#asra x fem! reader

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

hello I hope your having a good day! I was wondering if you could write for the arcana mane 6 comforting reader when she had a bad/stressful day? Js something fluffy and cute :3

Case of the Blues

|| main 6 x fem!reader

|| Warnings; reader feeling down, the main 6 comforting her, brief hints at sex but nothing actually said or overly hinted at

|| Summary; when the main 6 find reader, they comfort her to the best of their abilities. Each in their own styles.

Requests open!

Started; November 9th

Finished; November 9th

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Countess Nadia

She knows by now what all your tells are, it didn't take her long to figure out you were feeling down. Nadia would call for Portia, requesting your favourite comfort food to be made for dinner that evening. Then Nadia would call off anything she had to do for that day. Luckily, today there wasn't anything too major. Just small meetings with the court that Nadia could just reschedule anyways.

Getting you in her arms would be her top priority. Once Nadia had you in bed, she'd shower you in kisses. Asking what was wrong and if there was anything she could do for you. If you told her, Nadia would sit and listen. Providing advice should you ask. She always seemed to know just what to say, especially when it came to you.

If you decided on being silent with her, Nadia would never force you to speak to her. But she would feel a little hurt that you were shutting her out. Instead, she would focus on the physical comfort over emotional and mental. Giving you any kind of attention you wanted... yes, any. Nadia was yours just as much as you were hers; something she would never let you forget. Not that you had any complaints, though.

And it worked nearly every time, making you feel better than you had all day.

Count Lucio

Believe it or not, he does notice when his favourite magician is feeling down. Lucio doesn't always know what to do at first, asking some of the palace workers for advice until he settles on something he likes. And figured you would like too.

When he finds you, he scoops you up into his arms. Ignoring your protests at being carried, saying how he's "trying to be your hero! let me do my thing!" and eventually you calm down. Allowing him to carry you to the palace's luxury baths.

At the baths, he tells the servants there to leave the two of you be. Then disrobes you and himself before heading in, gesturing for you to follow him.

Once settled in his arms, he holds you close. Pampering you and kisses and asking how you're feeling. If you tell him, he does his best to listen. And if its a rant about someone in particular, Lucio hates that person along with you. "ugh I can't believe they did that!" "no way???" "nobody speaks to my mc like that and gets away with it". Honestly Lucio lives for the drama.

But if you choose not to tell him, much like Nadia he's happy just providing you with kisses.

Portia Devorak

Just like you, Portia's pretty exhausted after her day in the palace. But when she comes home to find you looking rather down, almost subconsciously petting Pepi in your lap... she knows what she's gotta do. Portia's the type to worry about herself last; if at all. So you know this girl is doing everything she can for you.

Making you a calming tea, your favourite snacks, then cuddling up with you and Pepi. Listening as you rant to her. Much like Lucio, if the rant is about a particular person... Portia is your number one defender. You may need to hold her back from marching out of the cottage and finding whoever it was that wronged you herself. How dare someone make her favourite girl in the world sad? She'd handle it, if you let her.

Julian Devorak

Oh boy. When he found you feeling down, he was all over you with concern. First Julian made sure to cross off any illness possibilities; checking your forehead, etc. When he was satisfied that you were alright in that sense, he'd run off to get you water and a snack. Just to be extra sure about your health and all. And when he'd return, Julian would sit and listen as you talked to him about your day.

He would feel bad for you, wishing that whatever had you feeling down was happening to him instead. Despite Nazali's warnings at not being so self sacrificing. Julian loved you, he couldn't help it. He hated seeing those he cared about in any kind of pain he couldn't fix.

But Julian would damn well do anything he could to try and fix it. Giving you whatever kind of comfort you needed. Cuddles? Stories? Kisses? Laughter? You name it, you got it. Even if he may have to pull a few strings.

Asra

Asra's known you for ages, after all he taught you to be human again. So of course he would immediately recognize that look in your eyes. He'd ask you what was wrong, bringing you upstairs to talk about it as Faust came and joined you. Lounging in the space between the two of you.

You would talk to Asra; there was little you felt you couldn't admit to him. It had always been easy having conversations with the magician. He'd listen, letting you get everything out before offering comfort and especially advice. Even offering to do a tarot reading for you, should the situation require another set of eyes and advice.

You'd listen to everything he had to say, taking in his words like a fresh breeze on a rough day. Finding it was exactly what you needed to hear. As it often was. He'd then give your hand a squeeze and lips a kiss, before making your favourite meal for dinner. Comforting you was something he had become skilled in doing over the years. After all, you were his mc.

Muriel

Muriel would return to his hut to find you cuddled up with Inanna. He could tell you weren't quite yourself. He'd give you the time you needed, knowing that sometimes people just need to be left alone until they're ready. And by the time you were, he was making dinner for the two of you as he felt your arms try to wrap around his back. Muriel would look to you, bringing you in a little closer. Placing a soft kiss to your forehead.

He wouldn't ask what was wrong right away. Waiting to see if you would start the conversation. If you did, he would listen. Occasionally nodding to show you he was paying attention as he made dinner. But if you didn't talk first, he would feel a little flustered as he'd awkwardly stutter out the question. Asking you how you were feeling.

Should you decide to say nothing about it to him, Muriel would respect that. Being a man of so few words himself he hardly minded. But he would be bothered about whatever seemed to have you so down. Wondering if it was something he had done or someone else. As long as you assure him it wasn't his fault, he'd be okay.

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Notes; not used to writing for Portia, Julian, Asra or Muriel. So I hope you all found them to be decently accurate 🙏

[asraxfile]

Could you please do 18,28 and 40 with Miyeon where she gives the reader her notes? 🫶

Distraction

sypnosis Miyeon scolding you for not paying attention to class but still gives you her notes genre fluff warnings established relationship scenario no. 18 the one giving the other their notes cause they didn't follow the lesson dialogues no. 28 "What's on your mind?" "You." and no. 40 "Stop looking at me and follow the lesson." "I like this lesson better." word count 0.5k

A/n: this was so cutee to make, ty for requestingg !! Enjoy readingg^^

It was the middle of the school day and the air was fresh. The sun was shining but it was still a little cold because of the morning shift. Lunch had passed just 10 minutes ago yet you just couldn’t concentrate on the boring history lesson your teacher was babbling about. Especially when your pretty cute classmate, who’s also your lover, was sitting right next to you.

Miyeon holds the title of the beauty of the school, but she was still kind of a nerd. Despite having a huge reputation, she still wanted to do good in her studies. As you laid your head on the desk, you turned your head towards Miyeon’s direction. Despite your vision being horizontal, you could not stop taking glances at her. For you, this view was much better than taking notes of the lesson. Soon after, Miyeon lowered her head but still held her concentrated gaze on the blackboard and softly whispered.

“Stop looking at me and follow the lesson.” Her voice was so calm yet she still sounded like she was scolding you. Then, swiftly she raises her head and continues to write in her notebook. You blink two or three times at what she just said as a slight smirk creeped on your lips. “I like this lesson better.” Miyeon stops in her trance and eyes you, her expression was awkward but you couldn’t not notice the small blush on her soft cheeks at your words.

As the class dragged on, you found it harder and harder to focus, your mind drifting back to Miyeon. Just when you thought you couldn’t handle the boredom anymore, the bell rang, signaling the end of the period. Students started packing their bags, and the teacher reminded everyone about the homework assignment due tomorrow. You sighed, not looking forward to the homework. Until then, you felt a gentle tap on your shoulder. You turned to see Miyeon holding out her notebook to you, her eyes sparkling with kindness.

“Here, take my notes,” she spoke softly. “I know you weren’t paying attention.” Your eyes widened in surprise. “O-oh Are you sure?” I take the notebook “Thank you.” She nodded, her cheeks still slightly pink. “Yes, just make sure you actually look at them. I don’t want you to fall behind.” She smiled, her smile was a beautiful, genuine smile that made your heart skip a beat. “Just promise me you’ll try to focus next time.” she teased, poking your arm lightly.

As you walked out of the classroom together, Miyeon glanced at you, her expression curious. “What’s on your mind? You seemed distracted today.” she asked. You looked at her, feeling the warmth of her presence next to you. “You,” you admitted softly. Miyeon’s blush deepened, and she laughed lightly. “You’re impossible.” she said, shaking her head, but her smile was brighter than ever. You chuckled, feeling a warm rush of affection for her.

“I promise I’ll try to be focused. But only if you sit next to me in the next class too.” Miyeon rolled her eyes playfully but didn’t argue. Instead, she nods at your words. As the two of you walk to your next class, you feel lucky to have someone like her. Even when you were distracted, she still had your back to make you catch up with the lessons and make those boeing classes bearable.

[daenyzz]

The Star of Their Lives

Summary — Through the challenges, Asra and Cassie's love grows stronger and stronger, until from this love a child is born. Although unexpected, the baby will certainly be equally loved, as if it were planned.

Warning — Lightly described birth, but other than that, just lots of cuteness.

Pairing — Asra Alnazar x Fem!Oc named Cassiopeia, but you can change the name.

Word Count — 1.072

In a city shrouded in mystery and enchantment, where magic danced like the wind among the trees, Asra and Cassiopeia Alnazar, also affectionately called Cassie, found a love that defied time and adversity. Cassie was a powerful magician, with skills that dazzled even the most experienced. Her pale blond hair fell in soft waves down to her shoulders, and her pale purple eyes shone with the same intensity as the stars. Asra, with her undeniable charm and exceptional magical abilities, was the tarot wizard who knew the secrets of the future.

The couple's life was full of adventures and challenges, but there was a new journey about to begin: Cassie had discovered she was pregnant. The revelation came on a sunny day, when she looked in the mirror and noticed something different about herself. Magic pulsed inside her, and the connection with the child was undeniable. It was a moment of joy and surprise that quickly turned into a sea of emotions.

“Cassie!” Asra exclaimed as she entered the room. He noticed his beloved's expression and immediately felt that something important was about to be revealed. "What happened?"

Cassie smiled shyly, her heart beating fast. “I… I’m pregnant, Asra.” The words came out as a sweet whisper, but echoed in his mind like thunder.

Asra’s eyes lit up with a mixture of surprise and happiness. He approached her, wrapping his arms around her. “This is wonderful! We’re about to have a little wizard or witch in our lives!” His cheerful tone made Cassie laugh.

The pregnancy brought changes to both of them. In the following months, Cassie began to feel the first movements of the child inside her. Each kick was like a reminder of the new life born of their love. Asra was always by her side, caring for her with tenderness and attention.

“You need to rest,” he would often say, as he prepared potions to ease any discomfort she might feel. “And I’ll make sure you have everything you need.”

Cassie admits that she was amused by Asra’s exaggerated attempts to protect her. He would organize romantic dinners and prepare relaxing baths with magical herbs. In the midst of it all, they would cuddle together and talk about the child’s future and what their first moments together as a family would be like.

As the months passed, they began to plan the baby’s room. Cassie wanted it to be a magical space, filled with light and soft colors. Together, they chose every detail: the walls were adorned with sparkling stars handmade by Asra; enchanted furniture that changed shape according to the child’s mood was created by Cassie.

Finally, the day of the birth arrived. The night was calm when Cassie began to feel contractions. Asra was at her side, holding her hand steady as she breathed deeply.

“You look amazing,” he said softly, looking into her eyes with unconditional love.

“I just want to see our little one,” Cassie replied between contractions.

After hours of hard, magical labor, the baby’s cries echoed through the room. She was a beautiful girl with silvery-white hair and bright, mismatched eyes that were her father’s deep purple and her mother’s pale violet—a true combination of two magical parents. They decided to name their daughter Lyra, Lyra Alnazar.

The first few months after Lyra’s birth were filled with challenges and unexpected joys. Cassie was learning to balance her powerful magic with the new responsibilities of motherhood. Asra was always there to support her.

“You can use your magic to soothe her,” Asra suggested one night as they tried to get Lyra to sleep.

Cassie hesitated for a moment before nodding. She reached out gently over the crib and whispered soft, magical words that enveloped Lyra in a soothing aura. The child immediately relaxed and soon fell asleep.

