#magi the labyrinth of magic x reader

[megumismyhusband]

sinbad was relentless.

it started as a game—teasing him, making him work for your attention, watching as the ever-so-charming king of sindria struggled to win you over. but somewhere along the way, the game stopped being just a game. somewhere between his lingering glances, his effortless laughter, and the way he always, always made sure you were taken care of, you found yourself teetering on the edge of something dangerously real.

still, you held out.

but sinbad never wavered.

he showed up at your clinic with excuses that grew weaker by the day. “just checking in,” he’d say, as if you didn’t know he’d been healed by your magic not even a week ago. he sought you out at banquets, at meetings, even during the quiet moments before sunset, when the world slowed and it was just the two of you standing on the palace balcony with the ocean breeze in your hair.

“tell me,” he mused one evening, voice low, warm, hopeful. “how much longer do I have to chase you?”

you should have teased him. you should have smirked, leaned in close, and left him hanging just like you always did.

but for once, you didn’t feel like playing.

instead, you turned to him, eyes soft, lips curving into something genuine.

“not much longer,” you admitted, before finally, finally closing the distance between you.

[theoneandonlynightshades]

Sinbad Head Cannons

Since the two you you started dating women were all over him

He is very jealous and overprotective you you

Definitely has a praise and daddy kink

He is very persuasive

He’ll take you on walks every where

The two of you will just sit outside enjoying the fresh air

Kougyoku Ren is definitely jealous of your relationship (she can stay jealous)

He would sneak out of his room to get to the kitchen for a late night snack

He loves cuddling on cold nights (he keeps the windows open on purpose)

He will bring random gifts when he returns from an adventure (like fruit, jewelry, clothes, etc)

[sh1-n0bu]

Dear Judal/Judar, (From Magi: The Labyrinth of Magic),

Hello! How are you doing these days? I've heard from a source that you've been busy with your duties lately. It's not easy being a Magi, from what a little boy with blue hair told me.

Do you still take time to care for yourself, such as doing your makeup and hair? I remember it being really pretty the last time I saw it, though, my memory might not be the best. Years of working yourself as a slave in the slave trade does that for you, I suppose.

Right, the reason I'm writing this letter. Today is actually my last day of being a slave. I wish I could say that I'm finally being freed from my shackles from all these years, but that isn't the case.

Unfortunately, I will be killed tomorrow for the death of my master.

I'm writing this letter from my cell while waiting for the executioners to take me away, to the person I value the most. I still can't think of a reason why you helped me that day when I was attacked by those bandits. Perhaps it was for your own benefit, or you simply did it out of boredom. That seems like something you would do.

Or the occasional nights where you visited my barren room to accompany me. Those visits might've been small to you, but to me, they were more precious than any gold or gems I've seen. You made life feel like it was worth living a little longer in.

I may have only met you sparingly, but you've given me advice and wisdom that helped push me forward, to keep striving for what I wanted. Even if it was selfish.

In the end, all I truly wanted was you.

Sincerely, a friend.

I hope this letter finds its way to you, even after I pass.

𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜! 𝙣𝙤𝙗𝙪’𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙞𝙡 𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙘𝙚!

to: judar from magi

being a magi was, in all honesty, fucking boring. at least, to someone like judar.

he hated the constant bows and kneeling, the constant titles, names that are bestowed upon him. the duties of a magi, of having to choose a king so that one day, his chosen king would actually become a successful one rather than some pathetic excuse of a ruler. don’t even get him started on the annoying meetings, rituals, magoi training, diplomatic reasonings and travelings. ugh. at least he can run away from those boring, long, arduous meeting to have some fun in the gardens.

by fun, the arrogant magi meant slacking off as he bites into another random peach he stole from the kitchen on the way there. or even by running away from the castle’s depressing walls to see what was different on the outside world since the last time he visited. he could also hear some of those pathetic elder magicians cry out as they chase after him in a measly attempt to bring him back to his "duties" as they call it. duties, his ass. all the magi saw were bunch of papers, scrolls and more boring meetings with diplomats. he wanted to have some fun, y'know?!

it was during one of those usual running away from duty moment when he saw something that barely managed to pique his interest. a slave, judging by the chains keeping their feet together to not let them run away, but somehow protecting a kid as they face off against a bunch of hooligans looking to make names for themselves. judging by the lack of magoi fluttering around the adult slave, they weren't a magician, a dungeon capturer, a household vessel user nor even a fanalis. the slave was just some random human who was acting as a hero to protect the kid covering behind them.

judar should have left when the first punch landed and yet something compelled him to stay. to watch how the common, unlucky folk suffer while he goes on about his day and night like nothing is out of place within the safety and comfort of the palace walls. watch as how even when threatened with the most vile and terrifying actions imaginable against them, the human persists to keep a random child safe.

to intervene when the third punch landed.

the dark magi doesn’t know what compelled him to act out or to protect this random slave and a homeless child. they meant nothing to him, just some random poor folk that he saw. yet something felt weird. seeing how the unlucky get treated simply for being born unlucky caused him to stay and to protect them when they could provide him absolutely nothing. not even a fickle of entertainment. magis are the ones who have stayed at the top of the food chain since the beginning of time and will continue to do so. the magois and rukh of the world and people are at their disposal, ready to carry out their command at any given moment.

yet here judar was, protecting some two strangers whose rukhs barely flickered enough to cause some color. such fickle beings, such unlucky creatures and yet here he was… here he was reaching a hand out to help them on their feet, accompanied with a “are you two alright?”. what has gotten into him all of a sudden? whatever it was, it didn’t go away after saving their lives. no, it stayed and lingered on forcing him to do the same.

