cuttezoro

[cuttezoro]

My Straw Page - http://xxartxx.straw.page

[cuttezoro]

Self-indulgent mini Zoace comic. This is me smacking my two faves together

Some silly bonus dialogue options I made with friends down below

[cuttezoro]

revenge

[cuttezoro]

《Zoro's weekend》

[cuttezoro]

《Zoro's weekend》

[cuttezoro]

SABRINA CARPENTER ✩ ROLLING STONE JULY/AUGUST 2025

[cuttezoro]

𝗗𝗥𝗢𝗪𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝓨𝓮𝓸𝓷 𝓢𝓲𝓮𝓾𝓷

ADVERTENCIA : drowning, explicit content, NSFW, vaginal sex.

Si-eun could take your breath away in seconds if he wanted to. His arms were a death trap of muscle and strength, too big for someone his age. He surrounds your neck with his biceps while he attacks you hard, without giving you respite, without compassion. You loved it. You had this fetish: being squeezed until your lungs burned, being fucked while you writhed from lack of oxygen, with tears streaming down your cheeks and your body shaking with pleasure.

Having him fuck you like this, suffocating you, with his heavy breathing on you, was just what you wanted. That he could use you however he wanted, that he wouldn't even let you scream. And Si-eun knew it.

[cuttezoro]

GUTS BOTTOMGUTS BOTTOMGUTS BOTTOMGUTS BOTTOMGUTS BOTTOM GUTS BOTTOMGUTS BOTTOMGUTS BOTTOMGUTS BOTTOMGUTS BOTTOM GUTS BOTTOMGUTS BOTTOMGUTS BOTTOMGUTS BOTTOMGUTS BOTTOM GUTS BOTTOMGUTS BOTTOMGUTS BOTTOMGUTS BOTTOMGUTS BOTTOM

GUTS BOTTOMGUTS BOTTOMGUTS BOTTOMGUTS BOTTOMGUTS BOTTOM

GUTS BOTTOM AND SOME...

I'm terribly sorry

[cuttezoro]

A place of worship..

shrine provider @dannymans66

[cuttezoro]

“…I can’t think.”

“Good. You think too much anyway, curlybrow.”

[cuttezoro]

Handful of stupid doodles I did recently. Have fun.

[cuttezoro]

That hands post going around just made me realize that there's this incredible thing Iñaki does with his hands as Luffy where he is never content to just touch things. He can never just grab something and let go. He strokes things. He gently runs his fingers across them, like he wants to touch as much of them as possible. And nowhere is this more apparent than with Zoro. Like

Iñaki, why. why would Luffy need to run his fingers along the entire length of Zoro's calf.

why is Luffy stroking Zoro's titty in this incredibly emotional moment

Just. The whole thing.

The only thing I can come up with is that touch is just a Luffy Love Language, with the softest, gentlest touches being reserved for those who are truly special to him.

And no one is more special to him than Zoro.

[cuttezoro]

Toei animation adding an extra & specific scene to emphasize the romantic undertones being felt by specific characters in a particular scene 😊 💕

....OH—

You ain't slick Toei. YOU AIN'T SLICK!

[cuttezoro]

noticed this watching the first few episodes of Wano..

the only reasonable explanation?

[cuttezoro]

old man luzo yaoi posting

[cuttezoro]

The captain's pussy

TW: Bad English (not my native language), boy with pussy, smut, twist sizes.

—Monkey D. Luffy top! x Reader gender male bottom!

Luffy wanted to fuck your little pink pussy. It's that simple. Your captain, stubborn and capricious, asked you between tantrums and pouts, impatient to see you drop your pants and give him free rein to fuck you in any corner of the Sunny.

You were firmly refusing—or at least trying—partly because you were exhausted and simply didn't have the strength to deal with Luffy's overwhelming energy. You knew what that meant: endless hours of sex, in every possible position. You remained alert, prepared to avoid the moment when your captain decided to pounce on you as if you were a succulent piece of meat ready to be devoured.

But you could never beat your beloved captain.

