#The Princess of Daydreams

[thestalkerbunny]

The Princess of Day Dreams and her brother, The Night Terror Prince.

One visits you in your abstract day dreams, the other leers over you in your state of sleep paralysis, chittering and shrieking nonsense at you. These terrifying demi-godesque entities are the offspring of The Queen of Dreams and the Nightmare King themselves.

(Discord chat said NightTerror Prince reminded them of a little victorian boy and they're NOT wrong.)

[silly-little-gooses]

ah, yes, the two genders

[teddybeartoji]

arranged marriage type of thing with tengen and princess!reader....... you're so against it and he finds it very funny. you keep trying to act all big and tough (he loves it) but then trip over your feet and he ends up catching you every single time and it's just so embarrassing and he's so handsome and so good with a sword and you want to hate him so bad but his lips do look awfully soft and his hands do feel very good on your waist and he even smells so good but he's so arrogant and you don't like him but he's helping you put on your heels now and he's surprisingly gentle and it's kind of making you sick bc oh my god maybe you do want him.......................

[urstalkergf]

i always start with completely customizing my body

[mysteriesmuse]

Princess Reader x Royal Guard Katsuki Bakugo

Bakugou Katsuki’s job is literally to stand by you day and night. You promoted him to being your personal guard and now he follows you around the castle like a dog. Katsuki thought he would hate it. Thought he would have to do something to get himself fired. Something that would make you dislike him because everytime he was around you his skin definitely felt red hot and he had a slight nauseating sensation in his stomach. It’s only when steam started pouring out his ears with him clenching his teeth and palms that he was able to pinpoint that feeling. Oh yes that previous feeling was jealously and Katsuki Bakugou apparently didn’t hate you. Because he really felt jealous about this stupid suitor that was attempting to woo you. He liked you. He had a crush on the princess he was in charge of protecting with his life. Not that, that would change. But now he had a reason to get to know you more. To make the same impression that the other elite guards made with small talk that put you at ease during any shift changes.

BECOME THE BEST GUARD IN THE CASTLE: CHECK

MAKE SMALL TALK & GET IN GOOD GRACES WITH THE PRINCESS: IN PROGRESS

WOO THE PRINCESS: ??? So Katsuki really freaking struggled with small talk. Plus, I mean the guy knows practically everything about you. How is he supposed to make small talk if he can’t just ask the questions? Trick question he still can. In reality he doesn’t really have to. He’s supposed to be a rather stoic and sentient figurine that guards you. His first few attempts were meet with startled eyes and strange looks for the next few weeks. You’re known to be fairly cordial and friendly with the guards, but his reputation proceeded him. Big Scary Guard Dog Bakugou. That’s who you were told was your new guard. And that’s what you expected for the most part. A quiet guy who may or may not be a piece of eye candy following you around like a shadow. Oh boy, were you wrong. He was definitely a piece of eye candy. Actually he was the piece of eye candy that was apart of your elite protection group. A very silent man Bakugou. And after the first couple of weeks of him assigned as you personal guard your opinion on that changed. Bakugou grunts out a G’mornin’ and a G’night to you every day. Almost looks strained, but it’s pleasant nonetheless. And he’s incredibly observant too. You catch him in the hall to your corridors arguing with a servant about the bouquet of flowers she’s attempting to bring in to replace the last bouquet on your writing desk. “Shitty - ahem - her majesty prefers another variety of flower. Go back and procure some of the blue snowball looking ones.” After that you noticed that the vase continually held varieties of flowers that you’d complimented on in the royal gardens. And from then on your awkward guard/royalty relationship bloomed like a hillside. A cascading flurry of one beautiful thing after another. ——— When you’re cozied up in the quiet royal library to enjoy a good book you pause and peek over the top of the novel in your lap. Almost out of curiosity or disbelief that Bakugou is the one asking a question. He blinks out of genuine curiosity and you open your mouth and start to turn the book around so that he can see the words of the story you’re gesturing at. He gets you to go on and on that way. Nothing but a few affirmational vocals from him that he’s still listening. And he loves watching your expressions almost more than when you insist that he do something. Read his own book, after all it is a library. He dismisses it all. And yes your highness he can read and write just fine. This is just his job. Well not the secretly pinning over you while you read, but the watching part. And He learns that you actually know a lot more about kingdom politics than he previously gave you credit for. You’re smoothing over diplomatic matters with a carefully inked letter and secretly keeping promises about exports and materials your kingdom has pledged.

