hi! i'm milkcanned, i'm 19, and i'm a lesbian writing fanfictions about my favorite fictional girls for other girls! i am currently around episode ~780 of one piece, so please do not request characters past that point!
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what i write for:
- one piece
- female characters
- nonbinary/androgynous characters
- genderswapped male characters (very picky about this though)
- a select few male characters see below
i will write:
- female reader
- gn reader
- afab reader
- headcanon format
- full fanfiction
- nsfw
- sfw
i will not write:
- male reader
- amab reader
- heavy fetish content (no extremes; pee, feces, splosh)
+ a little elaboration on who i write for, i am willing to write for any female character as long as i can get a decent grip on her personality. meaning, she has at least enough screen time that she actually has character ;)
+ i am willing to write for a select few male characters. just ask, but dont get butthurt.
+ no nsfw for male characters unless i'm REALLY feeling it...
boa hancock x fem reader, pre-relationship. reader is a straw hat and luffy's sister. takes place early in the timeskip. happy birthday @yamat0 @deathgr0wl i think you and luna are neat. 826 words.
"What are you thinking?"
The Pirate Empress was, strangely, laying underneath a coiled-up Salome while the enormous snake weapon rested her head in your lap. You were now used to Hancock's rooms on Amazon Lily, and her snake used to you, and the woman herself was… something other than cold.
"I should oil my cuticles," you lied.
Hancock extended one long, elegant arm with her hand upturned, and you mutely obeyed, placing your fingertips in her palm for inspection. "It can wait," she said.
"Oh."
You were still new to all this. Once, you asked Robin how her hands were so pretty and her nails so shiny, and she'd held them out in a similar manner to look at yours. "Yours are pretty, too," she said honestly. "Strong. And sure." You'd reopened a split in one of your knuckles that morning while training with a punching bag, to Chopper's displeasure, and stared and stared at the archaeologist's hands holding up her book as she sipped a cocktail on the Sunny's deck.
Hancock didn't let go, and her oval, manicured thumbnail shone like an opal in the sunset that washed through her windows as she stroked over that same knuckle. She seemed lost in thought, too, at the end of a lazy afternoon weighed down by a clingy snake. You kept her company while her sisters went to deliver food to Rusuikana, presumably so the woman wouldn't wear holes in the floors with her nervous pacing, but you'd found in the last few weeks of your being a guest in her palace that she was more relaxed than when Luffy first woke after his surgery. In those days, she called you "sister" or "sister-in-law" under her breath, which you found more endearing the presumptuous, but now she only said your name in that smooth, arch voice of hers, with a similar tenderness to Luffy's, especially on the first syllable.
Maybe the novelty of your relation had worn off.
You'd neglected your scant self-maintenance since Sabaody. The woman you saw most as a child was Dadan, if you could call her any sort of constant as you passed days in the woods with your brothers, and anything resembling a beauty routine was your bunkmates' influence. So Amazon Lily was dizzying. You felt like Sanji for even thinking it, but you looked at your hostesses with a strange mix of awe—distant admiration, like a supplicant—and want, want to be them and be with them, and some looked at you like that in turn, or at your apparent closeness to the Snake Princess.
Even now, sprawled together under the same snake, in Hancock's bed, you felt far from her, or that a curtain separated you, one that shimmered with shadows and impressions. You didn't envy Luffy for much, certainly not now, but through it all there was something real, a confidence you missed out on. There wasn't anything fair in thinking of it that way, but you couldn't help it.
What happened before Luffy's trial?
That's what you were thinking.
"Hancock?"
"Hmm?"
Salome raised her head, too, tilted like a cat's.
"What do you like about Luffy?"
It was incredible, really, how quickly she changed, from the lush, luxurious queen in repose to a blushing, stuttering girl. It never put you off or made you think less of her. You wanted to bottle it because it seemed so pure, and ephemeral, and you wondered what she was like when she was younger than both of you now.
"Lu-Luffy?"
You nodded.
Hancock turned her face away, tracing little circles around one of Salome's spots as she answered. "He's a good man," she mumbled.
"One of the best," you agreed. Besides Ace. "And?"