―Buff... your pussy is so tight and small...― Luffy whimpered with a broken voice, while his hips, firm and uncontrolled, crashed again and again against your trembling thighs. He went in and out without mercy, burying himself in your pussy already swollen and sensitive from so much use, as if his only purpose was to make you his again and again.

[cuttezoro]

Twist the bones

TW: Bad English (not my native language), omegaverse, smut, older man x younger man, age alteration, no-con, dud-con, abuse, large sizes, breeding kink, pain without consolation.

―Toji Fushiguro !alfa x Reader GM !omega.

You were always afraid of alphas.

It was a terror that penetrated you to the bones, that you couldn't explain with words or logic. It was visceral. Organic. Something that crawled from your gut every time an alpha raised their voice, every time they looked at you with those sharp, hungry eyes, as if you were little more than meat to be marked. And living under the same roof as each other didn't help.

Much less if that alpha was Toji Fushiguro.

You were clear that you were nobody to him. A nuisance. A fearful, quiet omega, withdrawn to the extreme. He didn't talk to you. I barely noticed your presence. You lived hidden in the corners of that dilapidated apartment, playing with your old stuffed animal, eating in silence when he wasn't there, lowering the volume of your breathing so that he wouldn't notice your existence. And Toji... Toji didn't do much to get close either. He wasn't affectionate. It wasn't warm. It was just... a huge shadow that came in, ate, slept, and went out to do things you'd rather not imagine.

Until that night.

A night when your entire instinct was shaken by a smell.

One dense, bitter, hot. One that set off all your alarms. You walked down the stairs barefoot, with your stuffed animal pressed to your chest. Something told you that you shouldn't do it, but your curiosity, your need to know what was happening, was stronger. And then you saw it.

Touji was in the hallway. Sweating. Growling. The wrong shirt on, the chest rising and falling as if he had run a marathon. His eyes shone like those of a beast in the middle of the forest. He could barely keep his balance.

And his gaze fell on you.

You froze.

Your heart slammed against your ribs and your feet retreated. You stumbled over the step, and in an instant, he was already in front of you. Big. Hot. About to lose control. You screamed in fear, waiting for him to do the same as other alphas, to throw you to the ground and claim you. But not. Toji didn't growl. He didn't rip off your clothes. He didn't say a single vulgar word.

Instead… he carried you.

He picked you up from the ground as if you were a feather, and silently, he climbed up with you in his arms. You smelled his desperation. Your need. Your internal chaos. And yet his hands were not cruel. They just… trembled. As if taking you with him was his last attempt to not fall apart.

He laid you on his bare chest, on the dirty and messy bed he used. His breathing was irregular, and you, still as a statue, felt the warmth of his skin, the wild aroma of his heat, his enormous body against yours, but there was no violence. There were no demands.

Just his voice. His voice broken. His voice trembling.

“Quédate conmigo...” murmuró, con la frente apoyada en tu hombro “No te vayas. Eres lo último que me queda.”

Your fingers gripped his shirt tightly, as silent tears ran down your cheeks.

The stuffed animal was still in your arms, its old, patched fabric now soaked by the sweat of your trembling hands. You held it to your chest as if it were a magical barrier that could protect you from what was about to happen. You knew what jealousy was. You knew what happened to alphas when instinct burst inside them. You had heard it. Seen in others. Felt on the skin just by smelling them from afar. And now Touji was there. In heat. With you. On the bed, he breathed against your neck. His large body enveloped you like a warm cage. His scent was so strong it was dizzying, mixed with pure pheromones that soaked the room. You were on top of him, your legs trembling with every touch of his clumsy, big, hot hands... but he didn't let go. He had you against him, like you were his only anchor.

“No me dejes” repitió con voz ronca “No me dejes solo. Ahora no.”

You didn't know what to answer. The words didn't come out. Your lips trembled just like your belly, just like your legs, just like the sensitive inside between them, which was already beginning to react from the overwhelming weight of the alpha smell.

Toji lowered a hand to your lower back, and you jumped involuntarily. You didn't scream, but your body cringed with a sob. You pressed yourself closer to your stuffed animal, hiding your face between its broken ears.

