#one piece zoro

[dannymans66]

Genderbend strawhats

[organveils]

Some sweet zosan for the soul <33

[eury-d1ce]

(platonic or romantic!) here's a scrappy comic for my opla boys

[as-estre1as]

LMAOOO

more goth fam

creepy mihawk🎉🙏

drawing realistic teeth just for it to be a blurred background 😭😭

[montyrose]

What a fkn loser!🫵😭

GIF version:

[majubengel]

One Piece final battle

poorly drawn extra:

[zorosgirlfriend]

Hello!! Could I get something with a reader who is usually reserved but when they get really wasted they become 10x more clingy? Maybe its during a celebration or something and all the strawhats are having a good time? Anything will do tbh

i didn't know which character you wanted so I did all three of them! :))

monster trio ~ !! Clingy when Tipsy.

warnings: implied alcohol and drinking, maybe a bit suggestive if you squint

masterlist and rules || have fun reading!

Monkey D. Luffy

He’s the one who handed you the first drink,

Laughing as he raised his own.

“We’re celebrating! You gotta drink too!”

You never drink much,

But tonight…

You let loose a little.

A little turned into a lot.

Soon,

You were giggling beside him,

Arms wrapped around his waist like a starfish.

“Luffyyy,”

You drawled,

Pressing your cheek to his chest,

“You’re so squishy and warm…”

“I’m not squishy! I’m strong!”

He huffed proudly,

But didn’t push you away

In fact,

He grinned ear-to-ear.

When you started peppering his face with soft kisses and mumbling,

“You smell like sunshine,”

Luffy let out a loud laugh and hugged you tight,

Bouncing you slightly.

“You’re funny when you’re drunk, y’know?”

He said.

“I like clingy you!”

You wouldn’t let go of him for the rest of the night.

And he absolutely didn’t mind.

Roronoa Zoro

Zoro noticed something was up.

When you suddenly flopped beside him at the party table and stayed there.

Your arm sneaked around his,

And your head tilted onto his shoulder.

“You okay?”

He asked,

Raising a brow.

“Mhm,”

You mumbled,

Then added,

“You smell like trees…”

He blinked.

“…What?”

“You smell nice. Like a forest. Mysterious and green,”

You said dreamily,

Snuggling into him.

Zoro was frozen stiff.

You were never like this.

Reserved?

Sure.

Quiet?

Usually.

But now?

You were holding his face gently in both hands,

Staring at him with sleepy admiration.

“You’re so strong, and serious, and you have such pretty eyelashes…”

Zoro’s ears went so red.

“…Y-You’re drunk,”

He grumbled.

“I’m not that drunk,”

You whispered,

Then leaned in to nuzzle his neck.

Yeah.

He wasn’t escaping you tonight.

Vinsmoke Sanji

You barely ever initiated affection,

Which made it ten times more noticeable...

When you wrapped your arms around Sanji’s waist from behind while he was cooking party snacks.

“Sanjiii…”

You mumbled.

He blinked,

Startled.

“Sweetheart? You okay?”

“You’re so handsome. So nice. And you feed me. That’s so important.”

Sanji nearly short-circuited.

“A-Angel?! What happened?!”

He turned around to cup your face,

Looking for signs of a fever.

You just blinked up at him and leaned forward,

Booping your forehead to his chest.

“You’re warm. I wanna stay here forever…”

He practically melted.

“My love… my precious love… you’re too cute, I’m going to explode!”

He carried you bridal-style to the couch,

Wrapped you in a blanket,

And let you snuggle into his chest for hours,

Gently brushing your hair as you dozed off.

Completely clingy and completely adored.

[crazyfoxyarcade]

LOVED THISSS 😛

ship's seamstress

roronoa zoro x fem!reader —ᡣ𐭩 fic summary: as the sunny's seamstress, it's your job to make new clothes for the crew. so what happens when it's zoro's turn for his measurements? w/c: 1.4k c/w: (very) suggestive, flirting a/n: its cuffing season soon, after all. this is pure thirst.

"Alright! Zoro, it's your turn," Nami says, walking out of the stairs that lead under the ship.

Hiding his smug look, Zoro brushes past the navigator as he takes lazy steps down to your studio. The rest of the crew had their measurements taken for their new clothes, but Zoro stayed behind and insisted that he be the last one to do so.

The chatter of his crewmates fades to silence as the door closes, and he walks down the barren hallway, only the sound of his heartbeat in his ears. A familiar but restless feeling rises in his chest, one that can only be roused by you, and Zoro rubs at his sternum. He can hear you humming, something that only happens when you’re giddy, and the feeling in his chest grows tenfold.

