I Was Watching Star Trek Last Night, And Can I Just Point Out How Good He Looks...just Standing.

#that’s hot

Behind the scenes of Captain America: Civil War (2016)

All my favorite Harry Potter bad lip reading gifs I have collected 

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summary: lazy. morning. sex. pairing: zoro x afab!reader cw: mdni, established relationship, creampie, cockwarming an: wrote this after a concert, while hella drunk. might have to proofread 🫡 i am putty in this man's hands wc: ~1.5k

the observation deck is quiet, almost still except for the occasional sway from the crashing of waves against the hull of the ship. it’s the only place where the two of you got a slice of privacy, so for now, the wooden floors would do.

zoro lays out on his back, one of his arms resting behind his head while the other curled around your sleeping form. your back was pressed to his side, the muscle of his bicep acting as the perfect pillow for you to rest on.

the sun had yet to rise, the sky painted in hues of purple and blue. in time, daybreak would be upon you. for now you eagerly relished in the warmth zoro had to offer you.

the swordsman’s steady inhales are interrupted by a hitched breath, followed by a tired groan. he tugs you closer, a rasped exhale rattling in his chest as he did so.

his tongue swipes across his lower lip before he swallows and lets out a sigh.

slowly, he turns over. you can feel his weight roll over onto your back and you let out a small whine in protest. it doesn't take much to pin you to the wooden floor. he’s all consuming and captivating. even when he’s drowsy and half asleep, he somehow manages to remind you that he’s capable of decimating entire empires.

the next thing you register is the feel of his teeth against the nape of your neck. with a subtle undulation of his hips against your ass, you can tell what he’s in the mood for.

a shiver runs down your spine, your back arching slightly. “zo’…” you whimper, eyelids still heavy with tiredness. “thought you were gonna train.”

he grumbles a curse against your flesh, his hips slowly grinding against the curve of your rear. his breaths are heavy, the scent of sake lingering from the night before. while he loves how adamant you are on making sure he stayed sharp and disciplined, he finds that your words do little to change his mind.

“s’just a warm up.” his tongue licks at the sensitive flesh of your neck, his lips sucking light marks into your skin. he emphasizes his point by grinding against you a little harder, his already hard cock rubbing against your ass with a delicious friction.

he knows you won’t deny him. it’s not like he’d ever deny you, either.

your twitching muscles and hushed gasps only spur him on. he slides a hand under your shirt, groping at your tits before rolling a hardening nipple between his fingers.

the action has your back arching, pressing your ass to his clothed cock in a desperate attempt to find reprieve.

with a kiss to your shoulder, he lifts himself off of your vulnerable form and kneels behind you.

his calloused hands gently tug down your pajamas and panties, tossing them to some random corner of the room. he takes a moment to rub his palms up and down your thighs, squeezing and kneading at the softness.

all he needs to do is feel.

one of his hands guides your leg outward, hiking it up into a nice ninety degree angle which opens you up for him perfectly. your other leg remains straightened out, flat against the wooden floor. he slides his hand upwards, grazing the skin of your inner thigh and letting out a satisfied grunt once his fingers make contact with your soaked cunt.

he tugs down his sweatpants and boxers, just enough to let his cock loose. a few solid strokes to relieve the tension is all he needs, before he guides the head of his arousal right to your entrance. his hand guides his cock up and down your slit, coating it in your wetness before rolling his hips forward.

he shudders, he always does, when he enters you.

it’s like his body isn’t used to experiencing such pleasure. he’ll never fully get used to it. he’ll never get used to feeling so damn good.

the moan you let out might as well have been a sigh. it’s so light, nearly breathless, and your head spins.

he buries his head into your back, suppressing a guttural growl. his hair feels soft against your skin, both of you coated in a light sheen of sweat.

“fuuuuuuck.” he gives a few lazy strokes, his cock twitching at the warmth of your cunt. it hugs him in a velvety embrace, soft and spongy walls seeming to pull him deeper and deeper. “i swear this pussy was made f’me.”

beneath him, you mewl. your eyes screw shut, his hips rocking into yours with purpose and passion. he puts his whole weight behind his thrusts, the floor creaking with every movement. it's almost overwhelming.

his face buries into the crook of your neck, where he kisses and licks and nips at your flesh like a beast in heat.

cheek pressed to the floor, you can’t focus on anything other than the feel of his cock splitting you open. you’d beg him over and over again to wreck you. he'd do it without hesitation.