"And?" she sputtered.
"Can I guess?" You didn't wait for her to answer either way, but she stilled as if waiting for you to start. "He's simple. He means what he says, but he isn't stupid. He gets angry, but he isn't selfish."
Unlike you. You made stupid choices that kept you far from where you needed to be, too occupied to see your brother's last breaths, too enraged to make sure they weren't his last. You failed Ace, and you failed Luffy.
Hancock nodded, a moue on her lips, and met your eye. "You know him so well."
"But I don't understand him." You trusted him. Unconditionally, even, because he saw and followed some instinct you couldn't, just like you had impulses he lacked that you tried not to think of as flaws.
"He's not like most men, no," Hancock mused. "You make more sense to me."
You blinked, and she smiled, shyly. Almost like how she avoided looking Luffy in the face, but she watched you more gamely. Like she was braver. Which wouldn't have made sense for the fearsome pirate if you didn't know her, and you realized she made sense to you, too. Even with all you didn't know.
Could you write some nsfw with Kalifa and a femreader who also works for Cp9? Maybe she infiltrated as a waiter at the same place as Blueno? I just really love Kalifa
one way or another
kalifa finds you off the clock, and though fraternizing isn't permitted among fellow cp9 members, this doesn't count, right?
ft. kalifa x afab!f!reader
thigh riding/grinding, dom!kalifa, sub!reader
word count: 700
a.n: gosh i love her. nami was right wishing for her as a secretary. i need a mature woman like her
You rush around flocks of drunken men as you head to the kitchen to serve mediocre bar food table by table. Really, you didn't know how you found yourself infiltrating as a damn waitress. Frankly, you were jealous of your fellow peers who were able to snag jobs at Galley La. Blueno's decent company, but you don't have much in common with him.
You have trays in both of your hands as you weave around drunks to your next table. You begin to set the tray down and dish out the food & drinks when you're bumped into, spilling drinks all over your uniform. A drunk man around your age grasps your waist to stabilize you, before asking, "You okay, sweetheart?" You grimace and bark out a "Yeah", pushing away from him to the break room. You untie your apron and huff out to Blueno, "I'm clocking out!" Entering the room to change out of your uniform, you once again bump into someone. "Oh, for God's—"
"Hello."
You shuffle back a little to give a genuine, tired smile at Kalifa, someone you found yourself accompanying quite often in your free time. Being the only women in CP9, the two of you were tight knit. Kalifa adjusts her glasses and observes your disheveled form. "You look horrible." She blurts, blunt as ever. You sigh, sitting on a bench. "Yeah, stupid guy out there bumped into me and had the gall to call me sweetheart." She frowns at this, adjusting her glasses once more. "That's sexual harassment." she states in a matter-of-fact tone. You hum in acknowledgment, but nothing else.
"I'll help you out of that." She advances towards you, glancing at your stained uniform. "Oh really that's—" You start, but she's already making quick work of getting your shirt off. Bold as ever. You slip off your skirt and glance up at her, but you find yourself looking at her unreadable expression. You really could never read Kalifa. Your relationship was strictly friendly, but her lingering touches confused you. You part your lips to say something and she narrows her eyes and dips her head a bit, tilting her head with a knowing, domineering gaze. You make the first move, pressing into her soft lips, taking in her cherry lipgloss.
She wraps a hand around your head and deepens the kiss, fogging up her glasses a little. You mewl into the kiss, grasping onto her blazer. She breaks the kiss, lipgloss smeared all over yours and her lips. "Let me handle you." She wipes away the residue and reaches for the waistband of your panties. "Please," you breathe out, peppering kisses on her jaw. Slipping your panties off, she leads you to stand in front of her as she sits elegantly on the bench. You climb onto her lap and connect with her lips again, her hands reaching around to unclasp your bra. You move to straddle her stocking covered thigh, quick to bump and grind on it.
