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A Dream Is A Wish Your Heart Makes

How Ace and Deuce Fantasise About Their Crush, The Prefect

Reader/Yuu is female

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Ace Trappola

Deuce is his biggest rival so usually his fantasies involve you choosing him over his fellow Heartslabyul first year

Usually he would be goofing off ‘studying or doing homework’ and his thoughts would inevitably turn to you and he gets hit  with the visual of your beaming smile and shimmering eyes lighting up in adoration as you praise him over his marks on a test like “Wow Ace! I can’t believe you got all of this right - you’re so much smarter and stronger and more handsome and better than Deuce in every way!” and he’d be filled with determination to actually study so you would kiss praise him

Sometimes he would daydream about you wearing his basketball jersey to one of his matches and cheering him on (which you do already anyway - the cheering, not the jersey wearing) and during a tense sports anime worthy match with fast action and slow motion and reaction cuts where your gazing at him admiringly (this boy is literally filming an episode of Haikyuu in his mind) and the scores are neck and neck and he’s about to throw the winning shot and he looks at you winks and is like “this one’s for you” and gets it in, single handedly winning the game and his teammates are freaking out and everyone on the stands are cheering his name and he’s handed the trophy as he’s lifted onto his seniors' shoulders and then you’re there (abandoning Deuce and Grim at the stands) and you congratulate him and you’re kissing him and he’s woken up 🙁

He’s the type of guy to daydream about you in a cheerleading outfit, waving around pom poms and cheering him on - not in a creepy, weird way but more in a cute, endearing way

During the Ghost Bride incident™, you were dressed in a wedding dress to match with all of the suitors’ groom suits and his mind did an application.exe has stopped working before rebooting and immediately got flooded with visuals of you and him getting married

Since he did punch Riddle on the reader’s behalf and flip out at Malleus over Malleus’ completely harmless ‘prank’ during the Spectral Soiree (real king behaviour, what a man *wipes tear*), he does feel protective over them so I think he’d these fantasies where he’s protecting you from danger and bridal carrying you away and you’re swooning over him like ‘my hero ♡’ and peck his cheek

He really does like writing Ace x Reader fanfic in his head, doesn’t he?

I think many of his daydreams would be more ‘what-if’ scenarios where he would lay awake in bed at night, the lights are off and his dormmates are dozing off on their own beds around him, and his mind wanders into how the events of the day would’ve played off if he actually did have the courage to act on his own desires, if he actually did admit he found your smile beautiful during lunchtime, if he actually did hold your hand on your way to class, if he actually did confess his feelings…

If the legends of old are true and that whatever you wish for, you keep, he really really hopes that he gets to keep you

Deuce Spade

It’s canon that he’s a romantic since he has an admiration for the King and Queen of Hearts’ relationship so his fantasies are very reminiscent of classical romances

I headcanon that his mother loves romantic movies and shows (both period and modern) and he loves to watch them with her (he prefers period films/shows over modern ones since he’s been a sucker for fairy tales since he was five)

Even though his fantasies of you are super innocent, he still feels super guilty over having them over his best friend. He thinks it’s wrong to think of kissing someone so kind and sweet when they only see him as a friend and he kind of hates himself for not hating the visions his mind cooks up.

He’s very protective in nature so his daydreams usually feature him saving you à la traditional fairy tale or classic silver screen damsel in distress and her dashing hero or knight in shining armour (not because he sees you as a damsel in distress - you don’t just fight off overblots and live in Twisted Wonderland without being the strongest person ever in his eyes - but because he likes the idea of being strong enough to protect you from danger or you knowing that you can always rely on him to protect you). This, though, also kind of stems from his inner guilt at not being able to save you from the harm you’ve already undergone.

He likes to imagine the two of you stargazing, your figures draped in moonlight as you kiss each other, or the two of you on a white marble balcony, surrounded by doves and baby pink blossoms falling from the trees around you, or the two of you dancing in a ballroom, or kissing in the rain, or giving you piggybacks, or picking you up and twirling you around as you laugh in pure joy, or giving you his jackets or every other cliche he wants and yearns so badly to have with you

Sometimes when he does something good like finish his dorm chores or come first in track club he imagines your voice cheering him on like ‘I knew you could do it, Deuce’ 

He loves it when his daydreams get domestic. His favourite one is when imaginary you and imaginary him are in a chicken coop, surrounded by baby chicks.

Whilst his fantasies are very idyllic and so flowery they could put a florist out of business, he does like the ones that tap into his past as a bad boy where he takes you joyriding on his magical wheel, your arms wrapped around his torso and head resting between his shoulder blades, or he impresses you with his mechanical skills as he fixes a car, or your patching him up after a fight (a fight that happened because imaginary you was being harassed by gang of goons and he came in and saved the day like an action hero)

When he was a stargazer, you were the one who earnestly gave your full support in his dreams and your belief that all of his wishes will inevitably be granted so would you mind terribly if he told you his hearts’ greatest desire

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PILE ONE

the world ✧ six of wands ✧ strength

This person is turned on by your success (lol), let me explain: they love it when you show off your accomplishments, the knowledge you've acquired, the wisdom you possess. If you speak more than one language, they get very turned on by that. This person really roots for you, they get all hot & heavy when you're in the spotlight, unafraid to state how gorgeous or handsome you are. They love it when you're feeling yourself (pun intended), when you know your worth and act like it. When you're confident and badass.

For some, the way you walk or talk has something about it that lures them in. I think your poise and how you handle your achievements, your career and academic pursuits has them not only feening for you, but also gawking in deep admiration. You have a star quality to you, maybe you're famous in your field or you aspire to be known in some type of way.

If you post pictures of yourself on vacations, specifically by the beach or some other sunny, beautiful place, they gets really turned on by that. They're a visual kind of person - if you regularly dress up or wear makeup, for example, it turns them on. I'm hearing "everything you do turns them on", they're your biggest fan, pile #1. This person is attracted to success - not in an opportunistic way, for most of you.

I also got that this person loves your height; if you're insecure about a specific body part, that's the part that they actually love the most, because it stands out about you. I feel a voyeuristic quality to this person, they love to watch you in moments you're caught up in your own duties.

channeled song: Papparazzi by Lady Gaga.

channeled messages: long limbs, legs for days, victoria's secret, "you're an angel", siren eyes, hooded lids, bedroom eyes, scorpio or taurus rising, capricorn, leo.

PILE TWO

knight of cups ✧ four of cups ✧ nine of pentacles

This pile has a similar feel to pile one, so if you feel drawn to it, feel free to check it out. However, pile two feels softer.. a little dreamier, almost. This person is turned on by how unbothered, independent you are. Chances are you built your success from zero and you're hell bent on being independent, whether in a relationship or not, you like relying on yourself.

I'm getting a specific fantasy here - they fantasize about being your savior, your knight in shining armor, swooping in and saving the day. They love helping you, but they know you don't need it. It conflicts them, but it turns them on, at the same time. All the messages here are heavily specific, like carrying you to the bedroom or being carried by you. There's something here about the bridal style. You probably look really good in white, lacy outfits or well- lingerie. If you don't wear lingerie, then this person wants to wear it for you.

