#princess kink

[slutforpaladins]

knight who growls and shoves you against a wall in an empty corridor because you’ve been drawing their attention all day and it simply isn’t safe for them to be so distracted, prince/ss, so now it’s your responsibility to get them off since you insisted on keeping them from doing their job properly by filling their head with such impure thoughts in the first place.

[chaosprincess404]

🤍🖤🤍🖤🤍🖤🤍🖤🤍🖤🤍🖤🤍🖤🤍🖤🤍

Today I went shopping and got a new charging stand for my switch and a heated throw blanket!

Let the cozy gaming commence!

Also yes I’m a gamer no I don’t play Val or fortnight sorry. I actually like games more like Stardew, persona, stranded deep, cyberpunk and the forest.

🖤🤍🖤🤍🖤🤍🖤🤍🖤🤍🖤🤍🖤🤍🖤🤍

[braveclementine]

October 22- Mirror Sex (Legolas) 💙

Warnings: 18+ readers only, angst, mirror sex, prince kink, princess kink, oral sex 

Copyright: I do not own Legolas or any other LOTR characters. Annerose is a made up character, but she's barely mentioned and I don't own names either. I also do not condone any copying of this.

You gazed as the gorgeous man in front of you. Well, not so much of a man as he was an elf, one of the ancient race and you knew there was a difference- to them of course. Such a difference that the relationship between you and Legolas was kept a secret. It wasn't entirely forbidden, but Legolas was the son of an elf King. 

Your eyes trailed down his body. He had the perfect physique- as all of the elven men and women seemed to. Thin, but still fit and muscular. Long luscious blond hair and a pretty face, but still manly at the same time. 

You always felt rather. . . well ugly was a blunt word, but it still fit. Unflattering, perhaps. You knew among common mortals- as Legolas might put it- you were decently pretty, even in your own eyes, but amongst the elves. . .

Legolas was a man and beautiful. The women were something completely different. You still didn't know how Legolas could prefer you when he had so many female elves that would love to court with him. 

"You're staring." Legolas murmured softly, feeling your eyes burning into him. He opened them, his brown eyes meeting your E/C ones. Though you looked away, he could still read the emotions in them, sliding a hand across your hand. "Y/N, you are beautiful." 

You flushed, looking away completely. It was very easy for him to say it, of course. But it didn't mean anything. Not when you couldn't see it yourself. 

At that moment, there was a knock on the door. Always self-conscious of the maid that came in to serve the two of you, you quickly slumped back into the sheets, feigning sleep while Legolas chuckled softly. 

You knew which elf it was the minute he greeted her by name. The elf with the silvery blue hair and large purple eyes. She was so beautiful you couldn't even believe she was a maid and even more surprised that Legolas had not had any sort of relations with her before meeting you. It had been rumored that they had, after all. But Legolas always told you the truth about whatever you asked. If he said they hadn't, then they hadn't. 

"Good morning my Prince." Annerose murmured softly, the sounds of clinking dishes being set on a tray near the bed. 

"Good morning Annerose." Legolas murmured back quietly, his hand landing gently on your shoulder blades. 

 "Um, my Prince!" Annerose said quickly, as though wanting to speak before you woke up, "I. . . there have been. . . well pardon me if this sounds forward. But you are our future King and some of the other servants. . . we've been worried about you." 

"Oh?" Legolas questioned. You could heard the curiosity in his voice. "For what reason?" 

Annerose hesitated a long time before saying rather meekly. "I know this is rather forward of me, my Prince, and I'm sorry if this comes across as rude, but we have been worried if. . . if you are satisfied." 

Your cheeks burned and Legolas hand stopped rubbing circles on your back. You held back anything you wanted to say or do, keeping up the pretense of sleep. 

Legolas responded easily. "I can assure you that it is a needless worried. I am very satisfied, Annerose." 

"Ah." Annerose sounded unhappy with this, but of course would never say so. "I'm glad my Prince. Well, if there is ever anything else, you shall ring the bell." 

"Of course. Thank you." Legolas said, the edge of his tone clearly dismissive and then suddenly called out, "Annerose!" 

"Yes, my Prince?" Her tone had the slightest hint of hope in it. 

