♡ Writing here is self indulgent if not a request.
♡ Majority of my content is F!reader x female characters centered since I think girlie's deserve more love, some is, however, Reader x male characters.
♡ I'm very obsessed with the Kuja Pirates from one piece and just the women in general so expect lots of content about them
Fandoms I'll write for currently (more may open in the future): One Piece, Bleach, BSD
Requests are closed!
For Bleach and BSD I'll only take requests for female characters
NSFW Friendly
I am a very slow writer
WON'T write:
-> Incest
-> Non-con / R@pe
-> Large Age Gap
-> Pedophilia
-> Scat or piss kink or anything like that
WILL write:
-> Really anything that isn't listened in the won't write section as long as it doesn't make me uncomfortable or it's TOO out there that I'm not sure how to write it. I'm pretty open to things though.
-> Genres like: Fluff, Angst, Smut, etc.
-> Character x Character (Depends on the pairing though)
Synposis: Nami likes dressing you up. Its one of her favourite activities to do when shopping. It turns out she likes dressing you up just a bit more than you were prepared for.
Content: Fem!reader x Nami. Bottom reader, Top character, cunnilings, oral sex, reader wears lingerie, hair pulling
The shopping trip had been going normal. Nami got you outfits of all kinds that she liked the look of you in. Cute dresses, skirts that were both cute and hot, stylish trousers she said made your ass and thighs look good, nice shirts of different kinds for different weathers etc etc etc.
Point is, it'd all been going fine. Then you'd stumbled across a lingerie shop. And her eyes sparkled.
"Mmhm, mhm, you taste so good," Nami moaned, licking your clit through the open gap in the lingerie that left you exposed there. Your hands gripped her curling hair, not pulling, simply gripping with the navigator kneeled before you, your legs propped up on her shoulders.
Shortly after the shopping she'd rented this room and had you change into the lingerie. When you'd stepped out, she'd pounced on you like a panther.
And here she was, eating you out like a woman starved. Her tongue flicked at your bud and she sucked it making you gasp and throw your head back. When you looked down, through half lidded eyes, Nami's drunk expression made you feel warmer than you already were as she started up at you with reverence.
"Keep doing that," She commanded making you furrow your brows with confusion.
"Doing what?"
"Keeping your arms like that," she mumbled, licking at your slit again. "Makes your tits look nice."
You looked down to see that, with you holding her hair, you'd inadvertently pressed your breasts together. The lace on your lingerie, picked by Nami to be the colour she thought suited your skin tone best, bunched up slightly with the cups brushing against each other.
"Pervert," you muttered but did as she asked anyway, keeping your breasts pushed together. She gave your clit a harsh suck at your words and you gasped into the air, giving her hair a tug.
Nami's moan vibrated through your body, her nails digging into your thighs as she dove her tongue back into you and continued to take her fill.
It wasn't much longer before you could feel your climax building. Your breathing began to get heavier as the feeling in your stomach stirred. You released your grip on Nami's hair to tap her head which she understood as the signal.
She released herself from your pussy to look up at you, her eyes were half lidded and with the way her hair was messed up with your hands she was the one who looked fucked out.
"Touch yourself for me, pretty."
You blinked down at her but she was already tasting you again. So you moved your hand from her hair and brought it down to your clit. It was already soaked from Nami's work so you could begin to circle it with little effort of preparation needed.
A moan left you at the dual stimulation of Nami's tongue and your fingers, and you rubbed at yourself in tight circles quickly bringing yourself to orgasm. Nami made a pleased sound as you moaned through it and devoured your cum.
Once she was done she looked up at you with a pleased smile. You knew you were definitely wearing this piece again.
Called cat-burgalar Nami cause shes getting all that pussy
Synopsis: You are the consort of the Empress of the Amazon Lily. How did she persue you, what are her thoughts on the courtship, and how does she treat you as hers?
Features: (seperate) Boa Hancock, Shakky/ Shakuyaku and Gloriosa. Headcanons. (fem!reader in mind since it's Amazon Lily based but gender is not actually specified.)
BOA HANCOCK
♥︎ Being Hancock's consort is nothing but a world of cherishment and devotion. Prepare to have every one of your wants and needs met.
♥︎ Hancock's courtship of you began after you had seen past her beauty and saw her for what she is, beneath the most beautiful woman in the world and the snake princess.
♥︎ That isnt to say you weren't affected, you were, but when it came down to it, you found it wasn't her physical beauty that you found most attractive about Hancock- it was her personality beneath her Empress Facade.
♥︎ When you told her this, she immediately began to fawn over you. She gifted you an assortment of items, demanded her subjects to treat you with the respect they would her and before you knew it, you had been courted.
♥︎ Hancock enjoys spoiling you, but she will not limit you. After the very successful courtship ended in your marriage, Hancock still allows you the freedoms that would not typically be given to the Empresses consort.
♥︎ And Although, if it were up to her, you'd remain on the Amazon Lily - safe, or constantly by her side, she gives you the freedom of travel, to see the world as you once did before the courtship.
♥︎ Hancock loves you, and she makes sure it is a well known fact amongst the Amazon Lily, but to the outside world? For your safety, when you wish to travel without her, or do anything really, there is no consort of the Amazon Lily.
♥︎ Though she would adore to parade you around, she understands the weight of the role and she knows what people would do to her consort.
♥︎ So Hancock loves you strongly, if only more secretly than she would hope to wish for.
SHAKUYAKU/SHAKKY
♥︎ First and foremost, Shakuyaku is a free spirit. She is not chained down by the regulations and rules of being an Empress, she understands her worth and she knows what she wants.
♥︎ It just so happens to be, that her want, is you.
♥︎ Shakuyaku did not rule the Amazon Lily for long, but in the time she did she had decided you, a member of the court, would become hers.
♥︎ The courtship between the two of you was anything but usual. Shakuyaku persued you with all the boldness she possess (which is a large sum) and though, like Hancock, she is eager, Shakuyaku is a woman of action, not gift.
♥︎ Similarly to Rayleigh, Shakuyaku's persue of you was not persistent, but its obvious in her actions towards you and her teasing that boarders closer on intimate flirting, that Shakuyaku was taken by you in a way she was not to others.
♥︎ In the time of her reign you were easily courted by her charm and beauty, not many can resist it after all and you were named her consort.
♥︎ After the courtship was successful, and Shakuyaku went to leave the Amazon Lily and resign her title, she expressed to you that without her you did not have to be chained down by the title of consort and that if you wished to stay without her, stay on the Amazon Lily and be known for your title that would become former, you could.
♥︎ Instead, you left with her. While she is no longer Empress and you are therefore, not formally her consort, in everyway you are married. And that is a title you both hold dear, even if Shakuyaku has some openess to the relationship and wants to share her love further than you- you are her consort.
GLORIOSA
♥︎ Becoming her consort was nothing shy of an adventure. Gloriosa is a very passionate woman, evident in the strong command she wields as she rules the Amazon Lily, she will shaken by none (Other than a certain pirate king, but netheretheless.)
♥︎ If you catch Gloriosa's eye, your fate is sealed. You are now her consort no questions asked and before you know it, you're sharing her bedroom in the Amazon Lily's palace and she is parading you around as hers.
♥︎ There is no proper courtship between you. There is a simply a before you're hers, and an after.
♥︎ It's a little jarring at first. Of course it is. But you'd be lying if you were to say that her undying attention and devotion to you wasn't somewhat flattering.
♥︎ If you feel sore and complain about it even a little? She will get every massuse to attend to your need. Feeling a little parched? The finest water will be brought to you. A little famished? Have no fear a meal consisting of so much food you don't even think you could finish it in a week will be brought to you.
♥︎ Beware though, as Gloriosa is nothing but dramatic. If you are even the slightest bit angry at her she will act like the world has been doomed. If you have a fight and you ignore her, you bet she'll be bothering you for the next 24 hours demanding you pay attention to your Emperess.
♥︎ God forbid an argument gets bad enough you threaten to leave? Gloriosa will not be pleased in the slightest and though she knows you wouldn't really, the threat will linger in the back of her mind and make her wonder- if you did leave, would she go with you or stay on the Amazon Lily?