All while you sit and hum at your writing desk. The way you gently tease off your shoes with your toes at the heels when you’ve decided you’re going to be in for a long while. And Katsuki knows then that you’ll idly wave for him to sit instead of standing at his post the whole while. Except he starts to develop the nasty happen of staring and when you catch him looking he’ll chose between grumbling and turning away as his ears turn pink or blink unyielding and say “just doing my job, princess”

Katsuki likes the suave of the second one, but it really ends up being 50/50 with it. ————

But 100% of the time your strolls through the royal garden have him itching to take some armor off as the sunny warmth makes him sweat buckets underneath the layers of his uniform. Not to mention you walking this close already has his skin hot enough. The way you walk shoulder to shoulder just has him practically drooling at the thought of holding your hand. - Exhibits extreme self-control every stroll. Oh and when the fruit and vegetables are ready to be harvested you like to take teasing strolls into the royal orchards and gardens to taste the first ripe fruit of the season. Always curtesying as you point and ask him to grab a mandarin, or plum, or peach, or nectarine, or lemon, or apple, or whatever it is. And you’ve usually tried just before hand. On you tip-toes waggling your decorated fingers into the air. The sunlight bouncing off your jewels that adorn your skin and cascade daggers of rainbowed light upon your face. And it’s always just out of reach. A fresh shiny pout on your face when you turn and ask him to pluck one. And Katsuki usually just has to stand and put his arm up to grab one as you patiently wait and watch. But you’re admiring him just as much as he admired you. Staring up at his chiseled jawline. The wheaty stubble that decorates his face. You long to feel it prickle underneath your fingertips. Wonder how it would feel tickling the edges of your kiss when you finally set your mouth against his plush lips. You admire his impeccable physique. His staggering size as he barely stretches his shoulder to reach the fruit. And the way his golden tan glistens underneath the dappled light of the sun; glistens from the profuse sweat elicited from his layers and layers of chainmail and armor. All brushing over his adams apple before he gulps and turned to hand it to you. And Katsuki loves to hold it in his palm in the way that you have to pick it up. Feel your fingers gently prod and caress the skin of his palm as you turn the fruit over. Mulling over its quality before wordlessly holding it back out. He huffs and grabs the fruit as you take him to the stone wall. You sit and pull out a handkerchief from between your breasts if he’s not swift enough in supplying you with his. And Katsuki will grab his dagger and slice up the fruit, setting the pieces down onto the handkerchief before you plop one into your mouth. His hands will still and his eyes flick to your face watching as you chew and make a satisfied moan. The rest of your stroll will include these snack breaks. Taking “samples” as you call them of the seasons fruit. And the royal gardners have since decided to ignore the two figurines of their princess and the royal guardsmen sitting on the stone walls chattering and pressing handkerchiefs into sticky thieving fingers. ————

In the royal kitchens he accompanies you as you excitedly follow behind a kitchen maid who’s sent for you to do a testing of the new desserts the chef has been working on. Despite your official look of composure he knows that you’re excited by the little bounce in your hair from your steps. Katsuki always clunks down to the table when you beckon him to sit. Frantically patting the chair next to you after he’s been a right gentleman and pushed your chair in. You always think he looks rather scared with the way his carmine eyes dart around the empty dinning hall before the procession of maids and chef come out into the hall and display a plethora of desserts in front of you. They always wave you on with glee before retreating to the kitchen to finish the next batch. Your mouth practically waters as you pick up your fork and spear the perfect first bite. Only to turn to Katsuki with your other hand under the utensil holding it up to his plush pink lips which immediately turn into a defensive scowl. You’re always muttering something about your safety to “taste test for me? Make sure there’s nothing poisoned?” Except Katsuki’s never been sure that’s your real agenda here because you always gently spoon the first bite of your special taste testing into his mouth and if its something chocolate it always taste like Heaven despite it being a brand new recipe. (You’ve got the best chocolatier in the kingdom) and he always a little groan slip out. His face melting as he chews and swallows. (he’s going to be doing a lot more of that)

