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roronoa zoro's guide to relationship

before anything : tysm for your support on my first post!! i'm working on a long piece to celebrate starring the loml here. feel free to request anything your heart desires, i'll be happy to oblige ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

here's a headcanon of what a relationship with roronoa zoro would include in my opinion.

warning: gn reader, use of "you" and "them", sfw, but sexual intercourses implied! i'll write a dedicated nsfw one if you want to ;)

wc : 1,070k+.

being in a relationship with roronoa zoro would include :

being used as a body pillow. zoro is a heavy sleeper, and his s/o would be the best body pillow ever. he won't admit it, but he feels pretty sad when he's on watch duty and can't sleep alongside their s/o in their shared bed. if his s/o complains about being too hot, he would much prefer pouring an ice cold buck of water upon them rather than moving his body a little. his giant body won't move.

being teased about your habits. zoro is observant and likes a good laugh. so, he would pick on all the small (cute) things his s/o does that feel funny to him. you're sleeping with a stuffed bear ? he would tease you by arranging it in the most deranged scenes ever. you're hugging any of your newest purchase after buying them ? he would tease you by mimicking you with his bottle of sake. be prepared to be constantly teased on.

however, this man won't let anyone make fun of you, and would always defend your honor (even if that third party would make fun of the same things he teases you about). he would yell at luffy and usopp so bad if they dared pulling the smallest of prank on you (remember that scene where he makes luffy drink a whole glass of water at the baratie ? yeah he'll make him drink the whole ocean this time lol)

having his hand on the small of your back while you walk. when a crewmate mentions it to him, he just huffs and acts like "it's nothing". actually, he didn't even notice it himself, but the way his hand falls on your back so naturally is beyond any scientific reasonings. this gesture alone speaks volumes about his love and affection.

making you talk about the smallest of things. roronoa zoro is not the most chattery in the whole crew, but he lives for listening to the voice of their s/o. he would ask you to read a passage of the book you're reading, talk about what you liked and disliked for hours, the latest gossip on the Sunny, anything would make him happy. his head would naturally fall on your lap as he daydreams while rocking on the sound of your honey-like voice. (he would love hearing your voice in bed)

being trusted, valued and respected. zoro would give his all to his s/o. this man is so focused on his dream and his loyalty to luffy would mean so much, that choosing commitment means he would respect and value his s/o for their personality, experiences and ethics. the second he decided it was the right decision, after a lot of introspection, his heart would be left into your hands for you to do as please. he's also really careful as to not push your boundaries, and always asks for consent for anything. anyone with eyes can see how much he adores you and values your existence.

being constantly protected. even though he respects your abilities, he cannot help but keeping an eye on you anywhere, at any times, even when you're not around. he's on high alert, constantly on watch. during combat, he would go rampage if someone dared to touch you, and i'm not talking about being hurt. if that were the case, zoro would not even be able to look at you (in scared of being too "softened") before destroying the enemy with pure sadism.

being kissed all the time when you're alone. this boy hates PDAs, which could be one of the reasons why his has his hand on your back so no one can really see lol. that does not mean he won't look at you with love and adoration in public, offering you a quick and genuine smile or wink when your eyes lock. but when alone, zoro reveals himself as a passionate lover. he would kiss you endlessly until your breath runs out, and would kiss you again when he's given the "go". his kisses would be long, and he would trap you in his huge arms the whole time, running his hands through your waist, hips, legs and ass. he won't say it, but he loves it when you cup his face during the kiss or run your fingers through his green hair. bonus if you grip on his shoulders during intimate moments, where he would kiss you harder and a tad rougher. with him drinking a lot, be prepared for some amusing kissing sessions where he could kiss you with his mouth full of sake (unless you're not drinking, which he would totally respect!!)

him showing off to sanji just to fuck with him. hell, he would lick your whole face in front of the chef if that could set him on fire. that would make him laugh his ass off.

having heated arguments. zoro is stubborn and can be impulsive. if he's in a cranky mood, he may raise his voice at his s/o for nothing important, but he would be feeling so sorry after that. he would shyly apologize in what feels like a whisper, but he would give you some space for a little time before doing so.

being told "i love you" when he thinks you're sleeping. zoro is not chatty, and again, you know he loves you, and he knows he does. anyone with eyes can see that. but sometimes, when the rythme of this life gets too crazy, or when he feels the need for you to hear these magic words and for him to vocalize his feelings, he would say "i love you" in the most intimate way possible, in the crook of your neck when you're sleeping, before pressing a kiss to your temple. little did he know, you heard it every single time. he would also say it during really intimate and slow make out sessions and intercourses. however, he would often thinks "i love them", at the most random times when he's looking at his s/o : seeing them eat ? shower ? dance ? reading ? he's loving them all the time. 24/7. (he just needs the courage to say it each time he thinks it, but then he would look like sanji and he can't have that)

being his. zoro won’t admit it but he loves knowing you’re his, and having the others know it as well. he is so proud of you, and proud to have such an amazing partner. and he would have no shame in saying he’s yours.

don't start me but zoro would be the type of guy to say "i'm not taking a shower unless it's with you" lol.

