as fuck but this feels like the cherry tap.

#queen elizabeth #queen is dead #fuck royalty #original post

[scotianostra]

So I was looking through the comments from the video from the BBC that featured the booing earlier, @dinomilkshakes commented doubted the authenticity of this and said it may be edited,  I wish I had the know how to edit it as such! Well Felix, your £Grain of sand”  as you put it, here it is from another source, the video is on the link. for anyone who doubted the video 

#king charles iii #not my king #fuck the doubters #fuck royalty #bring down the elite #scotland free or a desert

[deadassdiaspore]

#Fuck the Crown #fuck colonialism #fuck colonizers #Fuck Britain #Fuck Imperialism #fuck royalty

[rat-man-fruit-juice]

May she rot with the rest of them

#fuck the queen #fuck the uk #fuck monarchy #fuck royalty #fuck the royal family

[trollprincess]

FB keeps recommending reels that crow about how well Kate “follows royal protocols,” and I have no fucking clue why because at this point in history I’d have more respect for her punching William in the junk for cheating in her and tearing down Buckingham Palace with her teeth.

#fuck royalty

[altruistic-meme]

im still rolling on the floor about willes "no you're right is not that bad. except i lost the love of my life and got the school closed and probably killed my mom. but yeah Felice it's not THAT bad" speech. he's such a fucking drama queen.

#young royals #yr3 #yr3 spoilers #obviously paraphrasing cus i can't be assed to type it all out #but you know #i NEED a gifset of this speech #the only royalty wille is is queen of fucking drama #shh ac

[lonelylesbian2]

From the very bottom of my heart and soul, I sincerely wish for King Charles to fucking die. This is the funniest shit ever. Please die. Make it funnier.

Edit: Due to asshole's in the comments/reblogs I am turning off reblogs. If you don't like my opinions, and others', keep your own to yourselves. Please and thank you.

#king charles iii #king charles lll #King Charles #british royal family #royalty #royal family #LMFAOOO #British politics #from a POC #who lives in Britain #and is a teen #fuck you charles #this is so funny tho

[wednesdaywarriorswc]

#I CANT FUCKING BELIEVE IT #ITS TRUE #british royal family #royalty #kate middleton #princess of wales #king charles lll #supernatural #uk politics

[skulkingfox]

Now they're even delaying the (pre-recorded) strictly launch show for all this fucking nonsense!!

#fuck royalty #this is a total farce

[yeeterskeeter05]

Alas! The mean and greedy Queen Elizabeth is dead,

And I hope her soul to Hell has fled,

To cry and plead with saints above,

Not willing to grant her joy, peace, or love,

So let the joyous news be spread,

The wicked witch at last is dead!!!

Signed- HEWWO??? hitman

this is the best ask i could have received thank you hitman anon

#queen elizebeth #the wicked witch is dead #fuck royalty

[all-things-cringe-worthy]

The false queen is dead, now all we need is the false royalty to challenge themselves to follow her.

#Fuck Royalty #Buh Bye #This World Ain’t Shit

[not-mary-sue]

Is King Charles having cancer news worthy? Sure, I suppose it's of cultural significance. Is it worth 30 minutes of main stream news? Fuck no. There's a man hunt in the UK, there's a genocide happening in Palestine, the King should get maybe 3 MAXIMUM

#fucking bbc #bbc #bbc news #british broadcasting corporation #british royal family #british royalty #Britain #king charles iii

[didthekingdieyet]

#anti monarchy #abolish the monarchy #fuck the monarchy #they’re cocks #pieces of SHIT #stealing from people #murdering #slave owning #rich #shit stains #not a countdown #id in alt text #tampon charlie #c*milla #bitch asses #hate them #the coronation #just shitposting #image #alt text #british royalty #british royal family #king charles iii #queen camilla #queen of england #king of england #uk politics #british politics #punk

[hush-writes-preg]

Spooky Season Day #6: An Unholy Tome

Your father had always warned you of the danger of reading, but you'd never taken him seriously until this very day.

You're the young monarch of a small kingdom deep within the mountains. You'd been married to a king over a decade your senior as a way to solidify political alliances, and while your relationship was cordial, it'd never been particularly warm. The king seemed to hold little interest in members of your gender, but he still came to your bed like clockwork with the clinical intent to sire an heir. You endured it, because what other choice did you have? He had staff to cater to all of your whims and was never unkind, so you could have done much worse.

