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VI FROM ARCANE WITH PILLOWPRINCESS READER?!?! PLEASEEE ILL TAKE ANYTHING DUDEEE 🙏🙏🙏🙏

send me vi thirsts and i'll give u my hand in marriage

yes bc i feel like she'd love this lowkey midkey AND highkey bc vi's love language is def like 50/50 acts of service and physical touch and she'd love the fact that you trust her so much w/ ur pleasure, the fact that she gets to have this control, and you're always so obedient for her, always asks for permission -- the first time she'd gotten you to the edge and you'd sunk your fingers into her hair, thrashing beneath her, but still forcing yourself to look up at her with your big, watery eyes, asking --

"p-please v-vi -- can -- can i?"

she knew that she was done for like done for, the way she knew if she said no, you'd listen. the thought had made her head feel woozy, so much so that her fingers had almost paused inside you, and you'd keened, thighs squeezing around her wrist bc you were so, so close.

"holy shit -- yeah, sweetness -- fuck, yeah, come for me --"

and it's not like she doesn't know how much you like it when she manhandles you a bit; she likes it too, she likes it alot actually, how she can jerk you down the length of the bed, press your knees up all the way to your shoulders, wrap her fingers around your neck, or just hold you down and kiss you till you're shaking apart beneath her.

she likes too that all she has to do is say the word, and you'd drop to your knees for her, pliant and willing, your lips falling open for her fingers or her cunt, how you'd make these happy little mewling noises when buried between her legs, so long as she got a hand on your head, a thumb rubbing your cheek.

"do you... do you ever wish i'd do more... stuff?" you ask one day, crinkling your nose, frowning absently down at vi's hair as you braid the longer bits into a single plait, only to tug it loose and do it all over again.

vi glances over her shoulder, "more... stuff?"

"yeah like... be more active when we're, y'know --"

vi laughs, tugging you into her lap, "if you're asking if i'm happy with our sex life, sweetness, the answer is yes, very."

you sigh, nodding even as you tuck your nose into her curve of her neck.

"okay. just asking."

she runs her thumbs against your skin, drawing circles into your waist.

"why? are you happy with it?"

you nod so hard that you almost topple out of her arms, but she catches you, grinning. "yeah! of course i am!"

"then, what's the problem, princess?"

"nothing! just..."

"c'mon pretty, spit it out," she takes your chin between a thumb and forefinger, giving your face a tiny shake. your breath hitches; satisfaction unfurls in vi's chest.

"i saw something online about -- how being too passive isn't a good thing and --"

"ooookay, i'm gonna cut you off right there --" she hoists you up, twisting you around so you're straddling her lap, your face now parallel to hers. she loves the way you're so easy to read, loves that you don't hide your attraction to her, how all she has to do is twitch her lips and you're already gasping.

"open your mouth for me, pretty girl," she says, and you do, your mouth dropping open as she swipes a thumb along your bottom lip before pushing it forward till it's resting on your tongue. you whine softly, hips shifting, but you hold still till she nods her head, "go on, suck."

you close your lips immediately, your tongue laving at the pad of her thumb. she lets out a clipped groan, watching. a few seconds later, she pulls it out with a light pop, grinning as she tracks the slick finger down your chin, tracing up the line of your jaw till she's got her hand cupping the back of your neck.

"that feel very passive to you?"

your lashes flutter, confusion gathering in your eyes before you lick your lips, blush, and give your head a tiny shake. she smiles.

"good answer. so? are we good now, princess?"

"yeah. we are."

"good!" she gives you a quick kiss, patting your hip, "what'dyou want for dinner? i'm thinkin'... it's been a while since we've been to jericho's."

you pout, "what about that other place we've been talking about?"

"what on the wharfside docks?"

"yeah...?"

vi rolls her eyes, even as she sits up and motions for you to get up. you jump up with a bright smile. she sighs, folding her arms.

"go get dressed. ugh, passive -- dunno what you were thinkin' when you asked me that princess."

Spoiled: Bratty Princess x TF141 Bodyguards AU

Our bratty princess navigates a new world with four new brooding bodyguards ...

Always accepting asks and ideas on this AU!

Part One

Background

Part Two

𝚗𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚗𝚎 || 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚐𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚎𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

in which the next chapter begins

new york city hums like it knows what’s about to happen. there’s a kind of electricity in the air, thick with promise and nerves, and as your driver weaves through the busy streets, you watch paige take it all in from the backseat—her face turned to the window, hood pulled over her head, hand clasped tightly in yours.

“this doesn’t feel real,” she murmurs, eyes wide as they track the towering buildings, the people, the energy. “like, i’m actually here.”

you squeeze her hand. “you’re not dreaming, bueckers.”

she smirks, still dazed. “you sure? 'cause being in new york with you, about to get drafted number one… i must’ve done something right.”

you look at her—at the soft awe in her voice, the nerves she’s trying to hide—and smile. “you earned all of this.”

she leans over and kisses the back of your hand. “wouldn’t be here without you.”

the hotel lobby smells like roses and money. a few of the other top picks are checking in, media reps scattered around, coaches from various teams exchanging polite nods. paige walks in with her backpack slung over one shoulder like she’s still in college, but she’s greeted like a queen.

people look at you too—curious, trying to place you. her plus one, but not a public one. not yet.

upstairs, the suite is stunning. floor-to-ceiling windows, champagne already chilling in a silver bucket on the table, and a view of manhattan that would knock the breath out of anyone.

paige walks straight to the window. “god,” she whispers. “how am i supposed to sleep tonight?”

you wrap your arms around her from behind. “you won’t. and that’s okay.”

the next few days are a whirlwind of cameras and flashing lights, pre-draft interviews, and moments stolen in between where paige clings to you like you’re the only thing keeping her grounded.

you walk with her to early press calls, watch her shake hands with executives and talk to reporters with the perfect balance of humility and fire. she rides up the empire state building in an elevator full of pr staff, but she only holds your hand. at the top, she stands by the glass and whispers, “feels like the whole world’s watching.”

