Julius Can't Afford For His Reputation To Be Tainted But What's Wrong For Letting You Suck His Dick Beneath

Jareth Abe Bishop data and Spock headcanons with an so who loves to make them flower crowns/put flowers in their hair?

Jareth

You have the most bizarrely beautiful flowers to weave together. The labyrinth is full of them, taking form into colors and shapes you never could’ve dreamed off.

And of course, they look most beautiful weaved into a crown to sit on your beloved husband’s head.

He loves sitting in fields of flowers, twirling his crystals in his hands as he watches you braid and weave the stems together. Gingerly you place the crown on his head, beaming with pride and blushing at his beauty.

He uses his magic to ensure that his crown will never wither and die, staying as beautiful as from the moment you plucked the flowers from their stems. Their his most cherished possessions. A gift you made for him yourself.

“You look beautiful.” You say to him with a smile on your face. He pulls you into a kiss, laying you down against the grass as he brushes his hand against your cheek.

“My pretty little thing.” He sighs contently. “I do love you so.”

Abe

You started making paper flowers as a way to relieve stress. You were sitting in the library with Abe as he read his books and you folded your flowers when a thought crossed your mind.

Abe felt something being placed against his head, looking up he saw you setting a paper flower crown down on him. “What’s this?” He asked.

“I was just thinking that you’d look like some sort of magical prince with a flower crown.” You smile. “I was right. Look, they’re supposed to be water lilies and everything.” You beam.

Abe blushes. “I’m flattered.” He smiles shyly. “He takes a flower from his crown and tucks it behind your ear, before kissing your hand gently. It was your turn to blush.

“What’s a magical prince if he doesn’t have someone to love and protect?” He asks, looking up at you, if he had eyelashes he would be batting them.

“You’re smoother than you give yourself credit for.” You blush. He stands, tilting your chin up so you can look at him. He gently presses his cold lips against yours.

Bishop

You were the botanist on board the ship. You mostly studied alien flora, but you kept some earth flowers to tend too as well. Reminding you of home.

Your pot of Marigolds was due to wilt soon, their season for blooming was over. As you were trimming them back, you had an idea.

Bishop was working in his lab when something was gently placed upon his head. Looking into his computer monitor, he saw in the reflection, orange flowers arranged like a crown sitting on his head.

“I just wanted to enjoy them before their season ends.” You say. He swivels around in his chair to face you. “Does it suit me?” He gives you a soft smile. You nod.

“Very much so.” You give him a kiss on the forehead. “You’re so handsome.”

Bishop wears his crown around until they wilt, no matter how the others teased or poked fun at him.

Data

You and Data were on shore leave. You leaped at the opportunity to spend some time with him when the crew got a vacation to the planet Risa.

Data and you were lying on a blanket. He was looking up at the clouds, listening to the waves roll lazily onto the sand, and back into the water. He didn’t notice you were putting flowers into his hair until your giggling gave you away.

Reaching up he felt the exotic flowers that were weaved into his hair. “Is there a particular reason, you’ve put flowers in my hair?” He asked. You smile and shake your head.

“Not really.” You lay down next to him. “I just…think you’re cute and flowers suit you.”

Data blinks, processing this information. “I see. Thank you” He states matter o factly. He rolls over on his side to face you.  

“Unfortunately I cannot think of a flower that could suit you.” He declares. You’re taken aback.  “None of them would compare to your beauty.” Red spreads across your cheeks like wildfire.

Spock

You were sitting in the gardens of the ship, twirling the stems of flowers together to make a flower crown. You placed it on your head.

“What are you doing?” You heard your significant other ask. You turned around to see Spock approach you.

“Oh…” You blush taking the crown off your head. “Nothing really. Nothing Logical. Just making a flower crown.” You smile.

Spock sat down next to you on the grass. “Explain flower crowns to me?” He asked. “I…just think they look pretty that’s all.”

You placed your crown back on your head. Spock scratches his chin. “It’s not illogical to do things that make you happy.” He states.

“And besides…they are pretty. Especially on you.”

Kinktober day 16: wet dreams with Shanks

warning: needy/pathetic shanks, wet dreams, riding.

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"Fuck- fuck- fuuuckk-" Shanks hadn't been on the bottom in a good long while, but now he wished he let you ride him more often, pussy-drunk in a way he only ever felt when he was suffocating between your thighs and half-delirious on your cries and taste.

Everything felt like a dream— fuzzy around the edges and strangely warm, leaving him feeling dazed and stupid while his gaze stayed fixated on how pretty your pussy looked taking his cock, folds squishing erotically against the red curls around his base when you grinded your hips against his own. His head spun when you whined from the stimulation it gave your clit, and though he'd usually reach down to thumb at your clit and stroke your folds, he couldn't pry his grip on the covers no matter how hard he tried.