for a few moments, the room fills with echoes of soft, wet slaps, sharp gasps and restrained groans. it's an exchange that goes beyond words. daybreak brings with it a surge of emotion, beams of sunlight exposing the emotions usually tucked away in the shadows.

his breath hitches, jaw going slack as pleasure begins to claw its way up to his chest. “play with yourself, doll.” he growls, burying his face into your hair. he breathes in the scent of your sweat and natural fragrance, wanting each and every one of his senses to be attuned to you.

wordlessly, you obey. using almost all your might, you push back against him just enough to wedge a hand down to your puffy clit. your knuckles graze uncomfortably against the rough floor, but that doesn’t stop you from rubbing small, fast circles against your sensitive bud.

a lazy smirk makes it’s way onto his face when he feels you start to tighten around his thick cock. it feels so damn good, his hips picking up their pace. his heart is pounding in anticipation, knowing that he’d spill the sloppiest load of cum right into your aching pussy.

it's all for him.

just for him.

the groan he lets out against the back of your head is shaky, the rough timbre of it reverberating down his chest. he lowers his head a fraction, until his lips just barely grazed your ear. “y’gonna take it all?”

your mouth falls open, a whirlwind of pleasure blooming in your navel and spreading to every inch of your body. “uh huh!” you pant, brows furrowing as you maintained a steady pace on your clit. “all of it, zo’!”

he grunts in satisfaction, one of his hands gripping onto your hip to keep you in place while he continued to plow into you. "atta girl." his breaths become heavy and ragged, spine curling in a way that allowed his hips to hammer into yours at a deeper angle. "fuckin' take it, babe."

you burst, the coil finally snapping.

a deep moan tears it’s way out of your throat, your cheeks burning with satisfaction and an immeasurable amount of lust towards the demon above you.

your walls flutter and squeeze his cock, each nerve in your body overwhelmed and alight with pleasure. the scent of steel and sake fill your senses, along with the smell of sex. everything is hot and raw, desire presenting itself in its most primitive form.

he follows suit, his whole body seeming to vibrate in total bliss. his cum gets pumped into your womb, cock dragging against your pulsating walls with great fervor. his teeth find purchase on the skin of your shoulder, canines digging into the soft flesh to keep you from squirming.

his thrusts start to even out, his tempo slowing as he rides out his orgasm. his cum coats the inner walls of your cunt, once again claiming you as his and his alone. being dominated by him never failed to make your stomach flip.

he relaxes against you, a low groan tumbling past his chapped lips. not bothering to hold himself above you, he allows his body to rest against yours. his strong chest presses into your back, his breaths heavy against your skin.

a smile graces your features, the full weight of his body serving well to secure you to the present moment. once your wits come crawling back into your head, you let out a sigh and shrug your shoulders.

“okay, zo’, you should get to it.” you hum, chest swirling with delight.

when you try to sit up, you find that you’re anchored to the floor. your brows furrow and your eyes hesitantly open, the rising sun pouring light into the observation room.

“zo’?” you call again, tone a bit more serious. “zoro?”

above you, cock still stuffed into your cunt, the swordsman’s back rises and falls in a steady rhythm. his muscles are pliant, buzzing with lingering bits of ecstasy.

the sound of his soft snores ring in your ears and you huff slightly as you attempt to get his weight off of you.

deciding that it was futile, you simply succumb to him as you always do. his strong heartbeat against your back acted as a grounding force, each thump lulling you further and further into a deep slumber.

in his sleep, he nuzzles his face into the smooth skin of your back and, ever so slightly, the corner of his lips quirk up into a lazy smile.

fuck. he loved mornings with you.

@eelnoiz this is the blurb turned fic i was talkin' about!!

hi sunny bae i was just thinking ab ur post workout zoro and how hed be too tired to do anything but lay down and watch you fuck yourself on his thick cock... loves to occasionally thrust his hips just to tease and feel you clench so tightly around him <3 cant do except lazily palm your breasts and groan "use my cock baby, s'all yours, fuck yourself good for me, i know my baby loves that" <3

ASHDJSDKKSJALDLS continuation of this ☼☼☼

zoro with his arms up over his head, holding onto the headboard and making his biceps look huge, eyes half lidded and lips parted while he watches you grind your clit on his pelvis.

“there you go, baby.” his voice is low, soft words that are meant to reach your ears alone. “make yourself feel good for me, yeah?”

