can i show u guys smthn

:3c

you two film niche faceless porn and it's just. full volume dirty talking and weird fetish play and you taking this giant cock in your little pussy for a loooong time

꒰ THE UNBEARABLE WEIGHT OF LOVE ꒱ RORONOA ZORO X READER

warnings ⟢ slight angst (though it gets resolved). hurt/comfort. mentions of death and dying. descriptions of blood and wounds. brief allusions to buddhism. reader is gn and described as “beautiful” once.

word count ⟢ 1086

notes ⟢ happy birthday to my most beloved! this fic is self-indulgent (i.e. full of my hcs about zoro’s childhood) and a labor of love. the three of swords design in the banner is from the rider-waite tarot deck. three of swords generally depicts a difficult, sorrowful experience.

So this is how it ends.

The midafternoon horizon is fathomless—a halycon ocean—the sun anchored in its depths. A cool breeze stirs, kissing his tawny flesh, rustling his hair, and chiming his earrings; whispering beachgrass casts sinuous shadows across his face, allowing his good eye to rest in partial shade. Nearby, the tide laps at the shoreline—tenderly, the caress of a lover. Foam glides across half-buried seashells and beached debris in a brief greeting before returning to the sea, heeding her call.

Where Zoro is, he can’t be certain (not an uncommon occurence, though he would never admit it). His robe was slashed off at some point, and fell to the ground in shorn tatters. He lies bare-backed in a slurry of sand and ichor, his swords beside him; weeping wounds litter his torso, the most gruesome of which stretches from his navel to his right side. While he had the wherewithal to cut his haramaki and tie it around his waist as a makeshift tourniquet, the fabric is sodden, metallic teardrops puddling in the sand.

Pain is a feeling he greets like an old friend. It’s comforting, almost, like a suffocating embrace. As a boy, he had to nurture that cold familiarity if he wanted to survive—be it fighting bigger kids for spare scraps at the orphanage, or taking lashes from a bokken at the dojo. Strength comes with a cost, as does physical and mental growth. Existence is suffering, and suffering is—in its purest form—pain. But the mind-numbing sting that currently radiates from his injuries is the last thing on his mind.

chigiri is your gay best friend until you go out with him one night and witness him shamelessly fucking a woman in the bathroom. you want to be pissed, but you’re so disgustingly turned on by the sight—oblivious that everything is progressing according to his plan...

he makes eye contact with you in the mirror while he’s balls deep in a woman who is wailing, hunched over the sink; his smooth lips twitch up into a smirk. your stomach drops.

humiliated, you shoulder your way through the crowd and stumble outside, taking shuddering breaths. you didn’t realize you were sweating until now—no doubt a mixture of the alcohol, body heat, and arousal. you attempt to cool off as you sit on the curb with a sigh.

chigiri is your ride home—coming here was his idea, after all—but you contemplate calling an uber, fingers shaking as you pull out your phone. how could you possibly face him after that? you wrack your fuzzy brain for answers, trying to remember if you ever asked him if he was gay.

tears sting your eyes and you rub a clammy hand across your forehead. no: you simply assumed he was gay. he’s beautiful and meticulous and flirty around everyone; you never asked him, and he never clarified. but all those times you held hands in public and cuddled in your bed and tipsily kissed each other on the lips...you can’t help but feel like the world’s biggest idiot.

even still, though, there’s a small, giddy voice in your head: does this mean that he...wants me?

so lost in your thoughts, you don’t hear him open and close the door behind you.

the next time reo asks to massage your feet you just have to start spraying him with water

Ice cold takes from a Transgender Woman:

⭐️ reblog game!!! tell me in the tags which blorbo(s) you ship prev with!!! also the why can be optional >:3c (and it can’t be one of their selfships)