"Please, to clear all conscious and worries, let the others know that Y/N is to be my wife. They need not worry with my love, she is all I shall ever want." Legolas said. 

Annerose said nothing more, leaving the room, the door closing behind her quietly. 

Legolas said nothing, his hand leaving your back and you felt the bed dip as he got off of it, presumably to go and get the breakfast. You stayed laying where you were, hoping to fall back into an endless sleep and get away from the humiliation. 

The bed dipped again, long lithe arms pulling you back against his chest. A sob had gotten stuck in your throat and you didn't dare let it out, so you kept your lips shut firmly, trying to even out your breathing. 

"I know you're not asleep." Legolas murmured, stroking your hair back. "And I know her words hurt you. I'm sorry they were so thoughtless, my love." 

You swallowed the sob down and once the lump was gone, you murmured softly. "I'm alright. Just tired." 

"No you're not." Legolas saw right through you. "I know exactly what you need." 

He started to kiss down the back of your spine, his lips leaving a feather trail of burning spots. His hands caressed you and when you finally opened your eyes, he picked you up, swinging you over to sit you on the end of the bed. 

"Look." He murmured softly, looking straight at something, and then you realized that it was your reflection. The two of you were reflected in the tall, body-length mirror that sat in front of his bed. Gilded and wrought with silver and emeralds, your reflections were clear as day. 

You were painfully aware of how plain you looked next to him and averted your eyes down to the carpet in front of the bed, but Legolas wasn't having any of it. His fingers lifted your chin until you were looking directly at the two of you again. 

"What do you see?" Legolas asked softly, kissing the side of your neck, before meeting your eyes in the mirror. 

"I see myself. And I see you." You stated stubbornly. 

Legolas didn't back down. "How do you think of me?" 

"You're gloriously beautiful." You replied immediately. "You're so ageless and fair, there's a gay light in your eyes at all times. Your hair is so silky and smooth, it glows. But you're also as regal as your father." 

"And how do you think of yourself?" Legolas fingers were rubbing circles on the inside of your thigh now, slightly distracting you. 

"Well, I haven't prettied myself up, so I look rather plain." You admitted, figuring that this was the game you were playing and it was time to put everything out in the open. "But then again, next to you, I'm always plain. I don't have any of your light and I don't have any elvish beauty. I wish I did. Annerose is so beautiful Legolas, I don't know how you didn't fall for her instead." 

"Because she's not you." Legolas whispered, pulling the sheets away from your body so that you were exposed- the two of you having fallen asleep naked last night. You flushed a little as he ran his fingers through your H/C mons, before sliding two fingers into your cunt. 

Legolas got off the bed, sliding to the floor in front of you. "Y/N, you're going to look into the mirror the entire time. You will not look away, you will not close your eyes, you will only look at yourself and focus on my words. You don't have to ask for permission or say anything at all. Your safe word is still in use, understand?" 

"Yes." You murmured, letting your eyes stray down for a second, looking at the glorious Prince on his knees before you, before letting your eyes move back up to your own face. 

Legolas licked a stripe through your folds, your legs shaking a little, threatening to close around his head. 

"You know what I see?" Legolas asked, before diving back in for his feast. Though you knew that you didn't have to answer, you couldn't help the slightly snarky retort that rolled off your tongue. 

"A human?" 

Legolas lightly pinched the inside of your thigh, but otherwise didn't comment. He pulled away, replacing his tongue with his fingers and answered instead, "I see a beautiful young woman. Your hair shines in the sun, and when you have it down, it curls around your face, framing it, so that it softens your features." 

You wanted to look down at him, but kept your eyes focused on the mirror, looking at yourself. It was the one thing Legolas had commanded from you, so you wanted to make sure you followed through. 

"You have a different beauty." Legolas continued, placing light kisses on the inside of your thighs. "Something no elf has, even me. Mortal beauty Y/N. You are beautiful as a human and you don't even realize it." 

'Well of course not.' You thought inside your head, staring into your own eyes, which reflected a bitter sadness back at you. 'Have you seen yourself?' 

Legolas seemed to feel your emotions because he kissed the inside of your thigh and said, "Look. Look at yourself Princess." 