She grabs your chin and pulls you away from her to mutter out, "Just like that." She moves her nimble hands to knead your chest as you move back and forth against her, huffing. "Please, Kalifa. Mm'need more." She feigns sympathy and pouts at you. "Need what?" She drawls with that smooth voice, smirking. "Need youuu.." You mutter, growing frustrated against her leg. She hums, bouncing her knee to grant you more friction, moving her hands to scratch down your back. Your clit bumps steadily against her leg, and you feel your climax approaching rapidly as she moves you up and down. "Kahh— Kalifa!" You cry, leaning on her shoulder. "Mm, are you close?" She smiles, licking the shell of your ear. You whimper in response, clenching your legs around her thigh. "Mm'coming!!" You mewl, feeling the dam inside of you break as your pussy throbs around nothing, slickening up her stockings.
She presses a kiss to your temple as you come down, sighing. You look up at her, as if to ask her, 'What now?' She gives you a knowing smile. "As a member of Cipher Pol 9, I must ensure all members are performing at their best." She reassures you.
Hello! I have a Nico Robin request, if you would like to take it of course. I don’t know if this would be a dabble or a one shot type of thing. But anyway could you write about a scenario that goes like this please.
The reader is quite popular and has been even before she joined the strawhats, anyway while the strawhats are docked on an island, reader reunites with an old friend she made before she joined the strawhats. During a celebration of something this friend of reader has become quite touchy, and Robin finds reader and her friend are in a position that makes it look like reader is cheating on Robin. But she isn’t and reader goes to explain to Robin.
Sorry this is such a long request! Thank you if you do this request ♥️
the heart of the matter
after the strawhats manage to save an island, celebration ensues. you, a strawhat and the romantic partner of nico robin, happen to meet an old friend. a touchy old friend. while robin is mature enough not to be jealous, she's hurt and confused.
nico robin x female!reader
word count: 2022
a.n: i made this a female reader because you mentioned she/her pronouns in your request :) but this fic can 100% be read neutrally
Before joining the Straw Hat Crew, you had already made quite a name for yourself. People adored you, and you were popular in surrounding islands despite only doing some charity work. You've even rattled up the marines, stealing money from enemy islands to help support your island.
Everyone on the crew knew the extent of your popularity. Now, you were no hero, but the people loved you. And when you teamed up with Luffy to shut down a corrupt government, that's when he asked you;
"You're pretty cool! Join my crew!"
Since then, The Thousand Sunny has been your home. The Strawhats are your family, and you've grown close with each one. Especially Nico Robin.
The first time Nico Robin was introduced to you, she was intrigued. You were smart, interesting, pretty, and fairly popular. She figured there had to be a good reason for such popularity. After reading up on past newspapers, she learned of your good nature that had led to your micro-celebrity status.
You yourself were enthralled with Robin. She was beautiful, morbid, and oh so intellectual. The two of you clicked instantly, your personalities lining like puzzle pieces. Eventually, you adapted to being called her girlfriend, physical affection with each other, and sharing knowledge.
Your relationship was strong, with Robin being astute and mature and you being loving and apt.
Fast forward to now, your crew has saved an island from corruption and the entire village is partying in celebration. You're sitting next to Robin, sharing a bottle of wine together as you listen to one of the village elders tell a wise story around the fire.
You move to rest your head on Robin's shoulder when you hear Usopp call out for you. "Hey! Someone's here looking for you!" You're a bit confused, having never visited this island before. "Really, for me?" You question, scrunching up your face and looking over to Robin. She smiles at you, "Go ahead, I'll be right here."
You give her a peck on the cheek as Usopp points you over to where the person is standing.
You walk further from the celebration and to the village housing, where you spot a figure against the wall. As your eyes adjust to the dark night, you gasp. It's a very close friend you made during your time of popularity. She always backed you up in bad situations and could've been considered your partner in crime. "Is that really you!?" You run over, hugging her. "How'd you end up on this old island?" You beam at her. "Oh, you know! Needed to jump start my business and moved here. Let's catch up!" Before you can explain that you need to inform your friends and girlfriend where you'll be first, she drags you away.
As the night goes on, the two of you share booze as you recount the adventures you both had. Her legs are tangled up in yours as she pushes herself closer to you in a drunken stupor. Your friend had always been a bit touchy, and you've accepted that. In your also very drunken state, you don't do much to tell her to tone it down.
