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shoyoist · 2 years

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not sure if you're into dom!reader stuff but god I would Love to destroy isagi and julien in the bedroom.

— WILL YOU BE GOOD FOR ME ?!

content: gn!reader. dom reader. isagi: overstim, multiple orgasms, inexperienced isagi, praise. julian: handjob, blowjob, edging, begging. sae: he's a brat and you put him in his place. light slapping (not his face), degradation.

ft: isagi yoichi, julian loki + itoshi sae (for myself hehe) — . ｡˚ ♡ his fans could never guess how much he loves being fucked into a blissed out mess

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° ISAGI is nearing his limit. you can feel it.

you can feel it, in the way his hips stutter and his cock twitches — throbs — against your slick, velvety walls as he tries to keep up with you, sucking in a breath through clenched teeth and blinking up at you through teary eyes as you laugh.

you're sitting on isagi's cock, riding it gently, working him through the orgasm he'd just had, smiling in satisfaction when you feel his cum drool out of you and make a mess on your inner thighs.

it drips onto him as he lays flat on his back on the bed, trying his best to be good for you — and his cheeks burn at the wet sensation, embarrassed as he realizes just how far he's gone.

"come on, yoichi," you pout, flashing him a look of faux sympathy as you rest one hand on his chest, feeling how warm he is as you sigh. "you've cum three times now and i haven't cum even once."

"'m sorry," he grunts, blue eyes narrowing with frustration — oh, he's so cute — as he reaches out and grabs your hips in shaky hands, pushing himself back against the pillows to angle himself higher again. "i'll — hah, i'll do it this time, angel, 'm sorry."

it's even cuter how he's still trying to stay in charge, how he calls you angel in that hoarse, fucked out whisper his voice has gone down to.

he's so sweet — trying his best, really, and you almost want to tell him that god, he's been doing great.

it's you that's been slowing down to a stop whenever the coil in your stomach starts to tighten, and the hit of his cock inside you starts to knock your breath from your lungs.

stopping whenever you get even a little close to reaching your high, to let him catch a 'break' as you lean down to press kisses on his chest, and up his neck to meet his lips.

you've been edging yourself this whole time, isagi is just too fucked out — and perhaps a little too inexperienced, naïve <3 — to see that.

but he really is reaching his limit. you'll have to let yourself go this time, for both his sake and yours. "a little harder, yoichi baby. you just need to find the right spot."

he lets out a heavy groan in response, head tipping back and exposing his throat, adam's apple bobbing with each swallow, as he rolls his hips up and fucks his cock as deep into you as he can.

his balls slap at your ass along with the desperate twitch of his cock inside you, and he gasps — mouth parting so prettily, face and neck flushed all up as he tries to fight his overstimulation and keep going for your pleasure.

the sight alone is enough to make your orgasm slide that much closer to the surface. "yes, yes baby — just like that!"

you feel his fingertips dig harder into your thighs, rough enough to leave bruises as he holds onto you like he's holding your high in place, trying not to let it slip away as he thrusts into you over and over, needing the friction his body is giving yours and the hit of his cock into your wet walls to drive you over the edge—

he needs you to cum before he falls past his limit.

"almost there, yoichi, fuck!" you moan, and it's encouragement enough for him to continue. he wants to keep hearing you, wants your pretty fucking voice filling his ears as you cum, as you add to the lewd mess that's between your skins and all over the sheets.

"so good," you breathe, arching your back as you straddle him, your hips tightening around his pelvis as you shut your eyes and let yourself enter the rush of euphoria that comes with the orgasm you've been holding back for so long. "so good, yoichi — mm, cumming! 'm cumming, baby, ah!"

and god, isagi has been milked dry already but he could fucking cum again, to the sound of your high pitched whine of pleasure, to the erratic bounce of your gorgeous body over his and to the feeling of your orgasm as it wraps around his cock — it's so, so impossibly good.

"pretty," he rasps, watching you through bleary blue eyes as he still holds onto you, pulling you down onto his cock and sending a rush of pleasure through your body and a spike of overstimulated pain through his. "haah— so pretty. say my name for me, angel."

and you can't help but giggle as he says it again — calls you by that adorable petname that should really belong to him, by how good and sweet he's being for you.

but you deliver, because you'll do for your good boy what he wants you to. "mm, yoichi <3 so good for me."

and you feel how his cock twitches inside you again.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° JULIAN is a sweetheart.

both on the field and inside the bedroom. and this is proof — because you've been knelt between his legs for ages now, one hand wrapped around his cock, the other rubbing circles over his knee and up his thigh, thumb pressing into the sensitive skin of his inner thigh, as you offer nothing but little kitten licks to the tip of his drooling cock.

he hasn't complained once — hasn't snapped, hasn't grabbed your hair and made you take his cock in your mouth, hasn't been mean.

you almost wish he would snap — but he's being so sweet, so patient with you, watching with pleading brown eyes as you tease him, toy with him to your heart's content.

"baby," he groans, unable to take his eyes off your hand — your hand that stays so painfully stationary around his cock, and you know he's hoping you'll finally move it and stroke his length for him, make him cum. "baby, please."

"mhm?" you say it innocently, though what you're doing couldn't be further from it — and julian just meets your eyes with another pleading look, but see, that's the thing.

he looks so good like this.

so beautiful, his mahogany skin glowing in the dim lighting of the bedroom, thighs and abs exposed to your viewing pleasure, arms pressed to his sides and hands gripping the edges of his seat as he tries to maintain composure.

"please, move your hand for me?" he asks through clenched teeth. and it makes you consider.

because if there's anything prettier than julian laying slack in his seat, legs spread and cock stiff in your hand as you tease him endlessly — it's julian laying slack in his seat, begging you to give him more as you continue to give him so very less.

"mm, which hand?" you ask, giving him a doe-eyed look as you trace his skin with your other hand. the skate of your nails across his inner thigh and around his full, aching balls is ticklish, and he flinches, cock jumping in your hand as you give it an experimental squeeze.

"the one you've got on my dick, baby." he breathes, brows screwing together as yet another pearl of precum beads at the tip of his cock. "please."