since there was nothing else to give the twisted magi some sort of entertainment at the time, he decided to continue to stay with the pair. and he continued to do so even at the following days when he no longer needed to save them. just his presence hovering around the pair was enough to shoo away any other assholes that wanted to cause them harm. and in a way, judar felt happy that no one was hurting them, at being their protecter in a sense.

everyday, judar would find himself running away from his duties at the kou castle to pay a visit to the slave he helped. the child had disappeared one day he returned and all the explanation he got was that the child had escaped. how? no one knows. but the adult who was left behind had an odd sense around them. their rukh was starting to dim and become more slower. were they sick? they didn’t look like it. but just in case they were indeed getting sick, he whispered a few health spells on them alongside a protection one before leaving.

each day judar comes to spend some time with the slave — while also using it as an excuse to run away from his magi work — he started to look forward to these little moments in his life. a peach from the castle one day, a fruit on the market square he saw on another day, a beautiful yet a simple looking ring one of the merchants were selling. each time he brings a little gift, the slave always bashfully denies it at first, saying that they were a slave and not a worker. each time judar made them accept his gifts.

judar will never confirm it out loud but he loved the little meetings he had with them. they were… nice. kind to him. not the bootlicking type of kind that he runs into everyday but the kind that is genuinely coming from the bottom of the heart and he felt that. judar enjoyed the little laughs the slave would make whenever he tells a joke or a funny story from the castle. the little dimple in their cheeks and the bright smiles. judar liked the look of awe on their face whenever he showed them a small trick — a little show of rukhs swarming at the tip of his wand or the icy flower he creates at random before tucking it behind their ear.

the prideful magi would never say it, but… he loved this person. this kind person who just gotten unlucky.

“i’ll get you out of here, alright? wait for me. i’ll come back tomorrow to set you free”

yet where were you? the rooms that you usually clean were being cleaned by another servant. when the servant in the room saw him, they dropped their towel to the floor in shock. but judar didn’t care if the servant was about to drop to their knees to honor his title or anything. he had no time for it.

“you didn’t knew, high magi? their master was killed and so, all the master’s slaves must be killed as well” the poor shaken up servant explains, handing him a letter as well. taking the letter, the magi wasted no time in ripping open the letter to read its content. judar was seeing red. he always had a certain amount of hate towards those who worked in the slave trades. he may be egotistical at times but judar still had feelings and emotions.

and right now, he was enraged.

“where? where did the executioners took them?” he asked frantically, almost sounding like a madman as he forces the poor servant to answer him. if his past self had looked at himself now, he would have laughed at the look on his face. maybe even mock himself for even daring to become this soft. but he didn’t care for that or how soft he had grown since meeting them. right now, he was just focused on finding them. and this time, he will hold his promise and set them free.

[eumothellorious]

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[sani-chan]

Magi: The Labyrinth of Magic

[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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[genderfluid-insomniac]

Can I have SNB Sinbad slowly starting to fall in love with his fem childhood friend

Sinbad x reader as childhood friends to lovers

He loved you so much when he was younger but really didn’t want to leave you and wanted to bring you with him. There was a chance you could get hurt and he didn’t want that to happen so he promised you that he’d see you again, leaving you with a kiss and a letter. “I love you and I promise I’ll be back. Read this letter whenever you feel lonely.”

He didn’t want to leave at that but the last few days that he had with you he spent the most he could and showed you the route that he planned to take. You loved his idea and planned to support it no matter what. You just hoped that he would be okay no matter what and hugged him for what seemed like hours, making him promise to send you a letter.

Sinbad did as you asked and sent you a letter every time he arrived in a new country, updating you on his plans and assuring you that he was safe and planned to come back to you. Years passed and you both grew, never seeing each other in person but one day you got a letter from the person you longed to see the most. Sinbad had invited you to stay in his kingdom for a couple of weeks and reconnect after all these years and of course, you accepted.

When you arrived he was right at the docks waiting to pick you up and time seemed to stop as you both took each other in, admiring each beautiful feature of the other and running into each other's arms. Sinbad wasted no time and asked to kiss you, promising to show you around and make up for old times.

Most of the days are spent in each other's arms and Sinbad showering you in lavish clothing, and gold, showing off how powerful he was and promising to protect you or spar with you if you want. Telling you all about how he adored you as children and reminiscing about old times.

[marsinb]

Hii o//

I really like your writing and if you have open requests could you do marriage dynamics with Ja'far? Plss

Hi and TYSM anon!!! I appreciate your compliments on my writing 😭💗💗 Im getting into my ja'far phase slowly, please read to the end for the little drabble I made 💗

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Ja’far is deeply committed to the marriage, seeing it as a lifelong vow rather than a romantic arrangement.

He doesn’t fall in love easily, but once he does, it’s all or nothing. He considers marriage a sacred bond — not just love, but duty, trust, and partnership. You never have to question his loyalty — he’s yours, entirely.

He opens up slowly, peeling back emotional layers with time and trust.

Early on, he struggles to express vulnerability. His assassin upbringing and years of political maneuvering taught him to mask feelings, but in the safety of your marriage, he begins to share — first small things, like insecurities, then deeper confessions about fear, guilt, and his desire for peace.

He often overworks, taking on far too much to protect others, sometimes forgetting to take care of himself.

You’ll often find him staying up late buried in documents or coming home long after dark, looking exhausted but refusing to complain. He believes he must always be “useful” and doesn’t want to burden you. You’d often have to pull him away from work and insist he rest — he’ll protest, but deep down, he’s grateful.

