Zoro Roronoa - Blog Posts

cuddles with zolu <3

ZOLU + NAMIVIVI someone get her her gf 😭

I'm a simple person, I get period cramps, and I automatically draw one of my favorite characters suffering from them

Luffy 100% cannot skate without devil fruit powers..

i completely agree with @melonteee's zoro and sanji combined attack theory

i know i'm a day late but its still the 11th of november to me

i like when people draw zoro as a little tiger guy

THE ALT THO LMAO

Don’t know how to describe Luffy other than ‘joyful’… but it works, right?

(Forgot about the watermark and reference photo! Fu-)

I'm so down bad for these two men…

Guys, this is bad… Why do y'all keep liking this?

my recent op sketches <3

Probably would've loved this s-, like I had one too growing up 🥲

Mihawk's secret...

Honest, Iva would've thrown cheap wine at it and burned it accidentally in the wash 🔥👔

stupid comic abt this fuckass sabo art(i love the art btw)

Got me feeln all kinds of ways, don't ya

Pairings. M.D.Luffy- R.Zoro- V.Sanji - shanks - T.Law - P.D.Ace - E.Kid

summary. Fav part on your body

— (a/n): DARLING!, every inch of you is perfect. Plus request are open (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)

Monkey D. Luffy – Your Hands

Luffy is fascinated by your hands. Whether they’re soft, calloused, or adorned with tattoos, he loves them because they’re yours. He’s constantly grabbing them, playing with your fingers absentmindedly, or holding them against his cheek. He especially adores when you feed him—his eyes light up every time you bring food to his lips, and he sometimes playfully nibbles on your fingers just to make you laugh. And when you ruffle his hair with those same hands? He melts.

But Luffy’s obsession goes beyond just holding them—he finds comfort in them. If he’s sleepy, he’ll take your hand and press it against his cheek, his lashes fluttering as he hums in contentment. If he’s excited, he’ll grab both of your hands and swing them around, his laughter ringing through the air. And if he’s feeling extra affectionate? He’ll kiss your palms, grinning up at you before pressing them against his face dramatically. And when you cup his face in your hands, gently stroking his cheek with your thumb, his usual playful energy softens. His lips part slightly, his expression suddenly unreadable. He stares at you—wide-eyed, almost mesmerized—before he suddenly grins, rubbing his face even further into your touch like an overgrown puppy. “Heh, your hands feel nice,” he mumbles, before promptly biting your finger again, his laughter echoing through the air as you scold him.

Roronoa Zoro – Your Back

Zoro has a thing for your back—he won’t outright say it, but his actions make it obvious. Whenever you wear something that exposes even a hint of skin, his eyes linger. He finds something undeniably strong yet elegant about the way your back curves when you move. If you have scars, he respects them deeply, running his fingers over them with quiet admiration. If you have tattoos, he studies them in silent appreciation, perhaps even tracing them when you’re resting together. And when you stretch, arms raised above your head, your back arching slightly? He has to physically stop himself from pulling you into his arms.

But if he’s feeling bold—or maybe just a little tipsy—he’ll step up behind you, fingers ghosting over the bare skin of your spine, his breath warm against your ear as he murmurs, “You’re showing off, aren’t you?” His voice is low, teasing, but there’s a rough edge to it, like he’s holding himself back. “Knowing you’re what man need”. If you turn to face him, expecting him to retreat, he doesn’t—he just smirks, eyes locked onto yours, before running a calloused hand down your back with slow, deliberate intent.

Sanji – Your Neck

Sanji worships your neck. It’s his personal sanctuary, a place where his lips constantly find their way. He loves to nuzzle into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent as his hands settle on your waist. His kisses are slow and lingering, sometimes teasing, sometimes desperate. He whispers sweet nothings against your skin, praising you like you’re the most divine being in existence. If you wear something that exposes your neck—off-the-shoulder tops, delicate necklaces—he’s doomed. He’ll place kisses there absentmindedly, even in public, murmuring, “Mon amour, you’re making it very hard to behave.”

If you wear something that leaves your neck exposed—whether it’s an elegant dress or just a loose button-down—Sanji is done for. He’ll run his fingers over the delicate skin absentmindedly, his touch featherlight, his breath hitching slightly. And if you so much as tilt your head, offering him more space? He’s pressing his lips against you instantly, But his favorite? When you’re cooking together and he sneaks up behind you, resting his chin on your shoulder, arms wrapping around your waist. His lips graze your neck as he murmurs something about how beautiful you look, and before you can even react, he’s already pressing a lingering kiss to your pulse. He lives for the way you shiver under his touch, and you can feel the satisfied smirk against your skin.