"please what?" you ask again, and it's so fucking infuriating — anyone else would lose it. but julian just breathes in again, grunting out a curse under his breath as you run your fingers too lightly up his length, to swipe at his tip with your thumb and collect the drop of cum, popping your finger into your mouth after.

"fuck," he hisses, watching with envy as you suck your thumb instead of his cock. "please, baby, i can't — i can't take it. need your hand, your mouth, anything — just make me cum, please."

but oh, you're so mean. you decide to push him one last time. "hm? say that again, sweetheart."

and you think he might snap this time, might finally lose it, needing his pleasure more than he wants to behave for you — but julian never disappoints.

"please make me cum?" he asks, voice thinning into a whimper as you caress his thigh again, making your way down to his balls once more. "please. need—need to feel good, baby. please."

and how can you say no to that? :(

julian cums embarrassingly fast when you tighten your grip on his cock and spit on it, pumping the length as you blow on his tip and take it into your mouth.

your soft lips and hot, wet tongue drown him in so much ecstasy all at once that after all that edging, he just can't handle any more.

"hngh—fuck! fuck, gonna cum, gonna cum—" his voice cuts off to give way to a breathy moan, his chest heaving and back lifting off the cushion he was laying against as he cums into your mouth.

hot, thick ropes of his cum coat the back of your throat as you smile around the girth of his head and swallow, sucking on him as you continue stroking his shaft, guiding him through his high and taking in every drop of cum he spills into your mouth.

"mm, s'good," you mumble, and his breath stutters, hips trembling and vision going blurry with how hard his orgasm hits him.

and you can't wait to keep sucking him off till he's had enough and starts begging for you to stop <33

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° SAE thinks he can do as he pleases.

and he can! he can, most of the time. you're perfectly fine with it.

but if he thinks he can act up in your face, make it look like you're all over him, as if you're hanging on his arm and ready to obey his every command—

if he thinks he can behave so different (stoic, dominant and unaffectionate) in public, when you both know how he is in private (needy, whiney and always asking to be taken care of) — if he thinks he can get away with that, he's wrong.

"say sorry, sweetheart." you tell sae, giving his hip a sharp slap as he lays slack on the sheets — but even as his eyes roll back into his head, the pretty green getting lost in under his lids and his tears, he sucks in a breath and says nothing.

instead of just doing as he's told, he lets his head fall back into the pillows and pushes the air in his lungs out as a moan.

"think you can just be mean to me and i'll tolerate it, huh?" you say, other hand stroking his cock at a pace impossible for him to handle silently, smirking as the cherry tip leaks cum onto your fingers and trails down the back of your hand in twin milky streaks. "for all your high life, you still haven't learned any manners, sweetheart."

and honestly, it's true — sae is as talented and popular as he is arrogant, but you don't mind it, find it cute, in a way.

until it's directed at you, that is.

you're not just any fan of his, you're his lover. he should be sweet to you, both here and everywhere else. "be a good boy for me, sae. just say sorry, mhm? give me a real, pretty look and tell me how sorry you are, for being an asshole to me like that."

his hands curl into fists when you flick the blushed head of his cock, letting out a hoarse "ah, shit!" under his breath as he grabs the blankets, eyes screwing shut as he tries to stay controlled.

he's so cute, trying so hard when he's already fallen apart at your hands and at the sound of your smooth, silky, taunting voice. "or is it that you like being treated like this, hm, baby?"

his face is already red, cheeks dusted a warm pink, the tips of his ears red and his lips swollen from both your kisses and his efforts to keep his mouth shut — but when he hears you say that, you notice how he blushes even harder still.

of course he likes it. "a little slut, aren't you?"

"f—fuck," he hisses, finally lifting his face up and looking at you, and god, he's a pretty thing.

magenta hair all tousled and messy, hanging over his eyes and sticking to his forehead, gaze unfocused and mouth parted just a little as he lets out short gasp after gasp, in time with the motion of your first around his cock. "mgh—please," he tries, only to throw his head back and moan again, another rope of cum spilling from his overstimulated cock to drip over your knuckles.

he's finally said please — but you slap his thigh again, because he deserves it for taking his fucking time.

"there you go, sae. say that again for me?" you ask, giving his cockhead a little pinch, giggling when his dick jerks in your grip.

"please," he repeats, desperate for a break now. he just can't handle it anymore, the embarrassment, the demanding and the empty pull of his balls — he just can't. "i'm sorry, okay? i— fuck, i won't do it again."

"you sure about that?" you ask, and his eyes widen when he sees you readying your hand for another slap — and he nods, starts babbling, "i'm sure, i'm sure — fuckin' promise i won't be an ass again, so please, please, enough."

the sigh of relief he lets out when you let him go, before he flops back onto the bed, abs and thighs sticky with his cum and sweat and your spit — it's so cute <3 you nearly hope he'll do it again, just so you can take him back home and own him like this.

after all, he does like it.

"you'll be a good boy from now on?" you coo, giving him a kiss on his thigh where you'd slapped him, and he nods wearily, eyes shut. "mhm."

"then," you suggest, a smile creeping onto your face as you trace little hearts on his hip with your fingertip. "would you be a sweet thing and help me cum with that good little mouth of yours, once you've had a break?"

when he takes a minute too long to answer, you dig your fingernail into his hip, and you feel the rush of goosebumps that rise on his skin at the sharp touch as he nods. "m—mhm. i'll do it."

"aw," you laugh, watching how he blushes all over again. "such a good boy <3"

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niyayin · 7 months

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just the thought of spending a cozy night with Julian, his arms wrapped around your figure, your legs tangled with his, the two of you uncomfortably cuddling on the sofa while you're enjoying each other's presence. His eyes are completely immersed in the book he's reading while yours are absorbing each feature of his face. Your fingers are distractedly tracing random shapes on his arm, his warm fingers gently holding with the hem of your shirt.

— I love you.- a smile drapes over his soft lips, and he switches his focus on you, your gentle voice reaching his ears in a tender whisper, your eyes filled with warmth and love.

