This post is (mostly) for all the knight blogs I just. Spam followed. I swear I'm real, I likely follow you on my primary blog (happy to share url in dm for verifying!) I'm just making a separate side blog to be the Rest of myself on away from my IRLs. And because I'm a bit insane, its a completely separate account from my main. More than a side blog, its a secondary blog.
[This blog is a work in progress, this post is serving as an intro post below the cut princessesmusings -> yapping-princess ]
About:
- alias: [name not found]. Your Highness, Your Grace, Princess, etc are acceptable addresses. If we chat enough you're welcome to give me a nickname :>
- 27 as of this edit/posting on May 10th 2026. Will I forget to update that? Probably. U can do math i believe in u ❤️
- She/her
- No minors allowed, no ageless blog nonsense either. This blog has everything i'm too shy to have irls see (mostly horny posts)... and to interact w any knights/jesters/fellow princesses/princes who welcome my flirtations and/or friendship (hiiiii..........). I block without remorse or mercy.
Tags - may be added to/edited/deleted based on usage:
- princess yaps = original posts
- yap with princess = All asks
- anon yaps = catch-all anon ask tag.
Other anons taken: 🌹
- for honour = Knight posts
- for duty = royal posts
- for glory = jester posts
- for victory = advisor posts................
- honk honk = nsfw/sexual/suggestive content.
- the goodest knight = For Sir Theodore
- the knight who can/my knight who can = For Sir Tinley
- boohoo wah wah = when I identify my words as self-pitying; whether its justified or not. Often a vent but not always!!!!!
- tw drunk = Might be changed. Posts I made while drunk or abt excess drinking.
- tw emeto = vomiting [not as kink]. Uncertain it'll even come up but just in case.
I bet it feels good as hell to be an evil sorceress violating a princess right in front of the knight sworn to protect her. You get to watch the knight fruitlessly strain against her eldritch restraints as you etch a lust seal into her charges flesh, that's gotta feel great.
I am here lying in the damp grass at sunset. My chainmail, cold and heavy enough to feel like a tether keeping me in this world. Daydreaming of the friction of leather gloves against velvet, the quiet command in a soft voice. Knowing I would gladly crawl back to the castle gates just for the chance to kneel at your feet.
a knight who's strength is entirely to appease its superiors. it doesn't care about being strong. it doesn't care about being honorable. it cares about making its Captain and its King happy. as long as it does just what it's told, as long as it's obedient, it will get nothing but praise. just don't think.
sneaking off to the tavern, not to drink or flirt, but to have your knight follow you and drag you back to the palace while scolding you for being so reckless.
Holy shit guys I love live music so much (spent her entire weekend at a local music festival volunteering and dancing to the Sick Beats). I always feel so inspired, it reignites my creative drive. Like I just wanna go home and jam now !!!!!! I have to start a band !!!!!! I have so many songs, why don't I record an album right now !??!?!?!?!? You know!? It just makes me want to create again so bad. I gotta go home and make some music!!!!!!!
thinking about my dear, sweet, stressed-out princess... i can't bear to see that furrow between her brows, can't bear to see the corners of her mouth turning downward. my sweet girl, she deserves the world. i can tell she's over the conversation already, and that there's surely a headache building behind her eyes...
the moment we're out of the reception hall, i'm closer to her than i ought to be, one hand just brushing at the small of her back. it makes her shiver, and she looks up at me so needily i fear she'll loose her footing there in the hall. not that i'd mind, of course i'd sweep her off her feet, but i know she'd be so embarrassed.
i walk her back to her rooms, and i know just what she needs already.
"i'll be there in a minute, dove, just need to lose some clothes," i murmur, tipping her chin up and giving her a chaste kiss to tide her over. "go kneel by the chair, sweet girl, i'll be right there." she pouts, but she goes obediently, sinking to her knees beside the armchair.
i undress as quickly as i can, though with the half-armor and all the mail and padding it still takes a while. i feel terrible for making her wait, of course, but there's nothing to be done for it. eventually, though, i make my way to her, beckoning her up.
"your turn, dove," i murmur, reaching out to her. "turn around, there you are. i'll just get these laces..."
i untie her dress with deft fingers, and help her step out of it. she's already getting floaty, the poor girl, so i draw her in for a hug, my hand low on her back. i can feel the warmth of her skin through the thin silk of her shift, and i kiss her neck slowly, gently, pulling her back to the present for just a moment.
"don't drift off on me just yet, hm?" i murmur, smiling softly at her, ducking my head to meet her eyes. "oh, poor girl, i know. it was so loud in there, wasn't it? it's alright. it's just us now, come on."
i sit down in the armchair, and draw her down on top of me, straddling my waist. it's a tight fit—the chair isn't large—but it's just right for us, snug and warm. my hand slips down, rubbing over the rise of her lower stomach gently, and she whimpers. i can't help but laugh softly, leaning forward slightly to steal a kiss, endeared by her neediness. "okay, alright, dove, i know. i know. i won't tease. i'm sorry."
true to my word, i ruck up her shift around her hips, and slip my hand between her legs, immediately rubbing soft circles over her pussy and clit. she's wet enough that it makes a quiet, sticky sound when i rub over her slit, and my cock twitches at the feeling of her slick coating my fingers. she rocks against my hand, already whining.
"lark," she moans. "lark, please, please, want you in me..."
"shh, shh..." i murmur, placating. "i know, i know. i don't want to hurt you, dove, i just need to stretch you out a little bit first. it's been a while since we've done this, hm? unless you've been seeing someone else, of course..." she pouts at that, and i laugh, leaning in again to kiss her neck until she relaxes. "i know you wouldn't. there's nobody else who could treat you like this, is there? you'd think of me the whole time if you were with someone else, anyways, i bet."
i slip a finger inside her sopping cunt, and it practically sucks my finger in. i hum contentedly at the feeling. she exhales shakily, a quiet moan escaping her. "you're so fuzzy already, my sweet girl..."
"so warm, dove," i purr. "so wet and warm... you must be aching." i slip her a second finger, stretching her open softly, curling and probing. she rocks against my hips, panting, a whining, squirming thing. i draw my fingers out, and she practically cries with need. i'm quick to hush her, kissing her deeply as i urge her into rising up onto her knees. i take myself in my hand, nearly hissing at the sensitivity of my cock, and stroke a few times until i'm fully hard; it doesn't take much. the sight of her, dripping onto my lap, her pupils blown, eyes half-lidded, lips parted, panting... well. it would drive any man mad.
i look her solidly in the eyes as she sinks down on my cock, my blood roaring in my ears at the shifts in her expression. her eyelids flutter, and her mouth drops open as she stretches around me. the sweetest noise escapes her as she settles fully in my lap, a sweet, high keening sound. i hold her close to me, grinding up into her a few times before settling, guiding her head to the crook of my neck.
"there you are, there you are," i say, my voice a little strained. "good girl. just relax, now, i have you. just relax. clench around my cock, rock your hips, whatever you need. we can stay here as long as it takes for you to calm down."
