lemme just pop in with this 🤩
pov: julius sneaking out to meet you, while you were peacefully stargazing, here comes marx yelling over the communication device
ASVJHDGJKGFDHJHFGFFGG UR SO RIGHT 😭🤚💕💕
And we wave hi to Marx and he smiles and waves back at us before continuing to yell at Julius and Julius grumbles under his breath that Marx likes us more than him LMAOOOOOO
But man🥺🥺🥺 he looks so cute just talking abt his dreams and the way that he clamps his hands over his ears LMAOOOO
He looks like he doesn’t wanna hear what his mom is yelling about AKSJBSJSDH and the hand…..
Seriously this has happened to me before. I’m all like, “Excuse me, can’t you see I’m trying to imagine my super-hubby and I make love? FUCK OFF!!”
@imamotherfuckingstar-lord - hope you don’t mind if I tag you ♡
Heyyooo Laura... I hope you're doing great. Saw your request is open again and i hope you don't mind me asking for another request again.kinda thinking about some scenarios for Fue,Nozel and Julius with pregnant reader and how would they handle it.Reader is having a weird cravings in the middle of the night like some (ice cream with pickles,chicken with chocolate dip or anything i leave it up to you) and after they get it reader will force them to eat with her. Some fluff fluff fluffsssss.. ❤❤❤
Hiya! Yes, they've been open for a while now, uni is just keeping me from getting to them ^^' But I was in the mood for some pregnancy fluff
Pairings: Fuegoleon x f!reader, Nozel x f!reader, Julius x f!reader Genre: fluff Fanfic type: Oneshots Total length: ~1.2k Warnings: mentions of pregnancy, pregnancy cravings
Fuegoleon
"Honey..." you asked through the darkness of the room, while placing your hand onto your husband's chest. There was a faint grunting sound from your side as the bed shifted under you. "Yes... dear," Fue spoke with a heavy, drowsy tone as his eyes fluttered open. "I... think the baby wants some ice cream and crisps," you admitted, having concluded to yourself that your cravings were due to the child you were carrying, since you didn't have such cravings before. But, it was to be expected. "M..hm.." he hummed while sitting up. "Then... we have no choice but to get you some ice cream and crisps," he smiled while manifesting his fire arm, and taking your hand with his left one. "Will you eat with me?" You asked, making him pause for a moment. "Both?" He asked, with the slightest of hints of disbelief, along with the tone of his that just wanted to make sure that he understood correctly. "Yes. Eat with me," you asked, looking at him with wide eyes. There was a brief pause that lingered in the air, after which he breathed out a reply: "Yes dear." The food was eventually delivered to your shared bedroom, and you sat by one of the tables, happily eating your ice cream, onto which you crumbled salty crisps. While Fue, he sat there, looking at you with an adoring smile on his face. "Feeling better?" He asked, the syllables fluttering through the air to you. "Mhm," you nodded. "Why aren't you eating yours?" You had to ask while placing the spoon into your mouth, and keeping it there, as you looked at him, expectantly. "I... wish to make sure that you have enough," he replied, giving you another smile. "Oh come now, there's enough for both," you replied while taking a spoonful of the contents of your bowl, and offering it to him. His eye shifted between the spoon, and you, for a moment, after which he sighed, and opened his mouth, letting you feed him the spoonful. And then another, after having taken a bite yourself. In all honesty, he couldn't have claimed to have enjoyed the dish for the taste, but he did enjoy the content smile on your face. He enjoyed your happiness. And, besides, it could have been worse. You could have had a very different craving.
Nozel
"My bird...?" You asked, while placing your hand onto your husbands arm and shaking him awake. There was a deep breath sounding through the dark room, along with a groggy sound that told you him waking up from a deep sleep. "Yes... love? What is it? Is everything alright?" The fact that he asked, worried, worried so very much for your well being, especially now that you were with child, made a tender, soft smile appear on your face. He really did care. He really was a good man, deep down. "I have a craving," you told him, rather factually, making him sigh before sitting up and swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. "What do you want?" He asked while making his way to the closet to grab his robe. "Salted caramel ice cream and toast," you told him, making him glance at you from over his shoulder. But he didn't say anything. Just looked at you as seconds ticked in the air. One at a time. "Alright," he said with a slow, tired tone, before making his way out of the door to ask for such a ... dish. And eventually, after he had already returned, the dish, too was delivered into the room. Just as you had imagined it. So, you sat down on a chair, and broke off a piece of toast before spreading a chunk of salted caramel ice cream onto it, and popped it into your mouth, with a pleased smile. All the while Nozel looked at you, sitting across the table from you. "How is it?" He asked, meaning nothing more with the question. "Try it," you told him, handing a piece of a bread with ice cream to him. He paused for a moment, looking at you from behind his dishevelled hair, loose locks flowing down the side of his face. "No thank you," he tried, but you still kept the piece of toast there. "No, no, you need to know what I'm eating, right?" He wasn't sure about the logic in that statement. But there was also no point in getting into a discussion about it this late at night. So, instead he just sighed, and took a hold of the bread. You looked at him, hold the bread, waiting for him to place it into his mouth. And he, looked back at you before his eyelids fell in a slow blink, after which he placed the piece into his mouth and ate it. He breathed out, in a slight defeat, having accepted the fact that you'd give him more pieces. Which... would be alright. This was something that came with pregnancy. And he wanted to be there for you, living this through with you. After all, you were the best thing to have happened to him.