“they are,” you say, brushing your fingers against hers. “and they’re about to see what happens when a star rises.”

the suite becomes a glam studio before the sun even rises. stylists, makeup artists, wardrobe specialists—all bustling around paige while she sits in the middle of it all, cross-legged in a robe, sipping coffee like she isn’t about to have her life change forever.

her stylist calls you over as you’re about to change into the outfit you packed.

“actually,” she says, holding up a garment bag. “this is for you.”

you blink. “that’s not mine.”

“it is now. paige picked it out. said it had to be perfect.”

your chest tightens as you unzip the bag, revealing a dress so perfectly you, it feels unreal. the fabric is soft, expensive, and the color—something muted and romantic—brings out your features in a way you didn’t even know was possible.

“she did this?” you whisper.

“she wanted you to feel special today too.”

you change in the bathroom, hands shaking slightly. when you finally step out, paige is standing near the window, fully dressed in a glittery-dark colored custom suit that has her shimmering with every step, her curls falling effortlessly over her shoulders.

she turns—and everything slows.

her mouth parts. “holy... you look…”

you laugh, flushed. “you too. you clean up alright, bueckers.”

she walks up to you, cups your jaw gently. “you’re unreal. thank you for being here today.”

“there’s nowhere else i’d be.”

the red carpet outside the venue is chaos—reporters, photographers, wnba legends, fans with signs, people shouting paige’s name like it’s already etched into history.

you try to stay a step behind her, to let her soak in her spotlight, but she won’t have it. her hand wraps around your waist and stays there. through the cameras, the chaos, the interviews—she keeps you close.

you’re standing just off to the side when the espn interviewer waves paige over for a quick one-on-one. the camera is rolling, and you make a move to step back, but paige pulls you forward by the hand.

the interviewer smiles knowingly. “paige bueckers! big night. how are we feeling?”

paige smiles back, calm and radiant. “excited. grateful. nervous. all of it.”

“you’re projected to go number one overall—does that add pressure?”

“a little,” she admits. “but i try to block it out. i’m here to soak it in and be present.”

the interviewer nods, glancing at you briefly. “and you’ve got some company tonight. can we ask who your date is?”

paige glances your way, and you feel her fingers squeeze yours.

“she’s someone very special to me,” paige says, voice even but warm. “we’re here to celebrate the moment. that’s what tonight’s about.”

“so… are you confirming you’re in a relationship?”

she chuckles, not flustered at all. “i’m confirming that i’m not doing tonight alone. that’s all you get.”

“alright, alright,” the interviewer laughs. “we’ll take it.”

twitter explodes five seconds later.

inside the venue, the lights dim and the countdown begins. you sit beside paige, her hand still wrapped in yours like a lifeline. her leg bounces. her breath hitches every time someone coughs into a mic.

“paige,” you whisper, turning to her. “hey. breathe.”

she nods, but doesn’t look at you. her eyes are on the stage.

“whether you go first or fifth,” you murmur, pressing your forehead to hers, “you’re still the most incredible person in this room. and i’ll be just as proud no matter what.”

her eyes flutter closed. she exhales.

“promise?” she whispers.

“promise.”

then the lights shift. the wnba commissioner walks to the podium. the music swells.

“with the first pick in the 2024 wnba draft, the dallas wings select… paige bueckers, university of connecticut.”

the room erupts.

paige turns to you—eyes wide, heart on her sleeve—and she kisses you.

right there. full, gentle, and certain.

the room falls silent for a heartbeat, and then explodes again.

@/espnw: she’s the number one pick. she also just kissed her girl on live tv. paige bueckers is here.

@/wnba: #1 pick. #1 moment. paige bueckers delivers the most unforgettable draft night kiss of all time.

@/bleacherreport: paige bueckers. first pick. first public kiss. iconic.

@/gaysportsnerd: so like… when do we get the engagement photos?

@/dallaswings: welcome to dallas, @/paigebueckers!

@/overtime: not just #1 on the court. paige bueckers just dropped the most iconic draft night moment of all time.

@/chennedyfan99: paige bueckers said “i’m number one and i’m in love, what about it?”

later, after the cheers settles and the cameras stop flashing, paige wraps her arms around you on the balcony of the hotel suite. new york glows behind you, and she leans her head on your shoulder.

“i didn’t plan the kiss,” she says softly.

“i know.”

“but i meant it.”

“i know.”

she turns her face to yours, brushing your cheek with her nose. “i want to be number one in everything. including with you.”

“you already are,” you whisper. “you always have been.”

she smiles, soft and golden. “forever, huh?”

“hell yeah.”

YAYYYYY

Inked- Ellie Williams

❥Pairing: Ellie Williams x AFAB!Reader

❥Summary: Ellie gets a stomach tattoo and then fucks you in a public washroom

❥CW: 18+ smut, oral sex (reader receiving), semi-public sex. 1.3k words

❥a/n: NOT PROOFREAD! I lowkey hate this and might edit later but here's the long awaited fic that I took way too long to post lol. Sorry if the formatting is weird- i'm posting from my phone. Hope u enjoy!