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Shachi and Penguin for the people out there

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@calysto1395 dropped a Howl's Moving Castle AU in our chat and I could not stop thinking about it, so here are some Howl!Law sketches

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back at it again with supernova trio + a silly little scribble

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i just-

vexed

nsfw! 18+ MDNI!

zoro x fem!reader cw: wall sex, thighfucking, teasing, dom!zoro, just smut an: the zoro version of that law fic. once again way longer than i intended. tagging: @bby-deerling @themushroomofdeath @kaizokuniichan @sleepymarimo @willowbelle

Zoro’s nearing his limit with you tonight. All evening you’ve been intentionally flaunting yourself at him, wearing those shorts that hug your thighs just right, tucking your hair behind your ear to show off the skin of your neck that begs him to mark, and if the slow, carefully thought out traces of your fingers along his arm down to his thigh under the dinner table strikes flame into his skin, then the obvious grin when he catches you is salt upon the wound. You would do this – spring these acts upon him when he least expects it. You know just when to test him and just what he likes. He knows that you know it, and he knows that you know that it works every single time.

One more mischievous attempt at temptation and his remaining will wanes. No sooner are plates cleared of food when Zoro grips your wrist and all but drags you through the dining room doors and down to the aquarium bar – kicking the door open and ushering you inside before quickly locking it behind him.

You begin to say something, but your words are swallowed whole when you're cornered against a nearby wall by Zoro’s enveloping presence. His hand reaches to gently grip your jaw between a thick index finger and thumb, directing your face to better meet his. “You’re not subtle,” he notes, a glimmer of something soft in his eye in contrast to the more fiendish smile that he wears upon his lips. “Ya know that, right sweetheart?” 

The rare use of the pet name is enough to make your mind buzz with desire, but the low, rasp timbre of his voice so close to you has your entire body twitching with need. “Seems to have worked well enough, though.” You manage to tease a reply through a sickeningly sweet smile, letting your hands trail slowly up his chest to entwine over his shoulders.

Zoro chuckles and drags his thumb softly across your cheek. “You're not gettin’ off that easy,” he chides with a smirk before leaning forward to capture your lips to his in an equal parts hungry, eager, and passionate kiss.Your fingers tangle in his mossy tresses and Zoro locks an arm around your waist and pulls you close, letting out a low groan when you tangle your tongue with his and deepening the already seemingly endless embrace. 

He swallows down every single sigh, whine, and writhe whole. One of his hands cups your cheek while the other slides down to the curve of your ass, squeezing it with enough force to make you squeal. Zoro snickers into you, pleased with the reaction given to him. Though it's your turn to reciprocate when you reply with a roll of your hips against the obvious bulge in his jeans. 

“Now,” Zoro murmurs, breaking away from you with a final nibble to your lower lip. He motions downward with a quick nod of his head and presses his pelvis to yours. “This is what ya wanted, yeah?” 

His gaze is heavy, yet you feel lighter beneath it. “Mhm,” You begin, nodding at him from behind your crave-filled expression and kiss-swollen lips. “Wanted it all evening, can’t believe you made me wait this long!” The last word drags out from pursed lips with clear content to tease, and you feel his shoulder muscles tense under your fingertips.

“Then get it out.” Zoro growls. “Show me.”

Exhaling a breath you have no memory of taking, your hands trail down his chest kissing along his jaw and collarbone while your fingers fiddle with the hem of his trousers. It takes but a moment to slide his cock free, thick and leaky and as inviting as ever. Zoro hisses when your fingers grip the base of his shaft, the touch he's ached for all evening finally coming to fruition.

His sizable length twitches against the palm of your hand as you glide it up the sensitive skin, and suddenly Zoro’s lips are on yours once more. He kisses you hard, saliva dripping down both of your chins before he dips his head to press the assault on your neck. You stroke him slowly, living for the small but irresistible sighs he emits between nips and sucks to your throat.

Both of Zoro’s hands come to purchase on either side of your waist, and you feel yourself being turned around manually. “Hands on the wall, lose the shorts.”

Complying, you hastily pull down and step out of your clothing. You hear a faint “Fuck…” from the man behind you at the sight of your lack of underwear, exposing yourself to both him and the cool air of the aquarium. 