♥︎ The answer is strikingly clear in her mind.
♥︎ Eventually, when Gloriosa inevitably left- not because of you, but because of other circumstances, you of course followed her. Gloriosa was pleased by this, but let it be known although you both sail on Rock's ship, your captain is no one but her.
♥︎ Because you are her consort, and you will belong to no one else, but her.
♥︎ When she makes this clear to her crewmates, as pirates, they of course challange this. The crew will flirt with you, tease you, etc, simply to engage their resident Empress who is far too easy to bait, and all the results get is you being reminded who you're married to, in the cabin the two of you share.
A/N: Gloriosa's part was getting a little long thats my bad she's my girl so im a lil biased towards her (*/□＼*) might just have to write a fic solely with her x reader.... anyway hope everyone enjoyed these though!!
Request: "Would u be willing to do a headcannon for how zoro would be as a single father to a daughter that he got like 3 years before he join luffy the mom was a friend he fooled around with and she died in childbirth how he would raise her would he keep her? Or give her away?"
Content: toddler!reader w/ Zoro & the strawhats headcanons
-> Zoro tries his best as a dad, he really does. The death of your mother weighs as heavy on him as Kuina's does and while he made no promise to her like he did Kuina, he made a promise to himself that he wouldn't let anything happen to you.
-> Due to you being an accident, caused by him and your mother (though he blames himself) he makes extra sure to care for you. During the early days of your birth, Zoro was still in the village and therefore the villagers were around to help. Afterwards, when he started bounty hunting, he would place you in any safe spot he could find at the time to stay until he was done.
-> Of course there were problems from that, when he got back youd usually be crying or hungry or something but he did his best to resolve the issue.
-> When he left his village, he was given the supplies needed for you. As a baby, you ran through them quickly so the money he got from collecting bounties would be used mostly on you.
-> When the crew formed, it got easier. You had a stable source of food now, no need for Zoro to hand you what he could, leaving scraps for himself, as well as the warmth you may need and the merry became the safe spot he could leave you at.
-> When he told the crew that he would just leave you alone, everyone on the crew- espeically Usopp and Luffy, berated him saying he couldn't do that and Nami put a system in place to ensure you'd never be left alone.
-> At 3 years old, you're sentient enough to register the things around you and one of those things is the fact that your dad likes swords. You obviously gained an interest in them and you like to steal your dad's swords whenever you can.
Well. I say steal, hes fully aware of you picking his swords- usually Wado that you seem drawn to- but he just let's you.
-> He doesn't let you touch the swords out of their seathes for obvious reasons. (The crew had been a little shocked that he was actually careful with you.)
-> He's very devoted to keeping you safe and would never let anything happen to you. When the crew got seperated at Saboday, you had been with the crew. Robin had been the one with you at the time but when Zoro got sent away, Kuma had aimed for you next, sending you with him.
-> Life at Mihawk's island with Perona was a little easier for the both of you, simply because you were static- in one place where he didn't have to worry about you too much as long as you stayed inside (you did not but Perona was there to take care of you as well)
-> After the two years of separation and you being five, you'd begun your swordsman training- heavily supervised, and the crew all treat you as one of their own. You're Zoro's daughter but they're all your aunties and uncles.
-> Zoro is proud to be a father, he tries his hardest even if he isn't the best sometimes, (which is understandable) but at the end of the day, he loves his daughter.
can we get headcannons of how the arrancar women (Nelliel, Harribel, Cirucci, Loly, etc) kiss their partner? 🥹🫰
YOU MOST CERTAINTLY CAN 🥹🥹🫶 (Apologies this took so long to get out </3)
♥︎ CURSED KISSES ♥︎
Content: headcanons of the arrancar women, ranging from fluff to suggestive (NO NSFW CONTENT)
Featured: Nelliel, Harribel, Cirucci, Loly, Mila Rose, Appaci, Sung-sun.
NELLIEL
Nelliel LOVES giving lots of kisses. Anywhere on your body, she will kiss.
She tends to be more modest in public, but no less enthusiastic giving you sweet kisses on the mouth, your cheek, your forehead, hands, wherever its acceptable.
"N-nell!" You squirm as she wraps her arms around you, pulling you close and giving you a large kiss on the cheek that leaves a 'pop' sound.
Despite the enthusiasm, her kisses are always sweet and soft, never wanting to hurt you as her partner.
When you're in private, her kisses extend from the modest positions. She'll kiss at your whole body, it literally doesn't matter what part- she just wants you to know how loyal she is you, every part of you, and that she'll protect and take care of you
Her lips trail along your skin, her hands moving across your body with soft touches that match the attention her mouth delivers to you. A sigh leaves your lips, content, and you can feel Nelliel smile against your body, happy with pleasing you well.
HARRIBEL
Haribell gives you kisses she knows will satisfy you because she doesn't want to indulge in her own desires, no, she wants to let you have the upmost pleasure she can give you with her kisses.
She's strong, she knows she is, and all she wants to do is treat you as you want to be treated.
Haribell won't tend to kiss you out in public, not wanting to show public displays of affection, nor let anyone else see you as she likes, but in private? Thats where Haribell shines.
You had barley a moment before you felt lips on your skin, Haribell's hands holding your waist. Her lips trailed up your neck, delivering the right amount of pressure you need, the right amount of bite, if any, and the right amount of devotion you could feel as strong as any one of her attacks.
She went for your mouth once she was high enough, stifling your sounds of pleasure, you could never get enough of her- she understood you and what you needed perfectly.
Haribell, has in fact, analysed you to the best of her ability, to figure out what types of kisses you desire depending on your mood, and she will always make sure to deliver.
CIRUCCI
Cirucci kisses you with all the pent up aggression she has.
Her kisses are mean, violent, and usually include a bit of biting. If you end up with blood in your mouth after she's pissed off, you aren't shocked.
Cirucci has no qualms against kissing in public, in fact, she does so whenever she feels like it. No matter her mood, whether its a sweet kiss or a violent one, she doesn't care.
She has your back against the wall, your hands gripping her upper arms as she completely devours you. Her mouth is moving against yours.
With the intensity of it you can barley reciprocate, only take what she's giving you. Saliva is forming in the corner of your mouth, but Cirucci doesn't care. If you didn't know better, you'd think she was trying to devour your face whole.
Cirruci is passionate about what she does- and, she knows you enjoy it too. So why wouldn't she divulge in her desires with you, oh so willing?
LOLY
Loly is unbelievably shy about kissing, despite her brash personality. She's scared of the concept at first, because its unfamiliar to her.
Kissing in public? That's a no go! Loly can barley even hold hands with you before getting scared and lashing out.
When you first initiate a kiss with her, its clumsy, but eventually you get into the movements of it. Her kisses tend to be shy, but you can feel the passion beneath her small pecks.
When she becomes used to kisses, she becomes more direct about what she wants from you.
Loly pulls you to the side before you can even tell what's happening. Her actions are fidgety, her eyes are wide and you know what she wants. So you ask her, if she's feeling lonely, if she wants some comfort.
Her first reaction seems to be anger, she tenses up, looks like shes about to hit you, but her lips come crashing onto yours like you know they would. Her lips are insistent against yours, her hands climbing up to grip the back of your head and she kisses you like a starving woman.
Loly isnt used to the idea of kissing and comfort in that form. Comfort at all. But that's ok with you, because past all her roughness, you're happy to guide her.
MILA ROSE
Mila Rose is a woman who knows what she wants, and she kisses like it to.
She doesn't play around, if she wants to kiss you- she will no matter if you're in public or not.
her kisses range between moods. One moment she might be giving you the softest kiss you can imagine and in the next it's like she's trying to eat you- teeth and moans are involved and her desire is apparant.
Neck kisses are her favourite, when she can just breathe you in and feel your rapid pulse beneath her
Your head presses against the wall, a sigh leaving your lips as Mila Rose kisses at your neck. She occasionally bites, causing a hiss to release from your lips but then she'll lick it over with her tongue to soothe it before resuming her previous minstrations.