The tattoo parlour was a blend of buzzing needles and low conversations, the air thick with the smell of antiseptic and ink. You walked in with Ellie, walking close behind her as you looked around. You had been best friends for years, sharing countless memories and adventures, and today was about to add another chapter.

Ellie was finally getting the stomach tattoo she'd talked about for months, and you were there for moral support, as always. The artist greeted you with a nod, already prepping his station.

Ellie seemed calm, but you could sense the underlying nerves. As she lay back in the chair, your hands instinctively reached out to give her hand a squeeze.

Ellie lifted up her shirt and pulled the waistband of her jeans down slightly, exposing the canvas of her skin. Your eyes trailed over her exposed skin, lingering on the slight v-line that disappeared beneath her pants. You felt a rush of warmth to your cheeks and quickly looked away, hoping Ellie didn't notice.

The session began, the buzz of the needle filling the room. You watched as the artist skillfully worked on Ellie’s skin, the blank ink slowly forming intricate patterns. You tried to focus on the tatto, but your eyes kept drifting back to Ellie's exposed skin, the taut muscles of her abdomen, the soft curve of her hips.

Ellie winced occasionally, her grip on your hand tightening. Each time you offered a reassuring smile, but inside you were battling your own desires. The way her body reacted to the pain, the way her chest rose and fell with each breath as her teeth worried her bottom lip–it was all too much.

You found your mind wandering, imagining what it would be like to feel Ellie's hands on you, her mouth exploring your body. The thought of her pinning you down, her fingers teasingly tracing your skin, sent a shiver down your spine. Your eyes traced the V-line of her abdomen once more, and you could almost feel her pressed against you, her breath hot against your ear as she whispered your name.

Your body reacted to the fantasy, heat pooling between your legs as you shifted in your seat, trying to find some relief. You bit your lip, your eyes flicking back to Ellie's face. Her eyes were closed, her breath coming in shallow pants as the needle continued its work. You wondered if she could feel your gaze, if she could sense the effect she had on you.

The thought of Ellie's hands gripping your hips, her body pressed against yours, her mouth claiming yours in a heated kiss-it was enough to make you ache with need. You clenched your thighs together, trying to focus on anything else, but the image of Ellie fucking you, her voice husky with desire, refused to leave your mind.

Ellie attempted conversation with you, but you were too distracted, not hearing her words as your focus zeroed in on her skin. Her grip on your hand loosened, and her fingers splayed against your upper thigh, squeezing slightly to grab your attention.

Your eyes meet hers, heat flooding your face at the contact. “Are you okay?”

Shit. Did she notice you staring? “I- Yes. I'm fine,” you stuttered out, sneaking another glance at her v-line before meeting her eyes again. Something in her gaze shifted and–oh god, you had to get out of there. The way she was looking at you through her lashes had your aching cunt soaking your panties. “I have to use the washroom.”

You got up abruptly, not waiting for a reply from Ellie as you beelined to the washroom towards the back of the parlour. Once inside, you leaned against the sink, taking deep breaths to calm yourself. The mirror reflected your wide eyed, lust fueled expression, your thoughts racing with the memory of Ellie's exposed skin.

Minutes passed, and you heard a light knock on the door. “Hey, you okay in there?” Ellie's voice was soft but laced with concern.

“Yeah, just…give me a minute,” you called back, trying to steady your voice.

Ellie's hesitation was palpable, but she opened the door anyway, slipping inside and closing it behind her. Shit. You forgot to lock the door.

"I was worried about you," she said, her eyes scanning your face. "You seemed... off."

You bit your lip, avoiding her gaze. "I'm fine, really."

Ellie stepped closer, her hand gently tilting your chin up to meet her eyes. "I saw the way you were looking at me," she murmured, her voice low. "And it's okay. You don't have to hide it."

Your heart pounded in your chest as her words sank in. "Ellie, I-"

She cut you off with a kiss, her lips soft but demanding against yours. You melted into her touch, your hands gripping her shirt as you pulled her closer. The kiss deepened, years of unspoken desire finally breaking free.

Ellie's hands roamed your body, sliding under your shirt to caress your skin. Her touch was electrifying, sending shivers down your spine. She pushed you against the wall, her mouth moving to your neck, sucking and biting gently.

You moaned softly, your fingers tangling in her hair.

"Ellie," you breathed out, your voice heavy with need. She pulled back slightly, her eyes dark with desire as she looked at you.

"Do you want this?" she asked, her voice husky.

"Yes," you replied without hesitation. "I want you."

Ellie smirked, her hands moving to unbutton your jeans. She slipped her hand inside, her fingers brushing against your soaked panties. "You're so wet," she whispered, her breath hot against your ear.

You gasped as her fingers slid inside your panties, teasing your entrance.

"Ellie, please," you begged, your hips bucking against her hand.

She slid two fingers inside you, curling them to hit just the right spot. You moaned loudly, your back arching against the wall. Ellie's thumb found your clit, rubbing slow, deliberate circles as she fucked you with her fingers.

Your breaths came in ragged gasps, the pleasure building inside you. "Ellie, I'm gonna-"

"Come for me," she murmured, her lips brushing against your ear. Her words pushed you over the edge, your body shuddering as you came around her fingers.

Ellie didn't stop, continuing to finger you through your orgasm, drawing out every last bit of pleasure. When you finally came down, she pulled her hand away, bringing her fingers to her lips and licking them clean. "You taste so good," she said, her voice filled with desire.