Domestic life with Ja’far is quiet, structured, and peaceful — your shared space is his sanctuary.

He likes order in his home. Things are neatly arranged, meals are at regular times, and there’s a calm, predictable rhythm to your days. He finds comfort in routines with you — tea in the early morning light, tending to a small garden, reading or writing in the evenings. These simple acts become sacred rituals.

He shows love through action, not grand declarations — thoughtful gestures are his language of affection.

He might not say “I love you” constantly, but he remembers your favorite foods and prepares them, notices when you're tired and takes over chores, or leaves little notes reminding you to eat or rest. His love is consistent and reliable, woven into daily life.

Physical affection is reserved but deeply meaningful — he’s not flashy, but his touch carries emotion.

In public, he’s composed — maybe a hand at your back or a brief touch on your shoulder. In private, he craves closeness: holding you while you sleep, brushing his fingers through your hair, resting his head in your lap when he’s tired. He finds peace in physical connection, using it to ground himself.

Arguments with Ja’far are rare but intense; he becomes cold and overly logical when hurt.

He dislikes conflict in his personal life, but when upset, he withdraws and speaks with clipped words. He rarely yells, but his tone can sting. After cooling off, he always seeks resolution. He reflects deeply on your words and will approach you with honesty and a sincere apology, often offering a quiet gesture to show remorse — a touch, a favor, or simply the words, “I was wrong.”

He’s extremely protective, sometimes to the point of being overbearing, especially if you’re in danger.

His instinct is to shield you — from threats, political intrigue, even from stress. He may try to take on too much to “spare” you, believing it’s his role to protect you at all costs. This could lead to tension, especially if you want to stand beside him equally — but with time, he’d learn to trust your strength too.

He fears losing you or causing you pain more than anything; the idea of failure in marriage haunts him.

His past has taught him that people can be taken, that mistakes can cost lives. He sometimes wakes from nightmares, reaching for you in the dark to make sure you’re still there. In these moments, he clings to you silently, his usual composure shattered. Your presence is the only thing that soothes him.

He’s hesitant about having children, worried he might fail as a father or pass on darkness from his past.

He might resist the idea at first, fearing the responsibility or the danger to your family. But through deep conversations, he’d begin to see it differently — as hope, as legacy, as a chance to give a child a life he never had. He’d be a fiercely devoted parent — loving, involved, but also cautious and strict.

As a father, he’s protective but deeply invested — he teaches discipline, kindness, and responsibility.

You’d find him reading to your child, training them in self-defense, or patiently guiding them through lessons. He’d watch them with quiet awe, often overwhelmed by love and disbelief that he helped create something so pure.

He battles inner demons — nightmares, guilt, and the weight of his responsibilities — and needs your support to stay grounded.

There are days where he’s distant, lost in thought, or overworking to numb himself. You become his anchor, offering comfort, reminding him he’s allowed to rest, to feel, to be human. He never takes your support for granted, always trying to repay your kindness in ways that matter.

Romantic moments are rare but powerful — stargazing on palace balconies, quiet dances in the privacy of your home, soft words before sleep.

He doesn’t need big gestures; a moment of peace with you, your hand in his, the world momentarily silent — that’s enough for him. He might whisper rare compliments, his voice low and sincere, telling you that with you, he’s finally at peace.

He values you as an equal — your opinions, your strength, your insight — he leans on you and respects your role in his life.

He seeks your counsel, confides in you about political matters, and wants you by his side in decision-making. He never treats you as someone to be protected and kept away — you’re his partner in all things, his other half.

Your love becomes his refuge, your marriage a place of safety and healing — a quiet, strong bond that withstands time and trials.

With you, Ja’far finds the peace he’s always longed for — a life not just of duty and sacrifice, but of shared laughter, warmth, and the knowledge that he’s not alone.

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The palace was too quiet for Ja’far’s liking.

He wasn’t used to stillness. His life was made of movement — the rustle of paperwork, the clink of weapons, Sinbad’s voice echoing down corridors with some new plan half-baked and reckless. But today... it was quiet.

The calm before something monumental.

Ja’far adjusted the collar of his formal robes again, the fabric stiffer than what he preferred, but he wore it without complaint. His reflection in the mirror stared back, composed as ever, but his mind was racing. Not with nerves, exactly — it was something deeper, harder to name.

A knock sounded. “Ja’far? You ready?”

It was Sinbad, of course. Ja’far sighed, reaching for his headband before opening the door. “I was ready thirty minutes ago. You’re the one who usually makes people wait.”

Sinbad grinned, leaning casually against the doorframe. “True, but I figured today, I’d give you space to… you know, panic.”

“I’m not panicking.”

“You’re panicking *internally.*” Sinbad stepped in, clapping a hand on Ja’far’s shoulder. “It’s okay. I get it. You’re about to marry someone way out of your league.”

Ja’far shot him a flat look. “You’ve had that joke planned for weeks, haven’t you?”

Sinbad laughed, stepping back. “Maybe. But seriously, take a breath. You’re not walking into a battle. You’re walking toward them.”

Ja’far’s expression softened at that, and for a moment, the tension in his chest eased. He gave a nod, straightening. “Yeah. I know.”

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The hall was filled, but Ja’far barely noticed the guests — diplomats, generals, old friends, all waiting with polite smiles and ceremonial formality. None of it mattered.

Only the doors ahead mattered.

When they opened, and you stepped in, everything else fell away.

You met his gaze, eyes wide but warm, and he exhaled slowly, tension fading with each step you took toward him.

“You’re staring,” you whispered when you reached him.

Ja’far blinked, then offered a rare, faint smile. “You’re beautiful. I’m allowed to stare.”