She leans over to whisper something in your ear, but you turn, making her smash right into your lips. That's when you hear a light gasp. You whip your head to see your girlfriend, Robin, along with Nami and Usopp. "Ouch!" you reprimand your friend, glancing over to Robin, but she's walking away. Nami is glaring at you hard. You sober up quickly. "I've gotta go, okay?" You say, standing up.
You pull Nami and Usopp along with you to privately speak with them. Nami speaks first, "What the actual hell were you doing!? We thought we could trust you! She though she could trust you!" Your stomach drops. "Fuck! I was just reuniting with my old friend. I forgot how touchy she could be." Nami raises an eyebrow as Usopp crosses his arms. "Really? God. You need to go find Robin." You turn on your heel to follow where she walked off to.
"Robin?" You call out, walking along a dirt path along a meadow.
You spot a shadow against a tree stump holding a book. That's her.
"Mm?" She hums, not looking up from her book. You sit down beside her and look at her. She's got that sorrowful look in her eyes, like that look when she's thinking about her past.
"Robin, I want to tell you what happened. I didn't mean to walk off like that." You start, "That was my close friend from before I joined the crew. She's a sister to me, she's just so touchy and loud. I found her after Usopp told me someone was asking for me and before I knew it we were cracking drinks."
Robin nods, but is still uneasy. "You kissed her though. It hurt. Please tell me, you won't leave me will you?" She sighs, voice trembling a little.
"Oh, Robin." You breathe, recognizing that fear of abandonment from anywhere. She's still so bruised from her past. "I love you so much. I would never leave you, or be unfaithful to you. You will always be my other half and I am so proud to be your partner. Please forgive my negligence." You lean in to put a hand on her cheek, stroking her face gently. You tilt your head as to ask if she's okay and if she forgives you, and she dips her head to give you a soft kiss.
"Of course I forgive you. I was just so confused, I didn't think you ask you anything. I shouldn't have run off. I love you, so so much." She smiles, tucking hair behind your ear.
"Let's go back to the ship, alright?"
The next morning, you properly introduce Robin to your friend before the Sunny departs to the next island.
As the ship departs from the dock, you feel a comforting warmth on the small of your back as Robin rests a hand there, a bit heavier than any other time.
Summary — Nami decides that you’d be the perfect birthday gift for her sister.
Warnings and Other Tags
➳ Smut (threesome (Reader is ‘shared’ as a birthday present); oral (female receiving, strap-on); penetration (vaginal, strap-on, anal fingering); some degradation and name-calling; spanking; light bondage; orgasm denial); cursing; nothing happens between the sisters.
Notes
➳ Word Count is 911.
➳ Reader uses feminine pronouns (she/her).
Nojiko couldn’t thank her sister enough. Nami grinned back at her with a proud expression. Crammed between them, you were hardly even functioning. The muffled sounds that filled the room were unbelievably satisfying.
You were dripping in Nami’s arousal, tongue lapping at her folds without thought as you gazed tiredly up at her from your place between her legs. She gripped your hair in an unapologetic grip, steering your mouth wherever she wanted.
Meanwhile, Nojiko had been taking you from behind for at least fifteen minutes. She held onto the large bow that had been tied around your hips, enjoying how it doubled as both a decoration for her birthday and a way to keep your hands firmly secured behind your back.
Her strap sunk in and out of your quivering entrance without a care. It was the toy’s third round inside you so far and Nojiko clearly had no plans to stop anytime soon. She palmed at your swollen ass, listening to the wet, gushing sounds of your pussy as she said, “Can’t believe you got me a present this good, Nami.”
Her sister laughed with a moan, “Luffy said he wouldn’t mind me taking her out for the day, so I figured, why not bring her along for your birthday? She’s yours until sundown.”
“Ours,” corrected Nojiko. “Can’t leave you out of all the fun. It was your idea, after all.”
Nami moaned again. She rolled her hips, grinding on your face as yet another orgasm overtook her. It was the third one she’d had so far, but that didn’t keep her twitching hips from rolling against your nose. Her thighs closed in, practically suffocating you in her release.