“You were amazing,” Asra murmured in awe as his golden arms wrapped around Cassie’s waist from behind.

“It’s hard to believe we’re responsible for this little one,” Cassie said, leaning her head back against Asra’s shoulder as they watched Lyra sleep peacefully. Much to her parents’ dismay, time passed quickly; Lyra grew up healthy and full of energy. Her curiosity was contagious, as was her smile, which was illuminated by the magic of childhood. At six months old, she was already showing signs of the magical abilities she had inherited from her parents—little beams of light danced around her when she was happy and excited.

Asra and Cassie often took Lyra to explore the magical gardens surrounding their home. They taught their daughter about enchanted plants and mystical creatures; each outing was a new adventure filled with learning and laughter.

A special day arrived when Lyra turned one year old. The party was magical—close friends were there to celebrate this new phase in their life as a family.

Cassie baked enchanted cakes that floated in the air while Asra organized magical games for the invited children. Lyra’s soft, joyful laughter filled the room as she played with her friends beneath the twinkling lights of Asra’s handmade lanterns.

At the end of the party, as everyone gathered to sing happy birthday to Lyra, Asra held Cassie’s hand and whispered, “Look how happy she is.”

Cassie smiled broadly as she watched her daughter surrounded by the love and joy of their friends. “Yes,” she replied softly, “and this is just the beginning.”

Life continued to flow smoothly for them; each day was a new opportunity to learn together as a magical family. Challenges arose—sleepless nights or moments when Lyra used her magical abilities unintentionally—but they were always overcome by the deep love they shared.

As the years passed, Cassiopeia would become not only a devoted mother but also a powerful mentor to her growing magical daughter. She taught Lyra about magical responsibility while Asra shared her experiences of facing the challenges of fate.

A year after little Lyra’s birth, as they watched the stars shine brightly in the night sky through her bedroom window, Cassie felt grateful for every moment spent with the family they had built together.

“I couldn’t imagine a better future,” she said, looking into Asra’s eyes.

He smiled softly, “And this is just the beginning of our adventures.”

With that in mind, they kissed under the soft light of the stars—three hearts beating together in perfect harmony within the vast magical universe they had created together.

[impashableimagines]

Im in need of asra smut, please quench my thirst. (Asra x The Apprentice) 💆🏻🙇🏻‍♀️🙏🏻 thank you. God bless you 😩😂😂

Hope this sates your need (even though it's like 2 years too late)! I'm writing for a Fem!MC bc it was not otherwise specified:

Asra's first instinct after bringing MC in as their apprentice is to be friendly. Just, friendly.

But as they get to know her, that becomes so much more difficult than they thought it would be.

She's just too charming, too soft, too inviting.

So when she accidentally-on-purpose implies that she'd like to bed Asra in the form of a casual, off-handed comment, they decide it's time to stop holding back with their flirting.

What used to be friendly chatter slowly transforms into flirty banter and soft touches, sensual massages, and gentle kisses to your cheek.

It all progresses very slowly, cautiously, because they don't want to push her boundaries before she's ready, despite her all but having verbally consented.

So unless she pushes for more, it will take a while before they get anywhere sexually. Asra's too much of a gentleperson to introduce the idea, even if they're both interested.

So, with that in mind, she's the one to initiate the first time.

She meets Asra for dinner at home after a day of dealing with local merchants, and after being flirted at forwardly by seemingly everyone, that is, except the one person she actually wants to be forward with her, she's frustrated.

She grabs them by the collar of their shirt and pulls them into her, her lips pressed firmly against theirs. They'll melt into her advances instantly, surging into the kiss more deeply and instinctively grasping at her hips to hold her as close as possible.

As previously mentioned, she's got to guide Asra here, as they don't want to risk overstepping her comfort zone, but if she acts enthusiastically, they will too.

As soon as she expresses enthusiastic consent, expect Asra to worship her. On their knees, enthusiastically, face buried into her cunt and arms wrapped around her, hands grasping at her hips to hold her steady as they eat her out.

Asra feels entirely like a service-switch, basically melding into whatever role suits the mood of the moment.

The first time they fuck, Asra makes sure to thoroughly prep MC and tease her, getting her off with their mouth and fingers more than once, sinful moans and words of praise falling from their lips whenever they come up for air.

"You taste so sweet, my love, I could feast on you all night." They'd murmur against her skin as they suck her slick from their fingertips. "How does that sound?"

They'll build up her frustrations so sweetly, making her come again and again on their fingers and lips until she's growling and practically pouncing them for more.

She'll push them onto the bed and climb onto their lap, grinding against their hardened member until they're whining, arching their hips up to meet hers in desperation.

Both of them are desperate for more contact, but she'll drag it out in a playful act of vengeance for their prior teasing. The more buildup, the more anticipation, the better the act will be, she knows.

Finally, she unbuttons the desperate magician's pants, freeing their cock, and she slips her panties to the side to sink down onto it with pleasure, drawing the most perfect groans from Asra's lips.

As much as MC would love her full vengeance, she decides against it in favor of riding them to her (and their) conclusion, and continuing to bounce on their cock until she can hardly move anymore, dragging as much pleasure and overstimulation out of Asra as they did from her.

[pvrkacciosan]

Teeth and Tongues

Summary: After a confrontation with the cadet that landed you in the infirmary weeks ago, her word igniting an anger in you, you prove to yourself the weight of your relationship with Bodhi with more than just words.

Pairing: Bodhi Duran x Marked Fem! Reader

Word count: 3.5k

Warnings: 18+ , !NSFW!, explicit smut scenes, swearing, oral male and female receiving, Unedited part.

A.n: All plot ends here. Hope this makes up for the long wait between these parts. With a sappy ending.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 (Final Part)

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Cassandra continued to stare down at you along the bulbous ridge of her nose, her eyes narrowing to a sharp glare.

"Watch where you're going, marked-" her mouth fell open to finish her sentence, until she glanced around at the tables of cadets that had silence their own conversations to listen in on their interaction, All well aware of the fight between the two of you that landed you in the infirmary.

"It really must be uncomfortable for you to have such a self righteous stick up your arse Cassandra." Keeping your words soft and expression even softer as Cassandra turns back, you watched as her expression turned sour to glare at you once more, ignoring the attention of the other cadets.

"At least I don't have to lower my self worth to fuck in a storage closet." You stilled, Cassandra pouted in mock thought, "Or are you that ashamed of sweet Bodhi you won't allow him to show his affections publicly." At the insinuation you couldn't help the rising anger, the liquid fire of the blood in your veins, the unbridled anger as she pouts with mockery

She leaned an inch closer, "I will admit, I certainly would let him do wonders to me, I'm sure I could treat him way better" Cassandra tilted her head closer to keep her voice hushed, "It's a shame he is also damned with the rest of you marked bastards."

As she leaned back, a laugh brushing through her parting lips all your rising anger threw itself at your resolve, she darted her eyes to Bodhi across the hall, "Perhaps I might just see if I can pleasure him better then you, seeing as he only cares enough to fuck you in closets." As Cassandra walked back, triumphantly smiling to herself, Your resolve finally snapped, the tensioned wire of you anger taking full control.

It only took one calculated fast swing to down her, perhaps she hadn't been expecting you to react in the hall full of witnesses but you couldn't give two flying fucks, The crack of your fist against the side of her face was the greatest satisfaction in that moment.

Even as Asra roared in delight through your bond. Triumph thumping from her end. Pride.

Lunging to follow Cassandra's form as it crumpled to the floor of the cadet filled hall, you pinned her beneath you with a knee to her sternum and swung again, and again as the commotion resounded through the hall, drawing all eyes in the direction to the fight, Cadets standing from their tables to watch the scene unfold. Wing leaders jumping to attention as squads leaders ran from every corner of the hall, to break up the fight.

"Y/N!" You register Bodhi yelling, but continued to only see red and your fist yet again collided with Cassandra's cheek as two pairs of hands grab for you,

You fight against them, jerking a shoulder forward to throw a final punch, when that doesn't work you kick out, it lands into her stomach, a whoosh of air exploding from Cassandra.

"Y/n" Bodhi is closer now, the warmth of his breath against the shell of your ear, as he continues to pull you back, Xaden positioning himself between you and Cassandra.

Bodhi tightens his arms around your waist, lifting you further back.

"Crazy bitch" Cassandra spat blood onto the ground of the hall as she rose,

You try to lunge from Bodhi's grip, he holds firm, "Y/n" he tried to keep his voice soft, "My love" the name struck something inside you, turning in his arms, you can't ignore how delicately he says it, the way he watches you with such pride and admiration and a hint of desire, the heat of it in his stare is almost overwhelming, it warms you core reigniting the need for him in one second.

There is a soft huff of amusement from Cassandra, turning to meet her with a glare you notice the way she looks Bodhi up and down, noting his hands still encircled around your waist.

It's the only prompt you need, Turning back around in his grip, you clasp the side of his jaw and lean in quickly, thankful he doesn't shy away as you kiss him fully.

His fist balls the fabric of your flight jacket, tugging you impossibly closer as he deepens the kiss. Tilting your head, Bodhi matches the movement with ease, until someone behind you clears their throat.

Breaking away, Garrick gives you both a pointed look as he turns to glare at any cadet who contemplated making a comment at the public display.

"Bodhi, get her out of here." Xaden commands from your other side, as Cassandra jumps up, spying the blood trickling from her nose and bruising already beginning to bloom across the swelling ball of her cheek you can't help but smirk in ascendancy.

"She started it! She attacked me, She needs to be punished" Cassandra cried out, glancing around and pathetically taking hold of her bruising face,

"And she will." His voice racks your neck,

Even as Cassandra continued to be a distraction you can't ignore the way Bodhi's hand tighten against you waist, perhaps in promise of said punishment, The notion makes your stomach twist in anticipation. Reaching back to clasp one of his hands. He takes it gently into his own,

"Bodhi." Xaden outright ignores Cassandra's pleads, twisting his attention to his cousin, Taking the que Bodhi tugs you with his hold on your hand. Pushing you to walk in front of him, leading out the hall.

Once out of the view, you pull your hand from his and begin walking faster through hallways,

"Y/n" Bodhi begins to hurry after you, concern laced in his tone. When you didn't respond, he continued to follow without question, noting the passages you took, Bodhi simply allows you to lead him to his own room.

You swung the door open, waltzing through the wards of his room with ease, the warmth coating your skin as you passed the threshold. As soon as Bodhi followed over you pivoted, barely giving him enough time to swing the door shut.

He held your gaze intently as you approached, he hands rising to embrace your sides, a grip slipping around your back, the edge of a finger brushing the smalls of your back as he teased the edge of your flight jacket up across the expanse of your bare skin still yearning for his touch since leaving the supply closet..

Leaning with the encouragement of his hold, you press forwards, and Bodhi allows himself to be pushed back into his door, watching you with hooded eyes, that hazed with desire as he smirked,

"Looks like my training has done you well." Bodhi doesn't even try to hide his amusement,

"You think?" You muse, titling you head back to maintain the heat of his attention. He tugs you sharply by his hold on your waist, closing the space between you, the bone of his pelvis hitting the edges of your own. The friction of your body against his growing erection has Bodhi bristling, his nostrils flaring wide.

He releases one hand to reach for you jaw, a finger uncurling to caress the line of the bone, "I would say so. Though I much prefer watching you beat the shit out of someone that isn't me"

He leans closer, his thumb lifting your head, tilting his own so his lips a line to the rim of your own until you felt the heat of his breath, "I'm sure you'd love to watch me do other things to you."

His eyes widen a fraction as they darken, sharply inhaling you rise up and kiss him, snaking a hand up his arm. Allowing it to rest at the back of his neck to support and control.

Bodhi was first to escalate further, quickly drawing his kisses along your jaw and down the column of your throat, allowing you to arch into his chest, his hold on your back molding you to his centre of gravity.

His teeth grate against the pulse there, jackhammering your heart harder, faster, as small pants escape you.