Your cheeks warmed, and you reached for his hand — he took it immediately, fingers tightening around yours like an anchor. He always held your hand like that — firm, grounding, like he was silently promising not to let go.

The officiant began to speak, but neither of you really heard the words. Ja’far leaned in slightly, murmuring under his breath so only you could hear.

“Are you sure about this?”

You gave him a mock-glare. “You’re asking me *now*?”

“Just confirming.” His thumb brushed over your knuckles. “You can still run if you want. I’ll cover your escape.”

You snorted softly, squeezing his hand. “Not a chance. I’m staying right here.”

A breath escaped him — half-laugh, half-relief. “Good.”

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Later, when the ceremony ended and the formalities faded, you found yourselves alone in the garden courtyard behind the palace, away from the noise. The sky had begun to dim, stars blinking into view. Lanterns flickered gently around the edges of the garden path, casting soft light.

Ja’far stood beside you, hands behind his back, posture relaxed for once.

“This is strange,” he murmured.

You tilted your head. “What is?”

“Peace. Stillness.” He looked at you, eyes thoughtful. “I’ve lived my life preparing for battles. Making plans. But now… I don’t have to fight for this. You’re here.”

You stepped closer, leaning against him lightly. “You’ll still have battles. Just not alone.”

His arm slid around your waist, pulling you in. “No. Not alone.”

There was a long pause, the kind Ja’far never seemed to mind. Then, he murmured, “Thank you. For staying. For seeing me.”

You turned to face him fully. “Always.”

And with that, he leaned in, pressing his forehead to yours — a silent vow, soft and steady, like the man himself. Not flashy, not loud — but unshakable.

Just like your love.

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Here you are anon! Please enjoy 💗💗

[lexsssu]

Tame (Ren Kouen)

TAGS: Kouen/Dragoness!reader pining, arranged marriage, smut, oneshot Ao3 ver. | Ko-fi | Commissions (OPEN)

The first time he met you, you were a vision in pure ivory as the pearly tresses that crowned your head tumbled down your shapely back in rippling waves. A blinding white light glowed in your dainty hands as you flew in the air with the great wings upon your back.

“ [̷̙̠̣̆͠I̸̭͑̊ġ̴̥̬n̶̩̯̈́̿i̵̥̝̘͌̕͝ṣ̶̳̦͑ ̴̪͝M̴̼̥̌͌͝a̶̫̾́̄x̴̱̉͝i̷͇͘m̶̻̳̎̚ȧ̴̬]̴̩̒ “

An explosion akin to the same that created the universe itself turned everything white and for a moment Kouen thought that he would be engulfed and reduced into nothingness.

“Sorry about that. But I got you now, Kouen-san” 

He feels a pair of soft arms circling his narrow waist and a comforting heat press against his body as if to shield him.

The crimson-haired prince doesn’t remember passing out, regaining awareness as he found himself laid on the ground surrounded by his family and subordinates who all fussed over him. However, there was no sign of you anywhere near him and it is only when he meets with the Sindria faction that he spots you beside one of the generals, most likely your father or older brother given the draconic features you both sported and the protective stance he was in. 

Following behind Drakon as your group approached the Kou Empire faction, you couldn’t help but feel as if you were being watched. You simply brushed it off however, surmising that it was probably just a curious onlooker intrigued by your rather exotic characteristics seeing as you and your adopted father made for quite the pair on the battlefield.

You never catch the heated coral eyes that never stray from your figure during the whole exchange.

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The second time Kouen properly meets you, you are a vision in red. The traditional crimson bridal attire of his kingdom adorns your body beautifully, contrasting against your snowy locks and silvery facial scales, making them stand out even more.

While he did want to meet you again, the last place he’d imagined it was within your bridal chambers as the both of you were wedded to one another as part of a political alliance that ensured continued peace and even mutual aid between Sindria and the Kou Empire. It was inevitable that he would marry for political reasons even before he became the crown prince, but it still feels like a blur that he’d suddenly found himself about to consummate his marriage with the object of his apparent interest.

“Please be gentle with me.” Bashful golden eyes tried to focus on anything except the man, unwilling to meet his gaze as this was obviously a first for their owner.

You’d never even had a boyfriend back in your old world and yet now you’re already married and about to lose your purity!

Despite the power this new body of yours possessed, it trembled and shook ever so slightly in nervousness and anticipation. It doesn’t even occur to you that you’ve closed your eyes until the prince’s low chuckles slithered into your ears and his rough hand grabbed a hold of your chin to tilt your head up. 

“Don’t worry, dear wife. Tonight I shall pamper and worship you the way you ought to be.”

There is no time for you to digest his words as you found your mouth muffled and pried open by another pair of ruthless lips, his longer and more skillful tongue laying claim to every corner of your mouth as if it were territory to be subjugated. Your inexperienced self was no match against the healthy virile man who was not just a leader amongst his people, but also a Dungeon Capturer who wielded multiple djinn under his control. 

Kouen’s hands weren’t idle as they pinched, groped, and kneaded your body until finger-shaped bruises joined the litany of lovebites he’d left with his mouth and tongue. There was barely anything you could do other than squeak, whimper, moan, and cry out as your body was played with until your toes curled thanks to your first orgasm of the night.

The red blush that decorated your cheeks and the dazed expression on your face has the crimson-haired male utterly hard, his cock pressing insistently against the fabric of his own wedding garb. Though he was never as depraved or fond as other men with pleasures of the flesh, there was something about seeing someone so powerful being completely under his mercy. The way your body was so responsive to his touch has his own burning hotter than he’d ever thought possible.