Zoro’s attention is narrowed in on your pussy, and even in the dim light of the room he can see your folds glisten and drool with anticipation. He’s back upon you in seconds, one hand gripping your hip as the other slides down your spine to ease you into an arch. “That’s it,” he coos, moving to align himself with you. “Perfect.”

You brace yourself when he teases your entrance with the head of his cock, biting your lip to hold back a moan that you’re sure would escape your throat – but Zoro simply slides past it to rub himself along your slick. His thrusts are slow and meant with enough friction to tease at your clit, and, fuck, is it working. Soon enough you’re meeting every slither across your core, grinding your sex back and forth on his until he hastens his pace.

You’re so wet that the sound of your juices squelching against him makes him dig his nails into the soft flesh of your hips, earning him both a wail of pleasure and a throb of desire. Though Zoro notices when you attempt to keep him in place when his tip slips inside of you, squeezing your thighs together tightly and whining when he denies you. 

“Zoro, please–” You breathe, clenching your hands against the wooden wall into fists and standing on the tips of your toes in a fruitless bid to goad him into giving what you want. “Fuck me already!” 

“Why should I?” He gloats, raising a hand to smack your ass before leaning forward to envelop your body below him, earrings clicking together as he lowers his lips to your ear.. “After what ya did tonight, how much do ya deserve it?” Zoro’s voice dances around in your head and nearly makes you dizzy, and when he flicks his tongue along the shell of your ear you swear that you can feel true delirium. 

“Tell me.”

“So bad!” You break, bouncing off his pelvis as fast as his grip on you will allow and throwing your head backward to the heavens above. “Please, I need it so bad!” The wails and pleas are genuine, a tried and true song to his ears, and he wants to cave – wants to lose himself in you again and again and again. 

At the end of all things, he enjoys these moments with you – regardless of how things begin. It’s a privilege he never tires of being given, and with a series of soft kisses to your ear, and a few nibbles to your shoulder he finally slides himself fully within you and smiles into your skin at your cry of elation. 

“Then you’ll get it, pretty thing.”

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The things i’d do to this man 🧎🏼‍♀️

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boob morning everyone

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HEY TRAFALGAR LAW

53 HOURS LEFT UNTIL YOU GET GOT

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i got the new one piece episode plot. basically there’s Trafalgar Law except he’s got huge boobs. i mean some serious honkers. a real set of badonkers. packin some dobonhonkeros. massive dohoonkabhankoloos. big ol’ tonhongerekoogers. what happens next?! his crew shows up with even bigger bonkhonagahoogs. humongous hungolomghononoloughongous

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Please take a breath, Cora-san! Now I'm going to care about you!

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:3

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just the tip (law x reader nsfw)

this came to me in a dream (and by dream i mean goon session)

18+, mdni, nsfw, wc: 1.0k masterlist || commissions (info)

cw: afab!reader, teasing, edging, dom law, pwp, spanking (law smacks your ass, no weird undertones to it), messy sex, devious backshots, evil sex

tagging some law kissers: @eelnoise @ragethebunny @willowhaze26 @sanjisjuul @sanjisprincesswifey @risenwrites @kaizokuniichan @alicesfracturedmirror

“Law, please…” you whine, knuckles turning as white as the sheets threaded between your fingers.  A tease at his core, he’s floating on cloud nine as he watches you, sprawled out, face buried into the pillow and whimpering in frustration as he continues to only allow himself to slip just the slightest bit into your drooling pussy.  Though he considered himself benevolent, in his own twisted way, for working you up so slowly and thoroughly, the soft, needy, desperate pleas that fall from your lips fall onto deaf ears; Law will only give you the fullness you crave on his terms—no matter how much you beg and plead, you’ll only get it once he’s ready.

You’re so pretty like this, heat radiating from your body as blood pumps rapidly through dilated vessels, mewling and whining each time he barely presses into your weeping sex.  The way that such a small portion of him pressing into you had turned you into a writhing mess makes Law drunk on the high of control, satisfied in his ability to render you into a pile of mush to sculpt as he sees fit.

But as fun as keeping you in this state is, he has other plans for you.

His hand comes down sharply against the plush skin of your ass, making you let out a small yelp, muffled by the dark cotton fabric of the pillowcase.  Before you recover from the shock, he bottoms out inside of you without warning, frying the circuits of your mind as he fills you up with his length.

Reaching down towards the vertex of your thighs, he traces his fingers along your folds, coating them in the slick arousal that envelops every inch of his cock as he keeps himself buried inside you, but remains painfully still.  “Looks like someone wants it bad…” he taunts, smearing his fingers down the side of your inner thigh, making you twitch as cool air runs across the remnants of your essence.

