#princess 1

[itspixelatedfaeries]

lips red as the rose hair black as ebony skin white as snow

We're following @samssims's Sims Princess Legacy, so what better surname than "Sams"? Welcome to another legacy, with plenty of characters that many of us have grown up with, although with a bit more drama...

[killmongersbootycall]

Princess 👑

NEW FIC ALERT 🚨 CHAPTER 1 BELOW

Yeeeeer!

So I decided to start writing this cus I’ve always wanted to be a spoiled rich girl. Anywho, the OC has a name, but it’ll be written in 2nd POV ( the usual, ‘you cried’ and ‘you stare in shock’). The OC is Black. Fuck you thought this was? Anyways, this gon have some nasty sex in it, like, take your ass to church type shit. Like, kinky, legs wide open, uterus fucked to rib cage type shit. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

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Description:

Jamilah is a spoiled rich girl who doesn’t know when to stop acting up. Her doting father who never knows when to stop her in her tracks is scared to realization when she nearly kills herself in a drunken episode. New body guards are needed on the double. Then walks in Erik Stevens. Read as their lives intertwine in ways that are good, and some that are not so great. Besides, Erik seems to be hiding something. What is it? Read to find out.

⚠️ Warnings ⚠️

There will be smut, like, heavy shit. Not for everyone. I’m a filthy bastard. There might be some violent undertones. Scary shit will occur. Also, there might be need for a trigger warning. I’ll let y’all know.

Now.... begin!

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Chapter 1

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An irritated sigh leaves your mouth, an eye roll quick to follow. You glance at the time on your phone and frown at the fact that you’ve been sitting here for over an hour because your idiot of an assistant is unable to choose proper candidates for your body guard position.

You stare at the yellow wallpaper next to the double doors, ignoring the interview questions your assistant gives the obviously nervous man in front of you. Time passes as you stare blankly at the wall, thinking about how annoying it is that your father fired your other bodyguards.

The whole thing was ridiculous. So you went on a little joy ride while slightly intoxicated. Big whoop. Yeah, it was dangerous, but you did apologize for it. But then Daddy had to fire your guards for not taking good enough care of you. Cue the eye roll. Even worse, he took away not one, but two of your credit cards. The horror of it all.

“Ahem. Miss Jamilah.”

You brought back to reality by your assistant who stares at you nervously. You roll your eyes and turn back to the prospective bodyguard who at this point is shaking in his boots. You raise an eyebrow then speak.

“No.” You state, then look back down at your phone and continue surfing your Instagram feed.

You hear a frustrated sigh from your assistant followed by a small sob from the failed body guard in front of you as he’s ushered out by security.

“Next is Erik Stevens. Former Navy Seal, M.I-“

“Blah blah, shit, just send him in.” You say, waving her off.

She sighs quietly then nods at security to let him in. The door opens and you hear foot steps as someone’s approaches your table. You don’t bother to look up, typing away at your phone.

“Mister Stevens, this is Miss Jamilah.” She introduces.

You see a hand appear above your phone. You roll your eyes and look up to give this person the dirtiest look you can muster but you freeze.

Lord have mercy.

It’s pretty hard to get you speechless, but the sight of this man had your panties instantly wet. Strong jaw, thick ass lips, and skin that was just begging for you to run your fingers against it. You stare up at him, thanking good for your dark skin tone because if you were white, the heat in your cheeks would bloom into a scorching red.

“Um, Miss Jamilah?”

Your thrown out of your speechlessness at the slightly amused voice of your assistant. You clear your throat and meet his palm with yours, engaging in a firm handshake.

“Nice to meet you.” He says.

Jesus take the wheel. How his voice gon sound this good?

“Nice to meet you too.” You reply, thanking god your voice didn’t shake.

He lets go of your hand and takes a couple steps back to face your assistant and her questions. Their voices fade as you prop your head up on your palm. You stare at Erik as he answers her questions, his hands behind his back as he stood with his legs spread apart in a typical military position. Your eyes scan him from top to bottom, the tell tale moisture in your panties indicating that your body liked what you saw. You’re eyes are stuck on his abdomen, visualizing what he looks like underneath that black turtle neck.

“-lah. Miss Jamilah!”

You break out of your gaze, jumping slightly in your seat. You turn and face your assistant who is holding back a smirk. You clear your throat and roll your eyes.

“What?” You ask nonchalantly, looking down at your phone, typing at a blank screen.

“What’s your decision?” She asks, her fingers clicking against her clipboard.

You feel your heart thump in your chest for a moment, and you glance up to look at Erik. His eyes are on you, intense and he has a knowing look on his face. You clear your throat and look away, typing at nothingness again.

“Sure.” You reply, but your assistant knows it’s a yes.

She does a slight hop for joy, then turns to Erik smiling brightly, holding her hand out to him.

“Congratulations Mister Stevens, you got the job.” She says, shaking his hand.

He smirks and nods, thanking her, but at the corner of his eye as your assistant speaks to him, he stares at you as you type away at your phone. You tuck your hair behind your ear and continue typing, and he sees an average young woman. How can someone so sweet looking have a reputation like yours?

Well, he was about to find out.

chapter 2

[aldnoah-fragments]

“I speak now in the name of Asseylum Vers Allusia! Slumber!”

— Asseylum Vers Allusia

[itspixelatedfaeries]

That night, Snow dreams about a gorgeous woman that she's never met before - it's almost like someone has stolen their way into her dreams...

[itspixelatedfaeries]

Snow White was always a a dreamer, from the day she was born. Now that she's grown and on her own, she's determined to create an amazing farm full of animals and her own creations. She inherited a little old cottage from some great-grand-something, and the shy woman was only too happy to live far away from the hustle and bustle of big cities. Now she just needs some friends - animal and otherwise. x

[harleycide]

N☻t A Princess After All

Ah yes, it was a lovely night of being a winner, and Harley fully intended to share. By share, she meant brag to everyone who would listen and a few people who wouldn't. But, lo and behold, luck would have it that she came across a familiar face. Ish. There was a rare flash of hesitation as she watched him walk; poor guy really looked like he wanted to be left alone. But if that wasn't a sign that Harley should intervene, she didn't know what was. "Heeey! Princess!" Her voice pierced the night as she skipped over to Beauty, a seemingly carefree smile lighting up her face.