“Bear the pain for now. I promise it will feel good for you soon.”

His gruff voice momentarily snaps you out of your post-orgasm haze, blinking slowly as he finally takes off his clothes to reveal toned pecs, firm abs, and a delicious v-line that trailed all the way downwards into the pulsing girth of his heavy cock. The tip dripped beads of pearly essence, seemingly inviting you to taste it for yourself. However, that was something that had to wait because Kouen was already rubbing the length of his dick onto your drooling lips, the viscous and clear pussy juice coating his pulsating organ until it was fully lubed up.

“Such a generous hole. Squirting so much just so I can fuck it easily...I think it deserves a reward…” His narrowed eyes, the subtle smirk upon his handsome face, and his lewd words has you turning red all the way up to the tips of your ears.

And yet, you couldn’t help but rub your legs as the spot in between them only burned hotter and seemed to weep as it ached for your new husband’s cock.

Thankfully, you didn’t have to wait any longer as the prince grasped the base of his member which was the thickest part of him before nudging the head against your tight hole until the head finally went in. You bit your lip as you felt your cunt slowly being spread open, while not painful there was still a certain weirdness about the feeling of such a small hole being forced wider.  

It was at that point that Kouen slammed the rest of his impressive girth in a single thrust, coaxing a mixture of a gasp and a moan as your smaller body accepted such a long and hard foreign object inside. You felt so full at that very moment while he couldn’t help but feel as if he were swimming in heaven right now as the moist walls trapped his dick in their velvety depths, seemingly unwilling to let him pull back even an inch.

None of the servants stationed outside the quarters could enter even as hours passed by. It was only during the wee hours of the morning that the prince himself exited his chambers, ordering them to wait on his princess hand and foot lest they want to be out of a job and without their life. 

Meanwhile, you slept blissfully unaware of everything else as the sun rose high in the sky.

When Kouen returns after his morning rituals, he is treated to the sight of your ivory tresses spread across the expanse of your shared bed. The blankets haphazardly thrown across the bed, leaving you naked and displaying your tempting body that had yet to heal from his intense pampering the night before.

Though he is self-disciplined as expected of a crown prince and a son of the Kou Empire, no sane man can ever fend off the feminine wiles of his new wife especially when she seemed to spread herself so provocatively for his viewing pleasure.

That is why you wake up in the midst of yet another orgasm as Kouen hugged your waist from behind, his powerful hips snapping up in rapid bursts as he pumped his cum into your own leaking cunt.

“Who’d have thought that I’d have a succubus for a wife? Hn. Very well, I’ll be sure to tame you by pumping you full until you’re practically dripping my seed and carrying my heir.”

[yumeko312]

Here is the English translation of my headcanon, I hope you like it.

What it would be like to be Ja'far's girlfriend:

SFW <(￣︶￣)>

> To have Ja'far as a boyfriend is to know that he is usually working most of the time and therefore does not have that much free time.

> If you can be his accomplice in catching Sinbad, believe me he will thank you even though he will apologize later because that is not your job and he should take responsibility.

> There will be days when he will sleep in the office while he is still reading some documents and signing paperwork.

> He'll really appreciate it if you usually show up at the office with a tray of coffee and a couple of cookies you made. You being there worrying about his health will make him think that maybe it's time for a little break.

> Being with him is like being in a senior relationship, there are times when it's so quiet with you that you don't feel like joking around and just want to relax.

> Those moments could be like him sleeping on your lap while you read something or the other way around, the only thing you know is that you love him and he loves you too.

> Usually those moments of peace are usually broken by a couple of kisses, either from you or him, because after the kisses you will let out a little laugh or smile asking each other if you want to do something.

> The moments when he drinks tea with you while doing his paperwork he takes the opportunity to talk to you about a date, you tell him not to worry for now and that when he finishes you will be waiting for him in the room to sleep.

> Many times when he finishes his work, he doesn't have energy for dates and usually those moments when they were going to have a date end up becoming moments of naps.

> He usually likes to be the big spoon, he feels he can protect you plus, being able to smell the scent of your head or the perfume on your body will make him relax.

> Their appointments consist of walking around Sindria while watching the merchants selling their products.

> Your conversations are usually quiet, he likes to hear your voice, he prefers to listen to you than to talk, maybe because as he has been locked up in the office for a long time he feels that he doesn't know anything about you or what you did during the day and he feels a little guilty about that.

> There will be times when he gives you surprise kisses but it will be when you are alone, either on a date or in his room.

> If at any time any of the generals see what Ja'far is doing, pray it's not Sharkkan because then it will be the teasing at meals and this will go on for quite a while.

> He tends to blush when it comes to kisses or any kind of affection, depending on how "bold" they are, so will be his various shades of pink on his cheeks.

> He loves to receive kisses from you, whether they are surprise kisses, shy, passionate, short, he will gladly receive it but that there is no one watching.

> He is not jealous but if he sees you jokingly flirting with someone be sure that he won't talk to you for a whole day and when he looks at you, he will give you a disappointed expression, please apologize to him.

> He thinks you are the most beautiful and sweetest woman in the world, so he is not surprised if a man approaches you to flirt with you. He knows you and knows that you will set a limit, if the guy keeps insisting he will gladly make Ja'far understand that he owes you respect.

> There will be times when in full boredom he will kiss your hand, he will love the blush on your cheeks.

> If he would invite you to eat, be sure it would be in his room, he doesn't like it when people are curious watching them.

> He wouldn't mind taking a bath with you or spending a couple of minutes in the bathtub with you, of course, if the weather is in his favor. It would be his favorite time, in general any time spent with you would be his favorite time.