Without knocking, the swordsman pushes the door open. Despite the red silks hanging from the curtain rod, the blue muslin draped on the hutch against the wall, and the chest of buttons that had spilled on the rug, Zoro's gaze zeros in on you like it always does.

You stand at your desk, your back to the door, different fabrics splayed over your workspace. Your hands move, calculating and purposefully as you pair colours and materials together.

"Don't think too hard about what to put me in," Zoro quips, shutting the door behind him. "I don't wear a shirt that much anyway."

The sound of his voice, paired with his words, warms your whole body. You turn around and lean against the desk, hands gripping the edge.

Tilting your head, your eyes scan his build. His thick biceps and broad chest make it hard to focus on the task at hand, and the look in his eye isn't helping either.

"Not sure my measuring tape will go the whole way around."

Zoro scoffs, dropping his head. "Were you like this with the rest of your clients today?"

"Only the annoying ones."

Rolling his eyes, Zoro steps before you, his knee slipping between your thighs. "You think everyone's annoying."

You shrug and reach behind you for the string. "Back up, big boy."

Poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue, Zoro reaches behind his neck and pulls the back of his shirt over his head. You refrain from glancing at his happy trail for too long.

But Zoro notices everything about you and stretches his arms out with a raised eyebrow. "Well?"

You blink. "Well, what?"

"Will it fit?"

There's a mischievous glint in his eye that excites you. Clearing your throat, you sigh. You're both on thin ice with the crew waiting impatiently for their clothes; who knows when they'd barge into your studio to get their hands on their goods.

"Maybe if your boobs weren't so big..."

"They're pecs." His eyes flicker to your chest, and he runs his hand over his hair, his earrings clinking together as he tilts his head slightly.

Ignoring him, you run the string through your fist and stretch it out.

Standing this close to Zoro will never fail to make your head spin and your breath shorten. His usual musky man smell engulfs you, and you swallow the dryness in your throat. Wrapping your arms around his back, your chest presses against him, the feeling all too familiar.

Shoving the thought to the back of your mind proves more problematic than anticipated, but nonetheless, you catch the other end of the string with your right hand and circle it around to his sternum.

Much to your chagrin, the ends of the string barely meet.

You can practically hear the smirk on his lips.

"Do you still need me here? Or do you have all my measurements memorised, pretty girl?"

Scoffing, you let go of the string and step back, meeting his piercing gaze with your own. "Shut up and sit down."

Raising his hands in faux surrender, Zoro smiles. "Yes, ma'am."

Turning back to your desk, you quickly get to work. You won't give Zoro the satisfaction of saying you did, in fact, already have his measurements retained, but what can you say? You're good at your job. It's definitely not from the countless hours you spend admiring him, watching him hone himself into a weapon, or pressing yourself against him whenever the moment arises.

It's definitely, only because you're a trained seamstress.

You round your desk and sit in the chair, pulling the machine closer to you. Shaking your head softly, you rid your mind of flashes of his sweaty abdomen and thick thighs. He'd invited you to watch his previous workout, cocky bastard.

With shaky hands, you narrowly miss putting your thumb through the sewing machine — you should've sent him away before you started thinking of him like this. And with him not 5 feet away, you're sure he can see what you're thinking.

But unbeknownst to you, Zoro watches you from across the room, his skin hot and mind full of thoughts of you, you, you. He sees you swallow thickly, and he shifts in his chair, the creak jolting you from your daze.

"What?" Zoro asked, his eyebrows furrowed at your surprise.

"Nothing," You squeak, running the sleeve hem through your sewing machine. "Just forgot you were there."

"Forgot, huh?"

Rolling your eyes, you ignore his cocky expression.

Instead of pushing you further, Zoro gets comfortable, leaning back in the chair with his arms crossed. His eye follows your hands as you work, and all he can think about is your fingers wrapped around—

"Zo?"

Blinking, Zoro's head snaps up, and he fears you can hear what he's thinking. "Yeah?"

His unusual demeanour confuses you, but you stand from your chair and walk toward him, a black garment in your hands.

Your hands—

Zoro clears his throat and sniffs, looking everywhere but your fingers.

"Try this on."

It's not a question but a demand, and Zoro can feel his cocky facade slipping as he stands, muscles rippling as he rolls his shoulders back.

You hand the shirt over to him gingerly, hands clammy. Zoro smiles softly and takes it, tongue darting to wet his lips.

Zoro doesn't inspect it before he puts it on—he already knows it'll fit perfectly. The fabric is soft on his skin, and it's the right amount of tight.

A black long-sleeve that hugs his narrow waist and broad chest, his veiny forearms and thick biceps.

You have to refrain from squealing at the sight of him, and he knows it, too.

Zoro hums in approval, turning to the small mirror you have by the hutch to look over the shirt. He smirks at you through the mirror and you shake your head, a giggle leaving your lips at what you know he'll do next.