Mila Rose's hands grip your hips tight and you can hear the occasional sound of her breathing in heavily, taking in your scent while nudging her nose against your neck in between kisses when she's catching her breath.
CYAN SUNG-SUN
She's reserved by nature so her kisses tend to follow that same pattern.
Her favourite place to kiss is typically your hand, it is always a soft kiss but deep in affection.
Occasionally, if she feels in a good enough mood, Sung-Sun will allow for cheek kisses or sometimes even the cheeky peck on the lips, but it hardly goes further than that.
Sung-Sun finds Mila Rose and Appachi's approaches to kisses rather vulgar compared to her own and she's not against saying her thoughts aloud before allowing herself to kiss you on the cheek in front of them.
You stared up at her piercing eyes. Sung-Sun stood before you, while you sat on the edge of the neatly prepared bed. Soft kisses traced your palm, from where Sung-Sun held it in hers upright. Before, you had been cupping her face with it but she easily directed you to allow for her more intimate gesture.
Her lips trailed from your palm, to your wrist. Kissing over your pulse. Sung-Sun could feel it spike beneath her lips and she pressed a lingering kiss to show appreciation. While her kisses were few, each one was laced with devotion that made your heart skip a beat.
She does not shower you in many kisses, but the few that Sung-Sun offers always linger like a pleasant venom.
EMILOU APPACI
Similarly to Mila Rose, confience plays a large part in Appaci's affections towards you.
Her kisses reflect her bold personality. She likes it to be known you're hers and she makes it obvious, her kisses are intentional- and will always leave a mark.
The main targets Appaci goes for are typically your neck, your arms, really any part of your skin others may see.
She will bite when kissing you, lick you, do anything to you to claim her entirely as hers.
"La-lady Appaci," you greet her. The arrancar had just entered the room before you felt her hands on your hips from behind, her chest pressing against your back. You felt a wetness behind your ear and shivered as she bit into the part of you that was licked.
Her lips worked to kiss at your skin, and any kiss that lingered you soon felt a biting sensation that you knew was sure to bruise.
Appaci marks her territory that is you through kisses, any part of your body that is marked that isnt available for public view? That is her own pleasure. A private conquest.
A/N: I hope you enjoyed? This was my first time writing headcanons, and it was a request! So I hope this suffices and that you enjoyed. I hope this wasnt too repetitive and that i managed to capture their personalities well.
Synopsis: The Rocks Pirates have won another victory, as per usual, and decide to port, heading to a bar. It just so happens to be the bar you're having a drink at- and you catch the eye of a certain pirate who resolves to celebrating her win, with you.
Characters: Charlotte Linlin (AKA Big Mom) , Gloriosa , Stussy Buckingham (ALL SEPERATE)
Content: fem!characters x fem!reader, includes both top and bottom reader as well as characters, degradation, size difference (Big Mom is BIG), praise kink, fingering, overstimulation, oral sex/eating out, bondage, reader gets called 'pet' 'slut' etc etc..., possessiveness, use of strap
GLORIOSA
Your head pressed into the soft cotton pillows that covered the headboard of her bed. The sounds of the frame creaking and banging against the wall of the ship was blanketed by the soft waves that tilted it gently.
Her thrusts were precise and hard, the strap making a soundless cry leave your already parched and worn throat as Gloriosa kept the pace, the pressure.
The Empress' hands gripped your hips, her nails were sharp and dug into your skin, her palms were cold but warmed against your mapped out body littered in her sharp bites and kisses.
"Gloriosa..." You panted feeling the fake cock brush against your g-spot before leaving once more, the texture of the silicone- coloured a beautiful blue that matched her attire strewn across the floor of the cabin, stimulated you constantly with the girth making it impossible for it to not tickle your gummy walls.
She was restless, unforgiving in her pursuit to please you and make you come across her cock as many times as she could make you with the hopes of turning royal blue into a creamy white.
With each thrust you felt your already overstimulated body coming closer to another orgasm.
"Glori-Gloriosa," You whined again, her name leaving your mouth with such reverence she didn't seem to mind you forgoed to refer to her by her title.
Her hand trailed from your waist to cup your breast, circling your areola before pressing on your nipple making you clench around the strap.
Gloriosa tilted her head, her caramel eyes sharpening, glistening in the moonlight that broke through the windows and the thin drapes that curtained her bed. Her gaze was assessing as her thumb pressed down on your hardened bud making a whimper escape your lips.
She seemed to take that as encouragement. Gloriosa's thrusts into your soaking pussy did not stop, but they did slow down as her focus became your breasts.
She kept one hand on your waist while her right hand needed your right breast. To not neglect the other, she leaned forward, her own bare chest brushing against your stomach, you felt her shiver at the contact.
A shiver then left you when you felt her warm breath wrap around your left nipple before her teeth grazed your tit and her mouth began sucking.
Her attention on your breasts was immediate, making you arch into it, your hands coming up to grasp the back of Gloriosa's hair, your fingers carding through peach strands and nails grazing her scalp.
Her hand gropped your breast relentlessly, feeling every texture you had on it laid bare. She tweaked at your nipple everytime she'd give a partially harsh suck or a bite and a cry, a moan, whatever it was, left your mouth, sensitive body all too receptive to her touches.
Gloriosa's thrusts were a meaningless thing now, slow and absently done. It hardly mattered though as she switched her positioning and her left hand grasped your wet breast while her right held your waist.
Gloriosa's mouth switched targets and she began the same treatment onto the opposite breast. You moaned Gloriosa's name as another orgasm struck out of you when the dildo hit your spot, mixed with the attention to your breasts.
Finally, she raised her head, a nasty grin on her face that stole your heavy breath because even if a grin like that spoke of arrogance, on a face like hers it looked like the most beautiful smile you'd ever seen.
"Really, so sensitive you practically came only from attention to your breasts?" She mocked, propping herself up, her hands now on either side of your head as her hair dropped over her shoulder and formed a curtain around you, making you see only her.
Gloriosa raised a finger, tilting your chin to a point it was almost uncomfortable, making you look at her at an angle.
You wanted to argue that it wasn't just that, but words failed you when she tutted, shaking her head slightly with all the elegance of an Empress.
"That won't do. My pet must be rightly trained, your stamina is much too little to keep up with mine own." Her finger at your chin angled to scratch it like you were a dog.
"After all, I carry much stress you know, but having you here tonight... has truly helped me forget about my troubles about... him." Her voice edged on coldness for a second, a distant gaze before it turned back to you.
No warmth returned but her smile sharpened just a little to the point you should swear her teeth had fangs like a snakes.
"So, I can't let you go, just yet. You understand don't you? You'll sail with me as mine, you'll let me train you, let me use you. Yes?"
With words a foreign thought in your muffled mind, you could only nod. Gloriosa seemed pleased, her hand trailing up to cup your chin.
She leaned down, the feeling of the silicone still burried in you moving with her, deeper and higher making a whimper choke through your lips as she placed a kiss on them.
When she pulled back, a possessiveness shone in her eyes and you felt her other hand cup your breast, already stroking it.
"Tonight," Her hand gripped the fat as her thumb pressed down on your nipple again. "Is your first lesson."
And as she began it, you wondered how many more lessons there would be. You looked forward to them.
CHARLOTTE LINLIN
Sat on the large woman, lying down, your body on her stomach, you panted out; tears forming from where she'd edged you, arousing your body with harsh touches along the way to the ship before finally settling down and telling you to undress.
Your nude form humped against the top of her middle finger. The pirate pressed it into your clit and it touched every where with it's size making your eyes go blurry with your tears and half lidded with lust. Your hands pressed against her stomach as you tried to ride it to the best of your ability.
Below, technically, yet still managing to tower above you with her predatory gaze, Linlin grinned, watching your pathetic shaking form, "Having trouble?" She asked, voice decievingly sweet.
You panted wanting to answer her only for her finger's tip to press further up into you, her nail just barley grazing your hole making you moan before a cry erupted when she moved it away again. A wave of desperation washing over you at the close penetration only for it to be a tease.