Rising your hands, between you and undoing the top of your flight leathers you loosen them before latching you fixation on releasing Bodhi from his own. Finger shaking as he bites the skin covering your collar bone,

"Bodhi-"

His hand clenches at your lower back at the sound of his name falling from your strangled moan, He begins to walk you both back, towards his bed, unmade covers sprawled in every direction, you stumbled on one underfoot as you move blindly backwards, Bodhi wraps his full arm around you now, hoisting you up to prevent you both from falling. Lowering you to the bed now, he begins to unbuckle the top of the leathers straining around the growing bulge,

Freeing his erection, a sound escapes him at the accidental friction as you crawl closer, reaching the end of the bed.

You stretch for him, Bodhi grabs your wrist gently halting before you touch him.

His brow knits together, "What are you.."

"Let me," You ease his hand from off your wrist and push up off the mattress, standing to push him to sit on your previous position on the edge of his bed,

Bodhi watched you slowly slip the remainder of your clothing from your body, its dropped around our ankles, stepping out you kick away the leathers.

Taking half a step you position yourself to stand between his knees, Bodhi watches as you raise a hand, running it along his jaw and curling around the back of his head, gripping a fistful of hair to lean his head back.

Kissing once more you lower until you other hand can slip to cup him gentle. Bodhi retract from your mouth, eyes squeezing shut as he shakily nods to you for permission,

Lowering to kneel at the end of the bed, you kiss down his torso, hand smoothing down the sides of his cock which stiffens further under your touch. Thumb rubbing along the pulsing vein and smoothing over the angry red tip, the bead of liquid warming your touch.

Bodhi's chest rises and falls deeply under you mouth, each kiss igniting a fiery trail that traced lower and lower, exhaling harshly to control his impulse to move into your touch. Lowering to press sloppy kisses to his hips, You drawn lines with your lips, a dot to dot across his v-line.

"My love, your teasing is torture." His words are strained through gritted teeth as the muscles in his legs tense under the soft touch, Bodhi tenses as you cup his balls, so tight he flinches from sheer sensitivity to the soft touches. Cupping them a little more forcefully Bodhi goes to fall back onto the mattress.

You dig your nails into his thigh above his knee, to grapple his attention to you kneeling for him, "I want you to watch me. Crumble for me as you almost did when I kicked Cassandra's ass. "

His hips twitch up as you wrap a hand around his cock, and he struggles to keep his head up. Bracing his forearms along the bed behind him for support, Bodhi offers a shaky nod, Watching carefully as you lower yourself to him.

Unable to stop thinking about Cassandra's words, Like fuck would she ever get the satisfaction of pleasuring Bodhi. You would be better then her in every way.

Flat tongue flicking out to glide down the underside of his cock, You felt Bodhi tension, thighs shaking beside you as you begin to glide along the ridge of the vein, following it like a mapped trail to the base of his cock, sinking down to situate him fully, tip grazing the back of your throat.

Your eyes brimmed with tears, but pulling back you plunged him back in with more ease this time. Cheek hollowing as your tongue flatted against him.

A free hand dragging across the muscle of his thigh until it cups his balls, squeezing lightly, Soft sounds are filling the room as he struggles to keep himself from falling back on the mattress.

The heat of his attention on you, Bodhi's chest rising and falling rapidly as he watched you glide up and down his cock, Fixating on the point which his length disappears from view inside your mouth, the sight is near dizzying as the tension draws like a tight string right through him.

"Y/n" Bodhi choked on your name as you drag your teeth down his length nose brushing his pubic bone, feeling his length twitch in your mouth, He tried to shift, but you held firm against his thighs, until you felt the warmth of him releasing into your throat, Swallowing as much as you can swallowing around the length of him, you finally slip him out from the seal of you mouth, licking the residue from off the tip of his cock, smiling triumphantly as Bodhi finally collapsed back, sweat was gleaming across his sternum, Chest panting rapidly to draw breath.

Easy up from the ground and wiping the trail of evidence from your chin, you meet Bodhi's gaze, its heated and darkness swirls there as he watches your thumb, tracking its movement as it drags to your mouth as you sucked the substance from the pad of your finger.

He shifts onto his arm, pushing up. The muscles of his torso flexing with the calculated movements, Bodhi rights himself up, reaching to clasp your thigh, His palm flattens on your hamstring, tugging behind your knee until your forced to crawl onto the edge of the bed. Blankets padding beneath you,

His hands, tighten and grabs carefully pulling your body to his, Angling his head back so his mouth levels with the round curve of your breasts,

He grates kissed along the bone in your sternum, trailing slowly, his grip pulling you into his mouth.

You can hardly think as he takes a nipple into his mouth, the edge of his teeth catching the sensitive flesh, You gasp rocking forward into him, the flick of his tongue swirling around -

Wrapping a hand behind his neck, you tuck, a scratch, looking for grip as he centred to suck and pull at your nipple. Each tug shooting fire into your belly, deep and rumbling from need.

A pulse building, aching for touch,

Bodhi is smirking as he tilts back, relaxing into the blankets and pillows at the top of the bed, His fingers dig into the hot skin of your waist, a single tug, urging you to follow,

He has eased all the way down onto his back, eye sweeping across every mile of your body that was turning pliant under his touch,

"Sit." His command is followed by another gentle tug, pulling you further up his body, Across that toned torso and higher, "Sit" He urges, both hands now surrounding your thighs and pulling your weight down to his face.

"Bodhi-" You tried to hide the apprehension in your voice, despite the tightening in your stomach, the anticipation making the muscles in your legs shakes as your hover, exposed inches above his face.

He strokes a reassuring circle down your leg, thumb curving around the bone of your knee, "This is one seat that is only made for you, my love"

Lowering down, thighs burning you melt the second his tongue penetrates up into you, A groan vibrating from under, strong and sure Bodhi gets to work.

You can't help the strangled cry, falling forwards to brace against the headboard, "Bodhi" A warning and a prayer.

The power of his name on your lips drives his tongue up into your deeper, building a rhymical pulse in your core with each thrust up. His thumb continuing to delicately stroke your thigh reassuringly.

With each purposeful lap of his tongue, mouth suctioning to your core, You relax rocking your hips in rhythm with each flick, weighing down to chase every dart of his tongue.

Your arms shake as you grip tighter to support, arching to stay stable enough the edges of everything in the room around you blurring, insignificant in every way.

A broad stroke of his tongue, lapping across the clit had you unravelling, completely coming undone over his face.

You could drown in the pleasure as it pulsed in heating waves through you. Every inch intoxicating you movements, it was a struggle to lift yourself on shaking legs, knees holding you up as Bodhi emerged from under you,

He swallows hard, wide eyes meeting your own, His skin was flushed and chest rose and fell quickly. He wraps an arm around you, and you allowed yourself to be flipped onto you back, unable to fight against the manoeuvre, body too dazed to listen to your command.

Reaching up a hand to drag across his chest, the thump of his heart was hammering under your palm,

Bodhi had lowered himself, cocks poised ready at your entrance, hard once more, rigid and posed for action, "Let me fulfill my promise from this morning," his hand falls to guide himself into you,

The stretch is pleasant, the length of him caused you to clench around his cock,

Bodhi groaned, head falling to rest his forehead on your shoulder, his own shaking, the muscles rippling with anticipation.

"Move, " you whisper, a hand ghosting around to rest in his hair, to hold him close. He nods softly, into the crook of your neck hot breath fanning the skin.

His first thrust made you dizzy, it was fast and hard, and the glide out had you whimpering, his hands traced your ribs, knuckles grazing the bones.

He moves again, angling deeper this time, The lines of his cock hitting a spot that had you seeing stars, spinning the edges of the room.

His hips snap to yours, a motion you began to match until his teeth skim your shoulder mouth latching to suck the pliant skin.

Through the haze of your vision you turn to see the sight of his cock plunging into you, the sensation of him dragging out the pleasure inside you was intoxicating, driving himself up hard and faster.

The cardio of being a dragon rider and the associated training really paid off then, Bodhi didn't seem to tire easily, waring you down, your moans spurring him on,

His hand slides down low as his thumb seeks the bundle of nerves, a spark of electricity igniting in your bones as he pressed into it, long a slow circles involuntarily cause you to wither under him.

"Don't stop" you beg as he shifts deeper, cock thrumming in again and again, with the same intensity as his tongue and it was overwhelming, his teeth biting into your shoulder, as you clench.

The muscles in the pit of your stomach spasm, tightening as he slammed into you, Bodhi only emits a small sound, deep in his throat, the only indication he had heard your plea.

His own resolves was growing thin, his cock twitching within you, but Bodhi was tense holding out for you to reach your own climax before he gave way to his own,

A hand slide across your sternum, a hand coming to encircle your nipples, the stimulation of his fingers pinching-tugging.

It threw you into the pounding wall of your pleasure, it tumbled through you, an avalanche of fire pooling low in your gut, the tether coming loose in one quick release.

Clenching down hard around his cock, Bodhi shivered, arm bracing to keep his weight off you as his own release had him pulling out of you, flooding the surface of you stomach as he completely came undone.

The room was silence beyond the sound of you combined breathing, gulping down the oxygen in the shared space between you as the high rocked through you,

Bodhi lifted his head from beside your neck, a startled look in his eyes, a realisation as he savoured the sight of you laying under him, still pulsing with the pressure of his release, cock already tightening for another round at the sight of you there, for him, so willing and ready.

"I think I love you" his words are almost too quiet to hear, his presence filled your entire attention,

"That's your cock speaking" You joke. your words, were taught even if the notion of his affection had something twisting in your chest.

Bodhi smiles softly, more to himself then to your stubbornness, "No, That day when Xaden got you admitted to the infirmary, I realised- "

He pauses, grappling with his words, head still dizzy from his release, "I am only made for one women, this amazing women, who is strong willed, stubborn and my greatest friend. Who I can't imagine my life without, It took me seeing you hurt to realise, I don't want anyone else."

You freeze, all thoughts stilling as Bodhi carefully untangles his arm, and lifts it to gently cradle the side of your face, "The life of a rider is treacherous and sometimes short," His thumb strokes your cheek, still warm,

"And I want to spend that time, however short it may be, with you."

You spurred up, kissing him fully, his hand dragging around to cradle the back of your head, pulling you up as you straddles his lap, hand reaching for his hardened cock.

Whatever time was destined for you both to share, you knew exactly how you wanted to spend it.

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Tagged: @paintedbyshadows @wildflowermooon @kksbookstuff @slaymestark @idkimjusthere100

I thank everyone for their patience and hope this part doesn't disappoint.

[gauloiseblue]

Gauloiseblue's Bookmarks

A/N: Since there's no bookmark system like they had in AO3, I decide to make one on this site. Will update the list from time to time.