— I love you, sweetheart. - he replies as he moves a lock of hair behind your ear, letting the back of his hand gently stroke your cheek.

Imagine spending a cozy night with Julian. Oh, he loves you so much.

#the arcana #the arcana julian #julian devorak #julian the arcana #julian x mc #mc x julian #julian x reader #julian devorak x mc #the arcana au #imagine #drabble

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walkingstackofbooks · 3 months

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A drabble on Bajoran Time

Or: Why would a Bajoran hour be the same as an Earth one?

Featuring the classic trope, Julian Bashir's genetically enhanced awareness of time.

The most disorienting thing about living on Deep Space Nine was undoubtedly the time. Not for the reasons you might think - Julian was far from the only new Starfleet resident who had heard "26 hour clock" and assumed that would mean Bajor rotated 2 hours more slowly than Earth. But in fact, a day on Bajor was only 44 minutes - well, 44 minutes, 17 second, 592 milliseconds, to be precise - longer than an Earth day.

Which was good, undoubtedly. Julian had been worried about the physical toll that changing to a 26-hour day would have on the human residents of the station, and although a 44 minute difference wasn't nothing, he was certain the effects would have been greater had a Bajoran hour been the same as a Terran one.

But, of course, it wasn't. It made sense, really - in fact, it would be stranger if a Bajoran hour was the exact same as an hour on Earth. Though Julian couldn't help feel that 60 really was a better number of minutes (Because 39?* Really?! A number with only 4 factors?!), it would have been some coincidence indeed for both planets' history of subdividing time to happen upon the same number.

In some ways it was remarkable that the Bajoran system, splitting their days up into teneyru, loiru and kerriloiru**, was so similar to Earth's hours, minutes and seconds. Each teneyn comprised of 39 loiru, and each loira comprised of 52 kerriloiru. It worked out that a Bajoran kerriloira lasted for 1.689 Terran seconds - which for the average person, wasn't hugely noticeable.***

Julian still hadn't got used to 1300 hours being midday, or that his automatic translation of 1700 hours into 5pm was no longer useful, given that the Bajorans had no concept of AM and PM - and even if they did, it would now be an hour out. He would still talk about time using "half past" or "twenty-five to", before catching himself - and realising there was far less of the hour remaining than he had thought! He was, however, beginning to use the Bajoran equivalent more frequently, getting a secret thrill when he told a patient their appointment was at "thirteens fourteen" or "two-thirteens twelve".****

But these were things that most Federation officers were finding difficult - at least, it seemed to be one of the more common grumbles he overheard in Quark's, definitely among his fellow humans. Non-humans were more diverse in opinion; some found the adjustment easy, having already had to adapt to the Terran time that was the standard used on Starfleet ships, while others found it doubly hard to be learning yet another time system.

What Julian was finding most troublesome to deal with was his until-now fastidiously-accurate internal clock. He had developed it when he was 16, wanting to put his memory through a real test, and figuring that if he could remember precisely how long a second was, he would always know the time. While it hadn't been quite as simple as that - he had spent hours staring at the clock on his PADD - eventually tracking the time had become as automatic as breathing, a calculation that his brain kept permanently ticking in the background. During a bout of illness and extreme boredom during his 1st year at the Academy, he'd even fine-tuned it down to deciseconds, although even he hadn't managed to make it more precise than that.

Which was why he was constantly finding himself off-balance in his time-keeping. For 10 years, he hadn't had to think about what time it was, it had just been there, in his brain. And now, even with a Bajoran clock in front of him, or regular check-ins with the computer, Earth seconds continued to tick by in the back of his mind, an ever-present distraction from getting to grips with station time. Trying to learn the length of a Bajoran second was like listening to a piece of music that you didn't know was written in 5/4 - it felt jarring and off and as soon as he felt that he had gotten to grips with it, a few kerriloiru later and he'd lost it again.

Eventually it would become second-nature, Julian was sure. But he was impatient to get there. For the meanwhile, it meant spending what little free time he had in his quarters, staring at a Bajoran chronometer, and trying to ignore the small pangs of discomfort as the kerriloiru ticked over - 1.689, 1.689, 1.689...

*I've decided Bajorans use a Base-13 system simply because it's fun and they have a 26 hour day. 🤷‍♀️😅

**The words teneyn and loira come from this Bajoran dictionary. Kerriloira is a combination of loira and kerripate (a fraction of a tessipate, a measure of land). The only example of a Bajoran plural I could find was maktal > makteru on this wiki so that's what I went with 😅

*** 1 loira is equivalent to 1 minute and 27.828 seconds. 1 teneyn is equivalent to 57 minutes and 5.292 seconds.

**** Obviously, the logical way to divide a teneyn up is into 3 lots of 13 loiru. Although humans cling so tenaciously to "half-past" as a concept, that eventually station Bajorans do end up adopting it as meaning 19 minutes after the hour.

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Thanks for sticking with me in this silly little maths worldbuilding :P I'm totally not going to go and write up my Bajoran counting system now, that doesn't sound like me at all... 😅😬 (Who am I kidding, sign me up to everything numbers and Star Trek and alien cultures)

#bajor worldbuilding #DS9 drabble #Bajor headcanon #Julian Bashir headcanon #my trek musings #am i procrastinating my fic?#absolutely!#but i wrote most of this up aaaages ago and a fic i just read had an in-depth alien counting system in the notes #and it made me super want to finish this #(Anzoni Anniversary by JacklegPenwright if anyone's interested in an AMAZING Garashir fic with behind-the-scenes worldbuilding insight)#Andi writes #Julian bashir #WSB

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meg-bone · 7 months

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Humphrey bone one shots [scenarios]

a/n hey guys sorry if its not to great this is my first attempt at writing anything like this, just wanted to get it out there because of all the new Humphrey content in season 5, please critique me! no beta read we die like Julian here.