Your heart fluttered with the nickname and you watched your cheeks redden just a tad. A new light was in your eyes as pleasure started to coil in your abdomen. One of your small hands came into view as you placed it lightly on Legolas' fair hair. You watched your slender fingers slide into his locks as he latched back onto your cunt. 

You watched your own eyes widen, glistening lips parting a little as you let out a moan. 

"Look how beautiful you are." Legolas mumbled, muffled slightly as he didn't let up eating you out. You let out another moan, his words causing vibrations against your lower lips. Your legs shook and you could see your cheeks turning pinker. 

"My Prince. . ." You moaned, voice quavering as you started to read the apex of your orgasm. Legolas looked beautiful between your legs, your hand tightening in his hair, the golden-white locks bunching up. He looked almost disheveled now, if that was possible. . . and it was because of you. 

Your eyes were even brighter now, almost glazed as you reached your pleasure, which felt like fire across your veins. Your body shook and you watched yourself in the mirror once more, before collapsing against the bed so that you could relax. 

You stared up at Legolas as he knelt next to you, smiling a little like you were the most adorable thing he'd seen on Middle Earth. His hand stroked your cheek until you finally smiled back at him. 

"Did you see your beauty?" Legolas asked softly. 

You knew what he meant and you could see it. He was right, it was a different sort of beauty than perhaps he was thinking about, but it was beauty. 

"Yes." You whispered. 

"Do you know why you're mine?" Legolas whispered. 

You blushed at that. "You love me." 

"Exactly." Legolas said, picking you up into his arms now, cradling you as he brought you over to sit with the food so the two of you could eat. "I love you." 

You burrowed into his side, glancing up and seeing the two of you in the mirror again. You smiled at your reflection and then said to Legolas, "I love you too." 

[princess-musings]

Oh how silly of me Ser knight to grant you entry into my chambers while I’m in nothing but my sheer night dress. Please have a seat while I get dressed behind the changing screen while the lamp conveniently illuminates my naked silhouette.

[cafterdark]

Princess kink but a big mean butch rebel leader captures me and strips me and ties me up... Uhm ugh... Interrogates me and Kisses me and..........

[cum-take-my-hand]

This period is making me horny 24/7

[lovely-lavender-doll]

Tonight is the night that you meet your wolf.

You twist your wrists idly against the manacles, feeling pressure where the cool metal meets your skin. It was your idea to apply the bindings early, despite the protestations of your knight.You want to be prepared for the worst, despite all of her reassurances.

She has talked you through what it feels like for her, but even having her repeat it for you half a dozen times, there is still ice in your stomach. You do not know what your wolf will feel like, not really.

The sun set a little while earlier, its final rays casting your room in a dapple of oranges and reds before giving way to the purples and blues of the evening. The doors and windows have been barred and locked in preparation.

 You can hear nothing beyond your quickening breath and fluttering heart, your eyes locked with your knight’s. She is sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of you, and as she watches the rise and fall of your chest she cups your cheek in her palm, thumb tracing the line of your jaw in reassurance.

“I have you, Your Highness. Everything you will go through I have gone through many times now. You will be-” 

You assume her next word is ‘fine’, but you don’t register it. All you can smell is the sweat clinging to her palms, all you can hear is the thrum of blood through her fingers.With an involuntary motion, your eyes drift to the side, trying to take in the shape of her hand. She smells so sweet, a heady aroma like buttercream and iron. It sets your mouth almost to watering, and you swallow to keep yourself from drooling.

She notices the movement and squeezes your cheek, returning your gaze to hers. The edges of her irises look like broken yolks, bleeding yellow inwards across their normal brown. Her breath is careful and measured, and instinctively you sync yours to it, the pounding in your chest slowing a hair.

You itch. She warned you about this, how your body would bristle and burn as the fur forces its way outwards. She holds you steady, blinking slow as her own gray-black coat emerges; standing in sharp contrast to the mix of creams and oranges now covering your forearms. Your tongue feels heavy in your mouth as you roll it gingerly across your lengthening teeth.You hear a nightingale’s call from the courtyard and wonder how it would feel between your jaws. You strain forward with a gentle whine. Something cold and tight holds you in place, a cruelty whose purpose you cannot recall.