“Mhm—” you whimper softly, body flooding with relief at finally having him inside of you; though, now that he’s given you what you’ve been yearning for, it’s not enough.  More than anything—more than the need for air, food, or drink, and more than the urge to feel the sun’s rays on your skin after weeks spent submerged beneath the water—you need him to move.

Seeing the way your back arches towards him in response makes him exhale sharply with amusement; though you're laying face down, you can feel the feral grin spreading on his face as he stares down at the way the base of his shaft is flush against your entrance.  You’re molten hot, dripping, and gripping his cock loosely with tiny intermittent flutters, all from simply having him inside you, in the most basic definition of the term.  Though, the way your whole body slightly jumps when his hand makes contact with your skin once more piques his interest and makes him throb and twitch inside of you.  “You like that, don’t you?” he purrs as he runs his tattooed hand across the flushed, red skin, grasping a handful of your plush skin between his fingers.

Had any sanity been left in your buzzing, dizzy mind, you would tell him that you love every bit of it, from the way that tiny pockets of electricity rush towards the point of impact, leaving a tingling sensation it their wake, to the warm press of his hands across the freshly marked skin, smoothing over the shock with the roll of his fingers.  However, too lost in the dense fog of lust clouding your senses, all you can muster is a needy whimper of mhm.  With a smirk, he gives you one last smack before laying on top of you, caging you beneath him.

Warmth envelops you as he presses his chest flush to your back, and he uses the opportunity to press himself even deeper inside of you; his slow, controlled exhales are hot on your ear, creating a dissonance with your shallow erratic breaths.  The gap only widens as he softly chuckles against the crook of your neck and slips an arm underneath your waist and starts to play with your aching bud, making your cheeks burn and your heart race.  “Take it for me.” he whispers lowly as he starts to move, sinking himself into you as far as possible, but at an agonizingly slow pace.  Though he was giving in to the allure of your needy body, he remains steadfast in his aim to work you up slowly, rubbing lazy circles into your clit as other hand kneads the plump flesh of your ass, smoothing out any remaining stings from his smacks that were coursing underneath your skin. 

Limp and pliant underneath him, you’ve given in and surrendered to his iron resolve, mewling and drooling into the pillow as he rolls his hips into yours and scatters bites and kisses along the column of your neck; once his tongue starts tracing rhythmic circles along your skin, matching the pace of his inked fingers on your bud, glowing white-hot heat begins to pool in your core.  You try to let out a mangled please, but the word is incoherent, melting into the amalgamation of whimpers escaping your throat; as the frequency of your walls clamping around him increases, Law knows you’re close—for a moment he considers denying you and stretching out your climax even further, though you look so sweet underneath him that he can’t help but let you come.

And when your mind shatters, with nothing remaining but the drag of his cock along your insides and the heat of his tongue along your neck, he gives it to you—hard and frenzied, losing his own mind as he pounds you into the mattress and sinks his teeth into your skin.  The head of his cock brushes against your sweet spot with each pass, leaving you mewling and nearing your crest again, though right when you are about to fall into another abyss of pleasure, he stops.

Teeth sink into fabric as you let out a muffled scream of frustration that Law ignores as he desperately tries to control his strangled breathing—he hadn’t intentionally meant to deny you this time—he was simply giving himself a piece of his own medicine, slowing down his thrusts once his thighs began to twitch.

Though your pleas for him to keep going are beginning to sound sweet and convincing, he continues to draw out his own orgasm, inadvertently torturing you in the process; Law knows exactly what he's doing with each halt of his hips and every stutter of his pace, but finds himself unapologetic—after all, why should you get to have all the fun?

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I drew Law just feeling cozy in a bed of Bepo plushies

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Valentines day dating headcanons for Law, Zoro, Kid, Killer and Sabo? 💖💖💖

i ended up just doing law, zoro, and kid if that's alright with you!

valentine's day

ft. zoro, kid, law, suggestive content || masterlist || commission info

zoro

he isn't the greatest at remembering dates, and it likely slips his mind that valentine's day is nearing until the day of or day before. he doesn't particularly feel one way or the other about the holiday, but once he remembers it's around the corner, he feels a particular need to do something special for you not just for the sake of it, but also so he can rub it in sanji's face.

zoro has a habit of collecting wildflowers for you on his walks, though there's a select few tiny buds that he's given to robin to press, with an intention to have usopp help him make a gift for you; he meant to save it for your birthday, but once he remembers valentine's day exists, it seems as good a time as any to give it to you.