friendship scenarios:

living friend scenarios :

when Humphrey was alive, he was pretty alone in the aspect of friends, the same went down in the afterlife, so when he round out that you could see ghosts he didn't expect much. just for you to ignore him like everyone else does and to get on with the rest of the ghosts. but when you started speaking to him, he was pleasantly surprised. at first he was a little awkward as he usually is but eventually when he got used to you he started opening up, telling you about his marriage and how he felt like everyone would ignore him all the time.

he really enjoys hearing about your traveling experiences and your school days, considering he had near to no experience of travel from when he was younger.

he LOVES to have some company wherever he is, usually when you two would beet and you would find his head on the floor of on the stairs, you'd lie down with him and you could talk to one another for hours.

dead friend scenarios:

when you first died, in all honesty he was quire annoyed, it meant that he would have to another person blatantly ignoring him. he didn't know much about you or your time at the house because of his 'immobility'. you were typically quite antisocial so when you did die, you were quickly scared by the other people in the house, you found comfort in Humphrey as he was the only one who didn't scare you in all honest, all robin would do is yell and Annie and Mary were pretty close friends already, it felt like Sunday school where everyone already had friends leaving you all alone. so when you found out that Humphrey was in the same situation as you, you quickly became good friends, though you had barely anything in common, you enjoyed speaking to him and listening to his stories, he really appreciated someone that was willing to chase down his body for him and carry his head around with you. it made him feel more involved rather than just 'gathering dust on a shelf'

though he did always worry about you passing on, he wouldn't know what to do with himself considering all of the other ghosts just passed him around [literally], so when Annie passed on it really made him realise how great full he was to have you as a friend

romantic scenarios:

I wont be doing any living head canons ATM but feel free to request if you like :)

you two had been friends for what one could consider a life time, or a deathtime. you had both bonded over you situations and your lack of other options, you found comfort in Humphrey, he as much nicer than any of the other ghosts you had ever met. you never had an official ' first date' and in he best way to describe it, it just kind of happened. there was never an official word. but one day both his head and his body agreed that the one thing they both agreed on would be you. though the remained separate on certain occasions, they finally began to work together over time. Humphrey was always very affectionate towards you, even when you were just friends, but now that he and his body agreed, hugs were one of his favourite thing, literally almost every other second he wanted a hug, or just just genuinely be close to one another and considering his lack of romantic affection in his life, he wasn't going to miss out in his death.

he adores for you to comb your hands through his hair and caress his face, this was also one of your favourites as it could be carried out when him and his body are disagreeing, initially you would watch a film with his head in your lap, finding your hands wandering to run through his hair as if they had a mind of their own. though when you found that he didn't mind you made a habit of it, combing his hair with your nails into a specific neat style considering how messy it got sometimes.

warning! mild nsfw content below the line (this is assuming that ghosts can indeed, have sex.) i wont go into detail just a little taste, feel free to request more on this behalf again ill do a sep story

when both of you had started dating, you didn't really think about sex being something that would get brought up considering your lack of living-ness. though with Julian's habits with the plague ghosts you both became very aware of the possibilities to say the least. it took years of awkwardness around the topic for it to get brought up. both of you had grown up in very private lives and sex outside of marriage was never something you would think of. though eventually you became curious about what it would be like, both of you being dead and all. and then it became all you could think of, how his hands would feel, the whole detachable head brought a wide range of filthy ideas into your head, fannys book reading gave you a bit of inspiration for that. Humphrey took longer to warm up to the idea than you did, him being married in his past life that is. though eventually his 'primal urges, would take over and he'd cave in to your desires. he was a major people pleaser. doing whatever you would like him to on command. he wouldn't even touch himself without your word.

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beanswrites · 10 months

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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

#the arcana #the arcana julian #julian the arcana #julian devorak #julian x reader #julian x mc #the arcana mc #mc #requested #fluff #implied smut #the arcana drabble #drabble

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dapandapod · 2 years

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It’s strange to see Jaskier like this. Not just dressed in fine clothes, but dressed as a royalty. It punches the breath out of Geralt’s lungs, firmly draws the line between him and Jaskier, once and for all. Because Geralt is but a witcher, and Jaskier is now a prince. What they shared in the past matters no longer. That kiss in the rain that lit him up like a beacon inside, it will remain a memory, a dream.

But Jaskier approaches him, takes his hand, brings his knuckles up to his lips.

“What a scandal we’ll be, Witcher Mine.”

(written for @thepassifloradiscord drabble challenge)

#geraskier #royalty au #the witcher #geralt of rivia #jaskier #prince!jaskier #geralt x jaskier #dapanda writes #drabble challenge #julian alfred pankratz #the bard of many names

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sickly-qt · 3 months

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Hello!! How about 37. “You’re kidding me, right?”

I still have SUCH a soft spot for your Max, but feel free to use whoever you'd like 🖤

Thank you so much for the prompt!

This is really rough but it's been awhile since I've just sat down and written something based on a prompt... so I hope you're not too disappointed!

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Max pries his eyes open and cringes at the light coming in through his window. His head hurt and there was a churning in his stomach that he had been ignoring for the last 20 minutes that he tried to go back to sleep. His phone rings and he sighs, grabbing it and seeing that it’s Julian.

“Hey babe, I was thinking I could come and pick you up around 2?”

“For what?” he asks groggily.

“You’re kidding me, right?”

“I’m sorry Jules… I just woke up and my head hurts.”

“You’re sick? We were supposed to see Dune 2 today.” He whines.

“Oh fuck, I totally forgot about that. I’m sorry babe, I don’t think I could sit through a movie…” Max sighs and rubs his face, laying on his back in bed. “I think I have a fever and I threw up last night. I still feel sick.”

“Okay, don’t worry about it… Do you need anything? I could stop over and bring some ginger ale or soup and crackers and something.” Max could hear the disappointment in Julian’s voice but was relieved when he didn’t give that much of an argument.

“No, I don’t need anything. My mom said that she was going ro run to the store to get stuff when she came to check on me.”

“Do you want me to come over? We can see Dune next weekend but I would still like to see you?” Julian asks quietly.

“Yeah you can come over. My stomach is still upset but I think I’m done puking.”

“Cool, I’ll come over in like an hour or so?”