“Ah! Oh my—! Ugh!” she cried out.
Nojiko laughed at the muffled groans that you let out as Nami pulled harshly at your roots. She sped up in her movements, pounding hard and deep into your pussy as you cried between her sister’s legs.
Your bound hands failed to find purchase as you neared a climax of your own. Fully prepared to tumble over the edge, you nearly sobbed when Nojiko suddenly pulled her strap out of your weeping, clenching entrance.
She’d been denying you a release ever since Nami had brought you to her earlier that day. The cramps in your stomach from so many refused orgasms were beginning to take a toll on you.
“Oh no, you don’t,” she laughed. “You haven’t worked hard enough for that yet. You’ll need to keep going if you want me to let you cum today. Sluts have to prove themselves around here.”
You vaguely heard the strap being removed from her waist. Nami ripped your head up from between her trembling thighs. The tip of the strap, which was now held in Nami’s other hand, came into focus.
Nojiko groped your ass from behind, spreading you wide before spitting onto your wet pussy. As her sister delved into your cunt like it was her last meal, Nami slapped your lips and nose with the strap.
“C’mon, suck,” she demanded. “Don’t you wanna taste yourself?”
She then forced the tip of the toy between your panting lips. Shoving it deep into your throat, she laughed at your uncontrollable gags. The strap sank into your mouth until the entirety of it had disappeared.
Nami pulled it out upon seeing tears in your eyes. However, her mercy only lasted mere seconds before the strap was sinking back into your throat. She used the toy to fuck your mouth with a wide grin.
She loved watching you choke on cock, even fake ones. It was one of her favorite things about sharing you with practically everyone she knew.
Nojiko, meanwhile, didn’t hold back on your clit. She repeatedly licked, sucked, and pinched the bud between your legs, enjoying the way you squirmed, unable to escape either of the women.
She honestly wasn’t even sure if you realized that she had sunk two long fingers into the tight, puckered hole between the globes of your ass. It was hard to tell with all the gagged squeals you were letting out.
Slapping your clit, she rose to her knees. With her free hand planted firmly on your back, she rammed her fingers in and out of your ass at an almost impossible pace.
“Mmph!” your loud cries went ignored by both women as you squirmed in their arms.
“You’ve definitely been fucked in the ass before,” laughed Nojiko. Her fingers pumped deep into your tight walls as she mocked you. “Your crew’s got a really good slut on board, Nami.”
Her sister laughed, ripped your mouth off the strap-on by your hair, and then squeezed your exhausted face with her other hand. She forced you to look at Nojiko over your shoulder with a wide grin, “Tell her all about your place on the Going Merry. C’mon, tell her!”
“It’s my—! Ugh!” you gasped when Nojiko’s fingers went even deeper into your tightest hole. “My job is to be used! To get passed around and fucked by whoever wants me!”
“Looks like you’re pretty decent at it,” replied Nojiko. “Bet you take loads of cum, don’t you?”
She and Nami laughed at your expense, listening as you babbled on and on about what a good girl you were for the Straw Hats. Your pussy finally gushed and quivered with an unexpected orgasm, though your tormentors knew the fun was just beginning. It was only noon, after all.
an alternate route where trafalgar law is effected by the feminization disease a little longer
ft. female!trafalgar law x afab!reader
switching, cunniIingus/oral, tribbing, heavily implied wlw/sapphic reader (duh??), ngl it gets right into the prawn
word count: 1215
a.n: i need her... him? so bad. self indulgent fic
Law honestly had no idea what to do in this situation. At all. How does a captain, stuck as the opposite gender, go about asking one of two of his only female crewmates about feminine urges. Feminine urges even as a doctor he could not have fully understood without having the body of a woman.
You seemed like the obvious choice to go to. He's seen you with girls before, right? Women stumbling to your cabin and promptly leaving a mess. Not to mention, leaving him completely dumbstruck and flustered, because how long have you been doing this and how good are you, exactly!?
Normally, he'd tell you off, like any other time he'd catch a crewmate sneaking in strangers for a quick fuck. But he didn't. And he never knew why.
Until now.