> When you two are alone walking in the hallway, he will take your hand while his cheeks are painted pink, if you are the first to do it believe me his blush will be even redder.

> He would be someone who remembers his anniversary and he asks you to remember too so have a plan to remember when it is the anniversary. He might forget because of too much work, it would be a good idea to remind him even if he panics and apologizes for not giving you a gift.

> He would also remember your birthday, tell him how you would like to celebrate and he will gladly move some things around in his schedule.

> What would be his gifts? Tell him what things you like and he will gladly get them for you, of course, things that are possible, don't ask him for some fruit that is not in season.

> If you celebrate his birthday and decide to make a small dinner for the two of you, he will thank you for it. Besides, if you give him anything as a gift, perhaps as an object, he will appreciate it, for example, if you give him a ring, you will see how he wears that ring everywhere.

> He appreciates that you have the patience to put up with his annoyances caused by work and that he complains, he is sad to think that his complaints will surely make you fed up.

> He likes your little acts that you have with him, for example that you worry about his skin trying to make sure he doesn't burn too much, or that you go to his office to give him food and that you are willing to listen to him about his complaints at work or how about the time he caught you washing that set of clothes that no longer fit him and that you took the time to fold it carefully because you knew it was very precious to him.

> One thing you should keep in mind when dating Ja'far is that you must like children or want to have children in the future.

> Following on this point, when Ja'far sees how you live with children, he will really be sure to start a family with you.

> There will be nights where he will slowly start planning a future family with you.

NSFW (//ω//)

ω Having sex with Ja'far is not as common as it seems, I would say they rarely do it, maybe two or three times a week.

ω Ja'far likes to kiss you while he fucks you, he is someone very sweet.

ω He loves to run his hands all over your body, he wants to appreciate every beautiful part of you.

ω The only place where you will fuck will be in the bedroom, he likes it because it is a private place where no one can disturb or hear and where you can take your time.

ω He likes to undress you slowly, it's more sensual somehow.

ω He likes to cum inside you because he would like to start a family with you, he dislikes the idea of cumming outside your body because he doesn't want to make you even dirtier, even though you will have to take a bath in the end, he just wants to be considerate but if you tell him to do it he will.

ω The small thought of seeing your swollen belly from pregnancy will make him excited in bed.

ω How long does he last in bed, I say he is someone who lasts a good while in sex, he likes to take his time to appreciate your body, he will never be rough unless you ask him to.

ωHe will kiss every part of your body, from your neck to your legs.

ω He doesn't mind if you give him fellatio although his only concern is that you do it before he bathes, he will tell you he is dirty and give him time to bathe.

ω But he will not complain when it comes to sucking and licking your pussy, he will gladly do it and if you tell him it is dirty he will not mind, he will tell you that he likes to lick it as it is.

ω He likes to give you a great orgasm while he sucks your pussy or while he fucks you, he likes to see that expression you release, so docile, with those flushed cheeks and with your sweat decorating your body.

ω After sex he will ask you if you want something Water? He will go for a pitcher full of water Food? Give him some time Massage? How lucky he has a jar with rose oil, which by the way, he uses as a lubricant.

ω And if you want to bathe with pleasure Ja'far will tell the servants to heat water while he accompanies you, he also wants to bathe.

ω After sex, you will fall asleep hugging each other, he likes to fall asleep feeling your warmth, somehow it makes him think that he will not lose you like he lost his loved ones.

ω If you wish, he will get you pregnant.

I hope you liked it and share it, don't be afraid to ask me for any headcanon or oneshot. Just read the rules.

Have a good day.

[tabathastan]

Being a Goddess of War

Magi - The Labyrinth of Magic

You were created by other gods or goddesses in the world of Magi, as a goddess of war. You had ended up meting Sinbad at a young age as he was on his adventure around the world. He took you in and adopted you as a little sister.

As your adventure continued you come across a magi named Judar. He has a special interest in you since you were the goddess of war and he love creating them or being apart of them.

[megumismyhusband]

the maharagan festival was always a grand event in sindria—music, dancing, feasts stretching as far as the eye could see. you had expected sinbad to indulge, of course. he was the king of sindria, the very heart of the celebration. what you hadn’t expected was to find him draped over a table, an empty wine glass dangling from his fingers, cheeks flushed a deep crimson.

“hey, you,” he slurred, blinking slowly as he lifted his head. a lazy grin tugged at his lips, eyes hazy but focused entirely on you. “you’re so pretty.”

you blinked. “sinbad, how much have you had to drink?”

he hummed, swaying slightly as he sat up. “doesn’t matter,” he murmured. “what matters is that you—you are the most beautiful person i’ve ever seen. like, ridiculously beautiful. unfairly beautiful.” he waved his hands dramatically before letting them flop back onto the table. “how do you do that? seriously? i see you every day and every time i think, ‘wow, this person is just… stunning.’”

heat crept up your neck. “sinbad—”

“no, no, let me finish,” he interrupted, pointing at you, though his finger wobbled in the air. “you’re kind, and smart, and—ugh, it’s so frustrating. you make my heart do weird things. it’s annoying, but also, i kind of like it? actually, i like you. a lot.” he paused, furrowing his brows. “wait, that was supposed to be a secret.”

you sighed, resisting the urge to laugh. “sinbad, you’re ridiculously drunk.”

he grinned, leaning forward until his forehead nearly bumped against yours. “drunk in love, maybe.”

you rolled your eyes, but the warmth in your chest was impossible to ignore. “come on, let’s get you somewhere to sleep this off.”

