Chris Evans As Ari Levinson In The Red Sea Diving Resort (2019)

Thank God for this man right here.😍

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i feel like zoro needs to be spoiled after training.. poor man all sweaty and tired and the only thing he needs is you kissing his hairy chest and his pubes :3 fighting between the brick of falling asleep or fucking u dumb

warnings: oral (m and f receiving), deepthroating, a smidge of size kink

zoro thinks he might fall asleep like this. sitting propped up with his back on the headboard of your shared bed, body sore after hours and hours of brutal training and the tip of his cock brushing against the back of your throat. you’re sprawled out all pretty between his spread legs, doing your best to breath around the thick intrusion you swore up and down you could take without issue. his large hand, rough and callused over the years from the hilt of his swords, cradles your cheek gently as you try to swallow around him.

the deep groans that rumble out of his chest echo behind the obscene sound of you gagging. he’s grateful for the bone deep exhaustion that weighs him down. without it, he’s sure he’d be fucking up into the sinful heat of your mouth and apologizing come morning when the rest of the crew asks what’s wrong with your voice.

his hand shifts upwards when you try to pull back, resting on the back of your neck and forcing you down until your nose is tickled by soft hair. it’s a struggle for you to lift your gaze up high enough to look up at him and the sight of your watery eyes and swollen lips stretched around his cock feels like a punch to the gut.

“don’t look at me like that.” he says, throwing his head back with a thump against the headboard. “you wanted this so you’re gonna fucking take it.”

no one should look so blissful, so content with their mouth stuffed full but you somehow manage it, reaching up to massage his balls in the palm of your hand. zoro’s never been the best at letting you spoil him like this. maybe that’s why you ambushed him with hot, heavy kisses that trailed down his neck the second he stepped foot in the bedroom. you knew he’d be tired enough to follow your lead and accept the affection he still didn’t think he truly deserved even after all this time you’ve been together.

almost as though you can sense his thoughts begging to drift away, your free hand reaches out for his. delicate fingers lace through brutish ones and a familiar swell of love-tinged lust swirls inside him. he’s been staving off his orgasm since you first lapped at his weeping tip and he cums with a choked off cry of your name, hips bucking as he spills down your throat.

as soon as his vision clears, zoro forces his aching muscles to move. he pulls you up towards him, holding you close as he shifts downwards until you’re laying flat on top of him and crashing your mouths together to lick the bitter taste of himself off your tongue.

“you’re too good to me, baby. such a good fucking girl.”

your giggle turns into a startled gasp when grips your hips and lifts you up until your clothed cunt is hovering over his face. he smirks at the startled look you give him before he pulls you down, mouthing at your clit over your panties.

“don’t start something you can’t finish it, sweetheart. we’re not done till i say we are.”

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.

Insp. by x

flustered zoro 💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞 somethin about making a stoic man blush

eeeeee yesyesyessss

flustered zoro who’s ears turn pink when you straddle him for the first time. your relationship is still a new, fragile thing taking shape and you worry you might’ve stepped on a boundary when he freezes under you but when you go to get off and apologize, he’s grabbing your waist and pulling you in closer.

zoro’s a hard man to read even after you’ve broken down some of his walls but up close like this, you wonder how he ever hid a single thought from you. its all there, written plainly across his face. the flush that blooms across his cheeks as you rock your hips against his, the silent plea for more behind his eye and you can’t help but kiss his parted lips as you grind down harder against his bulge.

he lets you use him to chase your pleasure, his hands sliding down to knead your ass and help you move when you start getting close. zoro blushes down to his chest when you cry out his name and he can feel your cunt pulse even between all the layers that separate you, only growing when you plant kisses all over his face and ask if you can help him out too.

Soooo…

Can we just

Talk

About

THIS

This is how you celebrate your creators, right?

Why did I waste 2 hours of my life making this video? Because I can. BEHOLD.

fluffy little blurb of kissing zoro’s scarred eye . established relationship (?) WC : 622 . dividers by @/cafekitsune ᰔ

“do you trust me?” your words jumbled out in one shaky breath of air as you make your approach towards zoro — the man who had been taking his mid-afternoon nap on the sunny’s deck for the past half hour.

“huh?” zoro cracked his eye open, watching you kneel before him. the golden sky illuminated behind you, wrapping around you in a soft hue of innocence, a stark contrast to your usual demeanor. something was definitely on your mind, so he raised his head up off of the wooden banister he was using as a pillow.

“i said do you trust me?” you repeat, your hand gently resting on his forearm. the vulnerable look in your eye told him that you weren’t pulling any tricks, not a drop of mischief in your irises that held the hope of a thousand stars.

of course he trusted you, you were one of the people he trusted most in this world. always beside him while fighting through whatever challenges you all faced, sitting next to him during meals times, keeping him company while he works out. you’re privy to everything in his life. the question was almost laughable.

“yes.” zoro answered simply. he was curious as to what brought on this sudden question though. did he do something that made you think he didn’t trust you?

“good. close your eye.” you whispered, leaning into his personal space now. if he had to guess, he figured you were about to crawl into his lap like you sometimes do when you nap with him, curling into his body before the two of you doze off under the warm sun.

so he doesn’t argue with you, lets you do whatever you please and shuts his eye.

but you didn’t move.

he wanted to open his eye back up to see what you were up to but as if you read his mind — your voice hums, reminding him to be patient.

zoro feels your presence getting closer, your face moving towards his. were you going to kiss him? he squirmed a little under the uncertainty.

but you surprise him, you always do. gently, you press your lips against his scarred eye, a feathers touch that if he wasn’t so keen with his observation; he might’ve missed it. the kiss itself didn’t linger, but your presence did, the reassurance flooding through his veins and drowning him in the light of your love.

the closeness begins to mend a fracture in his heart that he never knew about, carefully stitching it back together with a thread of affection he hopes never goes away — stubbornly imprinting itself on the ever beating muscle that sings to the rhythm of your name.

zoro accepted the state of his eye long ago. positively convinced that it will make him stronger, that when he finally reaches his goal, it will become that much greater because of all the challenges he’s had to overcome — everything he’s had to endure come to fruition.

he never thought it would bring this tenderness in his life, that your sweet nature would rub off on him by the ghost of your lips pressing against the scarred skin.

but it’s all over far too soon, zoro’s head falling toward your lips to chase the sensation that graced his skin like molten sunshine. but he straightens up, opens his eye and peers down at you curiously.

“was that okay?” you ask, nervous from his reaction. his body melts back into something mushier than the state he left it in. a new feeling blooming in his chest as he pulls you into his lap, brushing his nose against yours before meeting your anxious gaze.

“yeah.” he smiles a little, enjoying how your nerves flow away into the wind as he wraps his arms around your waist, securing you in place before settling back into his napping position. “that was more than okay.”

thank you so much for reading ᰔ