"Desperate for my mere finger? I've barley done anything to you, and yet you're this aroused, slut?" Linlin commented, a burning in your stomach picking up at her words.
"Pl-please-" you begged, riding her finger at a more feverish pace, bringing down your hips in a quick movement, going as far down as you could to try nudge her back to your gushing hole.
"Please, what? Use your words, dearie." Her voice caramel, a sudden switch from the degrading name making your stomach flip.
You whined, eyes squeezing shut, "Please, finger me!"
Linlin clicked her tongue, "Well, why didn't you ask so before?" You opened your eyes when you felt her large hand pat your head. You stared at her grinning face, her large and bare breasts relaxed with her breathing as she stared back, desire clear in her face.
Before anything else could be said, the woman finally entered you with her large finger. Your body reacted, shaking, while taking her with a breath of relief at having the stimulation.
She allowed you a breather before her finger began moving. You gasped, your hands steadying as you shifted your hips and thighs in order to ride her large form.
The flame that had been building up in you since you first locked eyes with Linlin, burned brightly, as you could feel your climax approaching.
"I'm close," You panted.
Linlin raised an eyebrow once more, a wave of something crossing over her face you couldn't discern. You opened your mouth to ask when all that came out was a loud moan when Linlin's finger sped up.
You clutched whatever you could and held on as she pumped her finger in and out of you at a rough pace it had you seeing stars. Your climax came quickly, moaning out Linlin's name, but that hardly detered the pirates efforts.
After all, she was a pirate, a pirate who was celebrating. She would take what she wanted.
Your tears built up when your overstimulated body never stopped receiving her insistent pressure, your chest panted wildly with your body as you bounced up and down by no efforts of your own, your shaking legs too weak to do so.
Her pace was feverish, mean, giving you no rest time. Your moans filled the large cabin that made her bedroom, a laugh rumbling through Linlin, causing vibrations to drift down her body, into you.
The constant push and pull, hitting your sweet spot with no effort, her large finger encapsulating every part of you, brushing against your soft gummy walls with a harsh rhythm, you could feel another orgasm building up already.
When you came, a large cry erupted. The pirate's other hand then came up, grasping your smaller frame between her fingers and forcing the restless bouncing of your body to halt. With it, the feeling of her finger only became more apparent, the in and outs of it, the way it pushed, making you clench against her to no avail.
She kept at it, her fast pace, her torturous hold on your body, despite your eyes being unclear, filled with tears, you could tell she was grinning down on you.
Eventually though, Linlin slowed down her pace, still keeping her finger in you. She stared at you, tilting her head, "Only two orgasms and you look like a wreck. Is your stamina truly so weak?"
She then leaned closer, her large frame shadowing yours. Her finger in you curved causing a low whimper to leave your pressed lips.
"I would've expected more from a slut who so easily got into bed with a stranger."
Despite her harsh words, you felt your clit tense up around her finger. Linlin's gaze flickered down to your soaking pussy before looking back up at you again.
"Hm? What's this?" She asked, tone mocking as she finally extracted her finger, a whine leaving you, "Still reacting? Do you want more? Can you take more?"
She tilted your chin up, craning your neck to look up at her, "Can you still give me more orgasms? Like a good girl?"
You swallowed your saliva, the feeling rough and grounding against your neck with your position. You felt your body tingle at her words.
"Yes!" You replied, nodding, "I can- I can be a good girl!"
There was a pause before Linlin's low chuckle rumbled and made you shiver, feeling it through your body being on her stomach.
"Very good," She stroked your hair, her finger returning to your clit and dripping in your juices, "Now..."
A second finger pressed in with her first and your eyes snapped down to watch, your breath catching in your throat.
"Linlin it won't- ah-" You called out to the large woman, your voice failing you as she pressed it in.
She watched you like a predator watching it's prey, judging your facial expressions, before she began to slowly press her fingers in and out of you.
"You were saying?" She questioned, voice stern, before she smiled again, something cruel, "Understand, toy," Her fingers sped up again, her large thumb pressed against your bud and you cried out, stimulation overwhelming you at the sudden change of pace, "I don't like being questioned."
Her fingers sped up and her thumb pressed down harshly, your body quivered.
"Understand?" She repeated as a question, curling her fingers and making you see white.
You nodded your head, eyes blurred with tears looking up at the magnificent yet terrifying woman.
"Y-yes."
She smiled once more, "Good."
Her attention then went towards your body and her free hand pressed against your breast.
"Now, lets see how many orgasms I can get out of you tonight before my new present breaks."
STUSSY BUCKINGHAM
Calculating, cold eyes, peered down at you, sharp nails scratched against your scalp like a cat's claws and the sounds of your tongue lapping against her clit, slurping and wet, enveloped the large room of the inn.
Your knees dug into the wood of the floor, your hands tied behind your back after Stussy had caught you trying to touch yourself without her permission- her tie now wrapped around your wrists tightly that you wouldn't be surprised if your blood circulation was cut off.
Her pale, soft and tended to legs rested on your shoulders, wrapping around you like a cage, locking behind your neck and keeping you in place between her thighs. As if you'd ever want to leave with her dripping cunt before you and her harsh yet gentle words permeating your ears in a hypnotising tone.
"A-ahh," Stussy moaned out, her head was thrown back and her hands at your scalp began to dig in harder. You whimpered and with your tongue buried in her pussy, she felt the vibrations ever present, a low hum coming from the woman above you, "Just- just like that. Right there, oh..."
You'd realised, in the course of your time together that Stussy enjoyed being loud while you silent.
Your tongue curled as far as you could manage, your head burying further in-between her thighs and trimmed bush, nose brushing forward up towards Stussy's bud and unintentionally teasing the older woman.
In response, she shoved your head further in when she felt your nose leave again. Her breath heavy, and her hands heavy despite the look of them that would make you assume she'd never seen a day of work.
"Floundering girl," Stussy hissed, directing your head up, pushing you out of her sobbing cunt and forcing you to hover over her, your eyes snapping open to meet azure crystals that stared down at you, eyes sharp and naturally seductive in a way that had you hooked at first glance.
"I told you to please me, not edge nor deprive me of what you can give," The pirate complained, scoffing, "Your actions must be deliberate or else if you attempt to tease me like that again I will leave you here. I have other options, don't you forget."
Then, like a switch, her glaring face turned into a smile- one that screamed fake yet you found yourself falling for as her nails scratched behind your ear like you would do to a dog or cat.
"This is my celebration, dear. I deserve to be treated the way I want, pleased the way I want by the desperate girl who took me to bed the first chance she got, don't I?"
Your breath turned shakey and you were sure Stussy could feel it with your mouth hovering above her and her lip twitching upwards.
"You do. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to I-"
Her hand drifted from your head, her finger coming up to press your lips quiet. She tilted her head, beautiful golden curls moving with her.
"Shhh," Stussy whispered like you would do to a crying child, "Actions speak louder than words," Her eyes flickered to her pussy before back up at you, her gaze sharpening once more, "Wouldn't you agree?"
You swallowed as she released your lips, her hand returning to your scalp.
"Now... If you understand... Get to work."
Your head dove back in, tongue pressing against her aching bud, purposefully, a warmth erupting in your stomach as you heard her soft and errotic gasps and moans fill your ears, your head clearing and your thoughts only becoming her.
Stussy's loud moans were all you could hear alongside the lapping of your tongue against her slick. You focused intently on her cunt, your tongue glided down collecting more of her wetness along her slit before returning to her throbing bud. You pressed and sucked, her sounds of pleasure, her nails against your head, making you rub your thighs together, feeling your own slick begin to travel down your body.
Eventually, you felt Stussy's thighs clench against your head, hard. A desperate moan leaving her lips at the highest volume she had blessed your ears with yet. Your tongue left her clit, eyes going down to track the cum that seaped out of her hole.
You waited a moment, hearing her breathing begin to calm once more before you lapped it up, cleaning her. The pirate's small whimpers filling the air with the overstimualtion your gentle tongue enforced on her sensitive body.
Once she was satisfied by your work, feeling herself grow warm once more, Stussy pulled on your hair, directing your eyes to meet her cold gaze.