Honestly, they love how unimpressed you are, but they want to woo you, to take you out, give you a proper date and then savor you all night. This person wants to be the only one that gets to impress you, to hold you and have you. I feel a bit of a possessive energy here as well, not malicious but definitely more dominant, which is likely to come out in the bedroom. If you're already with this person, they really love it when you let them perform acts of service or give you gifts to show you their love. They have a "provider" kind of feeling to them, probably a mommy or daddy kink as well.

channeled song: Good for You by Selena Gomez.

channeled messages: mine, sub/dom dynamics, "angel baby", "sunshine baby", service dom, wine & dine, jewelry, 30, 333, pluto dominant, scorpio, burgundy.

PILE THREE

three of wands ✧ page of cups ✧ king of swords

Chances are you're not with this person, but even if you are, they love the little mind games. You pique their interest, you make them want more and more everytime. It's something you effortlessly do - you're interesting and intellectually stimulating. Naturally, I have to mention this person loves it when you challenge or tease them, especially sexually. I feel like there's some distance between the two of you, maybe this is a long distance relationship and you haven't been intimate yet, but they loooove staring at your pictures. If you've sent them explicit messages or videos, they get all hot & heavy thinking about your voice or how you sound.

This person gets turned on by how vocal you are, in more than just one aspect. You're witty and bright, but you know when to be serious, when to use your words for the things that matter. They get turned on by how smart you are; they always learn a new word, a new concept or skill when they're with you. This person may like to "rile you up" or have small debates with you because it gets them in the mood (lol), it turns them on to see you not back down from an argument and win it everytime. Your voice, lips and mannerisms are really hot to them as well, if you regularly wear professional attire or attend very formal settings (like work in a corporate job or go to places that require uniforms), it really turns them on. They fantasize a lot about tearing these clothes and that serious demeanor off of you.

You may be cheeky as well and they catch glimpses of this more fun, lighthearted side of you. It also turns them on. There's an unpredictable quality to you that keeps them on their toes, which inevitably makes them very affected. I think your presence is more than enough to turn this person on, they love to observe you and watch how you move. If this is a coworker or a person you can't or haven't been intimate with for "taboo" reasons, they fantasize about breaking all the rules and abandoning all logic for you.

channeled song: Back for More by TXT ft. Anitta.

channeled messages: gemini, duality, vice and virtue, friends with benefits, "i can't have you the way that i want", "you're my weakness", casino nights, whiskey, drinking, "i can't stop thinking about you", "light up a joint", slow burn, hazy summer nights, partying.

PILE FOUR

the hierophant ✧ the moon ✧ four of cups (clarified by the star)

You're marriage material - and that's what turns this person on: your stability, how mysterious you are, unwilling to give yourself to anyone who isn't worthy of you. I think you're focused on your own healing, your journey and beliefs. You may be someone who simply marches to the beat of your own drum and you're not willing to sacrifice your ideals for the sake of maintaining a partner.

This "inflexibility" and the way you're unavailable to anything that doesn't meet your standards really turns this person on. It makes them want to step up for you and themselves too. This person loves it that you work for the long term goals, you're someone people trust and want by their side. Perhaps you're a teacher or someone who's seen as an authority, experienced and wise. There's a patience, a method to your madness, something only you know. You're very hardworking and practical, you cut through the BS to find the truth in situations.

You're not someone who entertains or pursues short term commitments or flings, for example. I think this person is turned on by your character, you probably have strong ethics and you're more traditional, there's a safety to you, a certainty. You're loyal and committed, it makes them want to devote themselves to you, to come home to you every night. This pile is more vanilla than the others; they like your depth, I think you're very classy and it turns them on.

They get turned on by your high standards, your beliefs and family values. This person knows you're reliable, they think you're the ultimate dream partner to anyone. You're rare and special - you know it. They get very affected by the thought of having you as their one and only.

channeled song: Focus on Me by Ariana Grande.

channeled messages: wife/husband/spouse material, mysticism, faith, religion, church, psalm 17:8, "tell me what's your motive", motivational speakers, slow dating, "remember what you deserve", divine counterpart.

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[rain-element]

Ever since I've started HRT, I've been fantasizing way more often than I ever used to. Aside from some... *ahem*... raunchier fantasies, I found myself a blushy mess earlier today thinking about the prospect of wearing a bridal dress, and getting carried over the threshold, and having someone's hand tenderly wrap around my waist as we take photos, and gingerly holding mine to place a ring on, and and and and just 😵‍💫

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Kinktober 2023 | Day Ten — William Killick + uniform kink, dirty talk

Pairing -> dom!william killick x wife!reader

Warnings -> smut (minors dni), dom!william, sub!reader, mention of military duty, use of good girl, sir kink, captain kink, william in his uniform>>>>>

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Disclaimer: The Edge of Love characters, plots, quotes, etc. do not belong to me and belong to the rightful owner(s). This is only fanfiction and this is just for fun.

“I knew you liked it,” William said sweetly, resting his forehead against yours. He cupped your cheeks in his hand, caressing it with his fingers. “I can see the way you look at me when I wear it. All bothered-like. Just want a strong man to take care of you, hmm?”

You shuddered. William was right. You did like it when he wore his uniform, especially now that you were finally seeing him against after his deployment. How was it your fault he looked so damn good in it? It complimented his skin tone, it matched his dark brown hair almost perfectly, and it outlined his body, showing that he was strong and muscular and fit. When he wore it, it was like he commanded respect, and when you were by his side, it felt like no one could hurt you, that you were under protection, William’s protection. That you were his. 

“Yeah,” you admitted, trying not to get all flustered about it. If you didn’t downplay the situation you were sure you’d be in for nights of teasing. “It just, it looks nice on you. It’s a pretty colour.”

Images of fantasies you’ve had came up in your head. You tried to push them down, but you couldn’t stop thinking about them, especially now . . . William, holding you in his arms, shielding you from the dangers of the outside world. He would command you and dominante you, but in the loveliest ways — in a caring way. In a way that said he loved you. Sometimes he’d be on top, fucking you so good, but with his uniform on. He’d ask you — no, demand you call him ‘Captain’, and you would.  

William kissed you softly, his lips brushing up against yours. “I know it is. Is this what you want?” he asked.

“What?”

“Is this what you want?” he repeated. “To make love to you in this uniform?” His hands trailed up under your shirt, aiming to touch your breasts. “I can do that. Only if you want it.”

“Yes!” you immediately said, then averted your eyes, embarrassed at how eager you sounded. “William, I want it.”

“Darling,” he cooed. He picked you up in his arms, bridal style, and carried you to the bedroom, laying you gently on the mattress. “I’ll give it you. But first we need to lay some ground rules, okay?”

You looked up at him, curious, while he unbuckled his belt. What a wonderful sight.

“It’s not William anymore,” he said sternly. “You’ll call me Captain Killick. I deserve it, don’t I? For my wife to respect my position?”

“Yes, sir.” You could feel your body getting hotter, and the area between your legs wetter.

“You’ll be obedient, too. No brattiness,” he said, as he pulled his fat cock out, “no pleas or cries. Just ‘yes, sir’, ‘I’ll do anything to please you, sir’. I’ve served you all those years out there, fighting to keep my darling girl safe, and in return you’ll serve me. On your knees with your mouth, legs spread with your cunt — whatever I ask.”