And if you had a berry for every time Zoro had purposefully flexed in front of you, you'd have enough to pay his bounty. So, when the fabric stretches just right to accommodate the pressure of his flexed bicep, you physically swoon, and Zoro laughs a laugh only reserved for you.

You walk toward him and place your hands on his waist. "Do you like it?"

Zoro rests one hand on the back of your head and the other on your neck.

"Silly question, pretty," He presses his lips to your hairline. "Thank you."

You close your eyes and bask in his strong embrace. "I—"

A sharp rip, followed by a gasp and a deep laugh, draws you from your stupor. Maybe he had gotten bigger.

"Turn," a shocked laugh leaves your lips, and you inspect the damage with your other hand covering your mouth. Shocked because you're surprised it happened this quickly.

Your fingers trace his spine, fingertips probing the raw edges of the fabric. As you do so, you calculate how much extra fabric to leave on the new shirt so this doesn't happen again.

Zoro tries to look over his shoulder. "Well, shit, that sucks."

"Terribly," You sigh absentmindedly, feeling goosebumps arise on his skin. "I wasn't aiming to boost your ego this fast."

Scoffing, Zoro turns back around. The shirt sits loosely around his shoulders but still tightly on his arms, and you can barely take it anymore.

"Take your shirt off."

Zoro inhales sharply, his eye narrowing. "Keep talkin' like that, and we're gonna have problems."

"Oh, yeah?" You smile. "Would you like new pants too?"

The swordsman looks to the ceiling and mumbles something incoherent. He lowers his head, and you can feel your chest tighten at his fiery gaze. "You're gonna kill me."

Shrugging with a smile, you begin cutting more material, leaving just enough allowance to get the desired look without the possibility of the shirt ripping (not that you're complaining).

[plang-works]

my little spin on the iconic delicious in dungeon comic, but with my favorite scene from thriller bark

[dollbrbie]

thinking about giving boyfriend!zoro head for the first time when it’s pretty early on in your relationship - the talk of sex only being vague and kinda brushed over.

you’re not too sure what the other likes, what gets you off or what kinks you have. but you wanted to test the waters, offering to give zoro head one night when you were feeling pretty bold as you watch the way he swallows with a curt nod.

you smile up at him as your thumb brushes over his pink tip, swiping over the pre cum that leaked from from it before swirling your tongue around it. zoro breathes out at the feeling, resting his head back as he watched you intently while moving some of your hair out of your face. he was hiding how nervous he was incredibly well, enough for you to not notice.

when you finally wrap your lips around his cock, sucking as you slowly bob your head up and down with your hand still pumping the bottom of his shaft, you swear you hear a whine.

and as you continue, your hand wrapping tighter and your mouth stimulating his cock that has it twitching against your tongue, zoro just can’t hold back the whines and groans that fall from his lips. he’s been thinking about you like this for so long, but not daring to bring sex up because he didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable. your relationship was going so well - he didn’t want to fuck it up.

god, he wasn’t usually like this, not whining from head.

but here you are, looking up at him with those pretty eyes that he adores while your mouth makes him overwhelmed with pleasure. and just who taught you about the trick with your hands? you were driving him insane, and he was struggling to hold himself back from cumming.

the last thing you imagined was that zoro was a whiner. more so the quiet type with a few grunts here and there. but this was a pleasant surprise, smirking up at him with the sounds of his pretty whines like music to your ears.

looking down, he lets out a shallow breath, “slow down, i’m- fuck, i’m gonna cum.”

you pop his cock out of your mouth, springing back up as you pump your fist around his shaft with not even a few seconds later when zoro’s cock sporadically littered his hot white cum on his stomach, breathing out a heavy breath.

“so.. you’re a whiner?”, you smile.

he groans, “please, don’t even mention it.”

© dollbrbie | don’t plagiarise or translate any of my work

[dannymans66]

Here's the fifth sword guys 🙏

[zeraplus309]

Neither does he

Sanji: This is a list of places the Marimo could’ve wondered off to

Nami:

Nami: Sanji, that’s a globe.

Sanji: Yeah… we have no fucking clue where he went.

[eury-d1ce]

Reprieve

[parvusluxart]

Harrowing Heart | Sanzo | Chapter Ninteen

this absolutely beautiful art is by the amazing @ameirin ♥♥♥ I will never get sick of commissioning you, Mei!!! Do you see how she drew Zoro extra pretty for me? I cry whenever I see this. ♥

[jei-rifni]

I’ll put this on AO3 as soon as the servers are back up!