Shanks – Your Breasts

Shanks is shameless. He doesn’t try to hide his admiration—he fully embraces it. He loves resting his head against your chest after a long day, sighing contentedly as you run your fingers through his hair. He’s the type to slip his hand under your shirt absentmindedly, not necessarily with ulterior motives, but just to feel your warmth. If you wear something that accentuates your figure, expect him to tease you endlessly. He’s the kind of man who smirks, takes a sip of his drink, and drawls, “how god create something perfect like you” before pulling you into his lap.

He’s convinced that anything can make your breasts look even sexier, and once the idea enters his head, it stays there. One day, in that deep, playful voice of his, he casually suggests, “You know, a piercing right here—” his finger traces between your breasts, his touch featherlight yet purposeful, ”—would look absolutely stunning on you.” If you decide to tease him back, tilting your head with a smirk and saying, “How about nipple piercings instead?”—his reaction is immediate. His grip on your waist tightens, his pupils darken, and he exhales sharply through his nose, as if he’s just been hit with a vision too tempting to handle. He leans in, voice rough with amusement and something deeper, “get ‘em, I’d love to feel them on my tongue.”

Trafalgar Law – Your Collarbone & Shoulders

Law is a man of precision, and there’s something about your collarbones and shoulders that drives him crazy. Maybe it’s the sharp elegance of them, the way they peek through when you wear certain outfits, or the way his fingers trace over them absentmindedly when you’re lying together. He appreciates the way they flex subtly when you move, the strength hidden beneath softness. If you have tattoos here, he’s even more obsessed—he studies them with sharp, quiet interest, his fingers brushing over the ink as he asks about their meaning. And when he’s feeling particularly possessive? He marks you with slow, deliberate kisses, leaving faint traces of his touch behind.

When he’s feeling possessive, he won’t just admire—he’ll mark. His lips will graze over your collarbone, pressing slow, deliberate kisses, his grip tightening on your waist. He’s not one for open displays of affection, but the moment you’re alone? His hands are on your shoulders, his mouth tracing along your collarbone.

Portgas D. Ace – Your Hips

Ace has a love for your hips, and he’s not shy about it. His hands naturally settle there, whether he’s pulling you closer, steadying you after a stumble, or just holding you while talking. He likes the way they move when you walk—so much so that he often ends up staring without realizing it. He’s the type to hook a finger into the waistband of your pants or skirt, tugging playfully just to see your reaction. If you have dimples on your lower back, he’s obsessed, pressing kisses there whenever he gets the chance. And when you straddle his lap, resting your hands on his shoulders? He swears you’re going to be the death of him.

He loves how easy it is to tease you when he has his hands on your hips. He’ll grip them suddenly, just to see you react, and his grin only widens when you give him a playful shove. And if you’re straddling him, hands braced against his chest? He’s gone. His fingers tighten instinctively, his voice rough as he chuckles, “you make me feel like a dream”

But the real kicker? If you jokingly sway your hips while walking away, knowing he’s watching. He’ll groan dramatically, running a hand down his face, before catching up with you, tossing an arm around your waist. “You can’t just do that and expect me to hold on,” he huffs, but the way his fingers flex against your hip tells you he’s not complaining.

Eustass Kid – Your Thighs

Kid is obsessed with your thighs. He loves the way they feel under his hands, whether they’re soft or toned, and he often absentmindedly grips them when you sit close to him. He’s the type to pull you onto his lap with zero hesitation, his metal hand resting heavily on your thigh like a silent claim. If you wear something that shows them off—shorts, skirts, anything that accentuates their shape—he’s staring. And if you dare to tease him, pressing your legs together in a way that draws his attention? He’ll lean in, voice low and full of challenge, “you wanna play bad bitch role ~ hmm?”

If you wear something that shows them off—shorts, skirts, anything that accentuates their shape—he’s staring. He won’t even try to hide it, his red eyes dark with something dangerous. And if you catch him looking, raising an eyebrow at him in amusement? He just smirks and shrugs, completely unashamed. “Not my fault you look this divine.” But his absolute favorite? When you’re sitting with your legs draped over his lap, and he gets to absentmindedly trace patterns along your skin. His touch is rough yet oddly tender, and if you tease him about it, he just grunts, “Shut the fuck up,” but doesn’t stop. And if you so much as playfully squeeze his waist with your thighs? He growls, his grip tightening as he leans in, voice low and taunting, “they will look perfect spread, don’t you think?”

Luvin' the itsy bitsy noises 😆🤏

Made an animation!

🥰 What perfect lil' goobers 🥰

Closest to the tiny random noises that I'd imagine they make if they existed 👇

some goobers I drew last night

Still look back and am rlly happy with this

I gave up with the swords towards the end, but either way :)

"Pirate Hunter" Roronoa Zoro

Rlly happy with how this turned out :)

"Pirate Hunter" Roronoa Zoro

Rlly happy with how this turned out :)

WIP again

Close to finishing but my editing app keeps lagging so I'm leaving it for now ...