Her fingers began to card through your hair, "You did a satisfactory job," She complimented, her lips twitching into a smirk, "Now... I've left you awfully dry..."
Stussy's eyes then dragged down your body to your thighs and she let out a mocking chuckle, "Perhaps not that dry... Remove yourself from the floor and I will show you how I want you to please me next."
You blinked, frozen taking in her words, "Next- time?" You asked hesitantly.
Her eyes lit up with a look of possession and she huffed.
"After taking care of me so well, you didn't think I would let you go? That'd be a waste of a good investment. Now, up you come. I won't ask again."
You swallowed, doing as asked and standing, Stussy moved over on the bed for you to lie down before she crawled over, sitting before you and directing your legs to open and move for her.
"Now, watch, and learn."
A/N:
Gloriosa was so difficult to write im so sorry if shes out of character! I was mainly trying to base her off what we've seen of her in god valley where shes younger rather than when shes older and shes shown to be quite a firey tempered woman so I... went off that.
REQUEST: Can u make a smutty law x fem!reader drunk sex friends with benefits rough sex prone bone doggy style woth multiple creampies please
A/N: Apologies this took so long, writing smut always takes me ages to do and with a request so specific I wanted to fit everything in while still trying to keep it consistent! Hope I fulfilled your request well and you enjoy, anon!
Synopsis: You and Law had a good deal going, a friends-with-benefits situation. Only, when you're at the bar and someone flirts with you, Law pratically drags you to the nearest inn and resolves to show you that he's he only one who can give you everything you need.
Content: Fem!Reader x Trafalgar Law, friends-w/-benefits, rough sex, possessiveness, jealously, creampies, eating out/oral sex, fingering, vaginal sex, hair-pulling, overstimulation, spanking, doggy style, use of 'good girl', power imbalance in a way(?).. it's crewmate x captain but it isn't really relevant
The noises of the bar, your crew of the heart pirates celebrating their latest victory, were muffled against your heartbeat in your ears and senses solely focused on the man holding you.
Law's body pressed against yours at a feverish pace, your mind was clouded and you couldn't figure out if it was because of the alcohol running through your body or if it was because of the heat between you two that was causing it.
Probably both.
His lips trailed across your neck, sucking and nipping at your sensitive skin. Your head leaned back against the door, the surface cooling it but not nearly erasing the warmth that was enveloping your body.
Law's arms around your waist held you steadily, harshly, and your legs wrapped around his like a constricting snake, locked at his back.
He it at your jaw, hard enough you were sure it'd leave marks, "L-law," You muttered while pulling him closer with your legs.
Your arms around his neck gave you the ability to tug at the bottom of his hair, grasping those black strands, you did so. The doctor lifted his head, looking up at you, his golden gaze felt piercing despite the darkness that shrouded the both of you.
"No visible marks- remember?" A rule you hadn't even been the one to put into place but had agreed to per Law's insistence.
The two of yours friends-with-benefits or rather crewmates-with-benefits deal had started out of a shared desire, a need for pleasure in the crowded space inside the Polar Tang.
For some reason, one night at a bar much like this one, Law had come onto you and with the both of you equally drunk you'd gone along with it.
The morning after had been all sorts of awkward and you both agreed to forget about it. It was better that way. A captain and his crewmate?
A recipe for disaster.
But then it'd start happening again and again.
Sometimes you were both sober, sometimes tipsy, sometimes drunk. Regardless, you'd grown to expect that when the crew visited a bar, the two of you would surely be visiting the nearest inn by the end of the night.
It was your fifth time together when Law had set some boundaries, rules if you will, and you had some of your own.
There'd been a few compromises but the rules, boundaries, etc, were all good and neither of you had broken them.
Until tonight, you supposed.
Law's eyes flickered to where he'd bitten, his eyes narrowing, "Why shouldn't I mark what's mine?" He asked, his hands at your waist trailing under your shirt, brushing against your skin as his fingers went behind you and unclasped your bra.
You gaped at his words. A low burning erupted at the bottom of your stomach hearing him call you his. You resisted a shiver, focusing on removing your bra straps and letting it fall down your left arm onto the floor beside you.
"You're the one-" You started.
"-Well now I'm the one saying the rule can be forgotten," Law interrupted, tone volatile.
The doctor then raised his hand from your back, you saw the blue glow of his ability surround the two of you and then "Shambles."
Your clothes dropped onto the floor beside you.
You were fully nude.
"Law!" You yelled out in confusion. This wasn't the first time he used his devil fruit powers during sex but he usually warned your first!
You opened your mouth to question him only for words to fail you as you watched the doctor drop to his knees.
He directed your legs around him to rest on his shoulders while the doctor's hands dropped to your thighs. You looked down, bemusement covering your features.
Law usually liked foreplay but he was being quick tonight- he'd basically dragged you from your conversation down at the bar... Maybe he was just really horny?
You didn't have much time to think as swiftly Law began marking up your thighs and legs, masaging them at the same time. You couldn't help but release a sigh of pleasure at the feeling, your fingers carding through his hair- hat removed and on one of the spare chairs in the room from when you'd first entered.
The pirate kept at it for a few minutes, licking at your skin, kissing it, biting it, sucking in hickeys, seemingly doing whatever he could to give your skin attention- blatantly ignoring your pussy that grew wetter and wetter with the more attention he gave your thighs.
Over time, Law moved closer and closer towards your core but at most he breathed over it, sending shivers down your spine. You so desperately wanted to touch yourself- you could feel your hard nipples against the cold air but you held back- one of your rules.
Instead, you resolved to tugging at Law's hair, whining and whimpering everytime he got close to your core.
"Law, please," You begged eventually.
He didn't raise his head but you could feel his head draw away from your thighs. He moved, "Law, please, what?" And purposely spoke with his mouth above your clit. You felt his warm breath tickle you and a keen escaped your lips.
"Please just get on with it! Stop teasing me!" You whined like a brat.
There was a beat, a pause of silence before you could hear Law click his tongue. You looked down at the top of his head with a frown before you felt it and promptly threw your head back.
Law's thumb dug into your throbbing bud, applying pressure that made your toes curl and a sob escape you when he let up on it.
"So impatient," His voice, low and buzzing, murmured against you before he finally touched you where you'd been begging for.
Tanned fingers gathered up the slick that had built up on your slit before Law stuck two of his fingers into you and began pummeling. You moaned, legs kicking out.
He went at a ferocious speed that had you panting, your thighs moving to try and push up and down with his movements. Law curled his fingers and you moaned out his name.
The sounds of your wet pussy permeated the room, the banging of your head against the door with the addition of your shaking thighs that pride to match his pace, holding his hair thightly as you tried to bounce in the rhythm of his fast fingers, had the feeling of heat build up swiftly in your lower stomach.
Eventually- before you could climax, his fingers slowed down, but still kept a fair pace allowing you a small breather, at least you thought it would- but then, his fingers began scissoring you open and you felt his tongue prod at your hole.
Your eyes snapped open and you couldn't help but protest, "Law, you can't fit all of that-"
You couldn't finish your words when his fingers picked up again, speeding into you, now with his tongue working in tandem, pressing against your gummy walls as you cried out, your nails scratching at his scalp that earned you a moan you felt vibrate through your body.
Law kept at his rapid pace and you could quickly feel your climax building up. Your thighs, trying their hardest to ride his fingers and tongue, were shaking and your body was beginning to gather a sheen of sweat.
"I'm gonna cum-" You warned him, before you did just that.
You climaxed and you could feel him remove his fingers from you, his tongue remaining, moving around and collecting the cum you were actively emitting.
The muscle moved away once you'd finished climaxing. Your loud breaths penertrated the air of the room and you swallowed the building saliva in your mouth.
You were about to move when Law's tongue came back and began to tease your slit. It flicked at your oversensitive bud and your legs kicked out once more, a whine and moan leaving your lips louder than you'd anticipated.
Law knew this would overstimulate you, but carried on, his tongue simply gliding over your wet slit before he hovered over your clit and sucked.
