Under The Table – Pt. 1

i know this isn't my usual type of post but i just wanna go on the record and say that zoro is ABSOLUTELY into thick women.

like you cant change my mind.

chubby chaser. torta pounder. idk what the hell it's called now but i know FOR A FACT he loves his women a little bigger.

bonus points if she's on the heavier side, 'cause then he can show off his strength and do... certain things while holding her up.

(and this is no hate to all my petite queens out there either, i'm not saying he only likes thick women).

but i can just imagine him eating it up seeing a woman with some pooch, or real thick thighs, or a big ol' ass (he's an ass man, argue with the wall).

so much to knead, so much to squeeze, so much to bite.

i headcanon that he gets cuteness aggression and just randomly ends up nipping at you when you're both cuddled up and alone.

but yeah, that's my TedTalk.

TLDR: Zoro loves big women, and big women love Zoro <3

a/n: should i do more random posts? cause i think about stuff like this all the time. lemme know.

It’s hard to focus when Zoro trains.

But you join him in the crow’s nest anyway, seeking solace in the comfort of his quiet company. You don’t often share words, but you do share space—share the same, balmy air to breathe, sea salt coating your tongues.

And that’s enough, you think. I could live a content life like this.

Your eyes drift, though.

From your book, your notepad, your camera—any distraction that you may have in front of you. Because, well, how could you not look?

He’s half nude, body carved from stone, a figure that would make even the gods jealous. From the expanse of his back to the heft of his pecs to the cut of his abs, he’s the picture of physical perfection, sweat trickling down his firm, tawny flesh in rivulets.

It’s hard to focus on one thing when Zoro trains.

But, more often than not, your gaze seem to hone in on his hands.

(Once, you pressed your palm to his, heel to heel, after sharing too much sake. Your skin was warm from both the alcohol and the proximity. His cheeks were flushed, too—a shade of pink that reminded you of the blooming sakura in Wano. His hand dwarfed yours, and made your fingers look puny like a child’s.)

Whether he’s holding dumbbells or—as he is now—his katana, you marvel at both the strength and dexterity of his calloused palms, the way they curl around the hilt with assuredness, never wavering, white-knuckled. Each of his digits must maintain their poise, suspending the blade in its grip, absolute control the difference between life and death.

His past missteps are obvious: gnarled scars cut across the expanse of his body, his hands no exception. As battle-worn as the rest of his flesh, his hands tell a story: of purpose; of betrayal; of bloodshed; of hope. They are implements of war; they have wrought injury and death, wrath and ruin.

But they are also shockingly gentle.

A door held open to let you pass through. A palm on your shoulder to let you know he’s there. An overfull cup of sake passed without a spill…

You lose yourself in thoughts of Zoro, Zoro, Zoro. So much so that you fail to notice the swordsman’s not-so-subtle glances in your direction. He stifles a chuckle at the dreamy expression on your face, and returns to his training.

He may not be able to decipher the longing behind your watch, but your attention is always welcome, as far as he’s concerned.

What if I wrote abt licking shanks’ eye scar would yall still support me

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

don't wear your new perfume around zoro, he’ll fuck you till you sweat it all off

he can’t stand that fake shit, it makes his nose itch and puts him in a bad mood as soon as he catches a whiff of it. it sets his teeth on edge when you walk by and instead of smelling like sun and sea and home, you’re covered in something cloyingly sweet.

but he’ll never say a word to you about it, not when it makes you smile like that whenever you splurge on a new bottle.

he learns to deal with it in other ways.

which is how you end up folded in half, zoro gripping the back of your thighs to keep you spread open and pinned while he fucks into you slow and deep. you’re gleaming in the moonlight that pours in through the window. zoro tracks a bead of sweat trail down your neck and its hardly settled in the column of your throat before he’s bending low to lap it up.

he feels your laugh more than he hears it, “gross.”

“what, you want my mouth somewhere else?” he lets you break free of his hold on your legs only for you to wrap them around his waist, heels digging into the small of his back.

“if you stop, i’ll cry.”