Before you could respond, Ellie dropped to her knees, her hands gripping your hips as she pulled your jeans and panties down. She kissed the inside of your thighs, her tongue flicking out to tease your skin. "Ellie," you moaned, your hands gripping her hair.

She licked a long stripe up your slit, her tongue swirling around your clit. You cried out, your hips bucking against her mouth. Ellie held you firmly in place, her tongue delving into your core, tasting you. She alternated between licking and sucking, her tongue expertly working you towards another orgasm.

Your legs trembled, your breaths coming in short gasps as the pleasure built inside you once more. "Ellie, I'm gonna come again," you panted. She hummed against your clit, the vibration sending you over the edge.

You came with a loud cry, your body shaking with the intensity of your orgasm. Ellie continued to lick you, her tongue gentle now, helping you come down from your high.

When you finally caught your breath, Ellie stood up, her lips glistening with your arousal. She kissed you deeply, letting you taste yourself on her tongue. "That was incredible," she whispered against your lips.

You smiled, your body still tingling with pleasure. "Yes, it was," you agreed. "But what about you?"

Ellie grinned, her hands moving to unbutton her own jeans. "Oh, I'm not done with you yet," she said, her voice filled with anticipation.

James: Knock knock

Regulus *rolling eyes*: Who’s there?

James: When where

Regulus: When where who?

James: Astronomy tower, 10PM, me and you ;)

Sirius:

Sirius: EXFUCKINGCUSE ME

(Base game version) Sims In Bloom: A Sims 4 Legacy Challenge ☆ﾟ*･｡*･

I won’t be play testing this one, so please let me know if you come across any issues!

( Original version )

General rules

For each generation complete the designated aspiration, career and skills.

Asterisk * marked points are optional, you can choose to complete these to make the challenge more difficult.

There are two colours associated with every generation. Use these for genetics (berry/vanilla), or just clothes and house decor if you wish.

Start each new generation with a small house/apartment and 1000 simoleons. If you want to make the challenge harder, you can start each generation on an empty lot with 0 simoleons (rags to riches style!)

Play on any lifespan you wish (short is not recommended).

If you decide to play this challenge @ me or use the tag #sib or #SimsInBloom if you want me to see!

Gen 1 - Daisy (white, yellow)

Gardening has always been your passion. Owning a large, healthy garden is all you’ve ever wanted in life, even if your nails constantly have soil under them and you have so many broken pots you’ve lost count. Your happy place is sitting in the shade of the fruit trees that you grew yourself from tiny saplings. You wonder what your family will grow to do, and hope that they will flourish just as beautifully as your garden has. This is the start of your family legacy!

Aspiration: Freelance botanist

Traits: Cheerful, Clumsy, Loves the outdoors

Career: Self-employed/None

Skills: Gardening, fishing, fitness

Earn money by selling the produce you’ve grown/collected yourself

Grow a cowplant and keep it alive for as long as you live (if it dies, immediately plant a new one)

Grow 5 perfect plants

Marry a sim who also has the ‘loves the outdoors’ trait

Grow a death flower

Keep reading

you can catch me in Vegas, catch me in Tokyo

the audios are killing me omg

can you do angsty ellie headcanons? maybe how she reacts in a fight/what makes her angry? or ellie being mean to reader and having to apologize??

a/n: of course!!! this is NOT proofread... and there is some ai audios at the bottom... enjoy!

angry gf ellie

ellie does her absolute best to not get upset with you

like she really does because her mouth is a bitch when she's mad

but sometimes you take things a little too far and ellie has to fight with herself to not lash out at you

"ellie, i wasn't actually flirting with her. i was just trying to tease you." you would say in a worried voice as you watched her pace the room and avoid eye contact with you

"in what fucking world would you think i would like that?" she would spit out, flinching at her own tone

"i jus-" you try and justify it but you know you have pushed her a little too far

she would probably cut you off with the sound of your name, her voice much gentler this time

"can you just go? i need to be alone right now."

ellie is also very good at the silent treatment which drives you crazy

she would avoid you for days after the incident, not wanting to get in a full-fledged fight with you

she keeps imagining you playfully laughing and touching someone else's forearm and it drives her crazy

she doesn't even know why you would do something like that, was she not giving you enough attention?

so she would end up at your door late at night with her foot in your mouth

upon seeing your tired face, probably from the stress she caused you, she would immediately fold (ellie is such a simp it's embarrassing)

she just forgets what she's mad about when looking into your sad eyes, your face already in the palm of her hand

"baby," she would coo

"'m sorry els, it was so stupid. i don't even know why i thought that was a good idea because if you did that to me i would probably lose my mind, so please don't break up with me. i promise it will never-" she would watch as you rambled on but get absolutely thrown by the 'don't break up with me' comment

"hey hey hey, who said anything about breaking up? i was just upset, is all. don't like seeing my girl touching anyone else, yeah? we're okay, i promise." she does her best to reassure you, but when the worried look on your face doesn't go away she decides to press a kiss on your forehead

"you promise?"

"i promise. -- now are you going to invite me in? it's fucking freezing out here!"

ellie only gets angry at the sight of two things: you with another person and you injured

it's why she tries her best to be the only one who goes on patrol with you, but since shifts rotate sometimes you have to go with someone else

and that someone was jesse, who you loved but who ellie hated for you to be on patrol with

she knows what you and jesse are like around eachother (distracted) and you always come back with a few extra scratches when you're out with him

this time you came back on the back of jesse's horse with blood dripping down your forehead

upon seeing you ellie is immediately fuming and running out from the shelter of the stable to help you off the horse

she tries to be gentle in helping you down but she's shaking and your blood has started to drip onto her hand

"what the fuck happened, jesse?" she says in a huff as the men in the stable rush over to help her get you down.