Some distant part of you remembers snatches of a conversation you must have had a lifetime ago. “Hold tight to any memories you can. They can pull you back if you feel like you’re losing yourself.” Memories. Easy things to find. Days upon days of courtly responsibilities, of tolerating veiled insults from nobles who you could tear to shreds without a second thought. The indignity of your mother assigning you a little spy. You wonder how her flesh might split beneath your claws, how her screams might sound to your sensitive ears. Days of locked doors and polite refusals and ‘this is not befitting of your station, Princess’ and ‘this is perhaps unwise, Princess’ and ‘thank you Princess, we will take it into consideration after we consult with your mother and father’. All the memories you grab hold of drip gobs of red through your mind like overripe plums, sticky and sweet and intoxicating and WHY can’t you move from this spot it is MADDENING and you open your jaws to scream as loud as your lungs can manage and-

You sputter out a choke as you feel claws at your throat, clamping your howl down before you can get it out. All of you burns as your eyes lock back to the wolf in front of you. This is your room. Who is she to be here, let alone to touch you like this? Your fur bristles, a low growl winds its way up from your strangled windpipe, and you lunge for her with every ounce of your strength. There is a terrible tearing sound and your nostrils fill with the tang of dust as whatever holds you to the wall snaps away, taking a chunk of the stone with it. You are on her in an instant, fangs sinking into her thick fur as she lets out a surprised yelp.

Her fur runs deeper than you think, and your fangs barely scratch the skin of her collar underneath, affording you just a drop or two of her sweet blood before she throws you from her with a low rumble of warning. You ignore it, of course. This is your room and she is an outsider. She may be bigger than you, but you are faster, at least at first. You dart around and at each other for a while, and you manage to score a few nips and scratches along her flanks before one of her paws catches you square alongside the head.

Your vision spins and you careen into the side of the bed frame with a thud. You stagger up but she is already in your face. The breath leaves you again as she slams a limb into the space below your ribs and you whimper. It is over now, you think. You feel her fangs clamp to the back of your neck. It is over. You will not expel her from here you will not escape it is over you are going to die now she is going to tear your throat away you are going to die here bile rises in your throat in fear but she is…she is not biting deeper. You cannot shake her, but all she does is growl low and hold you in place.

You yelp softly. She doesn’t move. You go limp in her jaws. She still does not move. You pant, willing your body to slow and to relax. Her smell is distantly familiar. You know this wolf, you think. You slow your breathing more and take in more of her scent. You love this wolf, you think. She stays unmoving as the tension drains from your muscles. Your hackles lower, your breath slows.After a few interminable minutes she relaxes her jaws and licks at your neck. You sag to the floor and she curls her body around yours as you tremble. You do not think your knight was ever in any real danger from you. After all, she is much more used to the wolf than you, made evident by how quickly she overpowered you. The thought you could have hurt her is upsetting though, and you give a soft whine as your eyes grow heavy.

You wake in the morning to find your knight still curled around you, an arm draped across your waist protectively. Your whole body aches, and even just yawning awake sends a pang through your jaw. The sun filtering in reveals the extent of your little misadventure last night. Claw marks all across your bed and dresser, torn blankets, shredded pillows, not to mention the manacles wrenched free from the wall. This is going to take a lot of obfuscation. Your knight murmurs in her sleep, pulling you tighter to her. You settle into her arms and let your eyes drift shut again. That can all come later. Your wolf needs rest, and lots of it.

[slutforpaladins]

one for my subby knights 🫶

do you ever think about the divine right of royalty? the idea that i was hand picked by the gods, not just to rule, but to be above you? whether you believe it was out of devotion to the gods or to the crown, you were always destined to kneel. the exact way you bury your face between my legs until your jaw gives out was written in the stars, dearest. it’s always been certain that my hands would be tangled in your hair, holding you tight against me until i’m satisfied. there was nothing you could have done differently, you were always going to be mine.

[braveclementine]

Chapter 25

Warnings: 18+readersonly, oral sex, smut, pet names, King kink

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own a few OCs like Elizabeth, Katherine, Stacy, and Jessie. I do not condone any copying of this.

It had been about two weeks since you had gotten back from the Bahamas. That place had seemed like a dream and a second life. Now, everyone was back in the tower- or traveling between the tower and their countries they governed.