“baby,” zoro reaches up to cradle your head in his hands, your cheeks warm against his palms, and waits until your gaze locks on his, “you’re gonna cry anyway.”

you always do when he loves you right like this, chest to chest, sharing breaths, grinding his hips in circles and giving your swollen clit the attention it deserves. when the tears come, like he knew they would, zoro laps them up, too. he’s earned them, hasn’t he? why shouldn’t he get to indulge?

the heat between you only grows as his pace picks up, chasing your pleasure and his with all the eager hunger of a beast smelling blood in the air. he knows you’re close when your arms come around to pull him in even closer, one hand between his shoulder blades, the other on his ass.

zoro cums with salt on his tongue and your nails dragging down his back, fucking you through his orgasm and past the sweet pain of overstimulation because he’d slit his belly before he left you wanting for a single fucking thing.

and when you collapse back against the sheets, sweat-slick and panting from your high, he can’t help the feral slash of a grin that cuts across his face. you finally smell right again, like yourself.

sun and sea and home.

All Might’s heart is too kind to be the bad cop.

And Aizawa’s is too dark to be the good cop.

based on this 

this was drawn by my sister! if you liked it check her ig: metano_CH4

Thranduil appreciation post!

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hiyaaaa c: for the selfship asks!! (I usually default to Shanks with you but i'd love to hear about literally any of your selfships, anyone you wanna talk about!)

mocha, moonlight, mango, vanilla (+ bonus if there's one on there you're specifically dyin to talk about!)

i will happily do shanks ty av 👉🏻👈🏻

mocha — what was your first kiss like?

its like two yrs after we meet n during that time we've been growing closer but im def still like. super anxious hes just gonna get bored of me and move on. like every time he leaves theres a part of me thats like yep this is it theyre not coming back. as time has gone on their visits have gotten longer + more frequent but then this Specific time they r stalled and it takes much much longer for them to return like they r gone for a good 3-4 months which is the longest its ever been. so when shanks Does show up at the top of my lighthouse where im working on the light i have this very intense mix of feelings (relief bc i was ofc worried, anger at him bc i felt abandoned, anger at myself for feeling abandoned when i shouldnt even care) but most of all i see him and its just so clear how eager he is to see me that i have Such a palpable reaction to seeing him in turn and it def terrifies me. hes gotten used to me just letting him in or even coming out to hang w him so when i tell him im not hes like. very kicked puppy LMFAOOOOO its also raining and windy and hes very like. mr darcy in the rain coded yk JSHBFJBHS but not abt to leave or force the door open obvi so instead he just stands there tapping at the window while i hover too..... eventually i do open it and he gets up close to say hes sorry he took so long and tell me he missed me so much.......... n now i feel So silly and upset w myself i fear JHSDFJHB just a mess but all those emotions come out in me impulsively lunging forward n kissing him through the window...... and its so wet rip and cold and so fast bc he does Not anticipate it hes left all dumbfounded. and in a panic i slam the window closed on him again LOL and thats when he like. bashes through the door like a maniac i fear just on complete accident neither of us realizes hes busted the latch until way later on but hes just very giddy and wants 2 hold me Right Then which i do allow him to do....... N E WAY THERE WE GO SDUFHBVHBH so long im sorry pfft

moonlight — what does a perfect friday night look like for the two of you?

bold to assume the red-haired pirates have weekdays JHBSDFJH but i will attempt to maintain the spirit of the question...... perfect night before a few "days off" wld start w me actually joining everyone for a few drinks which is admittedly a bit rare so it always puts shanks in a good mood. i always peel off a bit early and he probs follows quickly behind, n we spend the rest of the night lounging around our quarters w him reading whatever book im in the middle of over my shoulder/from my lap. we'll make out a lil too but thats a given

mango — do you and your lover like to dance?

DOES MR HOPELESS ROMANTIC LIKE TO DANCE yes ofc ofc 🫣 he will mostly drag me into v playful high energy dances while everyones partying (& honestly the other officers will too i think) but he does like to slow it down sometimes.... occasionally in a quiet lil corner of whatever bar we've taken over for the night but often just in our quarters 🥺 ive talked abt for the dancing and the dreaming but he'll tend to hum that on those occasions 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

vanilla — what do they keep on their nightstand? what do you keep on yours?

i feel like we share a nightstand somehow idk just vibes so its always got. a bunch of books (i rlly do read a LOT on the red force ik im always talking abt it but like. once i join up i suddenly have access to all kinds of banned books that i read like crazy so) honestly one or two half-empty bottles of booze which i am always trying to toss out but another will magically appear..... a pistol JKHBSDJHFB a mini den-den, a good bundle of various letters and documents, a pair of seastone cuffs

send in some selfship questions!

(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’