"raiders, they just came out of nowhere." he sighs, hand on his head because he knows he's about to get it from ellie

"they came out of nowhere? or were you just not paying any fucking attention?!" she glared at jesse as you toppled over into her

"c'mon baby, you're okay." she'd press a kiss to your forehead ignoring jesse as she got you to the infirmary

but once you were all stitched up and alert? she was on you in an instant

"you always do this and i tell you every time that one day it's going to cost you your fucking life! and that day was almost today! -- do you know how lucky you are?"

you were just blinking up at her with your eyes wide, it shocked you that when you finally came to you were recieving a lecture from your girlfriend

"ellie, i'm too tired for this."

"oh, you're too tired? imagine how tired i am! how tiring it must be to wait for days not knowing if your girlfriend is dead. but noooo, jesse is just that fucking interesting that you have to risk your life to laugh at his lame jokes."

"what do you want me to do?" at this point you're just trying to get the pounding in your head to stop

"i want you to focus when you are on patrol! act like your life means something!" she's practically begging at this point

"okay."

"okay?"

"anything to stop you yelling at me, i really don't feel good." you say, leaning over to throw up into the closest garbage can

and just like that ellie is your ellie again, she's rushing over to hold your hair and rub your back

when you finish she gets up to throw the trash outside so the room doesn't stink

she hates being mad at you, but she hates upsetting you

"look, about what i said earlier; i'm sorry. i don't know what would happen, what i would do, if i lost you. i didn't mean to take it out on you."

you grab her hand and squeeze it lightly, "i know and i love you."

"i love you more."

but then you're leaning in to give her a kiss and she remembers five minutes ago when you were throwing up everything inside you

"i'll give you a kiss later…after we get those teeth cleaned."

ai audios:

i had more... but there's an upload limit

𝑦𝑒𝑠٫𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝘩𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 ♚

knight!ellie x princess!reader

𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒃𝒐𝒂𝒓𝒅

cw: 18+ mdni // era-typical misogyny, fem!reader, masculine!ellie, dom + switch!reader, sub + switch!ellie, oral, finger & face f*cking, general rough treatment, mommy k!nk, slight dub con // not totally proofread

an: this is so completely self indulgent, it just came to me after I watched a tv show and I wanted to write something filthy lmfao! this is my first time writing full length smut so pls be nice :) anyway happy reading - sincerely, sugar ✧˖° ⚔️

You had your sights set on her from the very beginning.

You met Dame Ellie Williams for the first time at the annual military ball. Your father, was promoting his best soldiers to the royal guard, and for the first time ever one of the lucky chosen few was a woman. She was gorgeous, lean and built with lithe muscle. Jaw sharper than her sword and kind eyes like sea glass. She was last in line to have her uniform pinned with the family crest and after greeting both of your parents, her eyes landed on you. Her face inflamed and the easy going charm she had with the King and Queen melted instantly. Her bow was off kilter and when she kissed your gloved hand you swore you could hear the faintest whimper fall from her lips after they connected with the silk.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, your highness.” She said shakily as she straightened, still not meeting your eye.

“The pleasure is all mine.” You said, and at the sound of your voice Ellie felt something flutter inside her.

You just had to have her.

Unfortunately she was assigned to your fathers security detail soon after the ball, one of the few guards trusted to escort him to and from the palace, ensuring his safe return to his wife and only daughter. But that simply wouldn’t do. You only saw Ellie a few times a month- at dinners over foreign affairs or at jousting tournaments, where she stood guard looking handsome and stoic, too far away from you for your liking.

You set out on a mission to have her…promoted. You wanted her in your bed, between your thighs and the only way to get her to break her discipline and her decorum, was to have her by your side without fail, every single day.

It was a late summer evening when you began the first phase of your plan. You needed to get your parents attention, force them to have a reason to assign you a personal guard. You needed to do something big, something that broke almost every royal decree of protocol. A late night rendezvous with some friends at the tavern in nothing but your nightgown sufficed. Half the royal guard was sent out to search for you when your handmaiden found your bed empty that morning. When your fathers men finally found you, dancing on the bartop in the tiniest of silk slips with a pint in both hands, your parents were not best pleased.

The lecture you received was mind numbing. You’d acted out before but this behavior was ‘not becoming of a princess’ and your parents were appalled.

“Perhaps we need to find someone to look after you.” Your mother suggested, manicured fingers rubbing her temple to relive the stress fueled tension there.

“Mother, no! I’m not a child!” You complained, knowing that the more you pushed back, the firmer they’d be.

“You sure seem to have a penchant for acting like one!” Your father sighed angrily. “You can have your pick of the newly appointed guardsmen.”

“Father, if I have to have some glorified babysitter watch my every move I don’t want it to be some strange man from the guard!”

“She does have a point my love” you mother said, touching the King’s arm fondly.

Your father let out an exhausted sigh. “Will Dame Williams suffice? She is of top rank…and a woman, I suppose.”

You tried your best to control your excitement. “That will do just fine.”

Your father nodded with finality and dismissed you to your wing of the castle.