Your loudest moan yet erupted from your throat like a shout and his mouth was unrelenting, sucking and sucking and it. His fingers came back and teased at your hole before entering you again, curling.
Tears formed in your eyes with the stimulation that entered your body and you felt yourself shake against the door, your legs quivering against Law's shoulders at the rapid pace his tongue and fingers worked you in tandem.
Quickly, and without time to prepare or warn, another orgasm was sucked out of you. A gutting cry leaving you- Law again, lapped at it all and your chest expelled harshly with heaving breaths. You watched, looking down with tears in your eyes, as his head straightened and he licked at his fingers covered in you.
"S-shit," You breathed, breaths heavy and words drowsy, coming down from your high.
Law stared up at you, analysing the state tou were in, watching the way your chest moved, your body responded to the aftershocks, the way your voice sounded so wrecked and he smirked before you distantly heard the words of "Shambles" once more.
Your knees and arms hit the surface of the matress. Your hair curtained the sides of your face as you now stared down at the pillows on the bed, a small case of whiplash at your body going from the door to the bed in the matter of seconds leaving you light headed.
You felt the doctor's tattooed hands glide across your bare hips, a low hum sounding behind you. Your head pressed into the pillows, knowing that tone. If you had thought you were in for a long night before? Now you knew you were.
"Such a good girl for me, aren't you?" Law asked voice saccharine, his hands trailing to your back, before pressing into your spine forcing an arch that made you whine out, chest pressing against the matress, "Aren't you?" Law repeated, tone harsher as he slapped your ass.
"Yes!" You replied, raising your head and looking over your shoulder as he began to caress the spot he'd hit. "I-im a good girl!"
The room went quiet before you felt another slap against your ass, "Are you?" He asked, voice chillingly cold, "If you were you'd remember you're mine and you wouldn't be flirting with other people."
He thought you were what? And was what that about being his again!?
"Wh-" You tried to question, voicing your thoughts, but couldn't when Law's weight crushed against your back and you felt his throbbing cock against your sore ass.
Law' hands gripped your hips and before you knew it, he was sliding into you. A moan tore through your lips, head twisting against the pillow as you took in each inch slowly. Achingly.
Another paused passed where the air was just filled with the sound of your breaths, the joint warmth of your bodies- both nude. You guessed Law removed his clothes when he shambled you into the bed, before you felt one of his hands slide up from your hip to the top of your head.
And then, he pushed.
His hips began to thrust, cock squelching with your fluids, while his hands pushed you further into the matress via your head. He moved at a rough pace and you moaned, whimpered, into the pillow, eyes building up with tears due to overstimulation.
"Law! Shit- fuck!" You moaned out, vision going hazy as you felt your whole body move with each thrust he expelled. His hand snaked under your body, curling around your waist and securing you with your shaking legs almost giving out.
His breath fanned over your ear, "Who do you belong to?" Law asked, his pace speeding up despite his slow words that made your fists scrunch up against the matress of the bed.
"You- I belong to you!" Was your reply, stuttered out amongst the little control you had over your body in the moment, the bed making small noises under Law's intense motions.
"What's that?" His voice asked again, his hand at your stomach, slithering once more to cup your sex and press his finger against your bud. You cried out, eyes blown wide, "I couldn't hear you. Who do you belong to?"
"A-ahh-" Your mind felt hazy, the only thoughts running through it becoming Law, Law, Law, feeling his length drag in you before leaving in a constant harsh rhythm, pressing against your walls inside you, "You, Law! I- I belong to you, captain!"
You cried out again, feeling his finger circle your bud as a satisfied chuckle rippled through his chest, making you shiver. The contact of his chest against your back feeling ever more prevalent.
"That's right," He thrusted in time with pressing down, causing your legs to spasm and you felt another orgasm approaching you, "You belong to me and no one else. No one can please you the way I do, treat you this way, like I do. Can they?"
"Only- only you, Law!"
He kissed against your neck, before bringing his lips to your ear once more.
"Good girl. Now, come for me, again. Come on my cock, cover it in yourself and prove to me, I'm the only one who can do this to you."
At his words, you felt your core ripple and you came violently, his harsh thrusts beginning to speed up as he chased his own high, your pussy squirting around him.
His body pratically folded over yours as you two came down from your highs. Your overstimulated body collapsed onto the surface below you.
You closed your eyes, feeling Law regain himself, before you felt your body being maneuvered. Law flipped you around, his dick slipping out of you dripping in both your fluids, making you land on your back staring up at him.
The surgeon smirked down at you, leaning forward, "Mine," He muttered, capturing your lips in a kiss.
You felt his length brush against your skin and you melted into the gentle kiss despite the rough treatment elsewhere.
You were truly in for a long night.
A/N: Well. This took longer than I expected to write and it's also not proof read bc I got a little shy writing some of this and felt embarrassed to do so, so... apologies once more if there are any mistakes whether that be grammar or spelling!
I look forward to seeing all the future works you do of one piece woman (or any others of any fandom!) I love the way you write! And this world needs more reader yuri (or yuri in general)! Ty <3
AHHH Ty for the support!! (*>∀<*) I'm still new to writing x reader content and I struggle with it more than usual fics so hearing someone compliment it is really motivating <3
I agree that this world needs more gl reader content and I hope to deliver as much as I can (≡^∇^≡)
Synopsis: You shipwrecked on the Amazon Lily only to be found by the Kuja Warriors and brought to the Empress. You expected death, instead, you're given unexpected kindness that leaves you confounded.
Content: Fem!reader x Boa Hancock
"You confuse me," You'd found yourself admitting, breathing out into the silence of the Pirate Empresses throne room. Your side lent against the left wall, gaze cast out, down, to look upon the Amazon Lily and it's setting.
Greenery brighter than any you'd seen on any Islands before, sun dazzling down from a blanket of beautiful blue that would make even the sea jealous with it's natural and alluring azure and a calm and gentle wind that pushed through the semi-crowded street filled with the proud Amazonian women that populated this land filled your view; yet, none of that compared to her.
The leader of this place, feared and adored by all the subjects you could see below.
You looked to your side, to her, when you were met with stunning silence, uncommon for the proud ruler that you'd grown used to yelling, raising her voice and commanding in the past week since your ship wrecked upon the shores of the Amazon Lily.
She sat there, legs crossed, her head resting on her propped up fist with her dark caramel eyes staring at you- ones that when the sun hit just right looked like a hypnotising swirl of sweet chocolate that drew any unsuspecting person in with her beauty.
The sun seemed to bend to her whims, just like everything else did, and it enveloped her in a beautiful and bright lighting that some might think of as heavenly, not too harsh, nor too light, instead, just right.
It made the already vibrant colour of her vermillion attire appear ever more fluorescent and you wondered what sort of dye emitted such pigment.
"I confuse you?" Hancock parroted, tone hauntingly even as her unblinking stare tracked the small movement you did, adjusting yourself against the surface of the wall.
You nodded.
The Snake Princess hummed, the sound melodic, "Pray tell, what has caused such feelings of uncertainty to arise in you, my dear?"
There it was.
"You-" A pause as you struggled to find the correct words, reminding yourself to keep your tone level as to not accidently irritate the Princess, "You've offered me shelter, a bed to sleep in, clothes as well as your company and yet you ask nothing of me, even calling me- me- pet names."
"And that... brings you confusion? You are not a man, I see no need as to why you'd expect me to treat you harshly."
"I'm still an intruder-"
"You are my guest," Hancock interupted, her hands going towards her seat's arms and raising herself.
She stood tall at 6'3, a few inches added to her natural height due to her shoes, and those heels echoed across the steps of the throne as she walked over to you. Her movements smooth, like a snake. You felt hypnotised by her- it was hard not to.
The Snake Princess felt more like a snake charmer in the way she's able to enamour any soul, yours included, she comes across using nothing but her beauty.
"Do you dare to question my judgement?" Hancock asked, voice not raised but booming in the respect it demanded when directed towards you.
She kept walking, stopping once in front of you. The Empress placed her hand on her hip, looking down at you.
You shook your head, "I didn't mean to offend you, all I was trying to say is... I don't understand. It's-" Ugh, how could you say this without offending her? "It's just... Unusual. I didn't expect to be treated so well."