he's nonchalant as he drops the gold pendant in your palm—at the bottom of a thin, gold chain is a small circular frame with one of the pressed flowers secured and preserved in the center. your face lights up, immediately recognizing the flower from one of your stroll through an island; the way you beam at him with gratitude melts his heart so much that he doesn't even grumble when you plant a kiss on his cheek in plain view of the rest of the crew.

kid

this ruthless pirate is actually very excited for valentine's day. he loves to use his devil fruit to assist in crafting unique gifts for you, and he loves to go all out for valentine's day. through trial and error he figures out how to make jewelry and is specific with his plundering plans to secure your favorite gemstones to use in the pieces he creates.

he has killer make a romantic dinner for two, and almost incurs your wrath when he invites his friend to join you out of a force of habit. while you take your time with the meal, he scarfs his down, nearly vibrating with anticipation as he waits to give you the presents he's made you.

a proud, triumphant grin is on his face as you unwrap your gifts, in awe as you praise the quality of his craftsmanship. though he's rough and jagged around the edges, kid loves you to a fault, and loves to make sure everyone else knows it by a single glance at the handmade pendant hanging around your neck—and by the ridiculous amount of hickeys he leaves on you later than night.

law

trafalgar law hates valentine's day. he sees it as a silly commercial excuse to encourage worthless spending, and will grumble outwardly every time someone mentions the holiday nearing, to the point where it gets obnoxious.

however, though he sees it as just another day, he knows receiving affection is important for you, and he figures it's as good a day as any to treat you to a nice date. he will jump through mental hoops to justify his course of action despite his distaste for valentine's day, but deep down, he simply wants to show you how much he appreciates you.

if you're currently on land, he'll take you to a restaurant, but if the polar tang is submerged, he'll do his best to cook a nice meal for the two of you. good, decent food is hard to come by after weeks spent eating mostly easy, nonperishable meals underwater, so a well-prepared dinner is a mouth-watering prospect for both of you. afterwards, he insists on giving you a massage, telling you that you've been working too hard lately, but the flimsy excuse falls apart since he just can't keep those tattooed hands to himself. ;)

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No wonder Kid had huge arms and tits considering he is dragging chunks of metal scraps on him all the time

Just imagine how strong he must be 🤤

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Zoro is the kind of guy to be like ‘come on, you can take it.’ when there’s already tears spilling down your cheeks from how much he’s stretching your cunt…but he just cages you in with those big arms and shows you that you can in fact take it 🥺

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law + being there for you

cw: derealization, depression, established relationship

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numb.

everything is numb, grey, and cold, and each breath that scrapes against the surface of your lungs is painful. every moment spent conscious, stumbling through your work in a dazed, thoughtless trance is torturous when in such a fragile state.

thus, when you're finished picking at your dinner plate, absentmindedly sliding it along the table towards bepo to finish up, you collapse into bed. however, nothing's quite right; the mattress is hard and lump, the sheets are too thin to bury yourself in, and the sound of laughter down the hall as the rest of your crewmates enjoy their evening without a second though stabs through your eardrums like a needle.

you flinch and sigh when the door opens, crumpling up into a tighter ball underneath your sheets; you're tense and expecting ikkaku's chipper, bright voice, but instead are met with a broad, tattooed hand on your shoulder as law sits next to you.

"you feeling alright?" he murmurs; his voice is deep, gentle, and just about the only sound that feels welcome settling in your ears at the moment.

using up what little energy you have left, you stir, shaking your head the slightest bit. "i'm cold..." you mumble, words half eaten by your sheets.

"feeling feverish? you're a bit warm—" he asks, cautiously peeling back the covers from your face and pressing the back of his hand to your clammy forehead.

"'m just not okay." you say with a deep sigh, struggling to verbalize and express the empty chasm in your chest and between your ears. law respond by swapping the two of you with two loose scraps of bed in his bedroom, giving you the added comfort of a bit more quiet to fill your throbbing head and more soft, plush blankets to bury yourself in.

"how 'bout we turn in for the night, then?" he whispers gently, as he settles in behind you and holds you close. there was a mountain of tasks that needed his attention before surfacing at the next island, but that was a week from now, and this was far more important to him. he faintly smiles against your skin when you nod your head and pull his fluffy comforter closer to your face.

"i'm sorry." you rasp out just when law thinks you've finally drifted off to sleep. the heavy weight of feeling like a burden is almost tangible as it sits on your chest; law intends to wave it away as he squeezes you gently.

"don't be. i know how it feels." he murmurs, placing a reassuring kiss on the back of your head.

though you weren't okay, struggling to keep your head above water, you wouldn't struggle alone—not while law is around.