And that is how you wound up with Ellie at the door to your bedchambers every morning. You become quick friends, after you wore her down of course. She was trained to be hardened, always on the look out for danger. But overtime she’d grown to have a soft spot for you. You’d finally gotten her to see you as a friend and not just a job. She felt bad that you were cooped up in the castle, being bred for marriage and motherhood. She was kind to you, and kept you company throughout your days. She was your chess partner, confidant, and escort on many frequent trips to the library.

But you wanted more. You noticed the way she looked at you when she thought you wouldn’t see. How her eyes lingered on your chest when you laughed and how her speech became stuttered and breathy when you touched her arm.

You just needed her too see you differently, less like her friend… more like a lover.

You decided that it was finally time for phase two. You needed to break her, but first she needed to be worked up, to a point she couldn’t return from.

You told Ellie you needed to rest, and take an afternoon nap in the comfort of your bed. Of course she needed to stay and protect you, so you begged her to stand right outside your bedroom door and make sure no one interrupted you. Ellie, oblivious as always, readily agreed and stood post.

What she didn’t know was that you weren’t sleeping, no. You stripped down to your chemise and settled yourself upon your grand bed. You thought of her green eyes and strong thighs and slowly started to trail your finger down to your already dripping core. You pressed a finger to that sensitive bundle of nerves and started a slow, easy rhythm. You imagined what she would taste like, what she’d feel like beneath you and you couldn’t help the sounds that dripped from your lips.

“Ellie,” you whined into your cushion.

You gripped your chest with you other hand, pulling and twisting your nipples until they stiffened to peaks. You pressed a finger into your tight hole and couldn’t control the loud moan that fled your mouth.

On the other side of the door Ellie’s attention was instantly grabbed. She pressed her ear to the wood, not sure if you were calling out to her by accident in your sleep or because there was danger nearby. You moaned again and Ellie discovered that neither of the former were true: there was no danger and you weren’t sleep talking either. Her cheeks burst into a crimson flame as she realized what you were up to. You cried her name out again, muffled by the pillows as you added a second finger and Ellie gripped the doorframe so tight she feared she would splinter the oak trim. She was wracked with inner turmoil: she felt so guilty that she could hear you, but the sounds you were making- the fact that you wanted her, it was all too much. She could feel a dampness grow between her thighs at your siren call. But no- she had to control herself. Ellie willed her feet to carry her across the room, and she sat down stiffly on one of the settees in the receiving room, and forced herself not to intrude on your personal time. But your hypnotic call only grew louder. When you finally climaxed, Ellie heard it loud and clear, and when you left your bedroom for dinner you noticed a lovely blush on on the knight’s freckled cheeks.

You were sad that Ellie hadn’t burst into your bedroom to catch you in the act, but you had expected her to be this stubborn. You would just have to entrap her another way.

You gave her many excuses to see your body in questionable states of undress. You would frequently dismiss your lady’s maid and make Ellie help you get ready- instructing her on how to lace up your corset just right as you elegantly held your hair up.

“Like this, your highness?”

“Mhm. A little tighter, Ellie.” You’d whisper. You could here the hitch in her breath and it excited you beyond belief. She’d yank the laces harder and you’d brace yourself with a grunt against your vanity. “You can go harder, you won’t hurt me.”

Ellie swore under her breath and pulled again.

Once you were fully dressed you’d twirl for her, ask her opinion on your new dress and watch her stutter her way through a compliment as she tried her damn hardest not to ogle the tantalizing swell of your breasts in that godforsaken corset.

Other times you would force her to escort you to the palace kitchen in the middle of the night, claiming that you were “feeling a bit hungry, and longed for something sweet.”

Ellie would advise you that it wasn’t safe to roam the palace at night, even with her there to watch over you. But you’d beg and beg, and she just couldn’t say no to you. You wouldn’t bother to cover up, you would just slide a thin robe over your slip dress and pop your slippers onto your feet.

You held Ellie’s arm as you talked her ear off, playing with the fastening on her uniform as you strolled through the castle’s maze like hallways.

Once you made it to the kitchen you glided from place to place, finding fruit or old pastries to add to your plate.

“Did you like serving in the military, Ellie?” You asked, chopping up a few strawberries.

“Of course,” she answered immediately, “it was an honor to serve my country.”

“But didn’t you ever get lonely- those cold barracks, no one to keep you company. No one to keep you warm.” You offered her a chunk of fruit from the end of the knife. She bit it off gently and chewed, not meeting your eyes.

“I had rum and a blanket.” Ellie deadpanned, before rolling her eyes playfully- avoiding the question. But then you licked some strawberry juice off of your finger and she stopped smiling. Her eyes followed the path of your tongue and you watched her ball her fist, a pitiful attempt at self control. Oh, how you loved to toy with her.

But of course, she didn’t take the bait. “We should… be getting back, your highness. Finish up assembling your plate so I can escort you to your bedchamber.”

It was a chilly night, a storm was raging outside your windows snd you were starting to give up hope. Ellie still hadn’t cracked and you were growing tired of this game you two were playing. It was her day off, so you were already bored out of your mind, missing her as well, and anxious as thunder roared outside your window. It was well past sunset when a knock sounded at your door. When you pulled it open you were surprised to see Ellie, hair dripping and lips glistening with rain water.

“Ellie, oh God, what happened to you!”

“There’s flooding outside the castle. The servants basement quarters are too dangerous to stay in so your father called in all the guard to assist in relocating the palace staff.”

“Oh no! Is everyone alright?”