COD

Price

[The True Me] by @i-am-hungry-24-7 Useless by @syoddeye Lazy Saturday Mornings by @clementine-thedestroyer Price and Beauty Mark by @ohmygraves Growing older with john price. by @obsessivelullabies Growing older with john price; smut. by @obsessivelullabies Ex-husband price, but the “ex” lays on significantly blurred lines now. by @captainfern Ex Husband!Price by @moongreenlight (A/N: you have NO idea what this fic had done to me) The boys all collectively realize that you are the captain’s favourite by @dante-mightdie weird HC by @theycalledhimastar

Gaz

lavender skies by @yeyinde (A/N: Gaz girlie, please read this I'm begging-) I may love Kyle, but I can totally admit when he acts like a total weirdo (he doesn’t, he’s perfect). by @theycalledhimastar

König

Ex-Lover Konig with runaway reader by @diejager Dog Hybrid König by @comfortless Hades!Konig and Persephone!reader by @comfortless Aroura Borealis by @clementine-thedestroyer Underground Fighter!König X Rich!Reader by @melancholic-thing

Soap

Rugby player soap fucks you after a win by @vanderilnde Pushy ass cbf!johnny and benefit pay by @shotmrmiller Valentine Days with Soap by @killerpancakeburger cbf!johnny as the dog he is by @ghouljams

Ghost

soulmate au with ghost but it's the fucking opposite of rainbows and sunshine by @bi-writes

Poly/HC

Fancy (Vampire! Poly! 141 x Plus size! Fem! Reader) by @swordsandholly 141 80’s Arcade AU by @clementine-thedestroyer TF141 and "can I try your drink?" By @syoddeye (A/N: don't @ me) 141 when they need attention by @void-my-warranty TF141 when you gave him hickey when you're drunk by @gloomwitchwrites

The Arcana

Asra's Love by @bahrtofane Teen Asra and puppy love headcanons by @smoke-and-silver Trip adventures with Asra by @smoke-and-silver Arcana and Weddings (fanarts) by @bastart13

Random/Miscellaneous

A/N: I put all of the Ghost Band stuff here bc I'm not officially into the fandom, but they're so irresistible to read hnggg

THEN // if (then) FINAL PART (Ghoap Comic) Roach's puppy eyes Korangi pt. 1 Korangi pt .2 Korangi (sus) pt. 3 Korangi (even more sus) pt. 4 Ghoap food pt. 1 👍👍 Self-care (Ghoap short comic) Capt Price having a cheeky wank (audio) Barry Sloane thirst trap (maybe) Bare chested Barry- Barry ugly ass poems (i'm horny) Barry Sloane seducing clip ASMR Barry talking ASMR Barry (Price) pt. 2 The band Ghost wildin' Ghost band shenanigan: part 1 The Ghouls + Rut Season (HC) Swiss meets red velvet ‘you’ve got to press it on you.’ (Ghost Band HC) Nameless Ghoul NSFW headcanons Swiss relationship and NSFW headcanons .... yeah I'm normal I swear St. Vincent *heart eyes* Miyazaki's Retirement Declarations (chronologically) Hayao Miyazaki's "Inspirational" Quotes The Hand

Web Weave | Poetry

not romantic not platonic but a secret third thing [what would happen between earth and the moon if the earth stopped spinning as illustrated by xkcd randall munroe] - Lyudmilla Ignatenko, the wife of deceased firefighter Vasily Ignatenko, Voices from Chernobyl, by Svetlana Alexeivich (transl. Keith Gessen) Robin Wood, “Psychoanalysis of Psycho” | Stoker (2013) dir. Park Chan-wook Stoker (2013) dir. Park Chan-wook and "The Lady of the House of Love" by Angela Carter This Is Me (Stoker 2013) Rice Paddies Home (What Is Home?) Whenever I see you, I remember AM I MAKING YOU FEEL SICK? // DEVOTION THAT EATS YOU ALIVE

[th3fam1lyd1ssap01ntm3nt]

I’m now writing fanfics-

Uhh… yeah-

Some genres:

- Fluff

- Angst- (probs my best genre to write in I could get into some deep, depressing ass shite)

- Smut- (I’ll try, I’ve never been amazing at it, would most likely be little short and sweet slivers of smut)

THINGS I WILL NOT WRITE!!

- ANYTHIN P3DO

- ANYTHIN NON-CON

- ANYTHIN SUPER NONREALISTIC TO CANNON STORYLINE, CHARACTER PERSONALITY, ETC.. (UNLESS ITS AN AU OR SOMETHING IF SO, TELL ME)

- ANYTHIN R@C!ST, HOMOPHOBIC, TRANSPHOBIC, ETC… (UNLESS ITS A SMALL EVENT THAT ADDS TO THE STORY)

- ANYTHIN WITH HUGE AGE GAPS (APPLIES TO SMUT)

- ANYTHIN WITH UNDERAGED CHARACTERS (ANY/ALL WILL BE AGED UP IN THE FIC IF UNDERAGED CANNONLY!)

- ANYTHIN REPEATEDLY ASKED (pls only ask once or twice!)

I could write for the following so far!:

• Call of Duty

- Johnny (Soap) Mactavish

Moth Dust: Werewolf! Soap x Moth hybrid! Male reader (WIP!)

- Simon (Ghost) Riley

Puppy Love: Werewolf! Simon (Ghost) Riley x Werewolf! Male reader (not published yet!)

- Captain John Price

- Kyle (Gaz) Gerrick

- König

• The Arcana

- Asra Alnazar

- Nadia Strinava

- Montag (Lucio) Morgasson

(All of The Arcana characters but those are the ones I can REALLLYYY write for)

• Sally Face

- Sal (Sally Face) Fisher

Strange neighbors: Sal Fisher (Sally Face) x Fem! Reader (not published yet!)

- Larry Johnson

- Travis Phelps

(Ask me about anime’s or T.V shows and movies because I’ve seen quite a few)

• Murder Drones

- N

- V

- Uzi

• Resident Evil

-Leon Kennedy

(Gimme ideas pls 🤲🤲)

[beanswrites]

Taking Care Of You ♡︎

this little drabble was requested (or more so forced to request) by the absolute wonderful @bananasharkie, who everyday helps cure my boredom with her ideas. and her love for julian. we love you, sharkie💗

i keep swearing i don't do the arcana anymore and here i am, very much still doing it

pairings: Julian Devorak (from The Arcana) x fem! reader

tags: fluff (like loads of it), comfort, cuddling, taking care of him, suggestive, implied smut, drunkness

summary: you take Julian home after a night of drinkining and take care of him

requests open!! | masterlist | rules for requesting

"Okay, come here, big boy.."

You pull him on the soft duvet of your room, towering over him in worry.

"You finished the water that I gave you?"

Julian nods, a little ashamed and hell of a lot embarassed. He hated that he had put you in a position where you had to take him home, or care for him.

"..'M, sorry.. Sorry, darlin'.." His words are slurred, incoherent - but you can sense the outline of a sencere apology in them.

"For what, Jules?"

"For mak'ng ya' take care 'f me.."

You search the shelfs of your and Asra's shared home, looking for a simple soberity potion to help him with his state.

"It's no trouble, Ilya, really. I don't mind taking care of the man I love. Plus, you know that I worry about your, darling"

His cheeks flame up along with the tips of his pale ears as you hand him the potion. Yet, he also feels immense guilt. It was never his intention to make you worry about his well-being, he never wanted to upset you in any way!

The doctor gulps down the potion in one go, feeling tired, but much better.

"Good?" You ask, gently laying down next to him.

"Yeah, good, uhm- Thank you, MC. Really. I promise it won't happen again, my love, I didn't know where to go and I didn't wanna sleep in my office-"

"C'mere, you big baby." You pull him by his bone-y shoulders and manouver him into your arms. The top of his auburn head is resting on the curve of your chest, your arms tightly around his back and waist. "You know you always have a place to sleep in my arms, right?"

Julian doesn't respond, wallowing in your scent with his eyes closed. He starts pressing shallow kisses on your chin and jaw, almost like silent little "I love you"s. With each passing moment, his kisses travel lower and lower, getting more fiery and passionate with each one. The underside of your neck, your collarbone, you shoulders... All the way down to your stomach, where his long, precise fingers work hard to unbutton your housedress.

"J-Julian? What are you doing?" You manage to stutter out as his kissed get lower and lower....

"Repaying you, doll. You take such good care of me, that I just wanna take care of you too.."

that's all for this one, i hope you like it!! thanks for reading!! and thank you, sharkie, for always handling my boredom perfectlyy🫶🏻

sorry if there are some mistakes, i'm beyond tired rn since it's like 12 am

[derelictlovefool]

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Author: Achilles, he/him & they/them pronouns

Status: Hobbyist, low writing activity

Writing: OC x Canon, Reader Insert, Original Fiction

Requests/Suggestions: Open

note: i'm a full time student so any requests I get will be done when and if I have time and they spark my interest!

Active in regards to fandoms & characters simply means most enthused about and interested in writing, inactive means least interested in writing but still willing if the idea sparks my creativity.

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Far Cry 5 | Supernatural | The Last of Us | Marvel | DC | Doctor Who | Sweeney Todd | The Witcher | Dying Light 2 | Z Nation | Inkheart | Bridgerton | Slashers | Outlast | Resident Evil | Overwatch | Undertale/Deltarune | Ib | TWD Telltale | Motor Crush | The Arcana | Kingsman

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active | inactive | semi active

Faith Seed | John Seed | Joseph Seed | Jacob Seed | Sharky Boshaw | Hurk Drubman Jr | Adelaide Drubman | Jerome Jeffries | Mary May Fairgrave | Eli Palmer | Grace Amestrong | Joey Hudson | Staci Pratt

Dean Winchester | Sam Winchester | Castiel | Charlie Bradbury ||| Joel | Tess ||| Wade Wilson | Tony Stark | Pepper Potts | Bucky Barnes | Steve Rodgers | Thor Odinson | Bruce Banner | Natasha Romanoff | Clint Barton ||| Harley Quinn

The Doctor (4, 9-15) | Jack Harkness | Rose Tyler | Donna Noble ||| Sweeney Todd | Mrs Lovett ||| Geralt of Rivera | Jaskier/Dandelion | Yennefer of Vennenberg ||| Hakon | Aiden | Lawan | Frank ||| Alvin Murphy | Roberta Warren | Addison Carver | Cassandra | Sarge | George St Claire

Mo | Dustfinger ||| Penelope Featherington | Benedict Bridgerton | Anthony Bridgerton | Colin Bridgerton | Eloise Bridgerton | Violet Bridgerton | Kate Sharma | Edwina Sharma ||| Jason Voorhees | Michael Myers | Bubba Sawyer | Brahms Heelshire | Thomas Hewitt

Eddie Gluskin ||| Ethan Winters | Karl Heisenberg | Alcina Dimitrescu | Donna Benniviento | Slavator Monreau | Mia Winters | Chris Redfield | Leon Kennedy | Ada Wong | Claire Redfield

Jack Morrison | Gabriel Reyes | Cole Cassidy | Genji Shimada | Hanzo Shimada | Mei ||| Sans | Papyrus | Asgore | Undyne | Mettaton | Queen ||| Gary ||| Calax Gothard | Domino Swift | Lola Del Carmen | Sonoya Vernilion ||| Asra | Nadia | Dorian | Portia | Muriel ||| Merlin/Hamish Mycroft

OC's: David Thorn (Slasher), Z (God Symbiote), Xander (Robot)

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Tropes I enjoy writing:

Variations of the Enemies to Lovers/Friends to Lovers | Childhood Friends | Neighbour across the hall/street | Mutual Pining | Devotion and Obsession | Making each other worse | Making each other better | Romance in Violence | Ride or Die Friends | Royal Guard/Gardener x Royalty | Crime Boss x Bodyguard | Dog Coded x Cat Coded | Fuck Love Triangles Make it Poly | Fake Dating | Meet Cute and more!

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— male/trans/enby/gn!reader (I'm here for the guys and gays)

— oc x canon, oc x oc, canon x canon, reader x canon, reader x oc

— sfw & nsfw

— platonic, queer-platonic, romantic, familial, etc.

— headcannons, one-shots, multi-parts

— AU's, crossovers

— gore, violence, toxic relationships, death/angst

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— fem!reader (There's thousands out there already y'know)

— genderbends

— pregnancy related topics

— self harm topics

— incest, paedophilia, zoophilia, necrophilia and any of that nasty crap

— non-con

— infidelity

— Characters I really don't know or care about </3

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

me trying to lure the arcana fandom over to my page while shaking a little bag of treats that's actually just x reader fics

yes i will write your little fantasies for you

just drop a request 🙏

[asraxfile]

Could you please do minnie? (4,20,29 and 45)

Feathers and Kisses♫•*¨*•.¸¸♪

sypnosis pillow fights and affectionate back hugs with Minnie after a long week genre fluff warnings established relationship, kissing scenarios no. 4 pillow fight and no. 20 back hugs and neck kisses dialogues no. 29 "Shut up" "Make me" and no. 45 "Look who's flustered now" word count 0.4k

A/n: Anon tysm for requesting this I hope I made it how you wanted, enjoy reading ^^

A freshly summer night occurred in the city as Minnie and you spent the evening at your apartment. It had been a long week, and both of you were looking for a place to escape all daily life struggles. Minnie with comeback preparations and you with your things too. The living room was shimmering in the soft glow of beige lights, making the vibe even warmer. As you sat on the couch, Minnie came back from the kitchen with a bowl of popcorn, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.

"You know," she began, handing you the bowl, "I've been thinking." she grinned, in a playful way but looking like she was onto something. 