He's standing in front of the door to your room, hesitating to knock on the door. It's been a day after the fight and he's still, well, stuck as a woman. He's frustrated. Angry. Embarrassed. What the fuck is happening!?
He lets out a sigh and musters up a solid three knocks. A beat goes, and then your door creaks open. And wow, was there a sight to see. Law, in all his —her— glory, looking down at you with a slight tint of red on her cheeks. She's beautiful, and you hadn't realized until she was right in front of you. Her tattoos look delicate on her skin, her supple chest straining against the white tank top she adorns.
"Captain! Can I help you?" You giggle, batting your eyes. You know she caught you staring. You don't care.
"You fuck women, don't you?" She spits monotonously at you. You nearly double over in laughter. "How forward! Let me take you out to dinner at least!" You smirk, leaning forward.
"Don't act dumb." God, Law's a bitchy girl isn't she? You grab her wrist and lead her into your room. "Okay, yeah. So what." You huff, eyeing your captain.
"I," Law starts, a little embarrassed. "You.. Show me." Your eyes shoot out, and you manage to sputter a 'WHAT!' as you flop on your bed.
"You heard me!" She barks, arms crossed as she advances towards you. "The fuck Law!? You think because you're a woman now that you can be some girl pervert?" You accuse her, pointing a finger into her chest.
"No! I just," She's defeated. There's really not an excuse. Since she's been turned, though, she's felt so frustrated and angry. You can read her like a book.
"Oh."
You smirk, grabbing her wrist and leading her onto your bed. "I'll treat you. Get against my pillows." She complies, still a little embarrassed to be in this situation.
"Could you take off your pants?" She nods, wiggling out of her jeans, which takes some effort. Damn. Your breath hitches as you come face to face with her pussy. "No undies huh?" ... "No shit. My boxers are too big at the moment." She rolls her eyes. Yeah, that's still Law all right.
You bring a finger up to her clit to test how sensitive she is, starting to rub slowly. "How's that feel? You've never felt this before, huh." Law's thighs attempt to close at the feeling of your finger, but you hold them open. "Feels nice." She admits.
You smile, lowering your head to lick a stripe along her slit. You feel her shudder as you put her legs over your shoulders. She looks down at you with half-lidded eyes, already looking absolutely debauched. You dive in, pressing sloppy kisses to her cunt and tracing her hole with your index finger. "Oh, fuck." She groans, clutching the sheets when you slip a finger into her pussy.
"And, I bet it feels really good when I do this, right?" You start to curl your finger inwards, looking for that spongy spot that makes girls squeal. "This is the G-spot, but I'm sure you already knew that." You mumble, diving back into her pussy. You slip another finger in and start to go in and out with the rhythm of your slurping. "Don't you dare stop that." Law barks, groaning at every little touch on that special spot. You mumble a mhmm, which sends vibrations right through her core. "Oh, I'm." She pants, "Something's.. I'm gonna come." You vocalize another approving mumble, giving her a shock of pleasure. You speed up your fingers plunging inside her, and circle your tongue around her clit.
You feel her spasm around your fingers, and are met with a surprise when she drenches your face. You pull away from her pussy and slow down your fingers, gradually bringing her down. "Wow."
"I did not know I would do that." Law admits, still flustered from her orgasm. You sit up to wriggle out of your own pants. "No shit." You crawl over to her, straddling her hips. You reach out an arm to tug on her tank top, signaling that you want it off. She brings it over her torso and you're breathless. You have never really taken a chance to admire Law's tattoos until now. Every intricate line around the curves of her breasts.
You move back a little to bring one of her legs spread to the side, angling your pussy over hers. You look at her through your lashes, a silent gesture to see how she feels. She gives you a slow blink back, giving you the go ahead. You grind down onto her pussy, finding a rhythm as you reach up to fondle one of her tattooed breasts. "Mm, fuck." You moan, picking up pace a bit and alternating angles to rub against her cunt.
You're absolutely taken aback when, in the midst of your grinding, she props herself up onto her elbows to slide her hands under your shirt. "Law!" You moan, still slotting your slits against each other's. She tears off your shirt and latches onto your nipple, swirling her tongue around it as you rut against her insatiably. "I'm," huff "I'm supposed to be treating you!" you spit out, whining when your clit catches along hers. "Mmf." Is all she says back, with those dark lidded eyes.