Your response was filled with lust, “Yes, sir. Whatever you ask.”

“Good girl.” He gave you a proper kiss this time, a passionate one, with his tongue sweeping over your lips and pushing its way into your mouth. He let out a muffled groan, hiking up your skirt and pulling down your panties. 

“Get on your hands and knees for me,” he said in your ear. You hesitated. He had never taken you in that position before, but you obeyed nonetheless, waiting in anticipation.

“Ohh,” William moaned, pushing his cock into your wet pussy. He immediately started thrusting, hard and fast, without giving you a chance to adjust. 

“William!” you yelped, clutching onto the bed sheets for some stability.

He swiftly spanked your ass.

“C-captain Killick,” you corrected, little whimpers leaving your mouth. 

“Good girl. Ah, fuck — I can feel you clenching,” William said, his balls slapping against your skin, but you could also hear the sound of clothing shuffling. “Like it this much? Being—under my control? Dirty.”

You squirmed and tried to cover your wanton moans by placing your hand over your mouth, but William pinned your hands behind your back the moment he noticed what you were doing. “No, I want to hear your moans. Don’t hide them from me . . ."

He slowed his pace down and leaned over, his stomach touching your back. His thrusts were now more stiffer, and rough, pushing his way deep inside you. “Need to do this more often. Getting you so wet . . . I’ve missed you, it’s been so long since I’ve been inside of a woman.”

He cupped your bouncing breasts, pinching your nipples, eliciting a squeak out of you. “My darling wife. I love you . . . Now, stop squirming," he chastised, "and let me fuck you good."

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IT'S YOU- CHOI SAN pt.2 (MDNI)

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SMUT AHEAD, MINORS DO NOT INETRACT

Wc: 1.5k

Warnings: Smut, Protected sex, Frequent use of word 'kitten', reader is referred to as kitten, oral sex (both receiving), use of word slut, safe word mentioned (but never used) , ice play. chocolate syrup play That's all i can think of.

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"Kitten you are merely 4 to 5 cam taller, doesn't meant that i can't lift you up, bend you over and fuck you senseless"

My breath hitched with his words, and our faces were so near that I could feel his hot breath on my skin. San's hands slid aimlessly across my body before kissing me back.

I sank into a powerful forceful kiss, while one of his hands cupped my breasts and gave them a little squeeze, causing me to gasp. San seized the opportunity, slipping his tongue inside my mouth and massaging my palate while I let out soft muffled groans.

"You have no idea, how much i wanted this, I had to control the urge to tear your clothes and fuck your pretty cunt and cum on your tits whenever you walked around without wearing bra or underwear, more so when i felt your tits and body rub against me when you are trying get something from cabinet " he whispered, licking my earlobe which made me arch my body off the wall, pressing against him, seeking pleasure involuntarily.

"San, I always got off thinking about you" I throw my hands behind his neck and grind myself on his thigh, which is wedged between my thighs, kneeing my aching core.

"I know, Sweetheart, you always got off on the washroom in the game room after making sure i put my headphones on. I pretended as if i didn't hear you calling my name to check otherwise" He said, as he scooped me up in bridal style, taking me to the game room and plopping me onto the bed we had at one of the corners of the room.

San said, trailing kisses from my ankle to my inner thighs. My skin feels like it's on fire where he touches it; I slip my hands into his hair and gently tug it, eliciting a hum from him.

"Let's make one of your fantasies come true, hm?" He got out of bed after giving my lips a short kiss and returned with a glass of ice and chocolate syrup.

"Your safe word is Red, got it kitten?"

Just as I was going to nod, San tore my Bunny suit in half, grabbing onto my tits and sucking them forcefully, the other hand making contact with my dripping cunt. The unexpected sensation ripped a loud groan from me, my hands locking onto his hair and driving him into my breasts.

"San-fuck, too rough"

"you wanted this, didn't you?, Kitten no need to play dumb, I read through your idea book lying on the desk, you wanted me to rip your clothes off and go hard on you didn't you? wanted me to pour chocolate syrup all over your body and lick you up while pressing ice against your throbbing swollen cunt?"

I tried to cover my face with the pillow, but San was too quick. He took the pillow out of my hands and pinned them over my head, taking the bottle of chocolate syrup in the other. I felt the blood surge into my face.

"Be a good slut and let me play with you as i want" My collar bone was sharply bit, and then I felt kitten licks as he dropped syrup across my tits, stomach, and cunt. The unexpected sticky feeling made me wetter.

Whimpers and groans of need filled the room as San slowly and languidly reached the area where I most wanted him—my tits and stomach—to lap up the syrup. I jerked my hips into him after he blew on my swollen pussy, which earned me a slap right to my cunt, before letting go of my hands and pinning my hips.

"Stay still, Kitten, unless you don't want to cum"

San placed a block of ice in his mouth and kissed me open-mouthed, passing me the cube and gently poking one of his fingers into my entrance. He returned the ice block to my cunt, lips latching onto my swollen clit.

"San! ~ngh Fuck! "So good!" I gripped the covers as his icy lips and ice touched my sensitive clit, and he inserted two more fingers into my hot cunt.

He sucked up the syrup that was pouring down my puffy cunt. He took his fingers out of my hole and watched it clench around nothing.

"Such a pretty pussy, can't wait to fuck it, till it can take only me" San growled quietly and licked a long stripe after spreading the folds open, before pushing his tongue into my heat.

"Feels so fucking good, Fuck, this is better than what i imagined" I say as i grip his shoulders, my legs were kept open and pinned to the bed by his strong arms. I can only let out pathetic moans and whimpers as i felt my high hit me

"Sannie~ 'm gonn-" the knot in my stomach snapped before warning him, coming down the high with a loud whine, cumming hard on his tongue. He lapped up everything before raising his head to look into my eyes.

"You taste so delicious, now get to the corner of the bed, lie on your back, and hang your head off the bed," he ordered, tapping my thighs. I quickly obeyed his directions and laid down as he instructed. San stood in the corner, facing my head, as he removed his sweatpants and underwear, his hard massive cock hitting his abdomen. He snarled at the abrupt exposure to cold air and seized this cock in one hand, pumping it a few times while the other grabbed my jaw and pried it apart. He slipped his cock in.

"Suck it like the good slutty Kitten you are"

Tears streamed down my lust-filled eyes as his massive cock pressed deep into my throat, pressing on my delicate palate. I traced the vein with my tongue as he mercilessly pounded my throat, his hands playing with my sensitive buds.

"Your throat feels so tight and good around my cock, gonna come in your mouth and on your tits yeah?" San struggled to speak, and low groans escaped his mouth; my moans, blocked by the blowjob, sent vibrations as his head fell back and came down my throat; the sensation caused me to cum unexpectedly as he pulled his cock out and gave it another few pumps to get the remaining cum onto my breasts, noticing that I, too, had cum.

"Does kitten like getting throat fucked that much?"

