#judal

[dekmael]

[satsuha]

マギ

[rene-darling]

[imagine]

...catching feelings for your sneaky link...

Dom/topGn!reader [talks about thrustin from strap or dk up to you.]

Something isn't right, it doesn't feel right. It's not his first time, you're not taking his virginity or some shit, hell- this isn't even the first time you two fucked. But something about the mood, this fuck session was...off.

Your thrusts were deep and- slow, which- wasn't entirely unusual maybe you're tired? You sometimes go slower when you start- no. Fuck, it was a few hours into your fuck session and the entire time you went so deep!

You went fast when he whined for it you kept at a pace most pleasurable to him. Why? It- it wasn't like he was your boyfriend or some shit. You didn't need to be all sappy and slow, hah, did you lose your touch?

Why're you touching him like- like he's delicate. Soft and- like you- fuck who do you think he is? He's [______] he doesn't need to be treated softly, he can handle it. He can fuck. He won't break he can endure it, he- so why does he like it. All soft 'n shit.

"Have y-you gone soft on mhm- me." He finally built up the courage to confront you about your weird..behaviour

Bringing your hand up, you touch his face, his cheek. You didn't slap him even though he flinched as his face tightened in preparation for that. "You're the one, who's gone soft." He's crying, globs of tears flowing down his numb face, fuck. Why's he crying?? You aren't going rough so he has no excuse. Shit. Maybe he has gotten soft on you.

He- he doesn't know what to say- or do- shit. Are you gonna stop? Leave him like this? He's pretty useless if he can't handle you, fuck who would've imagined him, of all people melting into your soft touches crying over some basic decency.

"I- uh mm..hic..I don't-..uh..mm hic-" shit what is he doing? Looking up at you, trying to formulate a sentence as his stream of tears turn into rivers, drool dripping down his lips, as his mouth opens and closes like some damn fish. Looking up at you with his glossed-over eyes, his body seems to pull away from you, trying to curl up into himself.

Since.. your arrangement started, there were only two rules, no catching feelings, and- no kissing on the lips, made to protect the first rule. You've wanted to break it many times yet never had the guts to cross that line, yet, here you are. Lips crashed into his as he pulls you back into him, closer. This time curling into you rather than himself, arms around your shoulder and back as you break away, shock prevalent in those glazed eyes, and a gling of something else too.

"fuuuck, [_____]. Maybe- hah..maybe I am the one going soft after all."

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[hrrtkreuz]

"i have the world's one and only 24 karat gold DolliBaba"

[mythsoil]

chat i made stickers

[thatsitso]

Give this guy some lipstick 🫦,,,,

[renhaku]

[gunuds]

judar relationship headcanons ᛝ 🤎

A/N: this was a request! i'm SO SO sorry it took me this long to finish it but i was genuinely running so low on creative juice. i was genuinely blanking every time i opened google docs （＞人＜；）my only hope is that the hcs are at least good enough to make up for how long it took me to get around to writing them </3

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ warnings : none 𓂃꩜ reader's gender not mentioned

Judar would initially balk at the thought of being with someone serious or at least stern with him—after all, he’s had to deal with his stick-in-the-mud handlers all his life.

“Those types are so BORING! Always getting in the way of my fun, never just shutting up and minding their own business—in what universe would I want to end up with someone like that!?”

He’d come to find that it’s those serious types—someone who could temper his spirit, firm and able to reel him in and keep him grounded—is exactly what he needs. You’re the yin to his yang.

You’re the type to put your foot down and not waver, and he finds that quality incredibly admirable, and frankly, rather sexy of you.

At first, he’d take it as simply playing the long game with you; letting you think you were the one in charge when you’re nothing but a fly compared to a magician as great as him, before forcing you to concede, crushing you and your ego. It’s a little different than the mind games he’s played on others, but you’d be no challenge, right?

(Wrong… So wrong…)

Not only do you not entertain his games at all, you also don’t shy away or cower from Judar’s status as a magi, whether or not you’re anyone considered important. You demand respect from him and refuse to let him make a fool of you. Eventually, he’d be the one forced to concede, finally relenting and giving up on targeting you.

You make his days brighter and more fun. He spends less time bothering random servants and retainers around the palace or pranking members of the Organization—why would he do that when he has you?

He would be the type to abandon his meetings and responsibilities to bother chat with you; when you ask him about said duties, he’d wave you off with his usual blasé attitude, draping his arm over your shoulders.