“only if you stay,” he mumbled, eyes fluttering shut as he slumped against you.

you sighed, but as you brushed a few strands of hair from his face, you couldn’t help but smile. you knew he wouldn’t remember this tomorrow, but for now, you might as well make the most of it.

[chiefcosm]

Solitude

Tales about the mother of chaos

Landa is the (second) Magi of the Kou Empire, brought from Reim many years ago when she was nothing more than an innocent and naive child to what would become Al Thamen. The woman served primarily as a priestess and even worked in one of the organization's temples located in Parthevia 10 years ago when Al Thamen established itself in the country. That is, until the temple was destroyed by Sinbad, leading her and the rest of the organization to return to Kou. There, she had to live once again with the First Magi.

Landa had seen him before these events, but she didn't actually try to engage in a dialogue with Judal. However, the Magi tried to push her to the limit or provoke her capabilities as the "second Magi" something that yielded no results. After some time, Judal simply accepted her and began to live with her naturally. Judal has a sense of exclusivity, so for much of his youth, he felt compelled towards a one-sided competitiveness, which left him frustrated.

they are like:

Landa didn't mind doing the most important or the largest number of tasks, but she felt virtuously arrogant when she had some greater merit, something that infuriated Judal. Occasionally, she would find him to have tea in some secluded corner of the palace, where Judal would mainly complain but eventually talk about things that amused him throughout the day, generally involving carnage and misfortune, or comment on a conversation he had with the newly titled king of Sindria, Sinbad. Landa visited Sinbad in the company of Judal a few times, attentively paying attention to the Djinn user.

Landa is tremendously arrogant and has a grandiose ego, akin to the weight of the heavens on a mortal's shoulders. However, she does not express this directly, mainly adopting a passive-aggressive approach. This is only when she feels frustrated or unjustly treated; in general, she is a composed woman. Her egocentric behavior is mainly due to the time she spent with Gyokuen in Kou (a not exactly pleasant time).

Landa and Judal have a dynamic inspired mainly by the Kindred (yes, those from League of Legends), but I also think of them as yin and yang (and not just because of the colors). I write them as "opposite sides of the same coin" or "good and evil," "black and white," or even Padmé and Anakin, considering the inspiration for the character. The metaphor behind them is the complementary relationship, as it is something symbolic and beautiful, regardless of the interpretation the audience may have.

But if they have a relationship, would was like a:

(no ironically)

[sh1-n0bu]

𝕿𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝖔𝖚𝖙𝖘 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝕸𝖆𝖌𝖎:

✿ SFW recipes:

Currently no take outs. Would you like to order?

♡︎ NSFW recipes:

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Happy yandere husband! - sub!yandere!AFAB!character x dom!gn!reader

⇨ psst!! the divider is from @benkeibear

[eumothellorious]

the order the fandoms are put in is a mix of personal knowledge of the series + popularity of the series + interest in writing the series - the first fandoms being more so interested in writing while the last ones are not as interested in writing 　　　⤷ however , reach out for any of the listed fandom !! and if there's a fandom that's not listed or if you're unsure i write or not , dm me about it to see if i write it ^^

faves // hyperfixations

twisted wonderland . windbreaker . dandadan . yu yu hakusho .

primary

honkai star rail . chainsaw man . dr stone . black butler . apothecary diaries . magi: labyrinth of magic . persona 5 . fragaria memories .

secondary

jujutsu kaisen . haikyuu . demon slayer . one piece . blue lock . the case study of vanitas . spyxfamily . alien stage . pokemon .

tertiary

saiki k / the disastrous life of saiki k . buddy daddies . delico's nursery / true of vamp series . record of ragnarok . tensura / that time i got reincarnated as a slime .

[sunny-mercya]

Treacherous Love

Po–& Obsessive! False! Sinbad x Male Reader

Fandom -> MAGI

Masterlist

Having you in his arms, during the early rise of another glorious sun basking morning, was a blessing of comfort for him—reminder that he has won.

While you might haven't been in your best shape these past weeks, bedridden with stress-fever and fatigue of an aching body—muscles, bones and limps still not properly healed over the last years from not only a long past, but also from a recently present fight—Sinbad still had a pleasuring night with you.

Sinbad had a tight grip on your shackle free wrist, tracing his thumb over the bumpy rough whiteish—which resembles more like a strike of lightning or a starry filled row in the nights sky—patch of scared skin.

It's a constant reminder of pain filled past for the both of you and yet, whenever he traces the skin—taking a glance—he felt a wave of pridefulness rushing through him.

After all it had been him, Sinbad himself (and not Kouen) who had freed you—all those years ago, from the iron clutches of slavery—befriended you and brought you back to your kingdom, creating a new alliance and trade-partner.

It had been him, him alone. He's your saviour, the only man you need in your life—Sinbad's the man you're now married to, the only person you will love and be devoted till the very end—till Death.

»Rest well my prince« whispered Sinbad huskily into your ear, prepping a few kisses over your face and onto your swollen lips, knowing well that you're way too out of it—deep in slumber, to be aware of anything around you in your non conscious state.

Sinbad pulled out from you, stretching his body and getting out of the warm comfort of the bed—although he rather wanted to sleep in and having you cuddle up in his arms.

~~~•~~~

Sinbad heaved out a sigh, slumping in his seat as the stacks of paperworks and parchments towering over him on his desk.

Such a tedious task to do as a king, mused Sinbad—rather preferring you on his lap or walking through the palace garden with you, than doing paperwork—but alias, he needs to suffer through it anyways.

His folk is—just like you—priority over everything.

»Nadia says [Name] might be healthy enough to leave bed early this afternoon. So, if you complete your tasks, you can be there.« Ja'far dropped another roll of parchment onto his desk, while informing Sinbad of your health, leaving the study without waiting for a reply.

Sinbad smiles, Ja'far—his good dear friend—had gone a bit colder towards him, but hearing about your health improvement does lift Sinbads mood and he's ready to complete all his today paperworks neatly, just so he could be with you again.

Maybe, if you're coherent enough, Sinbad would carry you through the gardens—after all, you're found of flowers and he knows how much enjoyment they brought you—but he rather would have a repeat of last night, nibbling on your skin again and hearing your moans of his name.