A moment of silence passed, the wind passing through the open windows of the throne room; but then, Hancock broke it.
A small smile lighting up her features. It was a smile of many, it looked comforting, yet mocking, kind, yet displeased.
You weren't sure which of those thoughts made your heart pick up- but one of them did, with the silence you could hear your heart beat in your ears, and you heard it speed up just slightly awaiting her reply.
Was it her beauty or nervousness causing that?
You didn't know.
Best to assume both.
"You needn't worry," Hancock replied, lifting her fingers to card through your hair in a way you found yourself unconsciously leaning into.
"I have responded to your apperance, on my land, in the way I have, due to reasons only I need to be concerned about. You have no need to question anything."
She leaned down, and you could've sworn you saw her pale cheeks light up with pink, before her face left your view of vision and you felt her lips against your forehead. Giving a small kiss.
"Simply enjoy and relax. Leave everything to me, just accept what I give you."
Hancock then leaned back, her hands cupping your cheeks and stroking them with her thumbs.
"If you wish to leave, I will accompany you and deliver you to whichever Island it is you want to go to. If you wish for me to stop, I will. However... If you desire for me to resume my affections towards you, I will be happy to do so, and I promise to treat you with- what you deserve."
Your heart felt like it was beating out of your chest and you were sure breathing had to be easier than how it felt right now, but looking up at Hancock, you could only stare before nodding slightly.
"Ok, I won't ask you again."
Her face lit up, and she wrapped her arms around you, pulling you into a hug. Thanking you and saying all sorts of praise that made your chest thump.
You didn't understand her, nor her actions, but that was fine for now.
You were a simple trader- the only people who would miss you were those you were sailing towards for a deal before the storm picked you up and threw you into the Calm Belt before stranding you on the Amazon Lily.
Getting back home wasn't a big concern of yours at the moment. Sure, you missed out on a bit of money, but you had bigger concerns! Like a Pirate Empress for some reason being nice to you.
You had time to figure it out, and you would. Just not from Hancock.
Approaching the elder Nyon, you weren't shocked to see her let out a loud sigh that must've expelled all the oxygen within her lungs before she gave you a dry look.
No you weren't shocked, if only a little offended.
It wasn't like the Nyon had given you any impression she wouldn't treat you as such though, you'd known since her protest against you staying on the Island to the looks she gave you everytime you interacted with Hanock that the Elder Nyon did not like you.
Well, it probably wasn't that she didn't like you, you hoped, it was more just she didn't seem to like your presence on the Island as a stranger.
That was understandable.
So you carried on, approaching her and giving the shorter and much older woman, a smile.
"Elder Nyon," You greeted, the previous Empress looking up at you. The two of you were at one of the cliffside's of the Amazon Lily that oversaw the Calm Belt in all it's beauty.
You'd just come from seeing Hancock off at the dock, a request of her's you couldn't resist. She'd held your cheek like she had two days prior, and told you to remain safe- in her Palace if you wished, and that she'd be back soon.
You in turn, had wished her good luck.
The women around you all had swooned at the interaction, you supposed it must've been because of their Empress being so kind to someone who in all truth, didn't deserve it. So you'd ignored it.
Once the Perfume Yuda had set off you managed to avoid the forming crowd with the help of Margurette, who'd been your guard for most of your stay, and made your way across the Island to find Gloriosa without Hancock around to throw the old lady out whenever she did or said something to upset the current Empress.
Which, really, happened more than it should've in your opinion.
So, here you were now, before the woman and you could finally ask her, "Why has Hancock been so nice to me?"
"Ah, so now you ask," Gloriosa responded, her hands gripping her cane slightly tighter as she closed her eyes in thought, "Has the Snake Princess spoken to you about love?"
You frowned. That was a bit of a weird question. Regardless, you paused and thought about it. When you figured out an answer you responded, raising your voice, the woman in front of you opened her eyes once more.
"Not really. The only things I can think about are her calling me 'her love'."
Gloriosa had taken you back to her small hut to explain to you the past of the Kuja women and the past fates of the Empresses.
In your opinion, it was horrifyingly stupid.
The proud leaders of an all women Island have all fallen to defeat, ruin, betrayal, whatever you want to call it- all because of men.
It was horrifyingly ironic.
"If not ending up with the man who you have love sickness for resolves in death... How come you're still alive, Gloriosa?"
The past Empress frowned into her cup of tea, a small warm breeze fluttering through the air and brushing against her silky grey waves.
"There are two ways it is cured. Either the Empress must die, or the man does. The one I had it for... Met an untimely death and as a result, I was spared of my own. Unfortunately, if you do not end up with the chosen man- fulfilling your heart and curing the sickness, an arguably worse fate than death meets you. You lose your-"
"Strength?"
"Beauty."
Oh. Wait what?
You stared at the woman, and she stared back.
"You... You said you lost your beauty? I thought strength was beauty to Kuja women?"
And even if it wasn't... Was Gloriosa calling herself ugly!? For being a seventy year old woman she looked amazing!
"It is, however, to the outside world, beauty is judged by apperance. We lose our worth to those outside of the Amazon Lily."
... You could hardly see how that was worse than death. Gloriosa didn't even leave the Amazon Lily!
Regardless...
"So... What does this have to do with Hancock and how she's been treating me? Are you saying she has love sickness for me?... I thought you only got it for men."
Gloriosa hummed nodding, "That is usually the case, yes, and we believed Hancock had already contracted it for another... However, with you here, I do not believe that is the case any longer. The way Hancock reacted in regards to her love sickness was very strange- unlike the others, myself inculded, that I've seen before."
Gloriosa went on to compare Hancock to the other's and slowly the pieces came into place.
"-She seemed pained to leave you this morning, even if you were staying on the Amazon Lily. I assume that was her only reassurance. With the other soul, she seemed fine letting him go- and that was my first clue."
You frowned. You didn't want Hancock to be trapped in a situation like this because of you, it was cruel, truly a curse.
The Elder Nyon tapped your head with her stick making you whine out in pain while throwing a glare.
"Do not be so put down! I explained to you that Shakuyaku was fortunate enough to have love sickness be towards a man she favoured and he returned her feelings resulting in neither of them needing to die and Shakuyaku's sickness being cured! I believe you and Hancock will share a similar fate."
... What!?
"Gloriosa you can't be serious! Hancock-"
"Hancock loves you, as she's proven by offering you shelter- a room right next to hers that is reserved for the right hand woman to the Empress, she has given you clothes, food, attention and devotion. She is utterly enamoured with you, you fool! Goodness, she's practically already started parading you around as her consort, having you wish her farewells in front of the public!"
You blushed listening to her. Was that why everyone was staring this morning!?
"If you return Hancock's feelings, which I suspect you do, allow the both of you to love eachother and free her of her curse."
You swallowed, you hands cupping around the mug that sat before you, looking down into it, the liquid reflecting you.
The hours counting down the Perfume Yuda's return were daunting, it felt like you were awaiting execution.
You resolved to stay in your guest room, the one just beside Hancock's and one you belatedly realised is the only other bedroom apart from the Empresses in this section of the Palace. You had asked her sisters where theirs were and they said they had rooms on one of the lower floors.
During the wait, you had paced around your room, bit down your nails to an uncomfortable length, played with your hair resulting in you messing it up and having to brush through it so it'd look presentable and now you laid on your bed, staring up aimlessly at the ceiling and tracking the different patterns embedded in the surface above, trying to follow each swirl and count how many there were.
Nothing you did tempered your anxiety. Gloriosa's words: “Hancock loves you,” spoken with such certainty you couldn't find it in yourself to think she was lying, circled through your mind like a snake constricting your brain and forcing the small amount of space it left to only supply your mind with thoughts of her.
That beautiful, silky, long hair that you'd felt the urge to tread your fingers through and treat with care.
Those piercing eyes that could make anyone weak just by looking at them, whether it be a look of happiness or a glare.
Her amazing legs that could topple mountains with just one simple kick- despite their sleek form, a powerhouse fit for a woman of her stature.