“No llores” gruñó Toji, como si sus instintos lo arañaran por dentro “Mierda... No quiero que llores...”

But you were doing it. Your tears wet the stuffed animal. Your fear was mixed with a heat that you couldn't control, one that was born from your center and expanded through your abdomen. The closeness, the pressure, his smell... everything was breaking you little by little. Then you felt it. A huge, hard lump pressing between your legs. You gasped hard, trying to move, but Toji held you with a firm arm and turned you easily, leaving you lying on your back, as if your body weighed nothing. Your stuffed animal was left on top of your chest, your nails buried in its fabric. Toji's gaze was intense, his pupils dilated, his fangs visible, and that smell... that fucking smell that soaked you and told you that there was no turning back.

“Voy a entrar, omega” murmuró con voz baja, ronca, casi triste. Mientras se bajaba lentamente los pantalones, añadió: "Pero no voy a hacerte daño". No dijiste nada. Solo cerraste los ojos con fuerza y ​​apretaste el peluche, como si con eso pudieras detener el tiempo.

Toji lowered your shorts with slow movements. Rough. As if fighting against his own hands. Your legs were shaking, and your hips couldn't help but move backwards on reflex, wanting to escape. But he held you down. With a large hand on your thigh, he held you open. His tongue came down without warning, hot and wet, licking your entrance as if trying to soothe it, prepare you. But you sobbed again, cowering, not knowing how to bear the heat that was boiling inside you.

“Tú también estás en celo, ¿lo sabes?” susurró contra tu piel “Te activé sin querer... mierda.”

You just whimpered, shaking your head. You didn't want to be in heat. You didn't want to be exposed. You didn't want...

But your body did want it. It was moistening, blooming, preparing for the Alpha that was upon you. You gasped when you felt his huge cock rub against your slippery folds, collecting the cream that oozed from your pussy.

And he... entered.

His cock was so thick, so big, that your body reacted immediately: your back arched, your nails tore the stuffed animal, and your throat let out a muffled scream of pain and invasion.

“Shh…” Toji te rodeó con sus brazos, sosteniéndote contra él mientras te llenaba lenta, profundamente. “Ahora, omega… ahora… está casi dentro…” El dolor nubló tu visión. Las lágrimas volvieron a caer, pero no eran solo de miedo. Era todo el cuerpo el que no sabía cómo procesar tanto estiramiento, tanta fricción, tanto instinto. Su polla te retorció dentro, llenándote, hasta que de repente… la base se atascó. Casi. Toji gruñó fuerte y empujó, haciéndote gritar al sentir el grueso anillo expandirte desde el interior. Tu vientre se tensó y tus manos soltaron y apretaron el peluche sin parar, buscando consuelo donde ya no lo había.

“Ah... tu barriga...” gruñó Toji, jadeando contra tu cuello mientras acariciaba tu abdomen, que ya se abultaba por su tamaño “Te ves tan bien así de hinchada...”

Te cubrió con su cuerpo. Empezó a moverse sin piedad, entrando y saliendo de tu pobre coño sin piedad. Sus gruñidos te hicieron temblar, la sensación de cómo forzaba la entrada en tu pequeño cuerpo quemaba mucho, estirando su abdomen y revolviendo tus entrañas. Pulsando y abriendo tus paredes esponjosas. Hasta que se corrió. Su semen entró en oleadas salvajes, calientes e interminables. Tus entrañas se retorcieron con cada sacudida. Tu vientre se hinchó aún más, redondo, marcado, tenso. Toji lamió tu cuello como un animal satisfecho, acariciando la zona donde comenzaba a asomar el bulto, palmeando tu estómago con orgullo.

“Así es como me gusta verte...” murmuró con la voz ronca. “Totalmente atado. Mío.” No respondiste. Solo lloraste en silencio mientras tu cuerpo vibraba con los últimos espasmos del vínculo. Seguías apretando el peluche. Aún olías su tela vieja, su perfume infantil.

He growled softly, and fell onto your body, waiting for the knot to lower. He gently kisses your shoulder, as if trying to apologize for what happened recently. You could only look at the old ceiling, and hold the stuffed bunny to your chest even tighter.