She bucks her hips up to meet yours, both rutting against each other now in the race for orgasmic bliss. She releases your nipple with a pop, letting out a deep groan. "I'm not gonna make it much longer. You're a damn good fuck." She sighs, grinding up against you. "Me neither!" You moan, leaning forward to pant. She lurches her head towards you, bringing you into a sloppy kiss. Your rutting becomes choppy as you feel yourself coming, moaning into Law's mouth. She follows shortly after, wrapping an arm around your waist to keep you slotted against her pussy. "Oh, fuck."
You crawl off of her to head to your bathroom, dampening a cloth with water to clean the two of you up.
But when you come back into your room, you're not met with the nude girl you just fucked. No, you're met with the nude guy you technically just fucked. Your fucking captain. And he's met with one of his crewmates. Post-orgasm clarity hit the two of you hard, apparently.
Could we please get general relationship headcanons for Nami and Nico Robin with a gn reader? Thank you!
dating nami and robin
cat burglar nami, nico robin, gn!reader
a.n: you asked and i delivered. ugh i need to be with them so bad
cat burglar nami
• everything is tangerine.
• feeling peckish? nami's got sanji whipping up some tangerine tarts for the two of you. no need to lift a finger.
• needing a perfume/cologne? she's spritzing some sweet tangerine concentrate on you
• parched? she just squeezed some tangerines for you in an icy glass
• gift giving and quality time is her love language
• if she sees you eyeing it, best believe you're finding it on your bed the next day. don't ask how she got it.
• matching classy bracelets for the both of you
• carrying her drunk ass back to the ship after trying, and failing, to out-drink zoro (even though she's a competent drunk, she likes being carried by you, so she insists you do it.)
• daily baths with her, i don't care if you don't bathe daily, you do now with nami as your girlfriend
• washing each other's backs (how intimate!) and relaxing in the warm water
• her stance on pda is quite in the middle. she's good with holding your hand, giving a quick peck on the lips, or holding onto your arm. nothing too drastic
• all in all, she's a damn good girlfriend
nico robin
• let's just say you'll never be tense again in your entire life
• with her devil fruit and you being her devoted partner, she's happy to give you free massages and chiropractic appointments
• that being said, her love language is physical touch, along with acts of service
• reading dates are a must.
• pda is no issue for her. she'll have a hand on you at all times. entwined together, on your waist, on your back, whatever.
• she always has her hands on you, rubbing small circles into your back
• your relationship is so domestic. you can't escape acting like a sappy married couple with her
• "tiny rabbit is obsessed with giant girlfriend who's 4 times its size"
• you're like the only person she can infodump all her morbid facts and thoughts onto
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hi! i'm milkcanned, i'm 20, and i'm a lesbian writing fanfictions about my favorite fictional girls for other girls! i am currently around e
ft. nami, nico robin, boa hancock, nefertari vivi, tashigi
a.n: lol this is my debut. enjoy.
cat burglar nami
• first of all, you had to beg nami for a night in rather than a night out in the first place
• she loves to go out shopping with you
• but, on this night in, best believe you are being pampered.
• she makes the two of you various tangerine snacks for the night. tarts, dipping sauce, a cocktail, you name it.
• laying your head on her lap as she doodles away at a new map she's making
• or, resting your head on her shoulder to watch the delicate ink lines indicating the landscape of the island she's mapping.
• settling on the floor for a massage, which she is an absolute top tier masseuse.
• feeling her hands glide across your back, working into your tense muscles and easing away that low pain.
• her complaining that you're "doing it wrong" when it's your turn to massage her, when really she's just trying to hide that she's ticklish.
• setting up a bath together with her homemade tangerine body wash and soaps, it smells just like her
• her accidentally getting soap in your eyes and giggling while washing it out
• "whoops, sorry." she sticks out her tongue and gives you a wink
• cuddling with her in bed, tangled in each other's arms. her breath against your neck and that warm smell of tangerine
nico robin
• a cozy night in with robin is not a rarity in your relationship
• in fact, it's quite often the two of you relax in the comfort of home
• firstly, book marathon.