T'Challa and you were privately planning a quiet Wakandan ceremony to officially make you the Queen of Wakanda. Every time you talked about the conversation, you wanted to throw up. The idea of becoming a Queen of a country you didn't belong to was uncomfortable to you. You weren't even sure the people there would appreciate you.

Meanwhile, Thor was working his 'God of Fertility' magic, so that though you were having sex with everyone you were soulmated to, hopefully only T'Challa would take root so that he had an heir to the throne. Which, naturally, sped up T'Challa's want for the ceremony.

Shuri, Okoye, and Nakia were also helping plan this ceremony and you mostly took a backseat, really only inputting what you wanted if it came to a certain colour of the plates or flowers.

You weren't allowed to choose the style of your dress either, but you could at least choose the colour. You just told them to match you to T'Challa because you really didn't want to show up in a colour that would clash with his.

In the meantime, you were also trying out a lot of your traits like the archery and using the flexibility to train. Now that you had mechanical knowledge, Tony was even more excited when you came down to the lab because then you could help him with his projects. Not to mention your photographic memory from Stephen- although now you understood why he couldn't be around the Avengers for more than a few hours at the most.

Y/S/N and you hadn't really had a chance to talk yet between everything about your father's death.

Tony had arranged it so that it was a week after you guys had gotten home from the Bahamas. He had everything planned and neither of you had to lift a finger or push over a penny (although apparently now all of Tony's money was yours so-).

But between recovering a week, the funeral, and now planning for a Wakandan marriage ceremony, you had barely been able to even see her, much less talk to her.

Elizabeth had been sending you update texts. Pietro, who had never lived in the tower anyways, had moved down to Ohio along with Hogun. The two of them shared an apartment that was near Elizabeth's house so that they could continue to court her as she finished up her last year of High School. Pietro however, did come back every weekend so that he could spend time with Jessie and Katherine too.

Vision and Wanda were preparing to go down and see her as well, but both of them were unsure of whether they would stay like the other two or not.

Oh! And Heimdall was down there as well- though only for a few weeks- as he was courting Katerina from gymnastics as well. Apparently they met at the wedding and they found out they were soulmates. Neither of them had any other soulmates so that was kind've cute.

After another week, everything was set. You and T'Challa were the first to arrive in Wakanda. You had gaped, looking out the window, seeing everything that they had built. Everything just looked so intricate, advanced, and beautiful.

"I think you'd like to see where Bucky lived after the Avengers disassembled for a little bit." T'Challa's voice was soft next to your ear.

You nodded and then said, "This place is beautiful T."

T'Challa kissed the back of your ear. "Are you nervous my Nkosazana?"

"A little bit. I don't think your people will like me very much." You admitted. "I mean, from what I know, you have very ancient customs and I. . . I'm not." You gave a laugh. "I mean, you're marrying an outsider."

"We can't help where our soulmates live." T'Challa said simply. "And I wouldn't trade you for any of 'em."

You blushed, turning away from the window so that you could snuggle into T'Challa's side until the quinjet landed.

Shuri, Okoye, and T'Challa's mother, Queen Ramonda, was waiting for us along with another set of the dora milaje were waiting on either side.

You quickly hooked your arm around T'Challa's around the two of you walked down the Quinjet ramp to meet them. Shuri was waiting there in a T-shirt, a pair of long pants, a belt wrapped around the both at the same time. Her hair was tied up in space buns, a choker around her neck.

"Y/N!" She squealed, darting forward to throw her arms around you. You could feel yourself relaxing and smiling as you hugged her back.

Queen Ramonda smiled. She was absolutely stunning, wearing some formal white dress and headdress that you wished you knew the name to.

It was also the first time you had seen Okoye in her full red and silver uniform, her spear in hand. She looked on stoically as though you didn't know each other. But she also looked at T'Challa like that, so it was probably just a thing.

"Welcome to Wakanda Princess Y/N." Queen Ramonda said, setting forward to take your hand.

"Thank you Queen Ramonda." You said awkwardly, hoping beyond hope that you were actually allowed to call her that.

T'Challa smiled, hugging his mother. "Come, let us go inside."

He took you inside, Shuri, and his mother following- which didn't feel right. Then you remembered that she wouldn't even be the Queen anymore since you were married to T'Challa. After the ceremony you would be the Queen of Wakanda.

