Pairing: Zoro X F!reader Warning: None - But When Zoro Sees You All Dressed Up To Go Undercover, His

roronoa "i could eat a peach for hours” zoro

zoro eats pussy slow. there’s no rush when he kisses his way down your chest and stomach until he’s settled between your thighs, legs thrown over his shoulders. he’s got you worked up and squirming from nothing but a few light touches and you can hear the sharp grin in his voice when he says, “settle down. just wanna get a look at you.”

you can’t call what he does looking though. you could drown in the intensity of zoro’s stare. you think you might be, with how you start to pant the longer it goes on. and the whole while, he doesn’t say a word, breathing in the scent of you and just watching your cunt drool and clench around nothing, all for him.

you’re throbbing by the time he finally gets his mouth on you. he greets your pussy with a broad swipe of his tongue, one long lap that ends with a flick against your clit that has you arching off the bed to chase his mouth. it’s nowhere near enough and he knows it. he throws a burly arm around you and pins your hips down with infuriating ease.

“c’mon baby, don’t fight me,” he says when you try in vain to wiggle out of his hold, “you know i’ll take care of you.”

he plants a chaste kiss on your clit and the sweetness behind the small act melts all the fight out of you, “yeah.”

“say it.”

“you’ll take care of me.”

“that’s right,” he leans in to circle his tongue around your entrance, barely dipping inside before he pulls back again, “always.”

the gravity in that one word, the weight and promise of it, pulls you together, zoro’s hand finding yours and lacing your fingers as he licks his way into you.

you shake and tremble and cry through each orgasm, and zoro is there squeezing your hand for each one and groaning into pussy like the pleasure is his own. it might be. it’s the only way you can explain why he devours you until you’re delirious and sweat-soaked, tugging on his short strands to ask for a reprieve.

your silent plea is granted but even as he’s pulling away, he gets in a few last open mouth kisses to your clit that make you shiver with how sensitive you are. zoro takes it as something else and is by your side between one breath and the next, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you to his broad chest.

“cold?” he asks.

“no,” you say, melting into him as he runs his knuckles down your spine and back up again. you go to reach between his legs but he catches your wrist before you can, “why not?"

“don't worry about it.”

"i wanna make you feel good.”

he brings your hand up to his lips and the gentle kiss he presses to the centre of your palm is paired with a warm puff of laughter and a half-lidded stare that burns you right down to your core, "you have no fucking idea what you do to me."

LOOK AT HOW CHILL HE IS, JUST WASHIN’ MAH TRIBBLE.

Art by deyuoh

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

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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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.

zoro with a clingy s/o? almost like luffy that just likes to hang on him or be on him at all times

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Synopsis: zoro x reader, fluff, reader is clingy towards him and he pretends to be annoyed. thanks so much for your request, I hope I did it justice! gif isn’t mine credits to the creator!

Zoro was not a man who enjoyed the affection of others but ever since you came along his tolerance only slightly increased. there wasn’t a moment in the day when you weren’t clinging onto some part of him. whether that be an intertwined pinky or hanging from his muscular arms.

As the Going Merry sailed the waters of the east blue, Zoro was lazing around at the bottom of the masts. arms resting on the nape of his neck, you were nestled beside him, one arm tracing shapes on his clothen chest and the other wrapped around his bicep.the green haired man huffed in feigned annoyance as you cling to him. although his body language said otherwise as his eyes closed at the sensation. he actually enjoyed the clinginess you displayed, missing it when you let go for just a second. he believed a level of stoicism should be maintained so as not to show how vulnerable he really could be. the only person who he entrusted with that side of himself was you, it was shown on rare occasions and today was one of those.

“I’ve gotta get up now.”

Zoro said as he tried to get up, your arm was entangling around him, entrapping him to the floor, so he couldn’t so much as sit up.

“Five more minutes.”

“No.”

He made another attempt albeit it was weak. he had no intention of getting up just yet, he just wanted to see you look at him with those pleading eyes.

“Please!”

you begged, looking at him with those eyes knowing he’d give in. your plan had worked or so you thought as he’d given up the fight ages ago.

“Fine, but no more than five minutes.”

wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer so you were practically on top of him. it was safe to say you both stayed like that a lot longer than five minutes.

Authors note: this is my first request and if anyone has any others feel free to send them! I’ll try to get to them as quickly as possible. proofread but there still might be mistakes. feedback is appreciated! 💗

#that’s hot

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.”