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summary: knight Vilkas who can't stay away from the princess he's sworn to protect. original post here
warnings: explicit sexual content - minors should not read or engage with this post in any way. not edited sory
"Princess." Vilkas interrupts her, trying to maintain an even tone. "I must ask again that you keep your voice down."
"I can't." She hiccups, hips bucking against his jaw. "Feels so good, I can't -"
"You will. Or I'll stop." Vilkas lies, bracing a hand on her hip. The gauzy material of her gown is annoying but Vilkas shoulders past it, ensuring that his nose brushes her clit as his tongue meets her cunt once more.
He can complain about being discovered all he wants but Vilkas adores every sound she makes. She whines his name and a sense of pride fills his chest - she's had an endless string of suitors fighting just to get her attention but he can reduce her to a whimpering mess in a matter of minutes.
Each time this happens Vilkas swears to all the gods that it is the last time. He indulges fully, licking and sucking and fucking his princess until she's a quivering mess because he intends to quit. He allows her to fall asleep on his chest believing that it's a kindness offered before he ends whatever is growing between them.
Yet he is always drawn back in. This time months had passed since their last dalliance. He'd drawn a boundary that she'd respected surprisingly well. No late night visits or pointed remarks. It almost hurt his feelings.
They must end it - her mother's interest in her prospective marriages grows with every day. Too many questions regarding why she's so resistant to marrying. There is no future for them. Vilkas will never be considered a suitable partner for her. He's a guard and nothing more.
Usually, his willpower broke when she attempts to handle the arousal herself. Watching her hips roll against her own fingers or a pillow resulting in whines of his name falling from her lips. Vilkas always enters her room intending to chastise her as if it will end with anything but him giving her exactly what she wants.
For the first time he'd broken first. Vilkas had entered his princess' quarters with an excuse prepared about hearing a noise. There was no noise - he just wished to be close to her. She'd gazed over him with an eager smile, one arm crooked painfully behind her.
"Vilkas, just in time." She'd turned back to the mirror, nose scrunching in annoyance. So cute. Vilkas had floated closer, selfish hands claiming her waist.
"Is that right?" He'd rasped, drinking in every inch of her. Her hair yanked free from its intricate twists and braids and painful shoes kicked aside.
"Help me get out of this gown, I'm exhausted."
He'd tried to be a respectful knight. he really did. Vilkas wasn't entirely certain how his princess had ended up in bed, her gown unlaced and legs over his shoulders. Truly a mystery.
"So fucking spoiled." He moans into her cunt, lapping at every drop of her arousal he can get. "You always get what you want, don't you?"
"You," she practically sobs it out, hips bucking like she intends to fuck herself on his tongue. "All I want 's you, Vilkas."
She climaxes around his fingers whining about wanting to be fucked. Vilkas doesn't have the heart to inform her that he orgasmed in his pants the instant she spoke his name. He sucks his fingers clean and kicks off the ruined trousers, allowing eager hands to tug him into bed.
He's so careful when removing her gown. Angry marks are streaked across her skin where the laces were done far too tight. Vilkas kisses down her back, every touch of his lips damning him further.
She's so rough with him. So honest. Nothing like the delicate, detached persona she wears to deal with suitors. Vilkas tucks the familiar blankets over the alluring sight of her body, intending to gather his clothing and scurry to his own room.
"Stay." She instructs, already curling into his chest. Vilkas' heart races as his princess settles against him with such familiarity.
"Princess." He murmurs the title, glad to see the little curl of her smile.
"Personal guard to the royal family." She counters, her eyes hardly open. She had a long day and Vilkas is guilty of keeping her from sleep.
"What is the real reason you refuse all of the suitors?" Vilkas dares to ask, terrified and excited to hear her answer. She yawns against his skin, a possessive arm curling around his middle.
"You are." The answer he desired. The one he feared. His princess' legs wrap around his and Vilkas settles in, certain that he'll be in her bed all night.
"Am I scaring them off?" He teases, offering her an opportunity to change her answer. Vilkas strokes hair out of her face and his heart does a funny little skip at the sight of his skin on hers.
"Probably." She teases halfheartedly. "But you know what I mean."
very 🥰🥰🥰 when musicians leave bits in songs where they're saying 'is this thing on?' or 'it's still recording y'know.' chairs scraping, retuning guitars, saying 'let's do that bit again', 'was that take any good?'
made the mistake of getting moonlight peaks on my switch bc i wanted a "portable" cozy game but now i'm spending at least 60% of my gameplay in loading screens which is. a bummer
recently saw this screenshot in the wild and lost my mind because i knew it wasnt supposed to say girl. its ladykins. its get off the cross ladykins. i know this because ladykins is not something my brain could make up and i remember ladykins. and i was sincerely wondering if someone put in the work to censor ladykins for some inscrutable purposes but then i looked it up and
turns out that actually rupaul made the same tweet twice with 1 word changed 8 months apart. he meditated on this for 8 months and 5 days and the word ladykins came to him. i initially thought he copy pasted the first tweet but i dont think thats true anymore i dont think he was operating with any memory of the first tweet i think these words were always in him and will always be. second tweet did way worse by the way. the people did not respond to ladykins
Snag clothing brand’s products and advertising in the UK feature beautiful models like this! There is a great BBC piece where the brand CEO notes that her team responds to one hundred or more complaints daily that her models are “too fat”! How sad is that? All I can say is “GO SNAG!”
Snag clothing is cited in an online debate over whether adverts showing models who appear "unhealthily fat" should be banned.