"Uh-oh," you exclaimed, taking a handful of popcorn while reading her expression. "What’re you on to now?" 

Minnie giggled, sitting down beside you. "Oh, it's nothing bad. Just... what if we don’t watch the movie,” she took a pillow and held it next to her mischievous face. “and have a little fun?" Her eyes sparkled with excitement, and before you could ask what she meant, she threw the pillow at you.

"A pillow fight? Seriously?" You laughed, grabbing a pillow in defense.

Minnie grinned. "What? Are you afraid?"

"Shut up," you snapped playfully.

"Make me," she shot back, sticking out her tongue.

Before you knew it, you were both in the middle of a pillow war. Feathers filled the air as pillows exploded at the aggressive throwing at each other, your laughs echoing through the room. You managed to dodge one of Minnie's swings and landed a light punch on her shoulder. In a quick move, Minnie tackled you onto the couch, pinning you down with a proud grin. "Look who's flustered now," she teased, her face inches from yours.

Your heart raced as you felt the warmth of her breath against your skin. "I-I’m not flustered," you stuttered though the pink tint on your cheeks. Minnie laughed softly, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Sure, whatever you say." She let go and sat down next to you, catching her breath. "That was fun," she said, her smile widening as she looked over at you. "But I think we made a mess."

You glanced around at the living room, "Oh no!! don’t tell me,  I totally didn’t notice feathers all around”, you teased while grinning at Minnie. 

Minnie playfully rolled her eyes, resting her head on your shoulder. After a moment, she shifted, wrapping her arms around you from behind in a warm back hug. You could feel her breath against your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. "You know," she murmured softly, her lips brushing your ear, "I really missed spending time with you like this."

You leaned back into her embrace, feeling her warmth seep into you. "Me too," you whispered back, closing your eyes.

Minnie began to pepper light kisses along your neck, each one sending a tingle through your body. "I love you," she confessed through kisses, her lips barely leaving your skin. You couldn't help but laugh softly, feeling the tension of the week melt away. "I love you too" you replied, tilting your head to give her better access.

She continued her affection, her kisses growing softer and more affectionate. "Promise me we'll have more nights like this," she whispered against your skin. "I promise," you exclaimed, your voice filled with longing. You turned slightly to catch her eye, and she smiled, her eyes full of warmth and love. "Great then," she said, giving you one last kiss on the neck before pulling away from your embrace. "Now let’s clean this up." 

[thebelugawhalefriend]

Welcome to my page!

I write all about...

Undertale

Deltarune

Dangerous Fellows

Stardew Valley

The Arcana

Demon Slayer

Smile For Me

Kung Fu Panda

And more!

This is mainly a fanfiction page, but feel free to stop by and scroll for all the content :)

Requests: Open!

Masterlist

Deltarune

Kris Dreemurr:

Connection: Kris x Reader (Part 1) | (Part 2)

Demon Slayer

----Slayers----

Giyuu Tomioka:

Giyuu x Reader Headcanons (Romantic)

Kyojuro Rengoku:

Kyojuro Rengoku x Reader: Feathers

----Demons---

Muzan Kibutsuji:

Sub!Muzan x Demon!Fem!Reader: Merciful

Stardew Valley

Shane:

Shane x Reader: Better Days

The Arcana

Asra:

Asra x Reader Headcanons (Romantic)

M6:

The Arcana Cast: Favorite Animated Movies

Undertale

Asgore Dreemurr:

Asgore x Reader Headcanons (Platonic)

Papyrus:

Papyrus x Reader Headcanons (Platonic)

Punpyrus

Sans:

Sans x Reader Headcanons (Platonic)

Undyne:

Undyne x Reader Headcanons (Platonic)

Yandere OCs:

Ex Boyfriend x Reader (One) | (Two)

Lesbian Vampire x Reader

Teacher x Reader

Royal Harem x Reader (One) | (Two)

Ghost x Reader

[rodolfoparras]

Bro I was almost done writing my reply and Tumblr decided to be a bitch and reload👹👹👹👹 but YOU'RE RIGHT I AM JULIANS HUSBAND AND HE 10000% HAS THICK CURLY PUBIC HAIR AND A FAT PUSSY🔥🔥🔥🔥 SOMETIMES A FAT USELESS COCK IF I FEEL LIKE IT🔥🔥🔥🔥

and I know it's not good of me but I can not stand headcanons that differ from mine when it comes to Julian😭 like any other character? Idc as long as like it's not a gross/illegal yk? But with Julian I am so feral about him if someone disagrees with me about him I explode😔💔 I'd say I'll work on it but I'm not😭

And yes!!!! Julian and Asras relationship is sooooo interesting, I would love an official route of just them getting their relationship back together😭❤ idk I haven't played since the game got sold to a different company

Also in the ask I sent before this I mentioned Frewin and idk if I said it there but !!! He's actually poly and dating Asra and Julian!!!!

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YOU GOT A HUSBAND WITH A FAT HAIRY PUSSY AND A BIG USELESS COCK GOD YOURE LUCKY SUGAR BEE

I understand what you mean! I used to be like that with my favorite characters but when I stumble upon a trope or hc or anything like that that’s related to my favorite character and that I happen to dislike I just suppress the information or pretend it doesn’t exist genuinely me with any price x fem reader pieces bc that man is gay at this point

I think you did sugar bee but its still a very interesting situation since asra and Julian are practically lovers to exes to enemies to lovers!!

[silkmoon777]

The Arcana: Julian's Route | Chapter 3

!! THIS STORY IS A DETAILED RETELLING OF THE ARCANA, INCLUDING PAID SCENES IN BOTH PROLOGUE AND JULIAN ROUTE. ALL CHARACTERS EXCEPT THE MC ARE PROPERTY OF THE ARCANA FRANCHISE !!

A/N: This is a reupload from my AO3 cause I want to branch out. Enjoy!!

Summary: In a small shop in Vesuvia lives Vivian Caelum, a student of the magical arts who works as a shopkeeper for her tutor, Asra Alnazar. Her name is not known in the streets as her master's is, nor does she have full control over her magic yet. But one night, there's a knock at her door; Vivian is needed at the palace to help Countess Nadia upon her personal wishes. Soon, what she thinks is a small task is something she would never have expected her magic to be used for: Vivian must find Count Lucio's murderer. Will she be able to track down the infamous murderer and finally put the Countess's years of restlessness to ease? Or will the killer captivate her in ways she can't explain? Is she even running after the right man? Something deeper than she thought is happening within her beloved city, and she's about to understand the vastness of the magical realms.

Pairing: Julian Devorak x Fem!Magician Reader

This Chapter Contains: brief mentions/discussion of death

Word Count: 5,478

find the rest of the chapters in my masterlist here :)

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Marble. Everything is marble.

Steep, swooping ceilings cascade into carefully crafted pillars that line the walls. Polished marble floors stretch out infinitely, so glazed that I wouldn’t be surprised if a thin film of water settled overtop. The grand entrance is expansive and towering, ending ahead in a sweeping flight of stairs that meet the second story balustrade. Intricate details are not just found on the pillars, but on the ceiling. Carvings of suns and stars, lush foliage and indecipherable shapes meddle together, each curve and line lovingly chiseled into the stone. 

On either side of the palace doors stand two identical, towering women, their soft bodies draped in solidified silks. Their stone faces are turned skyward, chests puffed and nipples protruding through the portrayed fabric. In the hands closest to the doorway, the hold sceptres that cary flames beneath the halo of a crown, the light regarding wherever their gazes fall. In the other, they brandish longswords, the blades’ tip pointed to the floor. As above, so below.

Evergreen flora and oil paintings decorate the walls. No painting is like the last, but the one that draws my attention stands above the stairs. Painted between two pillars is crowded street scene, where women crowd around a glossy white Frisian horse. It’s snout points downwards and front legs rear, a faint look of distress in its wide eyes. It pulls tight against the red and gold reigns. The women in the foreground wear incredible finery, each dress different from the last. Pouring from their hands are flurries of petals thrown from the hoards they carry in their skirts. Flower crowns weave through their hair. In the background march armoured guards. Everything about the scene is beautiful and carefully crafted, yet there’s a feeling of unease it evokes, all radiating from the man atop the horse.

Golden hair, glassy skin, ice blue eyes. Drowning in gold armour and a thick red cape, Count Lucio mounts the distressed horse. The late count disregards the women who fawn over him with handfuls of flowers, instead tuning his gaze towards the heavens. Even the mercy of a beautiful painting cannot hide the narcissistic touch. Hell, the painting is narcissistic enough. When was the last time a real woman gushed over the cruel count, if not out of naivety?

“Ah, Portia.” A tall, middle-aged servant dashes to Portia’s side. He adjusts a white hat atop thinning brown hair with a crooked smile and a welcoming bow.

"Afternoon, Chamberlain. How are we doing on time?" Portia asks the bright-eyed man.

The servant, Chamberlain, smiles. "The first course will be served shortly. Her ladyship has yet to descend."

Portia heaves a heavy sigh of relief as he retrieves the pomegranate basket from her hands. "Perfect. Tell the kitchen that our guest has arrived."

With another bow, Chamberlain disappears with the fruit basket down one of the many connecting hallways, his stride strong and purposeful. Portia grabs my arm once more and tugs me along with an excited smile. 

"Come. I'll show you to the dining room. Milady will be there soon."

"Dining room?" I echo. “With the countess?"

Portia gives me a look. "You thought we wouldn’t feed  our guest? When we invited her over in the evening?"

"No, it's just I've only spoken with Countess Nadia once. I wasn't expecting her then, but now that I am," I purse my lips. “The courtesies from and for noblewomen are foreign to me.”

As she guides me down the halls, she quietens to consider my worry. "It is like that at first, and trust me I know. My first few weeks as her servant gave me inescapable anxiety, but when you get to know her more, speak to her more... It gets easier with practice."

“I guess you’re right," I answer with half a mind, examining paintings and plants as we go.

She leads me down the end of the cavernous hallway and to a grand mahogany door. She pushes it open and—

—oh my.

Rich scents rush to meet me, unfamiliar and tantalising, before I even cross the threshold. A long table draped in a silky, white cloth inhabits the middle of the room. Laid heavy over the soft fabric are platters covered in the most careful delicacies. Portia takes the lead and pulls back a chair with a gesture to sit. Still in shock, I sit silently, falling into a plush red cushion. I hear a soft giggle behind me; Portia must find my bewilderment humorous.

I barely smile back before a sprawling painting on the opposite wall calls to me. That feeling of unease returns. Wrapped in a frame of gold is the depiction of a meal shared among animal-headed figures. There's a cow with layered gold necklaces and a strapless green dress, a black bull with a nose ring and huge curling horns in red and gold finery, a white dove in a delicate blue dress in front of a black-clad wolf. There's a cheetah, a pig, a lion, an eagle, all standing in the foreground. There's even a horse-headed figure, but there is no skin to be seen; only bones and a silky black mane. To me, the horse appears as Death, which I find strange to see in such a grand painting.

Though...what sits in the middle catches my attention. Central to the painting with palms held out and an array of grapes and dead animals before it is a tall, white goat. With protruding horns, emotionless red eyes, and a halo of gold rays behind its head, it captivates the attention of the beastly people nestled in finery. I shiver at how strikingly lifelike its eyes are. I wonder what Countess Nadia thinks of it if she's decided to display it in her dining room.

"Welcome, Vivian. I see you're admiring the painting."

As if on queue, I hear the countesses voice behind me, as firm and graceful as I remember. She stands at the head of the table, gaze following mine. Her chair appears like the tangled roots and arms of a tree. It’s set in gold, similar to the rest of the chairs and cutlery and decorations adorning the walls. The countess, as tall as she may be, almost appears like a child as she takes her seat.

Today she has her wavy, plum-coloured hair a half-up style, with pearls weaving in and out of sight like silver fish in a pond of wine. There is a modest crown of golden branches holding glistening emeralds above her head. Hugging her elegant figure is a simple purple dress with a low neckline and impossibly long sleeves with slits along the inner arm. Cherry-red lips curl into a placid smile as our eyes meet.