You nearly threw up right then and there.

T'Challa sensed your nerves, moving his arm from yours, to hook it around your waist, pulling you close to his side, kissing the top of your head, "It's going to be fine, even fun, you'll see my Nkosazana."

You nodded. His voice was alluring and you were sure that everything was going to be alright. There was just a small nagging feeling that you couldn't shake. Although you weren't sure what that nagging thing was.

T'Challa showed you around the entire palace, including Shuri's lab. He showed you the specially designed cryo tank that Bucky had been in until Shuri had managed to fix him, getting rid of his trigger words.

After that, T'Challa led you up to the main wing where Dora Milaje lined the hallways and also where the royal bedrooms were.

He opened up the door, letting the both of you into his room.

You looked around in interest. On your left where you entered, there were several tribal decorations as the wall curved. When the wall flattened out to be straight, there were two bookcases in the wall on either side of the two doors, one of which led to the closet and one that led to the bathroom, before the wall curved again and there were more tribal decorations there as well.

The bed was directly across from the room, white sheets and two pillows propped up against the headboard. It was square shaped and lower to the floor than you would have expected.

In the middle of the room, there was some sort of funnel there where four seats sat underneath it.

"It's the hologram table." T'Challa said, noticing you peering at it curiously. He gave a little laugh, "Because even in sleep a King is never not working."

You nodded, looking at the doors that led out onto a large balcony that overlooked the all of Wakanda. They weren't glass or had any curtains to pull out over them. Instead, they seemed to be woven of metal, small slots between them so that when they were pulled closed, decorative patterns would break out on the floor.

Yellow lights hung everywhere, circular in shape, hanging by metal wire of the same colour.

"I like it." You said, turning to T'Challa with a grin. "It's different and it's very you."

T'Challa checked the one and only clock in the room, "Hmm, we have time before dinner." He picked you up in his arms, bridal style, carrying you over the threshold. "You'll have to let Captain Rogers know about that one."

You giggled at T'Challa's playfulness as he brought you over to the bed, laying you down on it carefully before crawling over you. You kissed him excitedly. "Are we trying out the bed my King?"

He chuckled under his breath, making shivers go down your spine. "Indeed we are Nkosazana." He captured your lips in his again, as his hands slipped down to the hem of the dress you had decided to wear to meet his mother and sister in.

He pulled it upwards, letting you sit up a moment so that you could toss the dress over the side of the bed.

T'Challa pinned your hands lightly above your head with one hand, slowly and sensually kissing up your body. You could feel every spot that his lips lingered. You closed your eyes, lips parted slightly as you felt him press another low kiss right above your belly button.

You flickered your eyes open again as you felt his fingers undo the clasp of your bra, pulling it from your body to join the dress on the floor.

You let out a tiny mewl as his lips wrapped around your nipple. You rubbed your thighs together, wishing that you could get some sort of friction from him. But you also knew that T'Challa was not one to tease either.

"Patience Nkosazana," He murmured, teeth grazing over your now erect nipple, moving over to the other.

Your chest heaved as he finished with your breasts, before moving up to kiss you again. You smiled up at him as he pulled back. He grinned down at you before he pulled your knickers down your legs, tossing them behind him.

He hooked your legs over his shoulders, releasing the hold on your hands as he buried himself in your weeping pussy.

"T!" You gasped, moaning at the feeling of his cool tongue against your hot core, licking you, tasting you. "Oh fuck!"

You could feel his smile, his cheeks growing a little as his smile widened. His hands were firm around your thighs to hold you still. Your hands were gripping the pillow by your head as your orgasm started to build up inside of you. "T I'm gonna-"

"Go ahead my Nkosazana." T'Challa murmured against your lower lips, vibrations pushing you over the cliff, the waterfall dripping down, T'Challa licking up every drop you gave him.

He slowly lowered your legs from his shoulders as you came down from the slight high. He stroked himself a few times before he moved his tip through your wet folds, collecting your slick, before pushing in.

You both moaned at the lovely feeling. Your arms came up, sliding your hands behind the back of his head, pulling him into a kiss as he started to move through you. His hands came down, fingers sliding smoothly down your shoulders as he caressed you tenderly.