She bore the voice of an angel, a goddess, a temptress, someone who commanded respect when she entered the room, someone who you would mistake for a siren. A voice you could hear talk for hours.
You let out a wistful sigh, closing your eyes. Your hands were laid flat on your stomach and your legs beside each other.
The thought of, ‘I wonder when Hancock will be back?’ Entered your mind like a slave arrow the woman herself would shoot out at enemies.
“When I didn't see you at the docks I feared the worst,” The voice of the woman you'd just been fantasising about, spoke, and your eyes snapped open to see her entering your room, “And here I find you, laid out like you're about to be put in a casket.”
“Hancock!” You greeted, sitting up, staring at the woman.
She was wearing a different dress than usual- the colour coincidently your favourite, and beautiful in the way it hugged her form well, sleeves long, no cleavage shown, yet that daring split at her leg was there.
In simple a term, she looked heavenly.
She smiled down at you, Salome by her side, coming up to stop at the side of your bed, “Still alive, I see,” Hancock observed, a small giggle leaving her, her nose scrunching up with her laugh making your cheeks flush when you thought: ‘Cute’
“I'm sorry I didn't come to greet you,” You replied, looking down at the covers of the bed, your hand scrunching up a bit of the blanket in your fist, “I was just… Lost in thought.”
Hancock hummed.
You heard a rustling, and then felt the bed dip. Your head looked up to see her now sat in front of you, one leg was over the bed, skin in the open where the slit allowed it, while the other was crossed knee towards you, with her foot beneath the other.
Hancock's body was facing towards you, her left arm resting on her thigh while her right arm and hand pressed against the bed at her side to steady her. She smiled softly at you.
“Do you wish to share your thoughts with me?” The Empress asked, eyes softer than you'd ever seen them.
You thought about it, pausing while there was a silence between you. It wasn't akward, but filled with a simple trust between the two of you.
There was no point in trying to dodge the arrow rushing towards you, staring into her eyes, you took a breath before asking, "Are you in love with me, Hancock?"
She paused. The Empress' smile fell into a look of bewilderment, and then embarrassment as her cheeks flushed and she looked much less like the terrifying Snake Princess and more like a shy girl with a crush.
Her hands rose to cup her cheeks, and a smile formed once more on her lips but it was bashfully. You blinked at the switch-up.
Gloriosa was RIGHT!?
"I- I am! Goodness, this is so embarrassing! I hadn't wished for you to find out so soon I was planning on proposing tonight!"
She was- PROPOSE!?
"Wait, wait-" You replied in shock, staring as Hancock didn't even seem to hear you, and began to go on a rant about how the two of you would marry and that she was happy you were already settling into your life on the Amazon Lily well.
"Hancock!"
The woman stopped her rant, blinking at you like an owl at your raised voice, a frown etching onto her blushing face, as she moved her hands from hers, to cup yours.
"Ah, what is it my dear? I'm sorry- this isn't what I planned but we can still-"
"Hancock..." You interupted, watching her finally listen to your and stop herself before another rant started. This was so- bizarre. It's like her personality had done such a 180 since you first met her.
"I can't marry you," Her face dropped and you were quick to continue, "I can't marry you- yet. I... I love you too, I think, but marriage is too soon. We hardly know each other. I think... Friends, then dating and then down the line we can think about marriage but it's- I can't right now."
She stared and you were worried she'd turn you to stone here and now, but instead her hands dropped from your cheeks to rest on her lap.
Hancock sighed, resigned.
"Ok. I can wait," Her smile then returned, "I can wait however long you need to be ready."
You nodded, smiling back, "thank you, Hancock."
She shook her head, "No, thank you, for allowing me this chance to love you."
You couldn't marry yet. You were too unknown to each other but... You knew you'd no doubt become the wife to Boa Hancock down the line because if there was one thing you knew you could never be confused about again, it was your feelings towards her.
You were in love.
You both had time.
A/N: VERY self-indulgent piece of mine to the point I worry I may have made Hancock a bit OOC?? I hope not! If she does come off a little OCC I'm just excusing it by saying that i think once she realises her crush on Luffy isn't actually a crush, she'd react more maturely(?) Towards the subject even if she still is a large romantic and with the person she actually gets 'love sickness' for, she'd treat it differently to how she does Luffy in canon and would be more willing to take things slow rather than bombard the person she feels it for with proclamations of love and marriage.
Anyway, hope you enjoyed it enough! Thank you for reading!
Features: Fem!reader x Boa Hancock
CW: fingering, oral sex / eating out, inappropriate use of conquers haki (just for like one line), bondage, overstimulation, sub-reader x top-character
Her slender and long fingers kept a rapid motion, going in and out of your body, curling occasionally in ways that made your body tense against the soft surface of her mattress.
You were shaking, breaths rapid as your chest expelled oxygen in heavy but quick efforts.
You tugged against the restraints holding your arms up and couldn't help but keen, your back arching and toes curling as Hancock made a particular motion making the bubbling feeling at the bottom of your stomach grow.
"H-Hancock-" You stuttered out.
This had been going on for almost thirty minutes now.
You were desperate, the feeling of your climax had been building up at a slow and steady pace.
The woman's eyes flickered from where her fingers had been entering your soaking cunt, to meet your eyes.
Your breath hitched seeing the utter lust that clouded her vision.
"Yes my dear?" Hancock questioned, her pace never ceasing despite the shifted attention.
"Im close."
Hancock perked up, leaning forward. The flush on her cheeks was what you might consider cute, if not for the sweat that encompassed both of your nude forms as well as her fingers being covered in your slick.
"You are? I'm doing well? Do you wish for me to pick up my pace?"
You nodded to all three of those, and like a woman who'd just been promised everything in the world, Hancock doubled down.
Her head drifted away from you and lowered to where she was still plowing you with nothing but two of her fingers. Your hips thrusted in an effort to have them reach deeper and hit that spot.
Hancock's tongue flicked out and teased your aching bud, making a sharp breath leave you. She then flattened her tongue against it before sucking- hard and a euphoria washed over you.
Even with your climax, Hancock didn't let up.
Instead, the Kuja Empress raised her head, just so that her mouth was free of you, and with her fingers still moving she commanded:
"Place your legs on my shoulders, my love,"
You felt your mind empty, and a singular thought to do as the command asked washed in like a rushing waterfall, filling you with the energy to act the command out.
You did as asked, albeit with a small struggle from the fact her minstrations did not stop, however, her free hand did help you heft your legs onto her shoulders before you were situated and she rewarded you with a curl of her fingers making you let out a whimper through panting lips.
She smiled, you could feel it as Hancock lowered her head once more to your stomach and began kissing at your lower belly, before moving to your thighs, giving you love bites.
Hancock then dipped down lower to her original purpose, your clit, her tongue stuck out before circling your bud and she kept at it, working you, your moans and begs seemingly falling on deaf ears like Hancock was in a state of wanting to please.
Her fingers didn't stop- in fact they sped up and you couldn't help but moan loudly and unrestrained, you knew that if the restraints holding you up weren't of silk you'd no doubt be feeling pain of were regular cuffs against bare skin.
Not that Hancock would ever allow that.
A few more minutes passed of her pummeling her fingers into you while she pressed at your bud that had you shaking hard, on the verge of tears from overstimulation, breath heaving before you finally came again, crying out Hancock's name as your body tensed and legs jerked violently from where they rested on the Kuja's shoulders.
Hancock slowed down her fingers, before finally releasing from you with a wet pop.
Your breathing was slowing and you watched with half-lidded eyes as Hancock sat up. Her face was dripped in your juices, but that didn't seem to deter the Empress as she licked her fingers clean.
The erotic scene made you swallow harshly.
The Ex-Warlord kept her eyes on you, and once her fingers were finally clean, she used that hand as well as her other, to cage you in, her raven locks falling forward and acting like a black-out curtain making it so all you could focus on was her.
She offered a slow kiss before caressing your face with her clean hand.
"Another round?" She asked, voice sweet like honey and oh so enticing, you didn't even realise you'd said, "Yes" until she was climbing off the bed talking about the strap.