"Do you like it? The painting?" she asks.

I consider lying, telling her I would die to have it for myself, but it seems wrong. “It's uniquely…unsettling.”

"Such honesty. Good to see that you have a backbone." She makes a face as she regards the painting once more. "I must confess that I do not like it either."

"Then why does it remain?" I ask quietly. 

As the countess considers my question, two servants appear. They carry what I assume is the first course of the meal, the starter. In a bowl covered in faint blue floral designs is a potato leak stew. After presenting my cutlery and offering me wine, I thank the servant, who bows with a smile and retreats down the hall. I carefully bring a spoonful. Unsurprisingly, the simplest stew tastes unlike anything I’ve every had.

"Why does it remain? Sentimental value, I suppose. It was one of my husband's favourites," the countess answers simply.

It’s strange to suddenly hear of the count and observe him in paintings after three long years. It irrupts a sudden sense of familiarity as I look back to the goat. Its eyes are so vivid that I can almost feel them returning my gaze.

"A beautiful red..." I murmur aloud. When Nadia’s gaze follows mine once more to land on a pair of beady red eyes, I can't decide if the emotion in her eyes is longing or disgust.

"Ah, yes. It is a beautiful red." When she looks back, that emotion is gone. "The one in the middle is Lucio—or so it's supposed to be. Providing for the people as he saw himself. If anything he certainly knew how to entertain."

The second I finish my soup, it’s whisked away to be replaced by the second course: roasted mushrooms and onion in a drizzle of gravy. Like the previous dish, the portioning is small to allow the array of food. The plate its presented on depicts the same blue patterns.

Nadia continues. "I know how fondly the people of this city remember the Count's Masquerade. Our annual revelry in honour of my husband's birthday...a delight to all of Vesuvia. Did you ever attend?"

I hum in thought. “I...don't recall attending, no.”

“A pity," the countess offers. Her eyes turn dark with remembrance. "Nevertheless, it is a memory now twinged with bitterness... After Lucio was murdered at the last Masquerade."

I nearly choke at how strong her words come and how little sadness I hear in them. Mercifully, I catch myself, swallowing my mouthful with ease.

The countess shakes her head. "Such a terrible shock to the guests. Such a vicious injustice upon this house, to slaughter the host while he celebrates, sharing his joy and properties with open doors."

The Count’s murder is full of holes, muddied by wild rumours and unanswered questions. But the end is always the same: the Count retired to his chambers, and by midnight, he and his chamber were engulfed in flames. The culprit was allegedly captured on the spot, but before he could be brought to justice...he escapes. Vanished into the night.

Since the masquerade, guests to the Palace have been few indeed. I wonder how long after the last visitor I’ve come. Once, all those years ago, the streets leading to the palace were bustling with life and the gates were indefinitely opening, inviting endless nights of party and celebration for the littlest of things. You could explore the streets of Vesuvia at night without rotations of guards doubting your every move. Count Lucio was the talk of the town, a prayer on everyone's lips. Now, everyone is scared to speak his name.

"A tragic story. But you’re grace…" I tilt my head to the side, “what does any of this have to do with me?"

"The Masquerade is precisely why I called you here. This year, I intend to revive and renew its reputation."

Don't stare, don't stare.

But I still do, forgetting the bite of mushroom that I hold inches from my mouth. Portia, who stands behind Countess Nadia, shares my shock. So does every other servant in the room. Three years later, she wants to throw a Masquerade despite its tarnished image? And, most bewildering of all, I have a part to play?

The countess smiles. "The festivities in Lucio's honour will be more fantastical than ever. Music, entertainment, food, no expenses or invites needed to attend so that all of Vesuvia can celebrate. If not for my husband, then just for themselves. There is but one loose end in need of tying."

"And that is...?"

"Lucio's murderer still roams free. To this day he has not met the justice he deserves for committing such a terrible crime.” 

She manages to remain almost entirely indifferent. All that betrays her is a slight quiver in her lip—anger. She’s angry its taken this long to let Lucio rest easy. Her memory of the count may differ, it seems. There are few people who would willingly bring him justice. But, in this moment, that doesn’t bother me. Instead, the wanted posters swim in my head, worn and muddied in time, some still found deep within the streets. The name had escaped me for the longest time, but now it couldn’t be more memorable.

My stomach twists in unease. Doctor Julian Devorak, the man who broke into my home, who I spoke to only last night and saw wandering the markets today. I curse myself for overlooking the familiarity of his name and how easily it came to me.

The countess continues, oblivious to my horror. "Doctor Julian Devorak, my husbands former physician, confessed to the crime when we caught him. But somehow he slipped through my grasp. All that is left is his sentence."

"I've heard a lot of talk about him," I say slowly, "but never an inkling of his sentence. What shall it be, if...you don't mind me asking, my lady."

She raises a brow. "His sentence? Death by hanging, of course."

No more than a second later, a terrible crash echoes through the room. We both turn to see Portia, her face white and stricken with something resembling horror. At her feet are the shards of fine china and ruined deserts. Her wide eyes jump between the two of us. I give her a sympathetic smile that I hope says, it's okay, because I don't blame her.

There's a sick feeling churning in my stomach in response to Countess Nadia's words that Portia must feel. Half of it comes from my fresh and unrealised encounter with Doctor, and the other half comes from his sentence. Hanging… There hasn’t been a hanging in Vesuvia for a long time. The age of public death sentences has been on a come down in many parts of the world. Though merciful, the reasoning is somewhat cruel: people have realised that suffering is more rewarding than a quick death.

But he's a criminal, I remind myself. He killed the count. He broke into your home like the crazed lunatic he is. Think of it as a kinder punishment.

“Portia?" The countess doesn't sound mad, instead concerned.

"F-forgive me, milady," she stammers. "Caught me off guard, is all."

The countess sighs. "You are forgiven."

The few present servants rush to Portia’s aid, stepping away the shattered mess with wind-sprint speed. I watch Portia a moment longer, intrigued by the way her eyes search the floor. She isn’t looking for mess, no… I think she might cry.

I’m quickly distracted by two more servants appearing from the hallway, each carrying dishes Portia had just dropped. They take our empty plates and dirtied cutlery in silence. Before me is an array of bite sized pastries, each decorated in berries, caramelised banana, and a dusting of powdered sugar.

"As I was about to say…” Nadia graciously picks at a pastry with delicate fingers, somehow taking a bite so graceful and perfect that I’m conscious to take my own. “This is where you come in, Vivian. Doctor Devorak has been very elusive. But you have quite the reputation. Rumour has it that you have surpassed even your master, Asra."

Again, I manage not to falter despite the absolute shock. What rumour? Who told her this?

I purse my lips. "I appreciate you coming to find me, my lady. Really, out of all those capable, it bewilders me to know you wanted to find me. But…I’m unsure you have heard right."

She smiles. "Oh, but I did. From some very trusted sources, who have heard from Asra himself that you are a unique specimen. But it will still come down to whether you believe you live up to that standard—which I will let you decide once I have provided you with more detail."

I nod. “I will try, if that pleases you, but I must ask you not to have high hopes.”

"No need." The countess laughs lightly with a shake of her head. "I have enough trust in myself that you are what people say. I’ll let you in on a little secret: I myself have a connection to magic, though not as palpable as yours. Glimpses of the future come to me in dreams. They tell me you are the one who will find Doctor Devorak."

"A clairvoyant, huh?” I lean back, brows raised in disbelief. “Fascinating. I’ve never met someone one before. And don't mind me asking, but what of the doctor if we find him?

“When we find him, we will bring him before the people so that all may see his long-awaited punishment. And so, to commence the festivities, the doctor will die on the gallows for his terrible crime. And once you have brung me my prize, I will reward you with any amount of riches that you desire.”

Riches. Though I pride myself on my humble beginnings and willingness to help anyone in need, I’m only human. Not just any riches, but those I desire. The idea amazes me. I could afford enough food to not worry about the next few weeks, I could afford finery and real jewels, I could even buy a bigger shop for Asra and I, where we have our own spaces, if she’s generous enough. While I hate to be swayed by money, the weight it could lift of my shoulders is too appealing.

The countess rises to her feet. On instinct, I follow suit. When I really take in the magnificence of her, the spectacular dress of flowing material and jewels that must have cost handfuls, I realise how dressed down I must seem, despite wearing the nicest clothes I own.

"Now that I have told you all you need to know, would you like to work alongside me?" she asks.

"Of course." I bow my head. "Anything to finally put you and the rest of Vesuvia at peace."

"Good. Portia?"

Portia jumps at her name. "Yes, milady?”

"Show Vivian to her guest quarters. I imagine she has much to think over before the night is out."

"Right away, milady."

Portia gently takes my elbow and guides me around the chairs, and with a humble bow, whisks me through the doorway. She is quiet as she ushers me through the maze of halls, but it isn't the same silence we shared when walking to the palace. It’s an uncomfortable, heavy silence. For a minute, I endure it, feeling that maybe this has nothing to do with the dining room and she has nothing to say. Despite telling myself, I can't fight the urge to speak.

"Call me crazy, but...maybe the punishment is extreme," I say softly. "There are plenty of convicted murderers in the world, but lots of them aren't sentenced to...death. Just because Count Lucio was well known shouldn't change the Doctors sentence—the count is still as human as anybody I know." Pursing my lips, I add, “Never mind, maybe it was just jarring to hear."

Portia shakes her head. "No, no, I agree. ...Death sounds a tad extreme, but I would never tall m'lady so."

I nod.

We pass a large staircase, veiled in shadows. A draft rushes from above, prickling my skin like a ghostly caress. It almost feels heavy, carrying an ashen smell. Curled up on the bottom stairs are two white, lanky dogs. Around their necks are thick, gold collars. Beady red eyes following us along. Silently, they rise. I stop walking, staring back and gently holding out my hand. The bigger one walks forward, sniffing me. The other follows. Their huffing breathes tickle my skin and eventually, their tails raise and wag.

"Well, I'll never," Portia breathes, eyes curious. "They never take kindly to strangers. It's how they were trained, but...I've never seen them act kindly."

Their slim snouts brush up my sides as the white dogs investigate me further. Satisfied, they draw back, looking at me expectantly. I almost reach out to pet them again, but something in their eyes catches me off guard. Suddenly it’s unsettling. I take a careful step back, giving them plenty of room. They trot proudly back to their spot. 

"They're very strange things, aren't they?” I wonder aloud.

"I agree... Oh! No wonder they're like this, they haven't had their chamomile cakes." She looks between the two dogs, who stay as still as statues. "Wait here, Vivian. And it's probably best to keep your distance. I'll be right back with those cakes."

"Of course."

Portia drags back a panel in the wall and disappears through a servant tunnel. It shuts behind her with a heavy thunk and I'm left alone in the halls with the dogs. There's a nudge at my side as one of the dogs sniff my side again. When I look down, it pulls away and stares again.

There's another nudge at my other side—the smaller one taking in huffing samples of my sent. I whirl around to watch it mirror the bigger one's actions. It sits back on its haunches, giving me a look of innocence. I laugh. Cheeky. But as I share its jovial gaze, that unsettling sensation returns, rippling beneath my skin like a wave of fever.

"A guest?"

I step back from the dogs, looking around the hall expecting to see a servant or another visitor. Anyone, really, but I’m still alone.

"Intriguing..."

The voice doesn’t come from down here, no. I follow the dog's gaze to the top of the stairs, where the voice spoke. No one is to be seen, shrouded by the gloom atop the staircase. I jump when I feel yanking at the hem of my skirt; the dogs have taken a mouthful of white linen into their jaws. Their grip is and stubbornly strong.

"Hey, drop it," I warn.

They don't comply, pulling me towards, only letting me go when we've reached the top. I’m met with a hallway identical to the one below, but the intricate chandeliers are unlit. There's an eerie aura in the air, that both pulls me in and begs for me to leave. The smell of ash is overwhelming. I cough, feeling my throat and lungs sting. With one hand over my nose and mouth, I summon a ball of light in my other. I’m alone again. The dogs have disappeared. 