Julius
"Juu-juu?" You cooed through the darkness, snuggling to his side. There was an individual sound of a snore that sounded through the room, before he jolted ever so slightly in place. "Yes, dove?" The nickname, which he had given you, because of the mere act of cooing out the nickname for him, made the corners of your lips tug up. "I'm ... a bit hungry," you admitted, but the slight hesitance in your tone told him that it wasn't hunger per se, but more a craving. You had had the strangest of cravings lately, but he embraced all of them with intrigue and anticipation, because this was a journey, your pregnancy, and he wanted to be there for all of it. "What would you like?" He asked, rolling around on the bed to face you, while running his fingers up and down your arm. "Chocolate and avocadoes," you replied with a serious face, and a tone to match. And usually, when you told him your craving, he just smiled, but this time there was a passing shadow of surprise on his face, before he chuckled, and gave a kiss onto your forehead. "Give me a second," he said, before appearing seated on your side of the bed with two bowls in hand; in one of which there was chocolate, and avocados in the second one. You sat up, and took a piece from both bowls, placing them together into your mouth, munching them away with a content smile. And he... he watched you, with a wide smile on his face; half-lidded eyes and radiating nothing but love and affection. "Can I try?" He asked, making you pause, before furiously nodding and offering the pieces of avocado and chocolate in your hands to him. He opened his mouth, so that you might pop them in, and begun chewing. "It's good, right?" You asked while popping more into your mouth. And he... he didn't have the heart to tell you that he found the combination horrid, but he wouldn't show it. Instead, he happily sat there, letting you enjoy the night... treat. Because your happiness was his happiness.
Leonard Nimoy had such beautiful hands! Here are some close up shots of Spock's hands from Star Trek The Original Series. Enjoy! 😁🖖
Spock, Jim has vanished without a trace, is this really the best use of your time
wishing you the happiest of birthdays, pluvi!! <3
what the hell 🫠 im going INSANEEEEEEEE WTF HIS THIGHS??? THE HAIR??? his bulge WOWOWOW im gonna bite those stoopid fingers off grrr THANK YOU SO MUCH AHHHHHHHHH
an: time for another event request and I am so excited for it to be in the Black Clover fandom! Thanks to @simpingforthisonedeer for this absolute treat of a request! I hope I do your man justice... ^^
prompt: “I swear to you I won’t stop until your legs are shaking and the neighbours know my name.”
pairing: Julius Novochrono x fem dom reader
warnings: sub Julius, implied handjob, overstimulation, naked reader & mostly dressed Julius, fem dom, lil pouty Wizard King, the lengths you have to go to get him to do some damn work, office sex
Masterlist
The office was golden-kissed, the setting sun creating such a beautiful backdrop in which to admire your handsome beloved.
Papers littered the desk, quills scattered by the almost empty ink pot and a faint trace of dust caught your fingertip that ran along the surface.
Dust motes twinkled in the air, enough to look ethereal but not so much that would have you selecting a new location.
You tsked quietly, admiring the soft pout of Julius’s bottom lip as he watched you intently from the elaborate high-backed chair. The blonde hair was tousled from where you had run your hands through it roughly, the cheeks a blooming pink and those pouting lips completely swollen from your kisses.
“Seems your minder isn’t doing a good job of getting you to do any actual work of late,” you whispered.
His vivid purple eyes widened, jaw clenched as you undressed before him. Slipping out of the layers that highlighted your nobility until naked and freed from the shackles of etiquette.
A hand slid between the valley of your breasts, touching everywhere you knew he wanted to touch. Enraptured by his twitching cock that was already covered in his cum from merely your skilful hand.
His throat worked furiously, swallowing the runny saliva coating his mouth as he swept his gaze over your heavenly frame. Heart pounding frantically as he burned with desire, desperate to be yours and yours alone.
“What should I do with you, hmm? Being such a very naughty Wizard King. Think you deserve to be buried in this little pussy?”
Julius groaned as you slung your leg over his spread thighs, the fabric of his pants so very tight against his skin. Flames licked at him, heating every inch of him and it only worsened as your bare, glistening lips slid along his sensitive cock.
You smacked away the hands that tried to land on your hips, that longed to lift your weight and force you down to the hilt of his thick shaft. To stretch you out until you were moulded to only him, never able to find relief with anybody else.
It was such a shame to have to deny those sinful hands from touching you. The long, thick fingers and wide palms that you adored and knew exactly where and how to touch you, but he needed to be reminded who was in charge.
“Use your words, Julius and I didn’t say you could touch,” you scolded, tugging on his earlobe with your teeth between words. His crotch was slippery from his creamy cum, mingling with your arousal and ruining his expensive pants in the process.
“Please, let me fuck you,” he whined between sniffles, “I’ll be good. I promise I’ll finish up my work, but I gotta be inside you first.”
The smile to curve your sensual lips was wicked; the power of having the most powerful mage in the Kingdom, and perhaps the entire continent wrapped around your little finger was intoxicating.
His brattish behaviour from earlier was gone in the blink of an eye at the sight of your stern expression. Sweat beaded on his brow as you took a harsh grip on his hair, forcing him to lean sideways to allow the wide wet sweep of your tongue, licking at the salty sweat and purring your contentment.
“How about this,” your breath tickled his ear and his eyes rolled deep into his skull as you teased the tip of his leaking cock against your needy little nub, “I swear to you I won’t stop until your legs are shaking and the neighbours know my name.”
Your blonde man stared you dead in the eye as he said, “you mean Marx?”
With one fluid shift and roll of your hips, you were inching down his length slowly and delighting in the sobbing hiccups from how over-stimulated he already was.
“Yes, beloved, I do mean Marx.”
this quickly became a lot.
anyways go read @no-droids Rough Day series because it's everything.
more soon!!