[dollychou]

oh i am so happy i found your blog…your writing is so so lovely to read, and you write for two of my favs (＞人＜;) thank u sm for posting ur work <3

if i could leave a small request for some soft, tooth-rotting fluff w/ zoro about being taken care of during a rough time TT life is not very good to me right now so anything comforting would be nice. i apologize if it’s a little personal, but thank u so much for your consideration ♡

TREATING THE SWORDSMAN

𝓈ummary ʚଓ zoro is sick and you care to him, helping him out more than you know.

𝒸ontent ʚଓ fluff! this is set right after thriller bark but there are no spoilers. zoro is questioning himself. teeny use of baby talk but just once.

✉️ ྀི . . hi nonnie >_< thank u so much for your kind words and your request — it means so much to me! i really hope this meets your expectations and that whatever you're dealing with passes on. sending you hugs and kisses ❤︎ !

zoro is laying in bed, a cold cloth stuck to his forehead. his temperature is at an all time high, his body feeling like it's on fire. he's coughing every few minutes, a splitting headache being the cherry on top of it all!

to make matters worse, the awfully gruesome wounds he had sustained from thriller bark were hurting tenfold because of his sudden illness. he feels like they're being cut open every time he so much as breathes and it is agonising for him.

he feels so helpless right now, mentally cursing himself for being as affected by everything as he is.

'if only i were stronger,' he thinks, determined to somehow make himself get better quicker so that he can get to training. but with this damned illness, he is tied to the bed, forced to well in not only the physical agony but the one brewing in his mind, making him question his worth as the first mate of the crew.

the only thing that isn't keeping him from completely losing his mind is you. the person who treats him sweeter than anyone else he knows. the person who takes care of him so lovingly — making sure he's fed, that he's getting enough sleep, even cleaning his swords for him; an act he only lets you do. the person who looks out for him, even if it means scolding him for what he does. and being honest, he knows he deserves it even if he doesn't openly admits it.

he hears soft footsteps approaching his bed and he knows it's you, simply by the sound. you sit down, giving him that smile of yours that has his heart swelling with ardour, his entire body seemingly relaxing from your presence alone. you take out the cloth from his forehead, replacing it with a new one.

"how are you feeling?," you ask, gently caressing the sides of his cheek.

he unknowingly leans into your touch, eyes slowly meeting yours. his expression turns from one of torment to contentment before he mumbles quietly, "'m great."

you huff, rolling your eyes at his sarcastic remark. "yup, i'd say you've never looked better," you retort, giggling a little.

he sports a tiny smile, eyes fluttering close. "i knew it. you're falling for me all over again, aren't you?"

you grin at his comment, lightly running your fingers through his hair. he feels his body easing even more, the pain that he was feeling almost forgotten to him.

he notices the bowl placed on your lap and asks, "what you got in there?"

"some tomato soup," you reply, stirring it with the spoon. "come on now. sit up for me."

he grumbles, carefully sitting himself up, placing his back against the headboard. you take a scoop of the soup, bringing it up to your lips and blowing on it before feeding him. "say 'aahh', my sweet little baby," you giggle.

he can't even bring himself to feign annoyance at your antics and opens up, drinking in the soup. it's nice and warm, making him feel ever so slightly better. "does it taste wummy?," you coo, giggling even more at yourself.

"shut up," he retorts, his cheeks growing even hotter but now from embarrassment. "i'm not a damn baby."

you snicker heartily, bringing another spoonful of soup to zoro's mouth again. "you are to me."

after feeding him his dinner and helping him lay back down, you lift up the duvet and tuck yourself in beside him. "what are you doin'?," he asks, concern laced with his words, worried that with you being so close to him would risk you getting sick as well.

"i'm cuddling with you," you answer, gently wrapping your arm around his torso.

"don't-," he begins but is immediately cut off by you, "don't argue. i'm staying here with you." your fingers delicately trace over his arms, the simple action bringing him an immense amount of comfort. he knows that he should get you to sleep in your own room but he just can't bring himself to.

"zoro." it comes out, just barely a whisper.

he faintly hums, his eyes glancing down at you.

"i really do hope you get better soon."

he can hear the genuine worry and care in your voice. for a few moments, it's just silence, his mind mulling over what to say. he knows he's not the best with words but he tries his best. "you're here. that's enough."

he can feel your smile as you place a tender kiss to his cheek. you pepper a few more, a small grin spreading across his lips. with whatever strength he can muster, he pulls you closer to him, your body flush against his side.

as the night wanes on, the only noise now filling the room is your faint little snores. in a matter of moments, you had lulled yourself to sleep, your head resting gingerly on zoro's chest. he feels his own eyes getting heavy, sleep slowly but surely creeping up on him too.

despite the dolour raging inside him — not only from dealing with this illness but from him questioning his own self worth on the crew — the only person who can assuage him, placate him is you. the one he bears his heart to and the only one who he lets tend to him.

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