But still, you couldn't help but feel... neglected. You had needs, even if you didn't fully understand them, and no one with which to explore or satisfy them.

At least, not until you found the book.

Tucked in among your wedding gifts had been a slim volume wrapped in gilded leather, filled with strange things. You couldn't read the text, but the illustrations-- oh, those illustrations. Fantastic creatures of every size and shape were drawn in exquisite detail, not a single aspect missing the artist's trained eye.

It felt scandalous to gape at the familiar yet still alien shapes of their genitalia, but no matter how many times you slammed the book shut in mortification and hid it away, you always dug the tome back out. You always returned to a select handful of the pages, wondering why they made you feel so warm. If only you had someone to ask-- but as the king's foreign consort, you didn't have anyone you could trust with such an intimate query.

Then the dreams began.

And you quickly came to realize what that strange heat meant.

The monsters invaded your dreams like the fabled barbarians of the plains, swift and brutal. They chased you like a wolf hunting a rabbit, harrying your nude form through endless torch-lit corridors and toying with you until you could run no more. But instead of tearing out your throat, they flipped you onto your hands and knees. The horrible realization of what they intended crashed over you and choked off your cries of terror, leaving you frozen and trembling.

One of them mounted you like a beast on the hard stone floor. Thick shafts, tentacles, and appendages you couldn't even name flowed over your body with possessive intent, enveloping and fondling you in ways you'd never been touched before. Terror began to fuse with other things you couldn't name, similar to what you'd felt when gazing at that filthy book: heat, hunger, and a baffling emptiness between your thighs. Even while claws scraped over your skin, you wanted... you wanted...

"Accept us," a discordant voice rose from nowhere, countless voices layered over one another and ringing in your ears. Something nudged purposefully against your hole, teasing you with a taste of what your tormenter offered without truly entering you. Something hot and wet stroked its way down your neck until it curled around a nipple, plucking at the hardening nub until you whimpered. "Your body pleases us. Welcome us in, and we will overwhelm you with the kind of pleasure you'll never receive from your own kind."

You choked on a sob, your hips jerking instinctively back to meet the promised intrusion even as you shook your head. This wasn't right. You're married, and you had undeniable responsibilities to your husband and kingdom. Not to mention the fact that this thing at your back wasn't even human--

The shaft kissing your hole pulsed and began to vibrate, the sensation making your eyes roll back in your head.

"This is only a dream, little human," the voice taunted, its appendages winding even more closely around you. "There's no harm in indulging in a simple fantasy, is there?"  There was a hint of menace behind the voices, sure, but it only seemed to stoke the flames in your belly even higher as your willpower began to melt away. "All you have to do is let us in."

Your hole clenched around nothing, eager to suck in anything that would fill it. You'd never felt like this before, and you didn't know how to handle the sensations crashing over you. How could such horrifying monsters make your body burn so hot?

What am I accepting?

Do I even care?

With a moan, you hesitantly spread your thighs in silent permission to the creature.

"Accept. Us."

"Yes," you whimpered, dropping your face to the floor in shameful submission. "Enter me. Ease this ache inside of me before I go mad, please!"

The beast's savage roar of victory nearly made you empty your bladder, but the sudden thrust of something impossibly hard and thick into your aching body immediately drove the fear away. The hulking creature wasted no time in fucking your soft, pampered body into the flagstone floor with all of the abandon of a wild animal. All you could do was hang on and take it. And when it finally finished inside of you, the sudden surge of wet heat painting your insides sent you tumbling over the edge of your very first orgasm.

Oh gods. Oh gods. This dream... sex couldn't possibly feel so good, could it? Pleasure that wiped your mind and left you feeling like you'd transcended to another plane of existence?

Sweaty, dazed, and leaking fluids from your freshly-fucked hole, all you could do was watch as the next creature moved to take its place at your back. Something cooler and more flexible slid into your sloppy hole this time, knobby protrusions along the length catching on the rim before popping inside. And how many more beasts waited along the edges of your vision for their turn?

Oh.

As the bumped shaft started to find its own rough rhythm, you deliriously found yourself hoping that this dream would never end.

It's been over seven months since your first experience with the dreams, and as promised, they fill your nights with untold pleasure. But there's been an unexpected complication.