Ellie gave a small smile at your concern and touched you arm comfortingly. “Everyone is safe and sound, princess. The King has offered the guest rooms up to them and we’ve scrounged up some extra cots.”

“Thank goodness.” You sighed in relief.

“Your mother just wanted me to inform you, so… I’ll be on my way. Goodnight, your highness.”

“It’s still too dangerous to go home Ellie! What wing of the castle are you staying in?”

She gives you a sheepish grin, “most of the rooms are full. There are mothers with children that need those beds. I was just going to find a chair to pass out in.”

You lips parted in shock. “Absolutely not. There’s no way I’m allowing that when I have a perfectly fine bed right in here.” You grabbed her arm and pulled her into your rooms, slamming the door behind you.

“Your highness I couldn’t possibly-“ Ellie began shaking her head vigorously. In doing so, she flung a few water droplets on you and you shrieked, giggling as you backed away.

“Nonsense. Just sit here while I get you a towel!” You told her, depositing her in front of your fireplace.

You returned with blankets, towels and the leftovers from your dinner, which you’d taken in your bedroom tonight. You handed her the uneaten baguette as you layed the blankets down in front of the fire. You tossed a few cushion on the floor as well, for extra coziness.

“Shoes,” you said, gesturing for Ellie to hand her soaking boots over to you. She sighed, knowing you wouldn’t take no for an answer and started unlacing them. Once off, you put them close to the hearth to dry off.

Ellie looked beautiful in front of the fire. You’d never seen her hair down, and the aubern locks glowed in the low light. The flames cast shadows on her sculpted face and you were reminded of just how handsome she was.

“Please join me,” Ellie said, drawing you out of your admiration, “I feel guilty taking all the warmth for myself.”

You dropped down beside her, and she opened up the blanket around her shoulders too you. You readily curled into her and she draped the ends of it over you.

“Are you comfortable? All dry?” You questioned, still worried that she would catch cold.

“I’m all good, princess.” You nodded and layed your head on her shoulder.

“You’re so kind to help all those people, Ellie.”

She shook her head, “just doing my job your highness.”

“I know, I know but still. You’re so good. And selfless. That’s why- that’s why I like you so much…you’re very dear to me.”

Ellie sat upright, looking down at you bewildered, “you like me??”

You rolled your eyes and shoved her, “seriously! this cannot be news to you.”

But Ellie looked so confused, her brows furrowed adorably and you found yourself laughing out loud.

“I’ve wanted you ever since the military ball all those months ago!”

“I thought you’d were just…lusting after me,” she spluttered, “I thought you would eventually move on. I didn’t know you had…feelings. Real ones.”

You clutched her cheeks in your hands desperately, “Ellie of course I have real feelings. You are the kindest, most brave, most gorgeous person I’ve ever had the privilege of knowing. I’d be a fool not to.” You touched your forehead to hers and Ellie’s gaze was glued to your plush lips, as were yours to hers.

“Your highness…we can’t.” She whispered, voice strained.

“Please, ellie. Don’t deny me any longer.”

She groaned and screwed her eyes shut, weighing her options.

She could have you and lose her title.

Or not and be miserable for eternity.

You, of course, made the decision for her when you surged forward and claimed her lips as yours. When she felt the softness of your moth against hers all the logic in Ellie’s head flew right out. She slid her hands down your waist and gripped you tightly, pulling you to her.

You pulled away first, breathless- “I want you. Right here, right now.”

“Fuck,” ellie cursed and pulled you back into her.

You mount her, straddling her lap and pushing a hand down on her chest. Ellie’s head lands on a mass of pillow with a ‘thump’ and she gazes up at you in surprise. There was no time for softness, no time to pretend to be the demure, innocent princess. You’d waited far too long and you knew what you wanted.

You pulled your silk sleep dress over your head and dropped it on the floor. Ellie’s cheeks burned at the sight of your bare chest and you grinned at her reaction.

“Christ.” She choked out, immediately bringing her shaking hands up to your body, “can I? Please?”

You smiled down at her and nodded. She pressed her palms to you breasts and you both moaned at the feeling. Her roughened hands felt perfect on your skin, just as you’d imagined. Soon Ellie replaced her hands with her mouth and you drag your hips down into hers as she sucked a nipple into her mouth.

“God- fuck, Ellie just like that, sweetheart.” She whined into your chest at the pet name and you laughed. “Such a talented mouth on you, baby. Want to put it to good use for me?” She nodded her head eagerly and released your breast with a pop, lips still shiny and wet.

You smoothly slid off her and layed down against the soft blankets. You then touched a single finger to your dripping core, beckoning her over with the other hand. Ellie scrambled over to you, positioning herself between your thighs.

“Lie on your stomach for me,” you instructed and she immediately lowered herself down. You liked how well she followed instructions, and loved how little it took for her to submit to you. “Good girl, Ellie.” The knight groaned and rested her cheek against your thigh, like she couldn’t handle your praise.

You reached down and ran your hands through her hair, scratching gently at her scalp and she whined again at your touch. “I want you to make me come, okay?”

“I can do that,” she said eagerly, “I’ll do anything. Just- please let me touch you. Please.” She ran a finger down your clothed slit and you shivered.

“No, baby I want you to use your mouth. Only your mouth.” You sighed, trying your hardest not to buck your pussy up into her touch. “Now take my panties off. No hands.”

Ellie nodded then lowered her mouth to your hips and hooked her teeth around the lacy fabric, before pulling it down you thighs. When she finished she looked up at you expectantly, and you realized she was waiting for your permission to taste you. You almost came at the thought- she was such well trained soldier. You’d have to send a thank you note to the head general.