“Yeah that sounds good. That gives me enough time to get a shower and stuff.” Max sits up and closes his eyes to make the room stop spinning.

“I’ll see you soon, Maxi. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

#my ocs #my writing #emeto #julian #max #sickfic #illness #drabble

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friendlyneighborhoodcapricorn · 2 years

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next next next, "oh stop pouting, i'm coming" with a sleepy sleepy julian, and maybe "sad...i have a blanket with all this extra room and no one to share it with" too? it fits together

I literally forgot about this for, like, a week lmao

“Are you almost done?” Julian asked.

You glanced back at him and couldn’t suppress a smile. He’d moved his pillow to the end of the bed so he could rest on his stomach while still looking at you. Although, with the way his hair was falling in his eyes, you doubted he could actually see anything.

You’d have loved nothing more than to join him, but there was a still a pile of books on your desk that you had yet to begin in.

“No,” you sighed. “I have to get this done, my love.”

“Nadia won’t mind if you take a break, you know,” he pointed out. “In fact, she’d probably be upset if she knew how hard you’re pushing yourself.”

“I know, Julian. But this is serious. People are getting sick and we need to find out everything we can about it. If it’s contagious, if it has a magical origin, how to cure it-“

Julian’s soft chuckle interrupted you. “I’m a doctor, (Y/N). I know this is important. But my point is that you won’t be any use to anyone if you keel over in the middle of dinner.”

You knew he had a point, but you were determined to keep going as long as you could. Determined to avoid a second Red Plague.

“Sorry, my love. You’ll have to sleep without me.”

Julian sighed dramatically, rolling over onto his back and letting his head hang over the edge of the bed. “Shame. I have a blanket with all this extra room and no one to share it with…”

“I know what you’re doing, Ilya,” you said, bringing out his old name to show that you were serious.

Julian flashed you a smirk, somehow looking even more striking upside-down. “Is it working?”

“No,” you said stubbornly.

His smirk faded and now he was pouting at you. “(Y/N), please. We’ve barely seen each other all week. I miss you.”

You turned away, staring at the scroll in front of you, but the words refused to register. Behind you, Julian sighed again.

You knew a losing battle when you saw one.

“Oh, stop pouting,” you groaned, pushing the chair back and getting up. “I’m coming.”

Julian smiled. “I knew that would work.”

“Keep going and I’m going to smother you with a pillow, my love.”

#drabble #oneshot #the arcana a mystic romance #the arcana #the arcana drabble #the arcana oneshot #the arcana julian #the arcana ilya #julian devorak #ilya devorak #julian devorak x reader #ilya devorak x reader #the arcana julian x reader #reader insert

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pavardscherie · 1 year

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Could you do some jealous Julian Brandt smut for a female reader please. There’s a criminal lack of Julian smut on here.

— it's the yellow-black, julian brandt

⤷ pairing: julian brandt x female reader ⤷ summary: julian comes home from his match against Frankfurt and sees you in one of his pre-match shirts of his. the shirt just sparks something in him, he can't control.

⤷ warnings: p in v, dirty talk, hand around throat, a little bit of praise kink

⤷ requests are open.

⤷ izzy talks: alright, this idea just came up, and i really don't know how it happened or how i literally wrote this so quickly with little giggles. lol. i didn't fit the jealous part, I'm sorry, but i will probably write another. hope you're still happy!

the stretchy material, colored in the significant bumblebee yellow and deep black, wadded up between his fleshy fingers, julian adjusted himself from his position behind you. his calloused palms could be pressed into the smooth skin around your waist, blemishing your body with marks in purple and blue. yet, he decided against it after seeing you in the expensive long-arm pre-match shirt with his name written on the back.

coming home to such a sight, you snuggled up in front of the television, the television turned on and watching the last match of a saturday night, made him feral. he knew, you've watched him play, you kept your eyes glued to the brightness of the device and searched the pitch for his figure for ninety minutes.

and when you stood up, wanting to welcome him home and congratulate him on the win against frankfurt, his eyes almost popped out of his skull. the way-too-long pre-match shirt with the borussia dortmund emblem reached the mid of your thighs on the front but only ended underneath your ass, barely covering the cheeks. he lost himself at that moment.

innocence glistened in your tired eyes, the exhaustion of staying awake for hours in front of the television, swirled in the color around your black pupils. the second, you stood in front of him on your tip-toes, wrapping your slender arms around his neck and waiting for a kiss, julian changed his mind. picking you up and carrying toward the shared bedroom without a second thought.

exactly how you ended up on all fours, the pre-match shirt in dortmund's colors bunched up around your waist, and julian's right-hand holding on to the material while thrusting into you. hips snapped forward, the sound of skin hitting each other filled the room with a mixture of whimpers and moans from your mouth.

fingernails dug into the pillows underneath you, the harshness of julian's thrusts made it difficult to hold yourself further up. you were tired from a boring day, from the bright light of the television and the warmth of the blanket, but you could never deny such an opportunity. since borussia dortmund fought for the top of the chart, julian has always been busy. improving his skill, attending extra training sessions, and running through the neighborhood.

wetness pooled between your legs, flooding down the insides of your thighs as the speed of julian's pounding increased. balls slapped against your sensitive clit with each hard thrust, angling it perfectly to reach the spot inside of you that triggered the pleasurable waves.

"holy shit, you can't imagine how fucking hot you look in that shirt. my name written on your back, fuck, feels like possessing you, baby." julian's words increased the already twisting feeling in your stomach, your orgasm was closer than expected. a particularly loud moan rolled off your tongue at the last words, hinting at a little kink you tried to keep hidden for quite a while.

but julian caught the change in your moans, the slight increase in volume and the high-pitched part at the end when your voice already started to break. "oh babe, you're mine. fully and completely mine, no one else gets to see you like that."