“zoro.” you slur, cockdrunk and barely able to keep yourself up right as you bounce on his lap, a creamy ring around the base of his cock where you’ve cum twice already. “‘s too deep.”

“yeah?” he can’t keep the smugness out of his voice and you only rock against him harder at the sound of it. he lets go of the headboard, one hand settling on your hip while the other splays across your stomach. “you feel me in there?”

you nod, your hands finding their way to his chest and kneading away at his pecs. your fingers graze over his nipples before he can tell you to knock it off and zoro’s hips move on their own accord, snapping up and burying his length to the hilt inside you.

“fuck more, baby, please.” you beg, pinching and rolling until they bud under your fingers. his mind goes blank at the unexpected wave of pleasure and it’s all he can do to lower his hand until his thumb is rubbing tight circles around your clit, his hips never slowing as they thrust up into you.

the bone deep exhaustion he usually gets after the endless training he puts himself through is nowhere to be found as you rut against each other, mindlessly chasing your highs together. when zoro spills inside you, it’s with your tongue in his mouth and wet cunt milking every drop of cum he has.

“Odin is the highest and the oldest of all the gods. 

He gave an eye for wisdom. He hung from the world-tree, Yggdrasil for nine nights. He has many names. He travels from place to place in disguise, to see the world as people see it. 

He has two ravens, whom he calls Huginn and Muninn which mean “thought” and “memory”. They whisper into his ears. 

When he sits on his high throne at Hlidskjalf, he observes. Nothing can be hidden from him. 

He brought war into the world and if you survive in battle, it is with Odin’s grace. If you fall bravely in war the Valkyries, beautiful battlemaidens will collect your soul and bring you to where Odin waits for you in Valhalla, there you will drink and fight and feast and battle, with Odin as your leader.”

monster trio + secret kinks

it doesn’t really register with luffy that he shouldn’t be enjoying this as much as he is, that maybe he should have a bit of shame when he walks past your private quarters and sees you with three fingers buried knuckle deep in your pussy. the shame never creeps in though. not when he walks closer to the cracked open door, not when he palms himself over his shorts, not when he starts panting along with you as you fuck yourself open. you’re so wet he can hear it and bites his lip to stop himself from whining. he wants to devour you, eat you out till your hips are bucking off the bed and your thighs are clamped around his head. luffy’s so lost in the fantasy, picturing just how right it would feel to roll your clit against his tongue, that he nearly misses your sudden cry. he knows, even without seeing the frustrated tears that wet your lashes, that you can’t make yourself cum. but that’s okay, that’s why he’s here. if only you’d come to him first, he thinks as he pulls his cock out, spits in his palm and starts to stroke himself. he’ll help you out after he’s gotten his fill of watching you try to reach a high that eludes you.

zoro would die before he told you how much he likes it when you wrap a hand around his throat and squeeze. he knows that you know the effect it has on him but still, the tip of his ears burn at the thought of confessing it out loud. the first time was an accident. he had you folded in half, fucking into you with messy, desperate strokes. you’d reached up to hold on to him and were too cockdrunk to realize you’d ended up putting your hand around the base of his neck. zoro jerked at the touch, a guttural moan ripped from him at the slight dig of your nails as you cum all over him. now, he chases that dizzying high every chance he gets. when you ride him, zoro slides your hands up from they’re braced against his chest to grip his throat. you’re an angel at first, trying not to hold on too hard like he’s made of glass but lose your hesitance when he grabs your throat and shows you exactly how he needs it. your pulse races beneath his fingertips, breath ragged as you tighten your grip to match him. zoro thinks you look beautiful when black spots dance across his vision.

there aren’t many things sanji keeps secret from you. whenever he tries to hide something from you, the guilt curdles his stomach and makes him nauseous. he always ends up confessing but this, he reasons with himself, is harmless. it’s not like you were using the panties he finds and you have so many, you won’t notice that one’s ended up missing. except one turns into two turns into sanji rooting through your laundry cause he’s so hard it hurts and you won’t be back until it’s dark and he can’t get off without the taste of you on his tongue. it’s one of the rare instances where sanji lets himself indulge, stroking himself off in the same, slow way you like to touch him while he laps like a dog at the seat of your panties. it’s filthy and shameful and he’s leaking so much precum it’s spilling between his fingers. all the while, as he stokes the heat in his belly, he’s thinking of you. thinks of you walking around in the panties he’s now sucking on, wonders if you touched yourself in them, if you came in them. the thought alone is too much for him to bear and sanji cums thick ropes with your name and panties in his mouth. 