Before he nods muttering it’s safe. Not that your food would be poisoned because the staff and kingdom are all pretty loyal here and him and the elite guards are way to fricken scary to have on your tail. But he humors you anyway because technically that’s protecting and you’re right it’s in his job description. And then you, without changing forks, without doing anything else immediately set the fork he just used between your own lips and lick off the icing residue between your pink lips and hum before taking a real first bite yourself. And you do it all while maintaining perfect eye contact with him. And he can feel blood rushing to weird places all over his body. And it goes on like this for every single plate they offer. HAVE THE PRINCESS FLIRT WITH YOU: yes? maybe ?? At this rate he’s not sure why the kitchen staff haven’t mandated you with a royal poison taste tester with your insistence of him having a bite of every one of your plates. Seriously what are these people thinking! They’re thinking that there’s some real true love blooming in the castle and who are they to get in the way! Plus, it’s a good practice for any wedding cake samples they do in the future. Of course they won’t ever tell y’all whose wedding they’re preparing to cater. ———— While you delight in that. Katsuki delights in nothing more than your dance lessons. He likes to watch you glide, or try to, across the floor with every step. Definitely feels a weird blooming of secondhand pride when you practice a new step a few times and smooth it out with practice. Overall he finds it very peaceful and relaxing watching you laugh and groan and be belittled by this ancient teacher they have for you. Stands at the door tapping his toe in his boot to the beat. When this ancient woman that he just loves comes over and insists that he mustn’t “just stand there and look handsome. Make yourself useful she needs a partner” which always causes your head to swivel like a chicken as he detaches a few layers of pure metal off his body to make the dancing “easier and more realistic for her highness”

So now he gets to stand bare of any occluding armor and he can feel your e/c gaze washing over his body and the ripping muscles that he’s always had hidden under that armor. Adores the chance to hold you in his arms and practice doing the steps that you’re working on. And he’s attended enough of these things and the balls to be able to pick up on his part pretty quickly. Katsuki, not to toot his own horn because he would never, has to say he’s pretty darn good at dancing. Stupidly good for a royal guard which he’s supposed to be. He’s supposed to be clunky and clumsy, but as soon as the armor is off he’s as graceful as any one of the princes or dukes you’ve danced with ball after ball and gala after gala. He’s humongous. Practically a head taller than you and his shoulders are stupidly wide and it’s like you’re in a cocoon of just him. His stupid minty breath whenever he’s mumbling something snarky or whispering the counts just loud enough for your teacher to know he’s actually helping. The flopping bangs that fall into his face whenever he needs to look down and see what your feet are doing. Usually because you’ve accidentally skipped a step or done something that messes with his leading because how can you not! Except this only fuels Bakugou’s ego more because he’s never seen you mess up with any partner at any of these balls you attend. The logical part of his brain says it’s because this is your dance room and you’re practicing. But the other hopeful part of his heart says it’s because maybe you’re flustered. Maybe you feel something too. And you definitely do. The oddly warm, but searing heat of his hand on the small of your back makes you stand up. His shoulder and bicep and forearm all a fluttering mass of muscle that languidly stretches and twitches underneath your arm. His meaty and calloused hand that holds yours, which is incredibly clamy except you’re not sure if it’s you or him! And your annoying dance teacher who constantly whacks your limbs and buttocks whenever you do something wrong, which only makes your guards impeccable poker face quirk into a smirk before she starts the music again. And unfortunately the old crone has caught on. Because your lessons after having danced with Katsuki are immensely improved. And your performance at balls is flawless at best, so she’s going to keep asking the young rugged handsome guard of yours to keep stepping in as your partner for dancing because he seems to be the only one where you actually have to work for that composure. ————