You've fallen pregnant.

Your husband's kingdom is ecstatic with the news of the coming heir, his family embracing you with more kindness and attention than they ever have before. Your spouse is pleased, though he stopped bedding you the moment your condition became known.

Not that you mind. His disinterested late-night fumbling bores you; you'd much rather drift off to sleep and find satisfaction in the coils and claws of your imaginary lovers.

But as your pregnancy progresses, you can't help but wonder what has spawned in your womb. It seems foolish to imagine that the father could possibly be anyone but your husband, right? In reality, you've only ever entertained the king's attentions. The monsters aren't real. They haven't actually filled you with their seed, no matter how often they've left you sore and bloated from the sheer volume they've poured into you during your fantasies. You can't have been bred by figments of your imagination.

Yet still you find yourself plagued by apprehension. Your belly grows with unexpected speed, filling out into a taut sphere that hangs heavily from your frame. Your mother-in-law is sure this means you carry more than one child and begins taking every opportunity she can to rub your abdomen. This embarrasses you, but you don't feel like you can tell her no.

The midwife isn't as sure; she cautions your in-laws that you could just be carrying large for your first pregnancy. You can tell that she is puzzled by how quickly you've grown, since she's been attending you since your wedding in hopes of helping you conceive. At least you get along well, and she seems to be genuinely on your side. The last thing you need is someone suspecting you of trying to cuckold the king.

Because as much as logic dictates that such thoughts are foolishness, you still struggle against disquiet.

Maybe it is borne of guilt for being unfaithful to your husband, at least in your mind.

Maybe it has to do with the obvious pleasure that the dream-creatures take in fucking your gravid royal form.

Or maybe it is because of the way your belly sometimes moves, writhing and shifting like a bag full of eels. The baby's just active, right? It's not like you could possibly be carrying the offspring of some unnatural monster in your womb.

Of course not.

(A Spooky Season story.)

#hush writes preg #spooky season pregnancy #monster fucking #monsterfucker #monster kink #monster breeding #demon breeding #demon pregnancy #trans pregnancy #tpreg #male pregnancy #mpreg #nb pregnancy #ftm pregnancy #mtf pregnancy #queer pregnancy #fantasy pregnancy #royalty breeding #royalty kink #monster pregnancy #nonhuman pregnancy

[arireynes]

Thinking about being a royal's loyal guard. I'll do anything they ask of me, and I'm so eager to obey them that when they ask me to start staying in their room at night, I'd do it without question.

But I wouldn't know they slept in a loose, silky, practically see-through robe. Or that they shifted so much in their sleep that the blanket uncovered them, leaving them bathed in moonlight. I wouldn't have known that they had dirty dreams, or that they gasped and arched in their sleep.

They'd thank me each morning with a smile, and I'd nod and not mention how needy seeing them that way got me. It would go on for days, then weeks before I finally worked up the nerve to do anything.

One night, I'd let my hand slip down, eyes on my pretty royal. I'd listen to their sweet sounds, and let myself get off on it, till I'm gasping my way to a silent release.

And, of course, that night would be the first time they wake up. They'd catch me rushing to compose myself, and scold me for getting off watching them. I tower over them, but I'm embarrassed as they get up off the bed to ask me what I like about watching them? Was it seeing their skin on display? Or the pretty noises they make? Was I imagining having them beneath me?

They'd laugh when I'd confirm yes to all of those. They'd tell me that only in my dreams would they let me fuck them. They can't be sore the next morning, now can they? But they have an alternate situation, if I wanted.

And I wouldn't be able to disagree.

So I'd find myself laid out on their bed, stripped of my armor and weapons, my lovely royal between my legs, smirking down at me. They'd tease me for getting overpowered so easily, saying that I'm so much stronger, but I'll be good and obey because that's all I can do, right? I'm their knight, and they know I'll listen to them.

And I'd be so desperate, and beg them to have their way with me. Tell them that I'll take it because I'll do everything I can to give them what they want. They'd praise me, and tell me that I'm such a good knight for them, and that they may need to keep me if I'll be so well behaved.

And that's how I would become the royal's favorite knight by day, and their toy to use at night.

#18+ #nsft #arireynes #gender neutral post #royalty kink #I want to see more where the royal fucks the guard #knight nsft #knight kink #royalty nsft #somno?