So uh where’s my fanfics about my boy Orm Marius, my boy deserves some love and he’s hot as fuck

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…..

What do op men's hands are like part 1

Red haired Shanks

Shank's hands aren't the softest or the smoothest. He is a swordsman, a pirate, and a sailor, so his hands are dry as fuck. His skin will scratch at your skin when he runs them over your skin.

He has a habit of running his fingers through his hair, which is usually a little on the greasy side. Unfortunately it's pretty much the closest thing to moisturizing them that he gets. It also usually makes his hangnails significantly worst. Which he ends up biting them off when they start to bother him, or when he's bored, or he's finished biting his nails.

And yes, he does bite his nails. Shanks has always chewed his nails down to the nail bed ever since he was a child. Both Benn and Rayleigh have tried and failed multiple times to get him to stop.

You might think that all of this makes Shanks's hands very unpleasant to the touch. And as long as he's not giving you a massage for a prolonged period of time without using oil or lotion, it is very pleasant.

Law

Law is a surgeon, so he's very careful with his hands. He uses lotions and goes as far as as to oil his cuticles and around his fingers. However, he is still a swordsman, so he has calluses on the pads of his hands. Law usually keeps his nails short, but not down to the nail bed. He lets there be like an eighth of an inch to his nails.

Law's hands are unfortunately kind of clammy most of the time. It's something he'll be self-conscious about early on in your relationship. But as it progresses he'll sink into being comfortable running his hands along your body, he'll still wipe his hands off before doing so.

Law has a habit of twiddling thumbs when he's deep in thought. It isn't uncommon to find him hunched over in the polar tang and resting his elbows on his knees with his hands clutched together and his thumbs rubbing together against his pursed lips as he's deep in thought. You don't understand how he can have his hands so close to his face, especially considering that his hands reek of disinfectant.

Mihawk

Mihawk is a world-class swordsman, a solo sailor, and he farms his own food. So his hands are so callused that they're smooth. His skin isn't dry, he regularly rubs various oils and moisturizers into his hand. Granted it's usually the stuff he uses for his face, but it works.

Mihawk's hands are amazing to hold, they're the perfect temperature. They're warm during the winter and cool during the summer. He's aware that you will often hold his hand as an excuse to warm up or cool down your own hands. So when the two of you are out in the elements for prolonged periods of time, he'll cup your cheeks, so you can take advantage of his own body temperature. Mihawk likes to give you sweet little kisses on your forehead when he does this.

He doesn't bother trimming his nails, they usually wear down as he goes about his life. They're usually short, but long enough that dirt gets under them quite often, but he's meticulous about cleaning them one's he's finished doing the dirty work. Mihawk will sometimes use them to scratch along your head, neck and spine, when the two of you are snuggle up together at bedtime.

It's practically a part of both of your nighttime routines. He'll come inside after the sun set, for either training, farming, or fixing up the castle. He'll take off his work boots before coming into the house, he'll go take a shower, while you cook dinner. After you'll eat alone together, unless Zorro and Perona are home. Then the two of you lounge around in the same room, doing different activities, just sharing space and enjoying the tranquility. Then he'll get settled down in bed as you shower, and once you're done, and dressed he'll pull you into bed. As you rest your head against his chest, you drift off into a peaceful sleep as his nails rhythmically scratch from your head, down to your tail bone and back while you listen to his heart beat.

Katakuri

Despite the fact Katakuri is an amazing fighter, he spends most of his days doing paper work and wearing gloves. He is also a mochi man, so his hands are smooth, soft, cool, and they smell nice, except his knuckles are rough from punching. And because of his devil fruit, he doesn't need to use any moisturizer, and he doesn't get permanent wrinkles either.

Katakuri also keeps his nails short, but he doesn't use clippers, he just peels them off t the margins. Which is why he wears the gloves, to try and stop him from wrecking his nails. But the moment the gloves come off he's breaking them and pulling them off. So the edge of his nails are kind of uneven, and wildly jagged.

The temperature of his hands depends on the temperature of his environment. They get warm and sticky when it's warm out, and cold and stiff when it's cold, another reason he wears the gloves. Katakuri will put his hands on you to annoy you when they get bad, but only when you're. His hands are still soft, and cushy, so when his hand engulfs yours, and he kisses your knuckles during sweet moments together, it's always very tender for the both of you.

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