"Keep goin', keep goin'," He whined pathetically, drool quickly spilling down his chin and puddling on his firm chest, bucking his hips up in an attempt to keep you bouncing on his cock like he was some sort of toy. "Please, angel, you're so fuckin' tight, pussy grippin' me so harddd-"

He sounded fucking stupid, but he didn't care as his release crept up his spine and made his cock jump excitedly in your hot cunt, rendered helpless to do anything but take what you gave him and thank you for it. He'd only been inside you for a few minutes, but just the sight of you alone left him baffled, bucking and crying for more.

Tits bouncing above him tantalizingly with each pump on his cock, hands on his broad shoulders to keep you from falling over, hair messy and pussy weeping on dick the way he loved so much. He couldn't get enough of the sight, and one glance at the way your face looked, brows furrowed and swollen lips parted in ecstasy, was more than enough send him tipping over the edge.

"Fuck! I'm cummin'! Oh shit, pretty girl, I-I'm-"

"Ah!" He woke with a gasp, hips bucking into the sheets as spurt after spurt of perfectly good cum went wasted in the confines of his tight boxers, whining loudly while he squeezed his eyes shut and threw his head back.

It didn't feel good like in the dream. In fact, everything about it felt rather dirty. His fiery hair stuck to his hot face, sweat beading down the back of his neck and soaking his pillow while drool dripped down the corners of his mouth, cock aching with each spasm as he ruined his shorts and made them all wet.

"...Babyyyyy," He whined, turning to push at your shoulder while you so peacefully slept. "Princess, I had a wet dream, please help meee."

He wasn't ashamed in the slightest. Rather, he was hoping you'd help ease the ache in his balls and made his dream a reality, already keening and palming his sticky boxers at the thought of getting to watch you pump yourself on his cock again.

thinking about tipsy zoro and how clingy he gets . . T^T

BC writers please I beg you to keep writing for Julius, I've seen very few of these last dates so I'm trying to revive the writers😭

The look on Thanos’ face when he realizes just how strong Cap actually is!!!

♡︎

-NSFW

i know deep down in my soul that JULIUS NOVACHRONO is a first-class freak.

i think it’s in the way he smiles. The way his dimples emerge in his cheeks as his grin stretches wider and wider. That slightly dull sheen in his eyes that’s kind of unsettling and yet a huge part of his charm. How he’s so casual when he’s quite literally taking the lives of enemy mages without a second thought (iykyk).

Something about those things makes me think about his sex life. Is he cruel? Is he kind? Is he a mixture of both? Will he drive you to the brink of tears from just how 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 his cock is hitting those sweet spots while whispering sweet nothings in your ear? Or maybe he’ll make you cry over something else; the buzzing tingles of his hand coming down on your ass for the umpteenth time that night. You beg so prettily for forgiveness from whatever you did to warrant such a punishment, and from Julius no less. He’s usually so forgiving..

Or maybe you’d enjoy something else. His strong grip holding the backs of your knees up as he digs into you, 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘦, playing Russian roulette with your womb. How his cock pushes deep into the creamy expanse of your cunt. You try to suck him in deeper, to feel more of him, but he’s in control. He sets the pace, determines the depth, and decides if you deserve a good orgasm.

Sometimes Julius is downright mean. But you like it, right? 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵. That’s why you keep coming back for more. Something about the Wizard king of the Clover kingdom always gets your panties in a knot and you can’t help but find that 𝘐𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦.

-Wynn

I’m just a huge fan of the sport.

Omg Jeremy’s face is so cute 😍

Sunny….Sunny you’re Doing Things™️ to me with all this Shanks art 🤤 I love not knowing anything about these men cuz it means I just go a little more feral every time you post something about them 🥴

If you’re feeling inspired I’d love to hear your thoughts about what you think he’s most into 👀

god where do i even start with this man?

shanks is in love with the simple pleasures of life. he loves how the sea looks when dawn breaks over the horizon, he loves the warmth of good ale in his belly and he loves hearing you beg for his cock as he rubs the fat tip through your soaked folds.

“you know what i want, angel.” he leans down to kiss the corner of your mouth and whisper against your skin. “cum like this and i’ll fuck you nice and hard. just the way you like, right dirty girl?”

he almost laughs at the dazed nod you try to give him but then you reach a shaky hand out for him and the laughter dies in his throat, replaced by a swell of affection that bubbles up so hot and fast he chokes.

because for as much as shanks says he does this for the sake of teasing you, really he does it for this. for the naked trust that swims behind your watery eyes as you spread your legs even wider for him and the tenderness in your fingertips as you brush red locks out of his face. you treat him like he’s something breakable, something human and the thought blooms wild in his chest, roots curling around his ribcage and petals pressing right up against his lungs until he can hardly draw breath.

his rutting grows frantic as your whines hit that familiar pitch that tells him you’re about to make a pretty mess for him. shanks licks his way into your mouth just as your cunt clenches and spasms around nothing, sneaking a hand between you and gripping the base of his cock to stop himself from spilling all over your cunt at the sound of your voice alone. he still has his side of the bargain to keep and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t reward his angel for being so good to him.