There is a grand door ahead, partway open. Inside is a deeper darkness that my light cannot pierce. I should go back. Portia could be arriving at any moment with those cakes. But that door...

Portia can wait.

The magic in my hand flutters to a glow as I step into the dark. I frown, focusing my mind on the small ball of light. No matter how hard I try, it remains dim, as if something unseen is snuffing out my magic. 

Despite the coldness of the corridor outside, the room I step into is warm. Uncomfortably warm. The air, however, is strangely thick and tastes strongly of pepper. Nevermind that though...

Once my eyes have adjusted to the dim light, I take in the bedroom before me. A heavily canopied bed stretches midway across the room, the sheets neatly done up. I step further into the threshold, passing a suit of extravagant, gold armour. A wooden writing desk sits to my left. Its surface is scattered with neat piles of paper and books and a white feather pen.

Everything looks lived in. Well, if not for the ash.

The curtains, bedspread, and canopy sheets are in shreds, charred and limp. Everything has been touched by fire. Horror coils in my gut. This is the infamous room, the quarters of Count Lucio that set the scene for his demise on the night of his birthday. 

A shiver chases down my spine. I shouldn't be in here, but there’s morbid curiosity the accompanies the unease. Who else can say that they've witnessed this mess?

My attention is caught by a portrait on the wall, twice my height. For the third time this evening, I examine a painting of Count Lucio. Either this portrait is old or he looked younger than I remember because the gleam captured in his eyes and the youthful face takes me by surprise. Or perhaps the artist was catering to his vanity. The count is painted before a mountain range, with one silver-booted foot on a rock. He's wearing cream-coloured pants and a scarlet suit jacket threaded with gold designs. Hanging from his broad, straight shoulders is a long fur coat lined with a red matching his jacket. I lean closer—

"Go on. Touch it."

My heart skips to my throat and I draw back, guilty. I’ve been caught…but by who? I’m still alone in this sad, empty room. From my guilt sprouts fear. I almost call out to the voice when a miasma of thick, scorching air shoves my hand against the portrait. The skin on my wrist burns and I cry out in alarm. A snickering fills my ears as a haze settles over my mind.

"Nothing like the real thing, seeing...unable to feel. Such sweet torture."

My magic reacts to the invisible threat, the light seeping from between my palm and the canvas and down my hand. With a burst of force, the light explodes outwards, pushing the mass away and seeping into my tattoos. The strange sensation subsides in kind, the voice growing fainter, even wistful.

"Ahh...interesting," the disembodied voice murmurs. “There, in your energy… Ohh, it’s him. Could you be…?”

I subconsciously take a step backwards, face horror-stricken. Either someone finds it funny to play with me like this, or this room is...alive. My magic buzzes in reaction to something unholy hiding in the shadows. Soft material brushes against my legs and I fall through the folds of dust-covered fabric covering the bed. Great plumes of dust and ash billow through the air as my back hits the duvet of Count Lucio’s bed. I lay where he once did, where he was incinerated. Ash stings my eyes, fills my nose and mouth with a terrible taste. A sick feeling turns my stomach and I clamp a hand over my in my struggle to escape the bed. This was a mistake.

"Going so soon?" the voice coos. "You're no fun."

"What are you? Why are you talking to me?" I demand, eyes darting between the shadows. "What do you want?"

"What do I want? What do I want?"

The echo of my question ends in a deathly snarl. I freeze, feeling the sensation of something reaching for my back. Abruptly, the temperature drops and the feeling disappears. I let out a breath I never knew I was holding. The air from my lips turning to mist. I dare not look as something moves.

"Chains of gold, but no neck. Beautiful, beautiful furs, but no back. No perfect face, no perfect body. I have nothing I want."

My breathing is no longer mist in the air. My skin is no longer chilled by the dropping temperature. All at once, the room feels normal. When there is nothing but silence as the voice fades, I aim for the door. Breaking into a run, I dash down the hall, my mind racing. Could that have been... No. The portraits lining the wall watch me run with cold, aristocratic stares.

"Come back... Come back..."

Don't listen, the voice in my head reasons. And I shouldn't, but against all good sense, I still look back.

I only see it for a moment; a silhouette, stark against a wall of high windows frosted with smoke. Claws, horns, and hoofs like onyx—that's what I see first. Second comes the white face of a goat staring back at me, glowing red eyes fixed gleefully on mine.

Then I blink.

It’s gone.

But I don't stop. If anything, my legs move faster. By the time I've stumbled down the stairs, Portia is back, confusion on her face at my sudden appearance.

"There you are!"

She stares at me, taking in the dishevelment of my appearance: ash covering me from head to toe, the mess my hair has become. I wonder how white my face is.

Her eyebrows lower. "What...why are you covered in ash? Oh, what did those naughty dogs do to you?"

"Oh, nothing,” I lie breathlessly. “They wanted to play a game of chase and I couldn't help it. But we had a little... accident."

"Those two." She shakes her head. "They won't cease to confuse me. They must really like you. Would you mind if I fixed you up a tad?"

I sigh. "Please."

She gestures for me to sit on the stairs. After helping me to brush the dust from my clothes, she takes a seat behind me and takes my hair in her hands. With a motherly touch, she undoes the mess my braid has become, gently combing her fingers through the tangles. 

"You have such lovely hair," she murmurs. "And may I ask why your tattoos are glowing?”

The dainty, identical patterns stretching from my elbow to my fingertips, otherwise inked in black, glow a soft white. 

I look down at my left hand. Inked on it are black and white snakes that intertwine, weaving around my wrist and through my fingers. Instead of the plain colours they normally are, they glow a soft white. Similarly, the rest glow. The sun on my sternum, the snake and moon phases down my spine, the stretch of stars along my collarbone… I can feel each line on my body radiate a comfortable heat.

"Oh, I don't really know,” I answer. “There’s special ink, no special designs. Asra thinks that maybe it's because my magic is so restless that it’s constantly in search of an outlet."

“Fascinating.” Portia pulls my hair into a fresh braid. "I hear a lot of whispers that you are not what you seem. What the countess says about you surpassing even your own master is what I've heard myself. But what you said to m’lady…"

"You want the truth?"

"Yes."

"Well...I don't know."

She pauses. "What do you mean?"

"I grew up unable to learn magic," I say after a moment. "My parents restricted a lot of my life, and even mentioning magic was punishable. I ran away from home and spent a few hard years on my own. Eventually, Asra found me and offered to take me in. After a year he told me he sensed something budding, but I didn’t believe him. It felt too late in life to connect with magic. Until one night, I was running an errand late in the evening for Asra with my coin push stupidly on display, and a thief noticed.”

"...What happened?"

I purse my lips. Only Asra has ever known this—not that I’ve had other friends to tell. To repeat it to Portia now, after so long, feels strange. 

"Looking at me, he of course thought that I was an easy target. So he pulled me into an alley and drew a knife on me and threatened to take my life if I didn't comply. I was so frightened, so still and in shock that I didn't give the money. Eventually, he tired of me and raised the knife to swing. Then out of nowhere, this burst of magic shot from me as I tried shielding myself. It hit him square in the chest. His body went flying."

"What happened to him?"

"I have no idea. I just hope I didn't kill him."

With a twist of a hairband, Portia finishes the braid and gives my shoulders a squeeze. "You did what you had to do. Now come along. I think you need a little rest."

Almost forgetting what I saw upstairs, I nod and smile, letting her take my hand and lead me to my room. Thankfully, it isn't far. We take one last corner and approach another door that is as grand as the rest. She pushes it open to reveal a room so big I wonder if I could fit the shop inside.

Portia grins. "Here we are. This will be your quarters, Vivian."

"...Oh my.” Gilded walls, a huge bed, velvet pillows and couches… “This is amazing.”

"You may put your things wherever you like. Breakfast is at sunrise, and don't worry about oversleeping. I will be here to wake you."

Overwhelmed, I pull Portia into a tight hug, which takes her by surprise. Though, she doesn't hesitate to wrap her arms back around me with a squeeze. She smells of spring air, with the sweet hint of cherry blossoms.

"Thank you," I whisper. "And if you happen to see Countess Nadia again before tomorrow, tell her I won't fail her."

"Of course, and you're most welcome." She pulls back. "Now sleep well. Your job starts tomorrow."

Gently she closes to door. I drop my bag on the bed and change into a silk slip. Sliding underneath the thick covers, I feel my fatigue hit me like a wave. But I do not sleep for a long time.

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Secrets and Sex

Summary: After your training session with Bodhi had gotten rather... Heated and progression was inevitable. The desire for one another didn't stop there, but keeping it hidden from your friends may have been more pointless than you realized.

Pairing: Bodhi Duran x Marked Fem! Reader

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Warnings: 18+ , !NSFW!, explicit smut scenes, swearing, submissive Bodhi It was an accident I apologise for nothing

A.N: I Definitely got carried away with this...

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 (Final Part)

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It has been a little over a week since your initial training session with Bodhi and since then, the tether of tension between you both only seemed to tighten. Ensnaring and constricting until it left you both panting and pining after one another, on more then one occasion.

Today was no different, Bodhi has sought you out this morning, as everyone has been on the move for breakfast, capturing you in the hallway and pulling you away to slip into the shadows.

His mouth has been on your own before you could even voice a single word. Not that you had minded in the time. It had been reckless, in the sense anyone in the College could have walked upon you two, the thrill of being caught giving you a shot of adrenaline.

Especially if your friends found out, you weren't sure why you had hidden this... Thing with Bodhi, you'd known him for years and it wasn't exactly like Violet and Xaden had hidden their affections for one another.

But they were more? Where they not, you were just sleeping with Bodhi, Right? No string attached. He was attractive, you were beyond the point of denying that fact, but there wasn't anything else to it.

The first time you'd gotten together, it had been a heated training session and tension was running high on both ends. And even after he had been inside you, tongue and cock, after all that when you left to go back to your own bed that night you had merely concluded it had been a heat of the moment act.

But what about every time after that?

The thoughts were dizzying, and you could almost be mad at him for getting you this bothered after your morning make our session. Unable to think beyond his touch, the way he could make your body give everything it had to offer and in turn, you could make him crawl. Nervousness had wracked you the first time you took control, but Bodhi had seemed more keen and interested the more you denied him. Keeping him pining until you decided what he could have and when he could have it.

You would never guess your best friend would be for giving into the submission of letting you lead him through his pleasures. It didn't happen every time you guys slept together, but when it did. Let's just say it always worked into your favour when he turned his attention to you.

Breathing deeply you slouched into your seat on Asra's back, the warmth of her reptilian body radiating beneath you.

You humans and your fickle feelings.

Asra's voice in your head was subtle this time, drifting in through the swarm of thought clouding your mind.

"They are called emotions." You grated out aloud, no need to communicate through your thoughts when you knew she could hear you perfectly well up here. In the skies above the War College, away from the bustle of noise below.

It had become your safe haven, in the clouds the cold air nipping your exposed skin, a deliberate act on your part, to leave parts exposed to feel the winds bite.

You can be easily broken by them. They are fickle.

Taking a second to extend a thought to her words, the thunder of your own pulse in your ears drowning out the sound of the wind ripping your hair from the braid that whipped at your spine.

If you are to love him so be it. Love hard, or hate. Simple. You are a dragon rider, you have no time for fickle feelings which take up your time.

You did not require any further poking from her, you knew she spoke of Bodhi. But did you love him?

Yes, You were insanely attracted to him and when he fucked you, Seven hells it was the best you ever had, but...was that love?

You had been friends since you were young and had spent many years stuck in that station of friendship and after that training session nothing has changed between you, other than the nights you spent many nights exploring one another in the most intimate of ways.

With every pounding thought you always rounded back to the same insistently annoying question which left your stomach hollowing out inside you, Were you in Love with Bodhi Durran?

You're doing it again. Your dragons tone was flat in your head, void of all irritation or feeling

Steeling your thoughts you said nothing more in the topic, voiding all notions of Bodhi from your mind as Asra began circling the college flight field. Decending downwards in a dive that has you squeezing your thighs against her and tucking yourself behind her neck to avoid being ripped away by the wind.