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

no.1 question not to ask a bug-lover

[champagnexowishes]

[teddybeartoji]

i think gojo acts like he's from the victorian era when he has a crush on you. seeing your tummy peek out from under your shirt as you're streching and yawning is making his brain short-circuit. like he's gonna have a fucking heart attack. you're wearing a tank top and your shoulders are showing? ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh he's so dead.

[roseredbedhead]

[naomis-daydream]

forbidden fruit // shuri udaku

summary: dora milaje!reader. your job becomes increasingly difficult when a certain princess is persistent on making you hers.

content/warnings: suggestive language, stripping/nudity, fade to black ending

a/n: in my head reader still has hair, but do as you please. im very attached to my hair, but a bald era is tempting. anyways, i had pre WF shuri in mind bc she seems more bratty then, but again, as you please

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“Nkosazana! Are you alright?” Princess.

“Could you come here, please?” she shouted back.

You eyed the door suspiciously, unsure if you should enter, especially with all the antics she pulls. Reluctantly, you respond. “I’m coming in now, assure you are decent.”

If this were anyone else, you would’ve burst in without question, but with the princess, things were different. When you’d been assigned to protective duty over her, you immediately asked the gods why they’d do such a thing. Ever since you became a Dora, the princess made it her job to torture you, tease you, push your buttons just to see what reaction she could evoke. You assumed it was just her defiant nature, her being drawn to the thought of such an illicit affair. Though other times, it seemed she just wanted someone by her side—you.

You accompanied her on trips to the market, walks around the capitol, and wherever she roamed in the palace. She would start by asking your opinion on some object, usually tech or clothing. It would escalate to spending hours with each other, walking aimlessly until nightfall talking about everything from the weather to believing in the gods.

You began to look forward to seeing her, talking to her, laughing with her, simply being around her, but you were also keen on never letting things get to far. Shuri had a tendency to make her advances ever so prominent when you weren’t in the confines of the castle. From lingering touches, suggestive language, and walking a little to close for comfort between royalty and warrior. This cat and mouse game had gone on for months, and unbeknownst to you, the princess planned on winning.

You peaked your head in and scanned the room before walking in completely. “Shuri?” You called, spear pointed fiercely in front of you. You continued until she came walking from her closet, your jaw parting as your spear lowered.

Bast, help you.

There she was, in all her glory. Standing in the skimpiest satin robe you’ve ever seen, nipples perking against the pearl-colored fabric. You felt shameful as your eyes betrayed you, scanning over her body, not used to seeing this much skin. The robe stopped just under the curve of her ass, the front tied loosely with the belt ends dangling mid thigh.

“You’re staring.” she said, a confident, cocky smirk on her lips as you snapped your eyes back to her face.

Quickly straightening out your back and tightening the grip on your spear, you replied. “What is it you need, princess?”

“My towel.”

You gave her a deadpan look. “You pressed the emergency button on your beads,” you began, “so I could fetch your towel?”

She nodded simply. “Mmhm, it’s just there,” she pointed to the cupboard above the mirror, “on the top shelf.”

You clenched your jaw as she smiled at you, she fucking smiled. “And put that spear down, would you? You’re going to poke someone’s eye out.” It was then when you realized what a death grip you had on the object. If it weren’t made of vibranium-laced metal, you’re sure it would’ve bent.

Nonetheless, you obliged before walking over to the girl, standing directly in front of her. She looked up at you with those bright, beautiful eyes. ‘Lo mfazi uya kuba kukufa kwam’ you thought. This girl will be the death of me.

You faced the mirror, reaching up and stretching your fingers a few times before grabbing it as you heard the shower start.