"i'm your, jule." you spoke between the uncontrollable waves of moans and needy whimpers for your release. julian's arms wandered over your spin, reaching over your shoulder to wrap the fingers carefully around your throat. a necessary action to help you reach a much greater orgasm than you expected in the past minutes.

rough pads pressed into the smooth skin, tightening your windpipe and making it harder to inhale and exhale oxygen. the gestures seemed rough, yet, julian always stayed gentle and careful. pulling you up slowly, he arched your back and allowed your arms to rest from the immense strength of his thrusts, they had to withstand.

his chin placed on your shoulder, his other hand gathered more of the fabric in his palm and pulled on the shirt whenever he pounded into you. a small amount of extra force added with the new position and new actions, your lids fluttered close at the extraordinary feeling.

"are you going to cum for me, my love?" words, merely whispered against the side of your neck, the warmth of his hot breath fanned against your skin and erupted in a new wave of shivers. you nodded your head, not having enough strength anymore to speak with his long fingers wrapped around your throat. "speak to me, or i will stop."

his raspy voice, the deep vocals, had an edge of a warning. like the devil spoke through julian's mouth to you and threatened to leave you unsatisfied. and the football player knew, your delicate fingers could never please you as much as he could with his fingers, tongue, or dick. "yes, i'm so close." you panted, forcing the words out of your mouth in a hurry to assure enough oxygen was left inside of you to breathe normally.

"good, good." julian chuckled quietly, a devilish sound that made it difficult to keep the pleasure-filled haze under control. "then cum for me, babygirl. cum for me, only for me." he punctuated his request with a particularly deep thrust, his hips slamming against your ass and demanding to feel your walls clenching around his painfully hard dick. as if your body wasn't yours anymore, you were pushed into the world of bliss and pleasure.

moans, uncontrollably, spilled out of your mouth. repeating his name between the filthy sounds, it sounded like a prayer. a thankful, little melody for pleasing you so perfectly. attempting to clutch your legs shut, your walls clenched around julian's dick. squeezing the shaft tightly, letting him have a taste of your orgasm. arousal covered his dick further, flooding further down the insides of your thighs, and the warmth was enough for julian to reach his own high.

a couple of deep, quick thrusts, and you felt the white spurts covering your the walls of your pussy. but he wouldn't let it go to waste and kept moving with very lazy and soft thrusts. enough to trigger the soreness further, an already uncomfortable feeling spreading through your exhausted muscles and begging for a break.

"don't want to waste the precious stuff." julian cooed, blowing gentle kisses along the side of your neck, and still holding you tightly in place while fucking his semen tightly into your sore pussy. "mhm." you hummed as an answer, completely worn out from julian's actions, and the way he handled your body.

when he reached a level of satisfaction, julian carefully pulled his limp dick out of your hole, and smiled. the white spurts he left inside of you, stayed in the warmth of your walls. the fabric slipped out of his tight grip, and he wrapped his arms around your waist to lay you down comfortably on the king-sized bed.

"you've been such a good girl for me." the blonde male spoke the good girl-praise so casually as if it couldn't trigger a second orgasm from you in a matter of minutes. "next time, you might wanna wear my jersey." he chuckled, hovering above your body to place a soft kiss on your sweat-covered forehead, and received a tired smile from you for the loving gesture.

"i love you, jule." you whispered, turning on the side and letting your lids flutter close without even attempting to fight it.

"i love you too, sweetheart."

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footballffbarbiex · 4 months

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player: Julian Brandt words: 507 request: Julian Brandt - you / your - 250 - 500 - he comes back from training and finds you asleep on the sofa watching christmas films, you then wake up to him making a fancy dinner for the two of you

Julian had text you when leaving training but hadn’t heard anything back. He’d tried again when he reached the grocery store and sent another text following an ignored call. When the text too went unanswered, he took it upon himself to get things that he knew you’d like. He could of course, come home with only things to make for dinner, but he’d had a good session today and he wanted to come home with a little treat or two to make the evening a good one.

Entering the house, Julian can hear the TV playing which means that you’re definitely home. Rather than calling out, Julian quietly removes his outer clothes and makes his way through as quietly as he can. A glance in the living room confirms his suspicions when he spots you buried beneath the blankets, your phone placed on your hip and fast asleep.

He resists the urge to go over and brush hair from your face and instead, moves on past the room and into the kitchen where he lays everything out and begins to wonder where to start first.

You awake to the sound of a different movie playing to the one you last remember watching. Outside is dark already and though you can’t remember turning on the lamps in the living room, they’re creating a warm glow. Checking your phone shows missed calls from Julian and text messages from over two hours ago.

Crap, you think as you pull yourself up into a sitting position and squint around the room. Only now do you realise that you can smell something cooking, and that certainly wasn’t prepared, let alone started cooking, before you’d settled down to watch a movie. Tapping the phone screen, you notice what time it is, having not really looked at it when you checked your phone last time. If it wasn’t Julian, someone has broken into the house to cook a dinner for the inhabitants.

The smell of it brings you to your feet and the closer you get to the kitchen, the more your stomach rumbles. Julian has changed clothes and his back is to you as you enter, he’s playing music quietly and you can hear him humming along with it.

“Jule, this smells incredible,” you say, your voice making him jump. He spins, stirring spoon dripping with sauce splattering as he turns to face you. Relief falls over his face as quickly as yours had when you realised who was in the house. “Sorry,” a chuckle escapes before you can stop it and you step towards him, swiping a sheet of kitchen roll in the process to wipe up the spillage. “But it does smell beautiful.” You smile at him as you straighten back up and he greets you up close with a kiss.

“I did also pick up some snacks for later.” He gestures to a bag that he’s left on the table and your curiosity gets the better of you.

“If there’s room for something sweet.”

“There’s always room for something sweet.”

#Julian Brandt one shot #Julian Brandt imagine #Julian Brandt blurb #Julian Brandt drabble #Julian Brandt fanfic #Julian Brandt fanfiction #football imagine #football blurb #football drabble #football one shot #football fanfic #football fanfiction

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queen-of-the-moss · 1 year

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Dating Muriel

Short Drabbles:

Muriel gives the best cuddles, it's like being wrapped up with a giant teddy bear.

VERY physically affectionate when he's comfortable.

He always wants to hold your hand, and he won't tell you, but part of it is because he loves to see how tiny your hands are compared to his ♡

He uses the "3 squeezes" code ( 3 squeezes mean "I love you")

He wakes up early so he can feed the chickens and always invites you to come with him.