“Oh, forget them! Those old creeps don’t have anything interesting to talk about, as per usual! Now, how about a game of checkers? You didn’t give me a fair chance last time!”

As much as he’d love to spend everyday with you, Judar is often away for weeks at a time doing rituals, assignments, and god-knows-what with the Organization. He shares his dream of running away with you and abandoning his miserable life with Al-Thamen to travel the world together, perhaps even picking up a king candidate along the way.

I think Judar would be rather protective of you, refusing to leave you alone with any Organization members. He’s seen the darkest aspects of the world, been forced to live with them before he ever had the chance to defend himself—he never wants you to fall into the same trap he did.

You make him less of a pessimist; sure, for the most part, the world is a pretty shit place, but that’s due to the compounded actions of many systems throughout the course of history. You help him realize that if people can bring evil into this world, they also have the ability to bring good, and that things are never truly hopeless. After all, how could they be when someone like you, who brings him so much joy he fails to put it into words, is around?

Judar’s favorite love languages are quality time, physical touch, and gift giving.

He LOVES showing you off—it’s not only a matter of pride, but also he wants to rub the fact that he’s with you in people’s faces.

He likes PDA for the above mentioned reasons (also he just can’t keep his hands off you), but won’t do it if you’re against it. He will still sneak an occasional fat smooch or lovetap and cackle at your protests while running off.

He is very pampered and spoiled, and he can act like a whiny brat with you. He’ll constantly get in the way of your work and demand you entertain his antics. Sometimes he’ll nag you all day to drop whatever it is you’re doing, and when you finally relent (after finishing your priorities), he’ll simply tell you to join him on his peach tree.

The first time it happened, you were left dumbfounded as you watched him climb up there; why was he so hellbent on the two of you hanging out if he just wanted to laze around in the palace gardens? A feline grin would grace his pretty face, and he’d lean onto the sturdy tree, leg dangling off the branch.

“You should be overjoyed, ecstatic even! I don’t just let anyone sit on my tree, much less eat my peaches. This is the privilege of a lifetime!”

You heaved a deep sigh, pinching your temple as though it pained you to be around the magi. Deep down, you were rather giddy that he had chosen you out of everybody else to sit with him. You knew how overprotective he was of his favorite lounging spot; all of his servants knew not to get too close to it, and Judar himself insisted that he be the one to trim and take care of it.

That day is one of his fondest memories, and he always makes it a point to make sure he has extra peaches harvested for you to eat whenever he wants to spend the day hanging out with you in the gardens.

In fact, he almost always has peaches for you. If you mention being hungry around him and he has one on hand, he’ll give it to you despite wanting to eat it himself— but not without making a show of how you always take his food. (Liar. He was secretly hoping you’d ask.)

Judar is an incredibly generous lover, and he thrives off of making you feel special. He absolutely lives for the cute little expressions you make when he brings you an item you’ve offhandedly mentioned wanting, or the way you practically melt when he loudly proclaims his adoration of you.

You can never keep anything on your wish list for very long because Judar makes it a point—no, a mission, his personal mission to get you everything you could possibly want. You learned early on into your relationship that there was no point in trying to be frugal or humble because he wouldn’t dare let you live in any standard beneath perfection.

He likes to dedicate magic spells to you. Every year on your birthday, he gives you your own special display of his magic as a show of his appreciation for you always entertaining him; levitating while holding up corny signs, creating “fire”works out of giant ice shards that burst into soft, glittering snowflakes, making shapes and writing your name in the sky with lightning. It's all the more worth it when he gets to see the awestruck look on your lovely face—he makes sure to burn that image into his memory, that sight ingrained in his mind just for him.

He’ll often tell you all about his travels and the people he sees, and he especially likes talking crap about his enemies with you. The two of you will often gossip back and forth in his garden—him, about his enemies (his misadventures with “the Idiot King” is often a topic of conversation for you two), while you talk about the haughty retainers and courtiers of the palace.

Judar loves seeing you wear his makeup or jewelry—on one of your birthdays, he gave you a matching cuff and choker, designed exactly like the ones he wears. You were incredibly touched by the meticulous detail of making sure the gem and metal were ones that suited your appearance, as well as flustered by the implied meaning of him leaving his mark on you in the form of his accessories. For practical reasons, you rarely wear them, but you always remember the gifts in the back of your mind, imagining any possible future outfits where you could wear them… how about on your wedding day, perhaps?

once again, to the person who requested, i sincerely apologize for how long it took me to finish these (≧﹏ ≦) i hope you still enjoyed!

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