Your breaths came out in quick pants as he sped up a little, both of your foreheads together sweetly as he made love to you. "T. . ." You whimpered as the next orgasm came upon you. He sighed in content, "Y/N."

After you both collapsed on the bed, he pulled out of you before heading off to the bathroom to grab a wet washcloth, taking care of you.

"Now then." He said, once you both dressed in fresh, new clothes. "I think we should go downstairs and grace the citizens with our presence, shall we?"

You giggled. You were much more relaxed now that you had spent some time here, "We shall, my King."

[princess-musings]

*swoons dramatically into the arms of the super hot lady knight, with my bosom practically bursting from my bodice*

[endofautonomy]

Want to be called princess but in the way it was originally intended, I'm of a higher status than you, I am the epitome of grace and beauty, kiss the ground beneath me or suffer beneath the torturer's whip (I am also the torturer in this scenario, girls can multitask)

[cum-take-my-hand]

I don't want to get censored :(

sorry mommy :(

sorry daddy :(

[depravitydotexe]

morally bankrupt rogue x raped princess ripped of her innocence. i repeat cruel ruffian w a knife against the throat of a princess abt 2 b brutally deflowered.

[slutforpaladins]

personal guard who quizzes you on etiquette while their fingers are buried in you. it’s their job to keep you on the right path and make sure you’re a suitable royal, after all. of course you can cum, prince/ss, just as soon as you complete your studies.

[braveclementine]

Chapter 21

Warnings: 18+readersonly, smut, pet names, King kink, Princess kink

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own a few OCs like Elizabeth, Katherine, Stacy, and Jessie. I do not condone any copying of this.

You waited in anticipation, nervous about who would be the next one to show up. Nevertheless, you relaxed a little when you saw that it was Fury.

Like Rhodey, he had already removed most of his clothes except the basics. He had even taken off his eyepatch, showing his scars and bleary eye.

"How are you holding up?" Fury asked calmly as he crossed the room after closing the door behind him. "Do you need any water or anything?"

You shook your head, "I'm alright. How are you?"

He grinned a little. It was sometimes unnerving to see Fury smile since he almost never did. He usually just gave people glares or looks of disbelief. Sometimes impressed looks, but never smiles. "I'm alright."

He started to unbutton his shirt before carefully folding it up to leave it on the dresser. He'd probably put the same clothes back on.

You tried not to stare in disbelief as you looked at him. I mean, sure, you knew he was muscular, but he was this ripped?

His arms seemed to roll with muscle, his abs more defined than Bucky's if that was possible. He seemed to be made out of pure muscle.

He came up on the bed, kneeling before you. Holy crap how could someone who hid himself in layers of bulky looking clothes look so good?

He smiled a little. Without the eyepatch and the smile, he looked a few years younger. The way you imagined he had looked when he had met Carol and Goose. Well, plus a bit more hair.

"We can take this slow babydoll." He said softly. It was the first time you had heard any name of endearment fall out of his mouth and you loved it. It was just so unique and different.

You nodded, sitting forward to wrap your arms around his neck. He pulled you gently into a kiss. You could feel his larger lips locking around yours, the kiss full of passion and love. His large hands were settled on your waist, pulling you slightly to him.

Very slowly, you made your way down onto your back as he continued to press kisses to your jaw, cheeks, and lips.

When he finally hovered over you, he lowered his mouth to ear to whisper, "Let me know if you need me to stop."

You parted your lips in a slight sigh as he started to push into you. You hadn't realized that you'd missed the fullness of Rhodey and Clint until now.

Fury was large, you could feel that much as he stretched your walls again. There was even a slight burn again, although you weren't sure if this was because you were being entered for the third time tonight, or if Fury was stretching you farther than Rhodey and Clint had.

You wrapped your arms tighter around Fury's neck, kissing along his shoulders as he started to move inside of you.

You could feel his veins as he brushed along your walls. Like Rhodey, he seemed to be able to hit every sweet spot inside of your body without even trying. Moans and praises just tumbled from your lips, unable to stop them as he started to thrust faster. He didn't speed up, but his thrusts were harder, filling you immensely.

Pleasure filled every fiber of your being as you both started to reach your climaxes. You had stopped kissing him to lay your head back down on the pillow, eyes closed, mouth open in a small 'o' shape. Your legs were shaking just slightly, your toes curling so tightly that you almost got cramps.