He said as he crawled on top of me, quickly slipping on a condom, his cock prodding my sensitive, overstimulated entrance, thrusting the entire length into my cunt in one hard thrust, making me let out a loud moan that could easily be mistaken for a scream, gripped hard on his shoulders, bruising the skin, legs tightly wrapped around his small waist

"Fuck, you are so big~so full" I say as I give him an open mouthed kiss while he thrusts his hips at an incredible pace.

"Relax kitten, you are clenching down my dick so hard, does it feel that good? You feel good too, perfect, just for me to fuck"

San filpped me over, my head pressed against mattress while im on my knees, his hands gripped my hips hard, leaving marks as he drilled into my swollen puffy cunt without mercy

"San!" I scream his name over and over again as i try to warn him that i am yet again close to climax, but am unable to do so due to the sweet stretch contrasting his rough pounding.

"Gonn cum? Im gonn cum too kitten, now be good and cream my cock yeah?" he whispered my ear lobe while playing with my breasts and pressing down the visible bulge on my lower abdomen everytime he thrusts.

he knot in my stomach snaps as I let out a final whimper, arching my back before my legs give out, and San, too, has cum. After our orgasms, we slumped onto the bed, San right next me, hugging my head close to his chest and petting it.

"Remember that one time when i was so scared to jump into the pool but you held me close and jumped together? That's when i fell in love with you, what mattered was you, not your height or any physical attribute" San confessed, his hands running through my hair, as i patted his back.

"I felt in love with you when you fought a dog which was about to bite me and got yourself bitten and said that you'd marry me to protect me from dogs forever" I rise my head head to look at him, only to find him looking at me too, both of us laughing together and eventually falling asleep in each others' warm embrace.

"Being roommates is not a problem anymore"

Time Skip- the next morning

"Yo Dude, where the fuck are my socks, and why is one of the sock yours and one mine?" I shout as San and i are running late to the morning class

"Calm down, Kitten, here you go" He replied, giving me a gentle peck before hurrying.

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Kanato Sakamaki NSFW Headcanon

(18+)

-You can expect some very freaky roleplay with him. -Kanato has a big wardrobe for his every fantasy. -Cute summer dresses for picnics, babydoll nightgowns, etc. -Ever since falling in love with you, he upgraded from his bridal fantasies to using you as a doll in every style he thinks is cute. -You're his doll, and if he happens to feel any arousal, it is a fuckdoll you shall be. -Which is why, often, he doesn't actually makes you wear any panties. -He often wants to fuck you in those very outfits he bought for you. -He won't even take your knee-stockings off, no. He needs the cute aesthetic. -Kanato worships you in lolita clothes, but he after a while he decided to seek out the simpler Lolita dresses because the many layers were difficult in bed. -He loves blowjobs when you're wearing hair ribbons. Your cute hairstyle really is the cherry on top that will make a boner pop. -Because of his creepy side, he often takes suggestive photos of you in those clothes, but styles you like a corpse before he snaps the picture. -He often makes you twist and bend uncomfortably to convey a dead body, clunkily sprawled on the ground. -After he takes the picture, he'll start jerking himself off as he plays with your clit. -He can be surprisingly sweet after those pictures, and really pampers you. -Has a gigantic pile of sweet treats for you if you want something after the sex. -Will feed you -Also wants to be fed -Might make a romantic comment comparing you to what he's eating. -Long kisses, because he wants to enjoy the taste of sweets on your tongue. -The way he goes from creepy, to sexual, to somewhat adorable has your heart do loops. -There is something about his sweet side, that makes you accept the creepy shit. -Sometimes, on the rare occasion there is a light-hearted, playful atmopshere between the two you can convince him to wear your accesoiries. -It's moments like these, were you feel like you're falling for him even more. -He takes aftercare for the two of your surprisingly seriously, and pretty much holds the maids at gunpoint to get them cleaning and restoring the outfits he defiles as he orders them around as he takes your clothes of in the bathroom.

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xxxHOLiC (ホリック xxxHOLiC) | Jmovie | Whump List

Genre: Thriller,��Mystery, Drama, Supernatural, Fantasy, Suspense, Investigation

Synopsis: High school student Watanuki Kimihiro has the ability to see spirits and monsters but is actually plagued with them. Coming home one day, he’s once again assailled by evil apparitions but his feet lead him to a strange shop. There he encounters Ichihara Yuko, the mysterious owner who offers to grant Watanuki’s wish to be rid of the spirits. But the price must be of equal value, so Watanuki has to temporarily work for her in her shop that grant wishes. Thus begins his adventures in an world full of supernatural experiences.

Length: 1hr, 50 min

Whump meter: ▲▲◭△△ 

✨A whimsical dark surrealist fever dream in the best way possible. Visual stunner and very unusual.✨

⚠️Trigger Content: Blood, fantasy violence, some SA ⚠️⚠️Some SPOILERS will be found, proceed with caution⚠️⚠️

Whumpee: Watanuki Kimihiro portrayed by Kamiki Ryunosuke

00:45 | Running away from a dark force/energy, fighting against it, continues running away.

32:30 | Struck in the chest by a dark forced while trying to save someone, falls to the ground, darkness crawling up his neck, clutching chest, groaning, concern for him, writhing on the ground, labored breathing, struggles to get up only to fall onto his knees, whimpering, held | Bridal carried | Neck seen bandaged.

45:30 | Concerned for friend, grabbed by dark force, levitated into the air and throw off stairwell, concern for him, falls 3+ stairs into stacked glass, (in world) lying unresponsive, eye 'pulled out' (not graphic), screaming out in agony. (back in reality) Bloody hand bleeding onto white floor, wakes up wearing an eyepatch, seemingly not hurt, confused as to what happened.

48:15 | Reaches into pool of water and the dark force grabs him and pulls him under, (presumably in vision) lying in the rain, witnessing the death of his mother again, screaming, falls to his knees, wakes up suddenly.

01:08:50 | (continuation from fall scene recalled by a character) hand bleeding excessively, glass on his body, bleeding from the head, concern for him, held up by friend, struggling to speak, apologizing, unconscious, taken to be treated, bloody eye (non graphic), lying unresponsive on couch, flinches when eye is 'replaced'. (back in present) concerned for friend, guilty.

01:18:00 | Manhandled, pushed and thrown onto the floor, cries out in pain, clutching chest, writhing on the floor, pulled to his feet by his clothes, mocked and taunted, arm twisted behind his back, groaning, panting, choked, shoved onto the floor, dragged across the floor by his jacket, thrown, rolls across the floor and hits the wall, groaning, stepped on, thrown against friend, on the ground, dragged across the floor telekinetically, struggling to resist, concerned for friend, (in alternate reality) bound in a web made of red string. [01:25:16] Pierced by the red string and it starts tightly binding up his entire body and head, screams out in pain. Saved.

01:32:34 | Attacked by dark force, struggling to shoot a magical bow, screams, falls to the ground, panting.

[salty-apples]

Somewhat recent work for all and sundry.

Enjoy!

[streetmaille]

A formal chainmail necklace I made, perfect for adding a modern fantasy finish to strapless tops and dresses!

See the necklace here: https://www.streetmaille.etsy.com/listing/996527318

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The 13th Anniversary Arshi Fiesta

Moodboard : Historical AU

Whispers of the Heart | Chapter 08

I am not very good at writing ffs. I even read ffs very selectively. But it was an attempt of me to participate in the 13th-anniversary arshi fiesta.