When you both finally lowered beneath the cover of the clouds, your eyes began scanning the grounds below. Your attention instantly attracted to where a familiar Green dragon perched. Watching you descend, her rider relaxed between her front legs.

Gripping to your senses you braced for the impact of Asra connecting the ground. Waiting until the dust cloud to blow away before sliding over her shoulder and down her leg.

Turning, you began inspecting Asra's chest. Searching the areas she couldn't to make sure there wasn't any cuts or wounds that might have occured during the flight manvours before you both flew off in a private flight session.

Despite being a mutual routine you did after each flight, you were fumbling trying to ignore the attention you felt watching your back.

The only warning you got for his approach was a low snarl from Asra which rumbled above your head.

Gentle moving hands slide around your waist. The contrast in heat radiating from his hand shot shivers down your spine.

Bodhi's hands rested at your hip when you straightened. Fingers curling under the rim of your flight jacket.

Asra, is there anyone else in the field?

You waited as she surveys the open expanse of land.

No one beyond those Cuir has scared off.

Good.

Turning in his arms, You take all but one second, one for a breath before you stepped up, wrapping an arm around the back of his neck. You couldn't give a damn if you were just here for the sex. You needed it, a deathly desire.

Bodhi didn't interject when you planted your lips to his own, hands pulling your body closer to his still. Molding your torsos, you could feel every inhale he struggled to take, forced to pick between you and breathing. A warmth spread to your core when he held his breath.

Bodhi slanted his head, inclining it down to slip his tongue into your mouth, warm sliding along your bottom lip, gravity pushed you back and when you bumped into something warm you stumbled, Bodhi's hand keeping you from crumbling.

Asra grumbled softly, Bodhi jerked his head back, and you could see in his eyes clear as day the alarm in them when he glanced up to Asra. The angle awkward from where Bodhi had you pressed against her foreleg.

You laughed softly pushing to hide your face in his chest.

"Perhaps. We should take this elsewhere." Bodhi whispered softly next to the shell of your ear, eyes unblinking away from your dragons piercing gaze.

Wise choice boy.

You tried to stifle another laugh as Asra continued glaring.

Lips tingling for more as Bodhi clasped your hand and began leading you both from the flight field. Keeping pace, you avoided the sound of other students, to evade their attention.

He led you faster, assuming you would be going to his room you felt the tension rise in your arm when he suddenly pulled you into another direction.

Twisting to keep up, You hugged closer to his arm. "Where are we going?"

Bodhi didn't speak, but led you on further and you caught the peak of a boyish grin gleaming over his shoulder, rounding the corner of the main entrance to the college he walked backwards pushing open a door tucked into the wall.

The room was dark, beyond a small line of light creeping through the cracks of the door, a door which had become so warped it didn't meet all the edges of the frame.

There was shelves, but you didn't give yourself time to inspect the contents. Perhaps a store cupboard.

His hands grasped your neck, thumb working small circles into your jaw, as he walked backwards still. He pulled you closer by your neck.

You allowed yourself to be lead and spun until your back met a solid wall. It was cold against your spine, goosebumps racking.

You felt the hot pant of his breath against your cheek before his lips met yours in the darkness. Needy and fast, You worked a hand up and around the ball of his shoulder, arm resting there so you could thread a hand into the hair at the back of his neck.

His shoulders trembles under your touch, giving into the sensation as you pulled and bit into his lip. Bodhi's head titled back away from your mouth as you tugged his hair. His breathing is heavy and uneven, but even in the dim lighting you can spy the look of desire in his eyes, eyes which darted to blink at every inch of your face.

"Want me to stop love?" The light across his face shifts, his brow was raised. But that word made your heart stutter against your ribs. Love.

"I want you," You hover your lips above his, could almost taste yourself on him, you would have ended the sentence there but instead. "-I want you to do as I say."

Watching his face for a reaction, Bodhi hummed low the sound soft, the edge of his lip curved up. "Then I am at your mercy Darling."

His attempt to kiss you was halted when you tightened the fistful of hair in your grip, Bodhi hissed but his eyes rolled at the sensation.

"Did I say you could kiss me?" Tilting your head to watch him under hooded lashes.

Your pulse was thrumming loud in your inner ear, but through the pleasant roar you could have swore you heard Bodhi whimper. Fucking whimper. Something inside you tightened, tension rising as you slowly loosened your grip and used that hand to push his shoulder, coaxing him to kneel before you.

He did so willingly, eyes ravaging every inch of your body on the way down,

Once he was on his knees, you stepped back, flush against the wall. Hand shifting to unbutton the top of you flight leathers, slowly teasing the clothes from you body, the cold air against your warm skin emitted a small gasp from you.

Stripping, until you stood naked for him. Bodhi's eyes darted frantically unable to take everything in at once, you watched them flicked from your breasts down the valley between them, he stilled at the sight of you completely bare before him.

Extending a hand, you waited until he placed his in yours, His breath was swallow and you watched his expression as he zones in on your face, unblinking as you led his hand between your legs.

"Say the words" Bodhi sounded almost breathless, hand inches from grasping you where you needed him most, You could feel the warmth of those fingers hovering below the wetness between your legs.

With the anticipation you struggle with the words, thoughts fuzzy at the sight of him kneeling for you, waiting so desperately for you to let him touch you.

"Touch me." Even the sound of your own voice sounded foreign, undiluted with the desire that was threatening to make your knees buckle.

Damn him. Bodhi smiles, cocking his head sideways, "Need more description then that Love." His words were coupled with the featherlight touch of his thumb against your clit.

You gasped, nerves pulse painfully, aching for touch. Bodhi kept smirking, but did not touch you again.

"I want your fingers inside me. As many as you can manage. I want to come over them-" he brushed a finger along the folds of your entrance, a pause to catch your breath, "Then I want more."

"Tongue or cock?" his voice was raspy, and low.

You broke through the stupor to nod, "Both. Definitely both."

He paused for a long second, stilling.

"Bodhi-"

The first finger entered you without warning, warmth bloomed and pumping through you. He began slow, driving the singular finger in and out, the pace not changing until he added that second finger. Thumb joining the pair already in use as he stretched you, His thumb encircled the sensitive bundle of nerves.

Throwing your head back you could only ignore the pain, when your skull smacked into the wall, back arching slightly as he kept the pace. Your heart was hammering harder as you breathing came out faster, moans of pleasure which seemed to encourage Bodhi on further.

The pleasure was building, he curled one of those fingers inside you, you cried out free hand gripping new fistful of his hair. You felt your release drawing closer still,

Words were a struggle so when Bodhi hit this sweet spot, you shook to stay standing, and without vocal command Bodhi somehow knew to keep going. A blessing you were grateful for, release was barreling into you with the next thrust of his fingers, your nail digging into his shoulder to stay standing

Opening your eyes, you were staring at the dark ceiling, the air fighting its way in and out from your lungs. You had to blink back the dark edges of your vision in order to glance down at Bodhi.

"Please" He begged softly, your mind was so fuzzy you could only stare blankly down at him until he gives a pointed look between your legs.

Nodding, unable to get the words to leave your lips, finger still twisted in his hair, your grip loosened when you feel his tongue on the inside of your thigh.

Lapping up the evidence of your release, the anticipation of him making it to the apex of your leg made your heart hammer once more, His tongue ran along your folds when you were interrupted.

Incoming.

Asra's voice in your head ruptured through the atmosphere. You shifted and moved a hand to Bodhi's shoulder, he glances your way concern lacing his expression.

"What's wrong?" His expression stills. Cuir no doubt delaying information to him, someone was coming this way.

It was only a second later you could hear the footsteps approaching. You separated, Bodhi rising to pass you something to cover yourself with. Holding it against your chest you froze.

"Who is that?" You whispered, Bodhi glanced at the door, perhaps waiting for it to open, In this moment you could finally take a second to look around the store room.

The room was filled with spare riding equipment, replacements for saddles. Spare sizes of riding leathers. Shit. After Flight manoeuvrers anyone could need to come in here and you were completely naked and still hazy from your release.

Swaying on legs that still felt to shaky to hold your weight. Bodhi steadied you with a hand, his other free one coming up to cover your mouth. Wide eyed and trying to slow your breathing and heart beat,

When the door begun to open, Bodhi spun away and thumped his foot against it.

"Fuck." The door stopped, Bodhi rounded it, pushing through the gap of its opening to keep you from sight.

There was a shuffle as the person moved backwards, allowing the spacw for Bodhi to stand in the way of the door.

"Xaden, Anything I can help you with?"

You knew Bodhi said his name loud enough for you to hear through the door, as quietly as you could you knelt to reach for your clothes sprawled on the floor around your feet.

"I'm just looking for some new sizes of flight leather, Violence tore a hole in hers flying yesterday."

You stilled waiting for the door to open, or Bodhi to speak up, which ever came first.

"There isn't any there that would fit Sorrengail." You froze at Bodhi's words, the silence from Xaden causing you to silently drag your flight jacket over your shoulders,

Bodhi stuttered over his words, "I was eh.. looking for some for Y/n, There is a limited supply. Was just on my way to put in an order for some more."

Whether Riorson was going to buy it... You bit into your lip awaiting in the darkness.

Xaden grumbled something which was muffled through the door, Bodhi laughed and you were finally able to breath when their voices and footsteps began to retreat from the store cupboard.

You grabbed for your boots, ramming your feet into them and tucking the edges of the trousers around the rim. Tying them up quickly you ran a hand through you hair before moving for the door.

With a quick check to make sure the coast was clear you slipped out and made your way back inside towards the courtyard.

Satsified?

I know you can hear my every thought without the shield, so I'm going to spare us both our sanity by not answering that. Had you remembered to put your shield up whilst Bodhi...

At the memory of his fingers inside you deep and warm, your breath hitched and as you body warmed, an itch that hadn't been scratched. The session in the store room had been a warm up for more... Because Bodhi would have given more.

There was no doubt what your night activities would include, by your hand or his own should he seek you out.

Approaching the corner that would round into the food hall, you picked at the skin on your finger, What if he didn't come looking for you? What if-

You collided with a body when you walked around the corner, Hand landed against your torso to steady you, Grabbing to the persons forearm.

Glancing up, you still as Cassandra roughly shook your grip off her, as though the hint of your touch was toxic. The sneer was already set in her expression and disgust lined her stare.

- ❈ -

Bodhi was sat beside Xaden and Garrick, Keeping to the numbers pushed onto them by the rules. Three and no more marked ones to be found together at any one time. To keep them from building some sort of rebellion, shame is was far to late for that.

Bodhi tried to ignore the ache in his dick, he had so been waiting to be inside you since he had pulled you aside this morning, the memory of his hands of your, he had to clench his fists to keep from getting himself too worked up.

"The fuck got you in such a mood?" Garrick kept his voice low as a group from first wing strolled past their table.

Xaden beside him laughed as he lifted a cup to his lips, "Blue balls" He muttered it, but both Bodhi and Garrick heard him clear as day.

The older boy laughed but Bodhi simply scowled at his cousin, Xaden tried to ignore it by prolonging his drink.

"Just ask her out already." Garrick tapped the table, drumming the surface with his fingers. Bodhi was gritting his teeth so hard, he thought they might actually shatter and then he might even break something in his jaw.

When he looked to Xaden, Bodhi froze, Xaden was giving him a pointed look.

The bastard knew.

[kr120]

I'm almost there!

Writing the 9th chapter and probably will end it on the 11th or 12th chapter!! Then editing/ might re edit

But I'm so hyped and actually afraid, I haven't been writing for so long but this inspiration didn't stop and actually wrote the 1st 3 chapters in one night (pulled it through till 3 am)

Not to mention this is my 1st fanfic ever!!!

Anyways, I really hope I wrote it good

Personally, for someone who's writing after a decade or so, it's pretty good but I'll let you judge later when I publish it on my wattpad

Also, this fanfic was inspired from @beanswrites which I can't be thankful enough for her (人*´∀｀)｡*ﾟ+

I wanted to finish it all at once for many reasons, the biggest one is to not regret :D

So...

Till then, hope you leave me some encouraging comments (人 •͈ᴗ•͈)