~~~•~~~

With a gaps—sitting up in a rush—as if someone had sucked out all the air of breath from your lungs, you awoke from the clutches of dreams—which felt more like a nightmare, getting more and more realistic—and for a moment you didn't recognises your own bedroom, till you spotted the familiarity of the embroidery rug on the wall.

While still feeling the pain of last nights activity in your lower area, you turned your head towards the open window—a slight breeze of salty sea air passing thru and where an ever so blue summer sky was permanent yet again.

Today you felt much better than you had been in the last few weeks, more energetic even and your limps tingling—when heaving yourself out of bed, holding onto the sheets for support—for some movements again as they feel rather stiff and sore and more like a deadweight.

Longing for some much needed fresh air and a change of scenery, you decided—since you didn't know when either Sinbad or Nadia would come to you—to get yourself ready and making your way out of the room and into the gardens.

The Gardens, every kind of them—especially the ones in your home country and (those you preferred much more) in the Kou-Empire—had always been your favourite place to be, just seeing the colourful beauty of floral variety and growing nature had something magnificent magical to it (and it been joked, that the way to your heart would be flowers, which was definitely true—because otherwise you wouldn't have been married a second time)

Walking on the sandy paths through the garden, you felt the slight breeze of summer—which ghosted your skin—and the ray of sun, basking in their warmth, truly a good day to be outside and yet a sense of homesickness rolls over your joyful mood, damping it down.

Sindria—despite having a bit of lonesomeness now, as all your friends had gone back to their respective countries and now, although Sindria being big in populations (not as large as Reim or Kou of course) it feels as if it was only you, Sinbad, Ja'far and Nadia in the palace—was your home now, but so had been the Kou-Empire once as well and you missed it greatly.

You stopped at the pond, sitting down next to it—an ache flaring up heatedly in your legs, having put a bit—even when walking slowly and with steady steps, looking a bit wobbly—too much strain for your muscles—and while gazing upon the waters surface, seeing your own reflection in it, you sucked in a breath.

Kouen.

The tears welled up in your eyes and the first sobs rips through your lips—feelings of guilt and shame crawls through your heart, because not only haven't you thought of Kouen in a long time, but you also haven't send a prayer to him in the above.

Kouen had been your first husband, he's the man which had captured your heart—after whisking you away from your suffocating family and demanding an arrangement marriage with you—and who you loved so deeply, like the mortal prince had loved the godly sun.

And dear, dear god, do you miss Kouen—missing him so much, that your heart could break once more—and this time, no one could mend it into a healing—that you could weep for hours and days long once more again, because you just miss Kouen.

Of course you loved Sinbad such as much—as you had loved Kouen—otherwise you wouldn't have married him, but sometimes your heart aches for what's lost now and new wave of guilty regrets washes over you.

It had been Sinbad—after Kouens death—who had been there, in your weeping hours and comforting you through your grieving thoughts.

It had been Sinbad who took care of you, when you had been injured badly during a battle and gave you the much needed support throughout your recovery.

It had been Sinbad, whose understanding enough to give you some needed time of grievance and space—before confessing his love to you and showering you in nothing but sweet love, mending your broken heart back with a new flourishing love.

»My prince is crying, why?«

You flinched in surprise upon hearing Sinbads voice so close to you hear and his arms around your stomach—Sinbad lifts you back up into a standing, moving you in his arms that you're facing him.

When looking up at your husband, through tear stained eyes, you notice the sky's colour being now of orange and red—feeling upset with yourself, how you had wasted days time with crying.

You widen your eyes in horror, couldn't believe that you missing Kouen—and the still remaining grief—was a waste of time, how could you dare to think such unforgivable mean thought.

»Tell me, [Name]. What does made my prince so sad?« Sinbad asks again, swaying slightly with you from side to side—holding you close as you closed your eyes and leaned your head against his chest, hearing his heartbeat.

»I'm sorry Sinbad, I'm sorry. It's not fair to you, but I just keep missing Kouen....«

Sinbad shush you, telling you that it's alright—while leading you back inside the palace and towards the bedroom—but there's a visible sneer of anger on his face.

~~~•~~~

It had been past midnight, when Sinbad had been finished with you—after rounds and rounds of passionate love making and marking your skin with all sorts of bruises (especially love bites, tons of them), just to make it clear—to remind you—to whom you belong now.

After all, you're married to Sinbad and you belong solely to him and only him—so you still thinking of Kouen, after all these years and the damned work Sinbad had put into to have you return his love, makes Sinbad incredibly upset—mad even—and he had to stop himself from strangling you into unconsciousness, just to show who's your King.

~~~•~~~

Ja'far—as your friend—could only pity you, because despite your love for Sinbad was nothing but genuine sincere (and stupid naïve), Sinbads love to you was only a possession for him.

Sinbad wasn't Sinbad anymore, Ja'far knew this all too well—but you? You still believed it's the same Sinbad from childhood, who had been so heroic and promised you a better future.

And while Ja'far would always be on Sinbad side, he does pray to the heavens that you realise just how toxic Sinbad has become and free yourself from him.

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