I might be wrong about certain aspects of that age and era, but it's a fantasy, so why not? I don't own Arnav and Khushi and the story is purely fictional and has no relation to any living or dead. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Chapter 8

It was a joyous affair, brimming with colour and laughter. The blushing bride and groom faced each other, ready to begin their jaimala ceremony. Khushi's radiant smile lit up her face, her eyes sparkling with mischief and laughter. She was delighted to witness not only her brother's wedding but also one of her childhood friend's special day. She was somewhat relieved to see Arnav loosen up a bit as well.

Khushi was ecstatic when Mr. Ganguly and his family left early to catch their train, unable to stay for the late-night pheres. They promised to keep in touch once back in Calcutta. She secretly hoped they would break their promise.

As soon as the Pandit asked them to proceed the ceremony, Akash lifted Aman to prevent Anjali from placing the jaimala around his neck, causing ripples of laughter among the crowd. Suddenly, Arnav appeared from behind and lifted Anjali up, surprising both brothers. As a result, Anjali successfully placed the mala around her future husband's neck.

It was such a trivial moment, but Khushi couldn't help but blush as the muscles of his arms bulged beneath the black kurta from the exertion. The corded muscles of his back and shoulders rippled with strength as he moved. The sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing his defined forearms sprinkled with dark hair. He had gotten a haircut a few days ago, and the neatness of it accentuated the ruggedness of the two-day stubble, making him look irresistibly handsome.

Khushi's gaze lingered on him, captivated by the effortless masculinity he exuded. Her thoughts began to drift, drawn into a vivid daydream. She imagined him dressed as a groom, standing tall and proud in a mandap adorned with flowers and lights. She saw herself standing beside him, her hands adorned with henna, dressed in a resplendent bridal outfit. The image was so vivid and beautiful that it made her heart ache. But as quickly as the vision appeared, she shook her head to dispel it. Khushi lowered her head, her cheeks still warm from the blush, and tried to focus on the present, determined not to let her imagination run wild.

A soft knock interrupted Khushi's struggle with an earring, prompting her to turn around from where she was sitting in front of her dressing table. There, on her doorstep, stood Arnav. The warm light above her head, combined with the fading evening glow, created a soft halo around her.

But as she tucked her loose hair behind her left ear, her fingers brushed against the earring she was wearing. Her mind went back to Arnav again and what transpired between them a few hours ago.

Arnav stood transfixed for a moment, taking in the marvellous sight before him. Khushi always possessed an effortless beauty, but today she looked truly ethereal in a maroon-red saree that draped elegantly around her figure. The colour seemed to illuminate her skin, giving it a radiant, almost translucent quality. Her raven-black hair flowed like a silken waterfall down her back, enhancing the allure of her appearance. For a brief moment, time seemed to stand still.

"Arnav," her soft voice broke his reverie.

" Um...I'm here for Aman's sherwani. He needs to get ready. It's almost time," He replied in a thick voice.

" Oh! it's on that table."

Nodding his head, Arnav moved towards the designated table but his attention was suddenly diverted by the sound of Khushi's distress.

" Hai !! Devi maiya!!! e kya ho geya???? What will I wear to the wedding now? " she whined.

"what happened? "

"See, my earring broke," she exclaimed, turning her whole body to the left.She displayed the broken pieces with an adorable pout. The corners of Arnav's lips lifted of their own accord.

He kneeled in front of her, "Let me see."

Handing him the earring, Khushi clutched the side of the stool she was sitting on. His proximity sent a shiver down her spine as his familiar scent swirling around her, tinged with a hint of musk and sandalwood. Despite her previous distraction with the earring, she couldn't help but notice how impeccably he had dressed for the occasion. The black kurta he wore draped his frame with subtle elegance. Was it the kurta that made him look so debonair, or was it he who made the ordinary kurta look spectacular? Before she could find an answer, she heard him ask. "Do you have any safety pin?"

Her hands darted out to find one. Once she handed it over, he deftly coiled its wire into a circle and used it to mend her broken earring, restoring it to its former charm. Khushi's entire face lit up, eliciting a sense of accomplishment in her companion as he gazed at her.

Taking the earring from him, Khushi turned back toward the mirror. Her fingers trembled as she attempted to secure it on her left ear. Each time she tried, the delicate jewellery slipped through her grasp, frustrating her efforts. Arnav remained kneeling before her, his gaze fixed on her struggle with a calm intensity. With a sigh of exasperation, Khushi tried again, determined to succeed this time. Sensing her struggle, Arnav reached out and gently grasped her hand. "Let me."

Carefully, he retrieved the earring from her trembling fingers and brushed her hair aside, exposing her left earlobe. He delicately secured the earring in her piercing. The warmth contrasted with the coolness of the jewellery. His fingers lingered, causing goosebumps to rise on the back of her neck. Their noses nearly touched as Khushi turned to meet his gaze. The air around them came alive, vibrating with an almost palpable energy.

Arnav's gaze drifted to the centre of her eyebrows; her bindi had become slightly askew from her previous struggle. Without breaking the moment, his left hand moved gently to adjust it, his touch gentle and focused, almost as if in a trance. After ensuring the bindi was perfectly in place, his fingertips trailed down her cheek in a tender caress. The closeness between them was intoxicating, and most importantly, Khushi's mind was free from any haziness. Even in the dim light, she could see the subtle dilation of his pupils and how the golden streaks in his irises blended seamlessly with the rich caramel brown. And how every tiny muscle in his face appeared to unwind, shaping his features into an expression she hadn't fully familiarized herself with yet.

"Oh, Sanka Devi, jaldi niche aao, aur kitni deer se taiyaar hogi ?"

Buaji's voice shattered the moment in an instant. Arnav swiftly rose, grabbed the sherwani, and hastily left her room. But, a spark of hope lightened her heart. It was the expression on his face, which had remained constant since he had come back to Dehli for the wedding. She always prided herself on being intimately familiar with every subtle nuance of his expressions, akin to knowing the back of her hand. However, this particular expression was unfamiliar to her—although she vaguely recalled seeing something similar when they kissed. But, She couldn't be sure, uncertain due to her hazy memory. Determined, she now felt compelled, more than ever, to utilize her expertise in deciphering Arnav's emotions from his facial expressions.

The laughter of the flocks around her brought Khushi back to the present.

After the jaimala ceremony, everyone moved closer to the mandap, where Arnav found himself standing beside Khushi. As the moment for the gatbandhan arrived, Khushi eagerly stepped forward but felt a firm resistance on her forearm. Turning back, she was surprised to see Suvadra Malik holding her elbow. In that instant, she noticed another familiar hand in her peripheral vision reaching for his Nani's forearm. As soon as Suvadra met Arnav's eyes, she released her grip on Khushi. Arnav encouraged Khushi with a subtle nod, prompting her to go forward.

Arnav turned back to his nani and said through his teeth,"What is your problem now? We talked about this earlier, didn't we?"

Suvadra glared at her grandson. "That girl is a bad omen, Apni baap aur ma dono ko nikal gayi."

''So is your granddaughter ''

''Khabardar jo anjali ki bare main ulta sedha bola toh! I just don't want any harm come to my Anjali bitiwa".