You find out that Muriel actually hums to himself while he does simple tasks, it's a low rumble, and it's one of the most soothing sounds you've ever heard.

#muriel #the arcana #arcana #love #simps #drabbles #scenarios #the hermit #tarot #magik #story #ideas #just a thought #nadia satrivana #nadia #count lucio #julian devorak #portia devorak #asra

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udaberriwrites · 1 year

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Ultramarine/Humility

(200 words, DS9, gen; spoilers for The Quickening)

When her fellow officers boarded the shuttle from the Teplan homeworld, some of the light in Julian's eyes had snuffed out.

Jadzia had warned her about Julian's futile attempts to eradicate the engineered plague. Kira still hadn't been prepared for the sight he made, with bags under his eyes, refusing to look at her and seeming to try to occupy as little space as possible as he sat on the most isolated seat, no trace of his usual cockiness to be seen.

Kira had seen that kind of defeat before. She had seen it in too-young recruits, in veterans who had been captured, or who had failed an objective and seen the Cardassians retaliate without mercy.

Some of those people lost hope and drifted, too broken to believe again. Some let that bitterness burn up the good they had once had. Still, some rallied and forced themselves to turn that defeat into steel holding their soul together.

Kira engaged the engines, setting course for the station that had impossibly become home, the place where day by day she was earning a victory by reclaiming what her people had once lost.

Silently, she vowed to help Julian find himself again.

#ds9 fic #kira nerys #julian bashir #the quickening #color prompts #day 2 #drabbles

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ecoamerica · 2 months

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lovelybrandt · 3 months

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Football Imagines - My Dream Heart - Julian Brandt Smut

Smut Warning!!!! 🔞🔥🍑

Y/N Julian After Goes To The When You in House Of Manhattan And Brooklyn New York This Is Reality Was A Dream Kind State The City in Palace.

Jule Who Need In Goes April's House See Your Meet Brandt's Girlfriend Name April O'Neil My Best Friend Kimmich's Sister And Donnie's Wife That Sweetest Adorable Is Lovely Has A Teenager Little Princess From Scotland Home Of Edinburgh The Capital City in Nations Europe Of Ally Loyal Sewer Turtle Human

Jule Who Wants in Kitchen Make Tea Rose No Added Sugar And Sweet Pudding Custard Dessert And Strawberry Muffin Tea Cherry Blossom For His Wife April Is Ready Julian Time To Eats Taste Better Delicious is A Sweet Strawberry Muffin Sugar And Fruity Pudding Custard Tea Scent Like Rose Flower From France Better Than Ever Like Perfume And Floral Essential Taste Like Better Yum!!!! Is Too Much Non Sugar Very Better Like Fragrance

April Who Need Time To Eat Please Strawberry Muffin And Pudding Custard Tea Cherry Blossom Sweet Scent Smells Like Perfume Flowers Essential From Japan

Jule And April, Goes Take Need Wants Bedroom Cute Theme Color Yellow Is Soo Adorable Funny Sitting in Bed Duvet Single Size Medium Very Big Large Is Soft And Fluffy Has A Cute What Is Means Not Sleeping Was A Dreaming Everyone Thinking Yes

Julian And April Her Beautifiul Wearing Painted Red Nails Really Want Playing No Touch As Sweet Fun And Cuddle Her Kiss Actually Not Recognize Is Ours Having In Your Heart.

Y/N His Girlfriend April Who Wants Need Undressing She Taking Off Took Her Golden Bracelet And Her High Heels Silver Sandals Shoes And Her Red Dress Ruffle Her Revealing Lacy Black Bra And Panties Her Beautifiul Lace.

April is Hot Sit Her Bed Is Lucky Every Fluffy And Cuddle His Hug Need Love Take His Hand Him And Happy Share Better Than Like Mood When Gets Flirt Leave The Behind Alone Need Her Kissing Just His Husband Was A Dream.

Y/N Julian She Slowly Taking Off Leave In Your Tease Undress Her Shoes Black Sneakers And Her Blue T Shirt Her Black Active Long Pants And Her Revealing Get Harder His White Brief Is Already To Having A Sex In Bedroom

Jule And April Sit In Bed Gets Tweaking Love Hug And Cuddly Adorable Her Push Up Was A Sexy As Reality Funny And Shaking Hug Julian Her Shrugs Touch Breast Oops April Need Her Body Was Your Heart Is Could Wait Happen Breathe When Dream Mad About It

Jule April Frustration Beautifiul Redhead Hair This Lady Was Make Her Groan Silky And Holic Close Your Get Shake Twerking Taste V-Line In Your Lips Moans Very Loud These Remember Crush Is Happy Every Prickly Your Make Me Blush Too Much Pinky Is Cute Miss Insensitive Try Was Believe Dreams Join Life

Jule Are You Her Sexy Moans In Bedroom Thinking Goes Shaking Up And Giggle Was A Little Prince Is Soo Cuddly And Fluff Sweet His Girlfriend Applying With Body Lotion Smells Like Sweet Scent Candy And Berries Isn't Not Is Body Serum Without Cream As Smile Cheeky Punish April And Julian's Pulled Off Her Underwear Gets Dick Frustration Tweaking Ever Traced Again Moaned Her Panted Out Expand April's Mom Who Gets Knocked Door in Bedroom But Very Loud.

Oh No Julian And April Rainy The Weather Rain Cloudy Jule Window That Open in Bedroom Makes Will Close The Windows Over The Slips Hitting On Before Never I Could Wish Something I'm Gonna Just Hotter Was In Heart Badly So Stupid Even Care Really Sense

"Jule" Please Moans Make It Stop Such As Very Loud Ahhhh...........

Jule And April Sit In The Bed Make Her Sleeping Having Make Stop It Lot Of A Sex Was Could Remember What Football Such Has A Heart Make Me Happy Could Say It's Was A Dream Becomes Couple Has A Prince And Princess Sweet Well I Wish Take Your My Times Is Just Quiet Very Make A Kissing After Sleeping In Your Dreams Been Ago While.....

