Kinktober ☾ Day 3

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

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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.

shanks’ fuck ass pants appreciation post

shanks is a very mouthy lover i think. always trying to shove his tongue down your throat whenever you kiss. biting and sucking on your neck and your chest and every other inch of your skin he can reach because he just thinks you look so good covered in hickies. if he's alone with you he'll pull you into a kiss the moment he gets a chance. start by making out with you and then trail kisses down your whole body until he eats you out like a man starved

they're always razzing him like this what did he do... "you need to have more joy and whimsy zoro you big stupid loser!!" and he just grumbles noncommittally about it

You know, Star Trek S1 E24 This Side of Paradise is already a great 45mins…BUT then you add Spock in green AND him kissing ALOT!!! Perfection! Delicious perfection! And then Spock being sassy to Kirk and Kirk being all confused about WTF is going on …so great!

Pets. Everybody has one.

I can be shaped by more than the things that hurt me

My top three feminist exploitations of male-default language. (Insp)

marinating on the idea of you and roronoa zoro being at each other’s throats every single day. bickering, insults, eye rolls. he’s too “bullheaded” and you’re too “stubborn” — two sides of the same coin.

but, it’s completely different when the two of you are drunk.

drunk!zoro being the epitome of “she’s a pain in the ass but she’s MY pain in the ass”.

drunk!zoro is suddenly chummy as all hell with you when he’s three beers deep.

drunk!zoro blindly agreeing to whatever you’re saying, nodding along to your own drunken critique of another pirate crew in the same port as the straw hats. zoro 🤝 you when it comes to hating everyone else

drunk!zoro and you, off at some table talking about the finer points of swordsmanship — you have no fucking idea what he’s talking about, you can’t even see straight but he’s smiling and it’s cute— and the others are like ??????? are they gonna kill each other or what ??????

drunk!zoro’s mask of irritation is gone because he doesn’t really hate you — he’s just got no fuckin’ idea what that tight feeling in his chest is when you’re around. heartburn? indigestion? gas? a crush?????? pffft, please. what is he, twelve?

drunk!zoro caving and agreeing to join in on one song (holds his finger up, wags it in your face — “one. only one.”) because you practically beg on your hands and knees for him to join you and the others while spouting some slurred babble about “i love our family” and the our really gets to him.

drunk!zoro and you screaming the words to some stupid shanty in each other’s faces in the middle of the tavern while the others are like………. what the fuck is going on, why are they smiling, are they flirting

drunk!zoro and you, arm in arm, as you both are slapped with the reality of drinking too much. neither of you can see straight, can’t walk straight. it’s the blind leading the blind out here, and you’re both teetering on the sidewalk, laughing, heading back to port.

and then, the next morning, it’s like none of it ever happened. yelling and fighting on the deck and all of it done with a hangover — as if zoro hadn’t passed out at the foot of your bed the night before like a loyal guard dog and you hadn’t tucked him in.

Thank God for this man right here.😍

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