"I don't say anything, but that doesn't mean I can't. We are both here for her sake because we both want her to be happy. Don't create a scene. You'll only hurt your crystal-clear reputation." With a raise of his eyebrows, he drove his point home with his nani and left her fuming.

After that, the wedding went off without a hitch. Arnav was overjoyed for his little sister. Despite their difficult past, she had found love in an honourable man. No one knew Aman better than Arnav, and he was relieved that Anjali had found a husband like him.

As the final notes of the ceremony faded away, Arnav found himself engulfed in a profound sense of melancholy. Each moment, each fleeting glance, reminded him of what he was about to lose. With no reason to stay any longer, he knew he had to leave soon.

After the wedding, an impending doom loomed over Khushi, with each passing hour. To worsen the situation, a telegram arrived on the third day informing them that Mr. Ganguly had taken a liking to Khushi and wished to marry her as soon as possible. On one hand, Arnav was going to leave soon. She would probably never see him again. On the other hand, the marriage proposal became a pressing concern for her, despite Babuji's reassurance that they would not proceed without her consent. Yet, whether today or tomorrow, marriage seemed inevitable. Khushi couldn't afford to procrastinate on the marriage issue any longer, especially considering the impact it could have on Babuji's reputation. She always felt immense gratitude towards Amma and Babuji and couldn't bear the thought of them ever regretting raising her.

Khushi's heart pounded this time with urgency, urging her to summon her courage and confront Arnav once again with the knowledge and awareness, she didn't have before. She knew she owed it to herself to try, despite the fear and uncertainty. She needed answers, at least a closure, perhaps even a reckoning with the truth. It was her final chance to lay bare her heart and demand the honesty she deserved, regardless of the emotional toll it might take. She had nothing left to lose anymore.

That urgency and determination brought her to Arnav's door in the middle of the night, just a day before he was scheduled to leave.

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Late Night Fantasy

“Princess, is this okay?” “That’s my good girl,”

Pairing: Steve Harrington x AFAB reader

Genre: romantic smut

Word count: 2066

Summary: An innocent sleepover turns to something less than innocent

Warnings: perv steve, perv steve as your bff, play fighting, not proof read, masturbating, just oral sex, sappy ending, lots of lovey-dovey nicknames

a/n: i see a lot of like Eddie being a perv as your best friend and I could not find much steve as a pervy best friend so in the same fashion as how this started (me writing smut), I’ll just do it myself. Also this literally took like 4 months to write and idk why. Since I’m on break I’ll hopefully be uploading more frequently <3

We’re just friends.

We're just friends.

We're just friends.

Steve repeats the same thing over and over again, barely being able to keep his mind off of you. It didn't help that you showed up on his doorstep in a soaked white t-shirt with a bright red bra underneath, it especially didn't help that he knew you were naked 50 feet away from him in his shower. It was almost like you did it on purpose. Like you knew he wouldn't be able to keep his thoughts pure.

For fucks sake. He runs a hand through his hair while slouching on his couch, he grabs the remote flipping through every channel until he finds some romance movie that he could cringe at. Because at least that would stunt his erection.

That was until you came into the living room, wearing his shirt and sweatpants, you smelled like him, you were wearing his clothes. Holy hell did he love this.

“Oh my god steve, I cant believe youre watching this without me.” you plop down next to him on the couch, drying your hair with the towel he gave you.

“Hm?” his eyes flicker to the screen, “Oh, yeah it was the only decent thing on.” he shrugs.

“Sure, sure.” you smirk, “I’m sure you were totally uninterested in seeing this hunk fall for his best friend who has been there all along, waiting for him to just notice her,” your tone is sarcastic and dramatic all at once.

“Y/N shut the fuck up,” he rolls his eyes and reaches for the remote.

“Wow Steve, no reason to resort to foul language,” you steal the remote from him, putting it on the other side of you.

“Give that back,” he furrows his eyebrows while crossing his arms over his chest.

“And what if I don't wanna?” you bat your eyelashes innocently and pout your lips. He leans over you grabbing the remote, you push him back, straddling his hips as you take it away. “Steveee, I’m watching this. Don’t be cruel,”

“I’ll let you watch it as long as you never whine again, you know I hate that shit.” you smile sweetly.

“I know,” you pat his cheek lightly, “it always makes you cave.” his hands rest on your hips, his body wants to grind them against his, but his brain is fighting every urge.

You shimmy off his lap, turning your attention back to the tv, Steve sits up and pulls your legs onto his lap.

“You'll be more comfortable laying down,” he nods, proud of his stupid excuse. You shrug it off fully laying down, his hands run up and down your legs.

Steve is driving himself insane. Why did he want your body on his, he knew it would give him a raging boner if your thigh was almost touching his dick, he felt like roaming his hands on your legs was taking advantage of you in some way.

God hes a fucking pervert and he knows it. He just doesn't care anymore.

Steve notices you sleeping, this makes him smile to himself. He turns off the tv and picks you up bridal style, carrying you to his room. He lightly tosses you onto the bed, pulling the covers off so he can cover you up later, he pulls off the sweats you were wearing.

Harrington chews on his bottom lip softly as his thoughts run wild, on one hand he should probably deal with his boner before you wake up, but on the other hand youd probably freak the fuck out if you woke up alone in a bed you werent previously on.

“Baby,” Steve whispers into your ear as he pulls up the blanket, covering you up. You groan quietly and turn to face away from him, “Y/N,” he tries again.

“What is it,” you mumble, half asleep.

“I’m going to take a shower,” rolling over you look at him sleepily. “Okay?” Steve questions softly, nodding in response you pull the covers over your head.

“Don’t take too long, Stevie.” Harrington practically sprints to his bathroom, he turns the shower on and strips. As soon as he takes his boxers off his dick jumps straight up, he sighs running a hand through his hair whilst biting on his lower lip.

Around 5 minutes pass with you tossing and turning before you give up on trying to fall back asleep, sitting up you cross your arms over your chest yawning quietly. Soft groans fill the air causing you to perk up, looking in the direction that they’re coming from, you slow your breathing trying to stay as silent as possible.

Steve groans out your name and you hop out of the bed, knocking on the bathroom door, “Harrington, is everything alright?” shit, shit, shit. His thoughts run all over the place, he hisses silently while keeping his hand around his cock.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t it be?” Steve swallows a moan as he pictures you on your knees in front of him, your pretty little lips wrapped around his dick, leaving lipstick rings on his flesh.

“I heard some groaning, and I thought I heard my name. Are you sure you’re alright?” your hand is wrapped around the golden doorknob as you press your ear into the door.

“Mhm, everything is 100% okay,” Steve tries to keep his voice as normal as possible, though it shakes a bit as his movements become sloppier.

“Can I come in? Just so we can talk or something. It’s too quiet in your room,” Harrington’s eyebrows furrow as he throws his head back against the tiles, warm water spilling all over his chest.

“Of course, Angel,” his voice is barely loud enough to hear over the running water. Nevertheless, you open the door and take a seat on the lid of the toilet. Even though you came inside with the disguise of having a conversation, the room stays silent other than the shower running.