• just reading beside each other, enjoying one another's presence. maybe her head's in your lap, maybe you're squished close in an arm chair together
• a debrief on the books you've both read is a must.
• deep, meaningful talks about life, the universe, stupid things. the two of you could go on to each other about the terrors of life and not even lose sleep over it. and don't even think about doing this while high.
• "if a dog and a cat's upper body were sewn to together, how do you think it would expel waste?" ... "good question, robin. well,"
• sometimes you both flip through those "who would win" nature magazines and place your bets
• "the hippopotamus would definitely beat the rhino! they're quite vicious, you know."
• scaring your fellow crewmates by hiding under the hammock (you) and grabbing usopp's arms
• robin, of course, made hands to grab the remaining legs
• giggling and running back to robin as usopp screams in horror
• settling into bed as she makes arms to rub comforting circles into your back, arms, and legs.
• drifting off to sleep as the smell of book pages and lavender lull you
boa hancock
• a night in with hancock is actually much more common than expected.
• rarely does she ever leave the palace with you to favor a night on amazon lily's markets
• her pampering may be on par with nami's. she's an empress after all, and you're her consort.
• the two of you first take a luxurious bath with all kinds of bath salts, creams, scrubs, and shampoos.
• her products are strictly lily scented, it smells so much like her
• her long fingers gently working into your hair to fully cleanse and nourish it, whispering sweet nothings into your ear.
• getting out of the bath to be dressed in a beautiful draping bathrobe, and being escorted to her room.
• trays of all of your favorite foods laid across the table in front of a loveseat
• the both of you taking turns feeding each other fruits, giggling like schoolgirls when juice runs down the other's lip
• "my! i think you have something on your face!" she chuckles and blushes, reaching out a hand to swipe at your lip
• having a couple's massage in the palace, hands entwined as you both relax parallel to each other
• climbing onto her lap as she lounges on her snake, salome. she's so warm and smells so sickly sweet of lilies and honey.
• drifting off to sleep in each other's arms, with salome loosely coiled around the two of you like a weighted blanket
nefertari vivi
• as much as vivi loves having a night out in alabasta's markets, a palace date suffices
• you better believe you're getting the princess treatment by the princess herself!!
• doing each other's hair in her room with karoo softly snoring on the bed
• feeling her silky smooth blue locks between your fingers as you style her hair
• being caught giggling and gossiping by igaram when he enters the room to drop off a tray of assorted fruits and snacks
• going out to the palace garden to watch the pigeons and doves as vivi tells you about her journeys with the strawhats
• a beautiful dove landing on your lap as she finished up her story, cooing as you scratch behind it's head
• "hey, this one looks like you."
• trying on her beautiful gowns, and her spinning you in the mirror to look
• heading out to the palace's pool to swim with the spot-billed duck troops
• splashing vivi, which results in you getting splashed tenfold
• drying off in robes as the two of you get ready for bed
• drifting off to sleep with her arms around you, karoo snoring softly at the foot of the bed
tashigi
• a night in is usually what the two of you get up to, considering there isn't much to do on marine bases
• smoker has no problem letting her take the night off
• heading to the marine mess hall to grab some coffees and pastries
• her letting you grab a sip of her hot coffee, and getting concerned when you flinch back
• "s'way too hot, tashigi!" ... "oh, oops!"
• letting her rant to you about swords and katanas, her flipping through a sword magazine and showing the ones she has circled in red marker
• sparring each other with wooden sticks, which she beats you at, landing you on your back
• tashigi then promptly falling clumsily right on top of you, glasses slipping off of her nose
• you pushing her glasses back up and giggling, which earns you a pouty and completely red in the face tashigi
• helping her clean her collection of blades, some of which were confiscated from pirates deemed unworthy of holding a sword
• "wow so this one belonged to someone from baroque works?" .. "yup!" she beams, blushing
• settling into bed with her as she takes off her glasses to sleep
•cradling her head against your chest as you both drift off to slumber