The End!!!

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justaduckarts · 1 year

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Early Morning Thoughts

Y’all want some Eclipse POV?

Star Holder drabble!! :) Takes place waaaaaaaaaay in the future. So, some spoilers. But not terribly so.

There's something so beautiful about the first little streaks of light in the morning. The way they fall over you, framing your silhouette. The way you seem to glow in that soft light. You never even stir. You have no idea that you look so breathtaking in these moments. And every moment after. You have no idea that he's looking. Has been looking. Can't stop looking. And as he is looking at you, laying in the morning light, he knows:

He's hopelessly in love with you.

But as much as he longs to lay there and bask quietly in your splendor, there is work to be done.

He only hopes he never has to choose between you and work.

He’s not sure what he would choose. Not anymore. He was always so strong in his convictions, but your pull on him is somehow stronger.

He wonders if you know just how much you’ve softened his edges.

He wonders if he has hardened yours. He hopes not.

Still, he slipped from the warmth of the sheets and made his way over to the dresser. There’s work to be done.

“Good morning, sir,” Julian is already in the office when Eclipse arrives. The groggy god of darkness regarded him with a small frown. Though, he does his best not to let his gaze linger on the burn scar on Julian’s left cheek. It’s healing well. But it twists Eclipse’s heart to look at it.

“Tell me you didn’t stay up all night again,” Eclipse moved straight for the desk- well, more like straight for the coffee waiting for him.

“On the contrary, sir,” Julian smiled, “you slept in.” The young man seems to be in high spirits.

“Truly?” Eclipse looked up from stirring milk into the bitter drink, evidently surprised. He’s a heavy sleeper, but he’s not used to a full night’s rest. Let alone sleeping in.

“Truly, sir,” Julian nodded, “I suppose we have our guest to thank for that?” Eclipse grinned, taking a seat at the desk.

“Yes, I think you’re right,” he smiled into his drink, “they are quite darling, aren’t they?”

“Forgive me for speaking out of turn,” Julian said, “but it is nice to see you enjoying some time away from work. I haven’t seen you so relaxed in ages.” Eclipse laughs.

“You terrible hypocrite! Worrying about me working too much?” He sipped at his coffee and finds that Julian is right; much of the tension he’s felt in the last decade seems to have fallen from his shoulders.

“Unlike you, sir,” Julian crossed his arms, “I find work relaxing.”

“You’re lucky I enjoy your company,” Eclipse laughed once more, “or you would regret being so brazen.”

“Forgive me,” Julian shrugged, “I suppose I’ve gotten too comfortable.”

“There’s nothing to forgive, Julian,” Eclipse pushed his spectacles onto his face, “you’re more than my assistant, I think we both know. You’ve been a great friend.”

“Thank you, Eclipse,” Julian’s smile widened, “I’ll go and start breakfast.”

“Thank you, Julian.”

The door closed quietly a moment later. Eclipse sighed, looking over the day’s work. A smile found its way onto his face. It was shaping up to be a good day.

#justaduckarts #star holder au #star holder #eclipse fnaf #eclipse x reader #julian my beloved #they are friends #drabble #fluff

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beanswrites · 10 months

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Something There ♡︎

a cute little drabble for Asra x Julian (or Asrian, lol) from The Arcana requested by the wonderful @bakerozza!! they are an amazing artist for the arcana fandom, so make sure to check their blog out!!

if you liked this drabble or just this ship, maybe you'll like my one-shot "Been Alone For Far Too Long"!!

pairing: Asra Alnazar x Julian Devorak (from The Arcana)

tags: fluff, catching feelings, realizing feelings

summary: Asra shamelessly teases Julian which results in him realizing his feelings for him

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"How weird seeing you here, Doctor Devorak" Asra sarcastically hummed upon seeing his long-time friend nestled in his favorite chair in the Rowdy Raven.

"I can say the same about you, Asra" The doctor raised his face to look up at the magician, giving him a slight smirk.

"Are you waiting on Portia? Or maybe.. someone else?" The magician teased Julian about his almost non-existent romantic life, but as he said it, an unknown feeling of jealousy spread throughout his chest.

"No, just me tonight-"

"Great!" Asra didn't even ask whether he could slide in the chair next to him, but he knew Julian wouldn't mind. Yeah, sure, they snickered and bickered, but both of them silently agreed they loved each others company.

The ginger didn't move an inch, staring right into Asra's sea-deep violet eyes.

"Julian?" Upon noticing this, Asra practically purred his friend's name, never missing a good chance to tease.

"Hm?" The doctor simply hummed, way too tired and drunk to form words.

"Do I have something on my face for you to be staring like that? If I didn't know you, Devorak, I'd guess you were admiring me~" Every his word was meant to raise embarassed blush in Julian's cheeks. However, that surprisingly didn't happen. He only started chuckling sweetly, placing his hand on top of his mouth.

Asra liked that. It was cute, in a way. Oh god, did he just think that Julian was cute?!

"No, Alnazar, you certainly don't. You're just- Your eyes are just- Damn it, Asra, have your eyes always been that pretty?"

Even though it could've just been the ungodly amount of alcohol he drank talking (since Julian was never bold like this), Asra was practically floored.

No, this wasn't how their little teasing game would go - Asra was the one who teased, and then Julian would blush and deny it. No, this was never supposed to happen. It wasn't fair. Shit, it was so unfair! Julian wasn't supposed to be that smooth and kind, he wasn't supposed to look that cute with that slight tint in his pale cheeks and with his aburn locks furrowed!

These kinds of feeling- Were they here all along, and Asra was too blind to notice them? Or did they spring up just now?

Have Julian's eyes always been so pretty?

That's all, thank you for reading, and thanks again to bakerozza for inspiring this drabble! Follow for more! <3

#the arcana #the arcana asra #asra alnazar #the arcana julian #julian devorak #asra x julian #asrian #drabble #the arcana drabble #my writing #how am i cranking out so much writing all of a sudden??#ships #the arcana ships #request #requests open

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