“Could you hand me a towel?” Steve sighs quietly, he’ll just have to have blue balls until you fall back asleep and he can sneak away again. You squeeze your eyes shut as you open the shower curtain to hand him the towel. “What darlin? Not even gonna try to sneak a peek?”

“Steve, don’t even joke about that,” his eyes trail over your body. You turn your back to him, keeping your eyes on the wall. He wraps his arms around your back, flooding your senses with the smell of his body wash and shampoo.

“You’re getting my shirt wet,” you pull at his arms, trying to remove them from your waist.

“I can get other things wet too,” Steve whispers into your ear, chills run down your spine as your face turns red.

“Steve!” you laugh softly while shaking your head. “You’re so childish,” your body relaxes into his.

“Y/N,” Harringtons voice is low as his lips hover over your nape, he moves a hand lower on your hip, squeezing gently. “I’m serious,” he presses a kiss onto your neck, “stop me if you’re uncomfortable, okay?” his hand slips into your panties, using two fingers he runs them between your folds.

Your legs close subconsciously as you lean your head back against his shoulder, eyes tightly shut and lips parted. Steve pushes a finger into your hole, rubbing your clit with his thumb. “This okay, Sunshine?” using his free arm, he squeezes your breast.

“Mhm,” you bite down on your lower lip, moaning softly. Steve kisses the back of your neck, finger fucking you gently.

He inserts a second finger, widening his pointer and middle finger to stretch you out, you grasp onto his upper arm while trying to hold back moans.

“Let me hear you,” he whispers into your ear before biting on your earlobe, “don’t hold back, Y/N.” Harrington kisses your jawline, pulling your face to his, your eyes lock with his. “Fuck Y/N,” he kisses you passionately, pulling his hand from your panties and flipping you around.

Your fingers tangle into his hair while Steve's hands cup your ass. He lifts you up letting you wrap your legs around his waist. He carries you into his bedroom, laying you down on the bed gently, his fingers hook around the waistband of your panties.

Harrington leans over your body, leaving a trail of kisses as he lowers himself onto his knees and pulls your hips to the edge of his bed. Steve brushes his lips over your hip bones, he pulls your panties off, throwing them to the side.

“Princess, is this okay?” he locks eyes with you, his breath fanning over your pussy. You nod rapidly while leaning your head back, “I wanna hear you say it,” he leans away from you.

“Steve, Steve, please. I want this, I want you, please,” he smirks, dipping his head down, he sucks dark marks into your thighs.

“That’s my good girl,” wrapping his arms around your legs he spreads them wide, he kisses wet kisses up your thighs sucking in a deep breath as he reaches your throbbing clit.

Your body twitches in anticipation, he licks a long stripe between your folds, his lips landing on your pink nub. Harrington sucks on your clit gently, pressing his nose into your warm flesh.

You moan loudly, arching your body into him, “oh god,” he flicks his tongue against the sensitive bud. Sending shivers all over your body, his fingertips squeeze into your flesh.

Steve pushes two fingers into your cunt, moving them in and out at an achingly slow pace, he sticks his tongue under your clit hood. Running the tip back and forth, before flicking upwards, he used his thumbs to keep your pussy lips spread. You feel a pressure building in your core, like an itch in your gut.

“Cum for my baby.. I want to taste you, my pretty girl,” he mumbles against your sweaty skin as sensations continue to build in my core demanding release. You tangle your fingers in his hair pulling him as close as you can.

He rubs the tip of his nose at the right angle into the sensitive bundle, hitting just the right spot. Your body shakes, you try to pull away as an itchy feeling of ecstasy takes over your brain, he presses his thumb onto your clit, rubbing circles. You moan loudly as the itch starts to become overwhelming but he won't let up, he keeps pushing and prodding until cum spills out of your pulsing hole.

He licks up every last bit of cum he can, he wipes his mouth with a proud expression painted on his face, leaving his fingers to keep playing with your pussy pushing the orgasm further. Steve sits you up and brushes your hair back with his clean hand, tucking the loose strands behind your ear.

“God, you’re so hot like this,” his voice is low and hoarse. Steve presses kisses on your collarbones, he pulls you into his lap.

“Steve..” you mumble against his chest, he lays back and pulls you against him.

“Yeah baby?” His hand reaches up to your head caressing your hair softly, “if you’re tired, then sleep” he whispers softly.

You press both hands against his lower stomach, lifting yourself off of him “not yet,” you move between his legs taking his hard dick in your hand, you peer up at him innocently as you wrap your lips around his tip. Steve moans while he wraps his fingers in your hair, pulling at the roots.

“Fuck, I’ve been dreaming about this forever.” he grunts as you start to lower yourself on his length, pushing it in as far as you can. His hips buck up into your mouth, “Darlin’ it won’t take much to get me off, you don’t have-” he cuts himself off as you begin bobbing your head up and down on his dick.

Much to his own dismay it took just a few minutes before he came, his eyebrows furrowed as his chest rises and falls rapidly. Steve grasps your arms gently and guides you onto him, he wraps his arms around you pulling you in for a hug. “Let’s sleep, Y/N”, he mumbles into your ear, closing his eyes.

You nod against him, your eyes begin to feel tired as the sound of his heart beat draws you to sleep.

[qwertyprophecy]

The Undefeated

Character Design of The Dark Queen of Mortholme, Pt. 1

The player character, the Queen, is defined by her status as the final boss. She's the ultimate authority, the most powerful being in her universe as dictated by the rules that created it. Her design needs to communicate how that's made her haughty, effortless, infinitely confident and immutably inflexible.

For the base design, since I'd decided on a darksoulsian aesthetic to evoke one of the most famous examples of the "hard boss fights" genre, it was pretty clear she was going to be wearing armour; which as a happy bonus helps convey rigidity. To further emphasise the tropes of the role the player steps in (and, honestly, just for me to have some fun designing and nightmares animating) that armour would be over-the-top edgy with ridiculous spikes, huge pauldrons and broody tatters, as classic evil fantasy ruler fashion dictates.

She had to, of course, be impossibly tall to tower over her opponent, and wield a stupidly enormous crushing weapon with ease. I really wanted to give her a flail for grand swings, but for the final version I had pity on my animator self complaining about the chain and turned it into a mace instead.

To portray how naturally she holds power and how little of it she needs to use it, and to make her feel royal, stiff and formal, I knew her body movements were going to be as minimal as possible. To add other sources of grandiose large motions, I gave her a cape—one of those weird fantasy butt capes that may be historically questionable but look terribly cool so it's justified—and long hair. I'd experimented with a feather from the helmet, but the exposed hair added a glimpse of humanity to balance out the rest of her impenetrably tough exterior.

A crown to depict rigid authority was a must, obviously, even before I named the game started calling her Queen. (Originally the characters were "Boss" and "Player" but that got increasingly confusing when I started writing notes about the human player.) I drew random helmet variants for a while before I picking the one that reminded me of a bridal veil. At that point the Queen and the Hero were already rapidly developing a lesbian romance, so what else would I pick.

