Fluff Hcs For Julius Novachrono Since I Don't See Enough Of Him

I keep thinking about how your first time with Shanks is so intense you have to beg for a pause when he first sinks in all the way—how you gasp out a wait, fuck— wait and scramble with your fingers grasping for anything to ground you as you struggle to catch your breath with how deep he is within you. And how he stills, his hand finding your own to thread fingers with yours as he dips his head to bury his face in the crook of your shoulder. His scruff brushes against your sweat-slick skin and you jolt from the feel of it, clenching involuntarily and drawing a low curse from soft lips that pant against the curve of your neck. Can’t be doin’ that if you want me to wait, sweet thing, muttered into your ear with a pointed grind of his hips that has a whine hitching in the back of your throat, and your free hand flying up under the loose linen of his shirt to rake nails down his spine in protest. Admittedly it’s a foolish attempt—one that you can’t find it in you to regret, even if it has the emperor foregoing your request and slotting his lips against yours as he sets a rhythm that steals the breath from your lungs.

#that’s hot

Waking up next to Julius is always unpredictable. Is it going to be at 2 AM when he comes back from his office whining about paperwork as he burrows in your arms, sighing contently as you whisper sleepy assurances into his hair? Or is at 10 AM, way past your alarm, with a foot on your cheek and your lover hugging your leg? You never know if you have to wake up a second earlier and grab him before he can leave you to look at magic, or with his face buried between your legs. Is it kisses you’re going to wake up to? Or is it tickles? But no matter how you wake up to him, you both never neglect to shower the love and attention you need from each other. You tell him to relax his shoulders as you massage the shampoo into his hair. “Sorry” leaves his lips as he works through the knots in your hair as you hiss and grumble about getting a bonnet. And no matter what time of day, Julius is very unpredictable. Because hours later, he holds up two satin bonnets, one for you and one for him. You laugh as you kiss his cheek, thanking him and telling him that he doesn’t need one for himself. He pouts as you laugh harder into his cheek.

A happy birthday indeed~

(Not my gif!)

This literally looks like Steve is beckoning you to come over and sit on his lap.

Or, it looks like he’s silently telling you ‘it aint gonna suck itself, princess’

Under The Table – Pt. 1

Based on this imagine from imaginexhobbit.

PART TWO

Characters: FemDwarrow!Reader, Fili, mentions of other characters, Kiliel Location: Erebor, Post-BOTFA (Everybody lives! Yay!) Warnings: Lots of talking, mentions of sex, lots of kissing. Word Count: 5487

OH MY GOD. I’M BACK. WOO! (The title is a pun. I couldn’t help myself.)

Thanks to letsfantasizedwarves and omgcupquak3stuff for beta-ing! KISSES!

Now available to read on AO3 and in Russian, thanks to the lovely @tsubaki-montana!

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Monkey boy! I was most definitely listening to Jack Johnson's Upside Down hehe

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😭