Trudging onwards with the Zoro WIP

Almost done, just gotta do earrings properly (I kept forgetting them), define the values more, edit then I'm done 🫶🏽

Well... I need to add the swords ... But we l see if that actually happens

Zoro WIP <3

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Been a while since iv drawn anything proper so jav been slowly working on this, rlly happy with how it's going :))

It's a redraw from a water seven episode if anyone's interested, cuz IV been slowly watching again

This is the original reference

Anywhos ,I gotta sleep now cuz it's 3am and I hav a test today 😀

Close the jacket Zoro or Sanji is gonna bust a nut

zorojuro🍶

Two autistic men sharing the same interest in swords

dads

I have made the colours softer to highlight his moss.

frankly...he is one of my less favourite characters, but my friend keen on him so much that at least 80% of my sketches and arts is Zoro.

ironically, I like Sanji more (we don't fight over it, but ahahahaha).

I'm gonna send him to outa space, to find another race...

I know Christmas is coming...however, I wish it were summer time.

Low key zosan shipper here.... bye

If found return to straw hat crew :)

Dads

dads

One piece AU where everything is exactly the same but Zoro’s haramaki is a corset 🤝

what I’m getting so far is that Zoro is Luffy’s fruit ninja lmao

little family

in which zoro gets jealous of a tiny raccoon dog for unintentionally stealing his s/o’s attention

artists. roronoa zoro x gn! reader ft platonic! chopper

genre. very fluffy

warnings. none

notes. why is it that when when it’s just a random 3 am thought, i get carried away but when it’s anyone else i have a writer’s block like idk what English is

zoro glared at the blue nosed reindeer currently sat on his s/o’s lap. you two were just sitting somewhere on deck while he just finished his work outs at the crows nest up above.

he couldn’t make out what you two were saying, but both your laughters could be heard from where he was. zoro obviously knew neither of you had any other intentions, he just can’t help that he was the one with you.

he could see chopper had a book, most likely either a medical book or storybook — it could be a combination of both. you seemed to be the one reading and explaining to the little reindeer, occasionally pointing at the pages, so zoro assumed it was some type of storybook.

as much as the green haired liked the sight of you getting along with chopper so well, he wanted your attention. so, he asked you the best way he could.

by not asking.

zoro climbed down from the crows nest, only giving you a glance when you’d greeted him. when you noticed he was going the other way, you tilt your head in confusion before finally realizing what he’d wanted.

you picked up chopper from under his arms, surprising him and accidentally dropping the book.

“oh shoot, sorry, chopper.” you apologize, attaching chopper to your hip with one arm while you pick up the book with the other. “let’s go sit with roro, is that okay?”

chopper understood what your intentions were and happily nodded, “yeah! the more the merrier!”

you chuckle with him, walking towards the aquarium, one of your favorite parts about the thousand sunny.

upon walking in, you notice it was only zoro in the booth, and you assume everyone else was either in the kitchen or their respective work rooms. zoro looked over, surprised to see chopper attached to your hip and immediately blush rushed to his face.

‘people aren’t supposed to look that good as a parent— wait, they’re not even a parent. they’d look good as one though.’ zoro thought before shaking his head.

you smiled at him, giving him a kiss on the cheek before flopping next to him. you moved chopper where he could be comfortable sitting between you two.

“chopper and i saved some chapters for you to read. we think you might like them.” he hears you say, but he can’t help but think how domestic this is. it made his chest feel warm and nice.

despite his thoughts, he let out a chuckle, “oh yeah? c’mon chopper, what chapters did you want me to see?”

chopper happily flipped the story book, immediately going to a chapter with a picture of two samurais, one with three swords and another with two swords. “look! that katana looks like it’s your shisui.” he points at one of them.

zoro nodded, impressed at how the reindeer was able to spot that. “you’re right, it does. mind readin’ this story to me?”

chopper nodded, reading the story. close to the end of the story, you and chopper grew tired and took a nap. your head laying on his shoulder while chopper cuddled close to the two of you.

zoro smiled softly, feeling comfortable being with his significant other and chopper. he was about to fall asleep when he saw robin walking in.

seeing the sight, the ravenette smiled, “you three are like a family.”

zoro blushed profusely, embarrassed by her words. “i-it’s not like that. these idiots were just tired!” he immediately stopped talking once he felt you and chopper move slightly before cuddling into him more.

robin let out a tiny snicker, zoro’s attention going back to her. she had a finger pressed to her lips, “shhh. i won’t tell anyone and i’ll close the door to let you three rest.”

she smiled before leaving the room, going back to her observation room. just before she left, she looked over her shoulder to the swordsman, “being a little family isn’t a bad thing, you guys are really cute.”

zoro blushed once more, resisting the urge to yell out in embarrassment. however, he looked back down at you and chopper, smiling softly.

‘little family… yeah, i could get used to this.’