After experimenting with some splashes of red, I was going to tone the colour scheme down to just black and passionless cold hues to contrast with the Hero. However in that version she had a problem with pose readability--when her arms crossed over her body, the black gauntlets disappeared into black armour. To make the position of her hands easier to distinguish, I dipped her fingers into the blood red, and was so pleased with the effect I added it to the spikes of her crown and weapon too. She can be stained by a bit of passion, as a treat.

[daquila]

HI! so I read your fic “I’m not coming home” (beautiful btw) and i wanted to suggest an alternate ending you can write if you want?? 🙈

the last paragraph really got me thinking like mm… what if the reader didn’t die? and it was just a close call? but to gojo it was too close and he’s like scarred and turns into this toxic, manipulative, paranoid lover that tries to keep u safe to the point it’s too much and it drives reader away. what if gojo’s desperation to keep reader safe and close to him is exactly what makes him lose them? what if no matter what he does, the story always ends with him losing reader?

ANYWAY IT JUST SOUNDS FUN TO ME HAVE FUN 🤪

OF COURSE I WILL 🤓

You almost died; Satoru now uses this as an excuse to be even more selfish than before, resulting in an argument between the both of you.

(mentions of a divorce, toxic relationships, mentions of satoru projecting on reader, mentions of shoko being reader’s no.1 bff, mention of past satosugu or like gojo’s past)

hehehehe not proof read ! wrote it while eating 🫠

Original story here: I’m Not Coming Home !

Selfish Desires || Toxic! Gojo x Near Death/Injured! Reader

Twice in my life I was mistaken for someone else.

After Suguru’s incident, Satoru grew distant. There was a barrier that physically and emotionally kept people away. It was impossible to break through it; however, as time went by, he became vulnerable around me. Of course, I was happy— we even slowly became a couple. I just kept a blind eye whenever he’d be so controlling about my personal life: keeping the password to my accounts, asking for my whereabouts, and hiring people to keep an eye on me. Sure, I was grateful for the strongest sorcerer’s protection. It’s just that he went too far this time.

Satoru was terrified of losing the people close to him. He’d practically keep me on a leash, only releasing me when I begged him to. The first brightest red flag came to me in the form of an arcade date. It was something that me, Satoru, Shoko, and Suguru would do every weekend. We had fun— up until he “accidentally” called me Sugu. It was his special nickname to the dark haired boy, and it felt like a burning knife to my throat.

The second time, however, was more heartbreaking. It was evident that I was a scapegoat rather than lover for his fantasies. Suguru was an amazing friend. He was the embodiment of perfection, someone who I would never be. I was jealous of how much time he and Satoru spent together in highschool. He was the imposter that took my place, stole my life, and buried me underground. I, too, was selfish for Satoru’s attention.

I woke up to the sound of Shoko screaming to someone. My vision was blurry, my limbs were heavy, and I couldn’t feel my legs. That special-grade curse really kicked my ass! I turned my head to face the two figures to my right: one was Shoko, wearing a lab coat; the other was Satoru, clearly distraught with what he witnessed.

“ Don’t you fucking DARE point all of the blame on me, Shoko! If it weren’t for me, then she would’ve died! “

“ Isn’t it your job in the first place to rescue her? She’s your wife! You can’t even be the strongest if you can’t protect Y/N, “ the doctor spat. Shoko’s eyes were bloodshot, and her tears couldn’t stop spilling. Their argument burned for a few more minutes. I’ve never seen Shoko cry so much before. Last time she cried was when Suguru died in the arms of— oh.

My heart sank when I saw Satoru rush back to me, shaking me as if I were pepper.

“ Y/N— you’re awake! Thank fucking god! I swore you could’ve died out there, “ the sorcerer pulled me in for a tight hug, peppering my face with wet kisses. He places an arm under my legs and shoulder, carrying me bridal-style.

Satoru blatantly ignored Shoko as he made his way out of the door. The walk down the corridor was silent, and the lights were awfully bright. He’s been muttering something for the past few minutes, but I couldn’t make out a single word.

The sound of the door creaking brought me back to life. He came in carrying extra pillows, bandages, and snacks. He sat on the bed, asked if I was alright, and gave me a quick peck on the lips.

“ Hey, I’m alright now— you don’t need to do this, “ his eyes quickly shot at me, eyebrows furrowing, he let out his anger.

“ You’re being so ungrateful, “ Satoru spat, grabbing my waist, and pressing down on my fresh wound. Despite my agony, he quickly shuts me down, stating that I’m being whiny. The sorcerer repeats a mantra about how he’d keep me safe, happy, and satisfied.

Shoko, of course, saw what Satoru was doing. She pushed the door away, dropped all of the extra bandages, and slapped the sorcerer. The fire reignites itself, but it ends soon as he slaps the doctor back. Shoko places a hand on her reddening cheek as the sorcerer opens his mouth.

“ I’m doing this for her— “

“ You’re doing this for yourself, Satoru, “ he stared at her, utterly dumbfounded. He thinks of Shoko as stupid, but he knows from the bottom of his heart that she wasn’t. She was right: he was selfish, and he’d never change. A bitter taste lingered in his throat as he stormed out of the room, leaving the two women behind. His heart tried protesting, suggesting that he should keep me in the palm of his hand— but it was all useless. He knew that nothing could fix his shattering marriage.

It would be better if he just left Y/N alone. Satoru knew that he was restraining her from happiness. Maybe in another life, where sorcery didn’t exist, he wouldn’t have been so stupid.

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Hello, hope you're doing well. I have a question that maybe you can answer? I was reading a medieval-fantasy, almost like asoiaf. In that the main character lives in the coldest part of the continent (like the north, in asoiaf). In one particular scene, the skirts of the dress is described as 'rainbow layering that swishes around her slippered feet.' What does that mean? I don't think it's layered skirts, because that wouldn't be very visible. If you could please help me picturise this dress. Thank you in advance!

Huh..... that's an interesting description. I'm not the best person to ask about certain Romantasy series fashions because... I've read too much about historical costuming and too many fantasy authors have only interacted with generic prom or runway ballgowns. If that's your jam, I love that for you, it just always gets a laugh out of me.

("The Knight drew closer to the mysterious and beautiful guest, his armor making him look as imposing as a mountain. Her white fur wrap and sweetheart sleeveless gown left so much of her collarbones exposed! The only positive to the overly pouffy silk skirt was that it hid her knives." All my brain can picture is... the photo cover from The Selection Series. Gotcha. That's not anachronistic at allllllll. A modern fashion trend can be called a "princess dress" and still not be appropriate fantasy dress wear.)

ANywAY... back on task.

'rainbow layering that swishes around her slippered feet.' I'm definitely picturing multiple layers of colored fabric. (Which makes me think of that mid 2010s bridal fashion trend with the rainbow tulle under the white dress). That's... hopefully? Not what they mean, but it would be funny. Mentioning her feet implies that the layers are all floor-length, but layered gowns don't have to be. If you know the year or decade the series is based on it will give you a better picture of what could fit the world. Most historical fashions are many-layered dresses, especially if it is generally cold where they live. This could be layers like a Kirtle and surcote (A decorative overdress), or layers like chemise (undergarment) and gown.

I don't think I was able to help very much, but if this sparks your imagination that's great! Personally unless the author really knows what they are talking about I'm imagining my own semi-historical fashion for all the characters anyway.

Happy reading!