The first swipe of Ellie tongue sent shockwaves through you. She ate you like she was starved and you were a delicacy. She took your sensitive bud into her mouth and sucked once, then twice and you cried out in pleasure.

“Fuck- Ellie! Keep going, doing so g-good.”

She doubled down on her ministrations , gripping your hips in her big hands. She slid one of your thighs over her shoulder and pressed you impossibly closer. You couldn’t handle the pleasure. You’d never felt anything this good and you could’ve cried at the feeling. And you did, a few stray tears leaked out of your eyes as Ellie thrust her to tongue down into your entrance. You were getting closer by the second. You gripped Ellie’s hair in your hands and pushed her mouth into you roughly. She moaned into your core and the vibrations made you buck up into her wanting mouth- which felt heavenly. You began dragging your clit across Ellie’s tongue, selfishly using her pretty little mouth to get off.

Ellie was surprised at how aroused she became at your aggressive treatment. She’d been with many girls in her day, but none of them ever as bold as you. Before she knew it her hips were grinding down into the pillows below her, trying to find even a morsel of relief. Ellie whined into your cunt, and you groaned at the feeling, “I know, baby. I know- I’m just- I’m so close. FUCK! Just a bit longer, mommy’s almost there.”

You looked down at her- and she was beautiful: hair messy, cheeks flushed, hands limp on your hips as you used her. It was that image that sent you free falling over the edge, tumbling to your climax.

You release your grip on Ellie’s hair and she fell against your thigh, gasping for air and whimpering in pleasure.

You stroked her hair and cooed at her as you came down from your orgasm, the cool air of the room hitting your abused cunt just right.

Ellie finally sat up, after taking a few moments to catch her breath- her cheeks and chin smeared with the evidence of your orgasm.

“Was- was it good? Did I do good job?” She asked shyly.

“Yes, you made me feel so good!” You told her, pressing kiss after kiss to her wet face. She blushed even harder and dropped her head down onto your shoulder. “I’d like to return the favor now, darling. If that’s okay with you?”

Ellie’s breath hitched and she gripped your hand. “I’ve never had anyone- in that way. I’ve only ever touched women. They… usually don’t touch me.”

You frowned at her confession, saddened that she’d never received the pleasure she deserved. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, but I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel.”

You watched her ponder your offer, and then she shook her head yes. “Alright. But maybe- just your fingers please. For now.”

“Anything you want, baby.”

You lay her down gently against the pillows, and kissed her forehead, then her lips. You could taste yourself on her tongue and that sent you reeling. You kissed your way down her neck, stopping at her chest. “Can I take this off of you?” You asked, tugging at her uniform top.

She nodded and you smiled, unbuttoning it quickly.

“So fucking pretty,” you whispered under your breath as you pressed your mouth to Ellie’s chest. She cradled your head as you left bruises on the swell of her breasts.

You bite the skin of her toned stomach and continue your conquest. You look up at her, silently asking permission to remove her trousers and she nods, biting the insides of her cheek in anticipation. You tug her bottoms and undergarments off until she’s laid bare for you and you admire the glorious curves of her strong body.

You stroke a single finger against her wet heat and she’s instantly mess, head thrown back, stomach clenching at the intensity of her pleasure. You played with her a little, pinching her lips and cupping her pussy, and Ellie sobbed at your touch. You just loved to watch her break- she was so pliant beneath you and the power trip sent a thrill down your spine.

You pressed a finger inside of her and Ellie keened, clutching your wrist with tears in her eyes. You felt her clench around you and you groaned at the sensation. “Think you can handle another finger, my love?” You asked, after a particularly rough thrust.

“Give me more- please, I can- fuck! I can take it.”

You smirked down at her, “you’d take anything I give you, huh?”

“Yes!” She cried, at the feeling of another one of your fingers stretching her out.

You continued fucking her, one hand inside of her tight heat and the other sweetly caressing her cheek. You caught her falling tears with your lips as you kissed her freckles. “That’s it baby. Doing so good. My brave girl.”

Ellie writhed underneath you and you smiled.

“M’close.” She cried tearfully.

You took in her wrecked form and decided she could handle more. You pressed yet another finger up into her, curling your digits until every thrust was hitting that perfect spot deep inside her. Ellie jackknifed off the floor, curling into herself at how good it felt. You pressed a delicate hand to her abdomen to keep her down as you continued thrusting your fingers into her.

“You want to come, sweetheart?” You asked her, stilling your pace inside her. Ellie whimpered at the lack of stimulation, bright green eyes snapping open to look at you, pleading for release.

“Oh God- yes.” She whispered, breathing so heavily her breasts jumped with her jerky, desperate movements.

“Please, what?”

“Please, your highness! P-please- I can’t. I need-”

You thrust back into her in one swift motion and Ellie cried out, instantly clenching down around you and trapping your hand in a vice grip between her thighs. She looked beautiful when she came, open and wanting, skin glowing from the firelight. Set ablaze, inside and out.

You soothed your knight through the aftershocks of her orgasm with gentle touches. When she finally stopped trembling you eased her back against the pillows, pulling a quilt over the both of you. She curled her body around you, still trying to protect you even in her ravaged state.

The fire was dying, but the room still held a warm and bright glow.

“Thank you, Ellie- for this.” You whispered.

She smiled and pressed a kiss to your hair, slinging her arm around your torso and pulling you to her chest. “The pleasure is all mine, princess.”

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