You could feel Fury's hands on your body, one around the back of your shoulders, holding your body close to his, the other rolling your clit between his large fingers, pulling more moans from you, making your body shake.

"Nick!" You shouted as your orgasm washed over in a blinding fuzzy whiteness.

"Y/N." Your name was almost a whisper on his tongue, so quiet you almost missed it. You could feel him finish inside of you, just the same as the others.

Fury was careful as he pulled out of you, tilting his head a little to look at you better. "Nick, huh?"

You smiled bashfully, "It just came out."

"Well, only you could get away with calling me that." He smiled a little, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. He lowered his head, resting his forehead against yours. You closed your eyes, relishing in the sweet love he was giving you. "You're precious to me Y/N. Just don't tell the others I said that."

You smiled a little, opening your eyes and kissing him. "I won't. I'll keep it for blackmail."

He chuckled, standing. He brushed some of your hair back from your face. You were starting to feel some of the effects of multiple orgasms, but it wasn't a bad feeling. Really, you were just itching for more.

Fury kissed your forehead one last time before he got dressed right there. You closed your eyes, keeping your arms over your face as you itched to touch yourself. But you knew that after around halfway, you were going to want to stop so you knew you had to behave yourself.

You heard the door close, quiet footsteps crossing the room, the sound of fabric falling. You removed your arms from your face to peek your eyes open and see T'Challa already climbing on the bed.

"How are you feeling Nkosazana?" He asked softly, running his hands up your legs. [Nkosazana= Princess (I was going to do Queen, but that's Ukumkanikazi, so nah]

"I'm feeling good T." You murmured, still laying on your back, holding your hands out for him. He climbed over you, lowering himself gently to kiss you. "Fill me up please?"

"As you wish, my Nkosazana." T'Challa murmured, moving into you much faster than any of the others had. He filled you up well, his hands sliding along your skin and under your back so that he could pull you up against his body.

He kept up his kisses as he slid through you, being gentle in his movements. You could just feel his tip brushing against your cervix with each movement, sending tingling sensations through your legs and then up the rest of your body.

You kissed along his jaw, your hands moving from his broad shoulders to the back of his head so that you could tilt his head and start kissing down his neck.

You could feel your body tightening under his body. "My king, please." You begged, tightening your arms around him.

He pressed another kiss to your lips as he moved faster, his hips snapping against yours. You could feel every drag on the inside of your walls as you clenched around him, the knot building up higher and higher.

He removed one of his hands from your hair, trailing it down to pinch and pull at your nipples, twisting them gently between two fingers. The pull seemed to send tiny jolts of electricity to your clit.

"My king." You gasped, your eyes shuttering closed at the overwhelming feeling. "Fuck."

T'Challa made another thrust, his balls brushing against your clit on that extra thrust. Your eyes rolled back into your eyes.

His other hand reached down below the two of you, two fingers circling your clit with his dexterous digits. You ran your nails down his back as you clenched around him harshly several times before your eyes rolled back into your head again, "T'CHALLA!" You nearly screamed as you let go, your orgasm washing over you.

"Fuck, Nkosazana yam" T'Challa groaned, and you could feel his warm seed mixing in with the others, his arms tightening around your smaller frame as he finished. [Fuck, my Princess]

You went limp in his arms, brain slightly fuzzy from the sudden orgasm. You were both breathing heavily and you realized that you were just starting to feel incredibly warm, though you weren't sweating- yet.

"I love you Nkosazana." T'Challa murmured as he pulled out, peppering your face with kisses. "Do you need anything before I leave?"

"No. And I don't care who comes up after this." You whispered.

"Alright." T'Challa said, kissing the temple of your head. "Take it easy, alright? We don't want you to feel stressed out."

You smiled up at him, loving just how loved you were. "Don't worry T, I'll be alright."

T'Challa slowly went into the bathroom for a moment, before coming back out fully dressed. He kissed your forehead one last time, obviously wishing to linger, before he left out the door. You waited in anticipation, wondering who could possibly be next.

[princess-musings]

If they’re not willing to chase me on horseback in knight armor, while I’m running through a field in my flowy dress then is it even love?