“Here you go, my princess. Your beloved towe-” you said while turning around. Only to be met with Shuri’s bare body, accompanied by a small smile as she stood in front of the shower door, her robe abandoned at her feet.

“Shuri!” You shrieked, turning around, yet meeting her frame once more in the mirror. “Princess,” you said sternly, looking at the floor, “These…games have gone on long enough. This is highly unprofessional and inappropriate. It was ignorant of me to indulge in this-this-”

“This what?” She asked, taking a step towards you, her gaze lustful and longing. “Admit it, sana, you like me.”

Your eyes remained glued to the floor as she stalked toward you, like predator to prey. You swallowed thickly as she came closer. “It does not matter how I feel-”

“Uyaxoka,” she whispered, circling your body, her breath warm on the back of your neck. You’re lying.

“-your family, my duty, the elders! What would they think of us?” You meant for your words to be stern and stoic, but the response came out meekly, your body unable to hide the underlying desire you tried so hard to fight.

“I think,” she said slowly, “you are wearing far too much clothing.” As she spoke, top of your armor slid off your body, landing on the tile with a clang.

You shivered as the cool air meets your breasts, nipples hardening at the change—and your arousal. She walked back to your front holding your gaze as she lowered herself.

“Princess,” you warned.

It was no use, though. She smiled deviously as she slid your boot off, one hand on your inner thigh to keep you steady as she repeated on the other foot.

“Princess.”

Looking down at her, she wasn’t looking at you. Her eyes were glued to her hands that were quickly and skillfully tugging down waistband of your pants, along with your underwear. She kept her eyes down as she guided your body out each garment, finally smiling up at you once she had you where—or perhaps how—she wanted you.

She kissed your thighs, massaging the soft skin of your hamstrings as she moaned softly.

“Nkosazana,” you said breathlessly. Shuri rose to her feet, her face inches from yours.

“Ubufowunele?” she answered slyly, laughing at your compromised state. You called?

“Please,” you begged, tilting your head back as you placed arms around her neck. She hummed in approval before kissing your neck slowly, hands on your hips while walking you backwards towards the shower.

Just as she left it, the door was open as steam poured out the entrance. She trailed her lips up your jawline as your back hits the wall.

Shuri peals her mouth off you, keeping her body close. She hovers over your lips. You part yours almost instinctively.

Her lips curl into a smile at your neediness.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

[issydragonheart-art]

Courtney - Green Mermaid Princess -

Inspired by an old fanfic I wrote in middle school where I crossover a bunch of my favorite characters from different shows to become mermaid princesses who work together. Mostly an excuse to imagine them singing and taking down bad guys while looking cool.

Chose green for Courtney because I felt it suited her the best and didn't change her hair color since Luchia's never matched her pearl either.

This outfit I gave her is the powered up version and I do have a basics I created. But enjoyed expanding upon her Super form.

Again huge fan of crossovers in which I infuse elements of one show with another.

[ottersandfandoms]

my favorite genre of characters has gotta be little idiot gays

[birf]

Kuranosuke would wear so much stuff from Betsy Johnson, Anna Sui, and Q-pot 

[dearprincesstwilightsparkle]

Hey Twilight Now might be time for some Celestia-style scheming. they should become friendsss!

[koolkat9]

So stared watching MLP gen 4 and I made an oc. Meet Dewy Daydream. Writer and staff member at the royal library.

And this led to her and Princess Luna having a thing. Dewy loved the story of Nightmare Moon and thus when Luna came back she ended up bombarding Luna with questions. Which was rough for Luna, but when Dewy mentions how she always had sympathy for Nightmare Moon despite everything, Luna is touched. She rarely felt understood but now...

They start to grow close with Luna often coming to the library when the guilt gets too much and/or she gets overwhelmed by how long she's been gone and having to learn about a whole new world. And Dewy is there to either comfort or distract her. And they fall in love.

[thc-daydreams]

💋